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Conquering With Darkness Mint 11/04/14(Thu)06:51 No. 11868 ID: 8c6d64 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

This is the sequel to Toying with Darkness. If you want to read the first one without going through the pages of this board, it can be found here:

http://original.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600103154

I have to voice that I'm a bit concerned about posting a sequel. New people come across this story, don't want to bother reading the original and then just move on. I'll post a summary of the first story after this chapter. I'm just too tired to write it now and I want to begin this story. So for first time readers who are too lazy to read the original, hit reply to find the summary and if it's not there yet, just be patient.

And it begins. This one contains a shit ton of battles, some death, some drama and a whole lot of sex. If you'll notice on the tags I added a new one since I posted it on my blog. I forgot to include it. I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Tags: Anal, orgy, incest, orgy, bestiality, abuse, angst, anthro, Bondage, sadism, masochism, body modification (in every sense of the term), corruption, dominance (male to female, female to female and female to male), exhibitionism, lesbianism (a lot), futanari, humiliation, underage, pedophilia (lots), mind control (demon powers), character deaths (some you might not want to), pregnancy, oral, rape, slavery, masturbation, transformation, violence, gore, blood-drinking, pissing, plushie (you heard me), bunny sex (not kidding), lactation (yeah, I'm going there)

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

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Chapter 1
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Mint 15/08/02(Sun)07:43 No. 23784 ID: 62b1d7

>>23769

Don't assume things butt-munch.


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Anonymous 15/08/03(Mon)04:25 No. 23786 ID: 36e3b1

>>23784
I wasn't assuming anything. I asked a question. It's like assuming, except it's the other thing.


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Mint 15/08/03(Mon)11:04 No. 23787 ID: 62b1d7

>>23786

Stop bumping you retard. You're trying to save face when it's obvious what you did. Let this thread die for god's sake.

FYI, I'm not bumping because it's at the top of the board. NO ONE POST ANYMORE.




Truth or Dare (TG,m>f,f, mf, lapdance!) TG Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:28 No. 21908 ID: 9b2d01 [Reply]

It was a cold winter's day in early January when I drove through the heavy snow to my high school friend's house. Being my first trip back home since starting college, I'd spent the earlier part of the break with family celebrating the holidays, but in the week or so until school started up again, I made it a goal to see my friends. They'd all started college as well and it would be our first chance to catch up since we'd all parted ways in late August.

Finally I reached the house, a frosted cape, lights glowing from inside promising warmth in the frigid weather. First however, I prepared for the journey from the driveway, putting on my heavy coat, gloves and hat. Even the walk to the front door would be uncomfortable with the subzero temperatures and heavy snow.

Two other cars were sitting in the driveway, relatively free of snow, signaling that I was the last of my friends to arrive but by a small margin. This visit had a good chance of turning into a sleepover the way the snow was pilling up on the roads. Bundled up I stepped out onto what should have been the front walk, although with 6 inches of new snow it was impossible to tell. Slogging my way up to the front door and hitting the doorbell, I stuck my hands in my pockets, turning my back to the icy breeze. Fortunately, the door opened almost immediately and my best friend welcomed me into the warmth and light of the interior.

My first assumption had been correct, my other friends had recently arrived and their snow-covered gear piled up near the door had only begun to melt. I added boots and gloves to the pile, and then four of us exchanged greetings. Mel, whose parents’ owned the home, gave me a big grin and seemed the happiest to see me. The impression I got was that perhaps he had found the confidence in college that had eluded him so frequently in high school. Perhaps the self-assurance came from the time he’d been putting into the weight room. Muscles were evident in his shoulders and legs that had not always been there.

Charles waved a hand in greeting, his ginger hair and freckles glowing in the well-lighted entryway. His usual distracted nature was on display, his attention focused on something in the living room that I couldn’t see.

Last, Pete came in, his arms wide for a hug, he was always touchy feely in a way that often made us uncomfortable. We would have joked about how he was probably gay, but in high school he had been the only one with a girlfriend, a fact that fizzled such mockery before it could start.

At a gesture from Charles, I walked with Pete’s arm over my shoulder, joining my friends as they sat around the rug in the living room. In the middle of the rug, instead of the old, wooden coffee table was a large black orb nearly a foot tall. The orb itself sat in a dull gray marble base that looked as if it served to prevent the ball from rolling free on t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/07(Sat)18:40 No. 21913 ID: fa5b53

I am excited to see where this goes! Keep up the good work!


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Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)19:50 No. 21950 ID: db8f99

awesome.


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Anonymous 15/07/21(Tue)12:37 No. 23751 ID: 02288f

Fucking bump




My First Attempt at story telling Lickit 13/10/16(Wed)21:17 No. 19930 ID: 49e734 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
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Thank you Lickit 15/04/22(Wed)02:21 No. 23490 ID: 1310ed

Wow!! I know it's been a looooong time. Sorry, I fell ill ... EXTREMELY ill. I was in the hospital for over six months. I do have every intention of finishing this story. (Spoiler) there is a very interesting twist toward the end, however, as I am recovering, it will still be a while before I can finish. I will be back ASAP. Thank you whom ever it was that bumped. I fully expected this to be off the board by now.


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Shad 15/05/28(Thu)12:41 No. 23614 ID: 3e26f6

hope you are recovering well! still very much want this to continue


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BAMP Frudle 15/07/13(Mon)23:35 No. 23734 ID: 4332e6

NEVER LET THE DREAM DIE! Hope you are feeling well, and hope you will keep writing this.




Career Day Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/06/21(Sun)10:46 No. 23685 ID: 74ff38 [Reply]

Tags: Adult male - child female, schoolgirl, uniforms, first time, consensual

I found this story in my travels and, since I've so horribly hit writer's block with my zombie story, wanted to give back to the community in a different way. This is not my writing; in fact, this is the writing of two different strangers, a man and a woman, so that's why the POV changes between the two characters. Anyway, I hope you fuckers enjoy this as much as I did.

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With a groan, the officer climbed out of his car. He couldn't believe that his sergeant had tasked him with this assignment. Dealing with crackheads, burglars, and domestics? Hell yeah, all day long. Foot chases, car chases, the occasional tense standoff with a drawn weapon? No problem! But this...

Walking up to the large red brick building, he sighed, took off his sunglasses, and pushed open the door marked "Theodore Roosevelt Middle School."

After signing in, and being guided to the small multi-purpose room that had two classes worth of sixth graders in it, the officer found himself at the end of a string of folks of various professions. Each were dressed in their normal work attire - the four hose-draggers had one guy in full bunker gear and SCBA, poor bastard - with various implements of their trade. The teacher would give a brief intro, they would each talk for about 5 minutes, then answer questions.

Finally, the officer's turn came. At the end of the line, right before lunch, when no-one was paying attention. Naturally. He put on his best "Officer Friendly" face, his steel-blue eyes scanning the room as he talked. Most of the kids were looking at the clock, the door, maybe a couple of the other professions they liked; essentially anywhere but at him. Except a handful of them. One in particular, a slender little redhead with a scattershot of freckles on her pugnacious little nose appeared interested, so he directed his speech towards her, mainly.

Escaping the onerous question-and-answer session quickly, it was time for lunch. The teacher (sort of cute, in a librarian with glasses fashion) chatted with him for a bit, then had to return to her classroom, leaving him sitting alone at the table.
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Sibling Cam Show Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/07/06(Mon)19:58 No. 23715 ID: fe6dc2

I have two more stories from this author saved to my computer, here's the first one. Again, more [Mg] and now some [incest] and [exhibition]. I think I'm getting better at this tag thing?

Again, this is not my original work, I may put that on another thread so as to not confuse other people.

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It had been a hellish month. When her babysitter had woken her up that fateful night, Molly hadn't understood what was going on, much less what it would mean. Now, as she looked around her new room, it was starting to sink in.

Her parents were dead.

In truth, that was somehow the easiest part of the situation to swallow. Molly’s mom had been shocked to get pregnant with her - she was over forty at the time - and her parents had always seemed to treat raising her as annoyance. They went out as much as they used to, leaving young Molly to be raised primarily by her teachers and babysitters.

That didn't mean that Molly didn't love her parents. She did, desperately. She just wished they loved her as much.

After the accident, Molly's mind was too much of a blur to consider how her life would change. She certainly never expected to be here. Her older brother Jeff - the child her parents wanted and loved and bragged about all the time, the one whose pictures covered the walls of her home despite the fact that he only visited once a year - had taken her aside at the funeral to explain that he was going to take care of her from now on.
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Anonymous 15/07/09(Thu)12:35 No. 23726 ID: 5dc796

>>23712

You're right, I'm an idiot. I read this over several nights so forgot about the initial disclaimer. I'm just glad there is still one more story to go. These are awesome.


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Anonymous 15/07/09(Thu)17:50 No. 23727 ID: 217dd7

Both of them are great.

I love how the author express the fact they're wasting their life. The first one realise it at the end, the little girl obviously laking any maturity needed to keep a secret. The second one crippled into "debt" by obviously abusing creditors (I don't know about your country but here, we can refuse an inheritance and you can't force payment without a court sue), going in front of the camera without a proxy, showing his face and name.

Perfectly written, he know how to bring stuff and the "erotic" part is pretty neat.




X-Dress with no realatives Roger 15/07/07(Tue)06:00 No. 23717 ID: dcf91b [Reply]

My Mother was killed on Dec 1. when I was 6 and in 1st grade. CPS and a cop informed me about 11 pm on a school night and took me to a foster home at 1:00 am.

I still did not understand all that I had been told. I was put in a bed in a dorm run by some old couple that made their money from foster kids. The dumb CPS women forgot my clothes. I was wearing shorts and T-shirt a flip-flops.

I had no sleep and 'died' when my head hit the pillow at 2 am.

In the morning, I found the dorm had 9 girls and me. Up until this point I was a boy. They giggled and dressed me in a cute, no sleeve-dress and frilly socks. They fluffed my longish hair and put on a tad of make up and painted by finger and toe nails pink, all before the 7:45 bus pick-up.

I didn't mind the clothes but I was not going to school like this. In the mirror I looked like a little miss beauty contestant.

The old man raised my dress and 3 whacks on my bare ass convinced me that school might not be so bad. He said - "Find 'her' some underwear."

An older girl provided tight satin pink shorts that kept me flatter in front and black, one strap little girl shoes with a 1 inch heel.

The woman gave me papers to take to school (by myself). My name on my paperwork was PAT. All 10 of us went to the same elementary school. I was still in a daze and had no conversation with anyone. When we got off the bus, the oldest girl took me to the office and before she left me said, "Don't forget to use the Girl's Restroom."
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Anonymous 15/07/07(Tue)08:46 No. 23718 ID: d7e04b

dude what




Futanari Funland (Futa on Male; Male on Futa; Futa on Futa) ZeroSchneider 13/09/08(Sun)03:30 No. 19676 ID: 024837 [Reply]

Written by: Zixtank (not me!)

Chapter 1: Locked up is fucked up…

Okay, I’m sure at least one of you guys or girls out there has caught three of the hottest girls at school in the act with each other in the girl’s locker room. Even if you haven’t, that is about what happened to me one day. Hey, my name is Alec, I’m eighteen and in my second year at high school. I have pretty long, black hair and everyone says I look feminine, which pisses me off. Something else that pisses me off is that I’m being teased at by every guy at the school and every girl thinks I look super-cute, but stays away because they don’t want to get bullied. So, how about I just take this story from the beginning, okay?

It was a normal, boring day at my normal, boring school with normal, boring classes. The only class that I actually like is physical education. Reason; I’m actually quite athletic. The thing I hate about it is that my male classmates have a tendency of hiding my gear and every time, they come up with a new place. The first time it’d been hidden in another locker, next time, in showers, so that it was soaked when I found it. Last week it was found in a toilet locker. Today, however, they had found the ultimate hiding spot; the girl’s locker room.

“You want it back, you go get it,” Ken said, looking me straight in the eye with a mocking expression.
“Why are you so afraid,” Johnny asked. “You are a girl, aren’t you? Or perhaps you just don’t want any cooties.” They all laughed and I, still in my gym clothes, walked out of the boy’s locker room and looked over at the girl’s. I decided to be as brave as I could and knocked on; no answer. I knocked again; still no answer, so I opened the door slightly and looked inside. I could hear voices; they were coming from around a wooden wall. I peeked around and my eyes widened to the size of wheel-caps; In the middle of the locker-room were three of the hottest girls in the school having sex with each other. Only, it wasn’t normal sex either, as all three of them had a huge cock hanging between their legs, at least fifteen inches each, along with a pair of tennis ball sized testicles. My jaw dropped and I just couldn’t believe it.

I knew who the girls were. The one on the top, fucking one of the other two’s mouth, was Nicole, the one getting it in the mouth, was Jen, and the one on her back, licking Nicole’s balls and fucking Jen’s hot pussy was Christina. God was that a hot sight.
I then turned around and carefully locked the door. Then I continued to watch them. Then I just couldn’t hold myself anymore, so I sat down on the floor, made sure I wasn’t noticed and then took out my dick and began wapping off to the sight before me, God was it hot.

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ZeroSchneider 13/09/08(Sun)03:33 No. 19680 ID: 024837

Chapter 5: Final Farewell


It was hard to concentrate on my exam with the knowledge of that I would move away soon. Luckily, the only exam I had left was World History, in which I had pretty good grades already, so whatever the results of the exam I knew I would get a B anyway.
Still, I hadn’t managed to talk to Christina, Nicole, Jen or Rachel yet. The feeling of having to say it was like the feeling you get when you lose a bet and you have to for example walk on burning coal or something, in other words, it was unbearable.

The bell rang and those of us that was left in the classroom handed in our papers and left. I had hoped to get a moments rest before talking to either of the others, but just as I exited the classroom, Jen caught up with me.
“Hey Alec. What’s up? Are you alright?” Her cheery expression faded immediately as she saw mine.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, but I doubted she believed me.
“Okay,” she said skeptically. Then she suddenly brightened up again. “Guess what,” She said, but didn’t wait to let me answer. “I’ve decided to give Rachel a chance to prove she’s changed.” I looked up at her.

“Really,” I asked. “How are you gonna let her prove it?” Jen smiled.
“You’ll see.” She said playfully. “I’ve mixed up a nice surprise for us at home, so now I’ll just go tell the others then we’re going, okay?”
“Sure,” I said with a wry smile. I had only one thought in mind for what Jen might have come up with, but personally, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
“Relax,” she said with a smile. “It’s not sex.” I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I don’t think of sex all the time. What I’ve thought of is, well, it’s a surprise. I know that Christina’s going to be so happy she’ll hug me till my head falls off.” For some reason, Jen seemed to be a lot more cheerful than she’d been since Rachel showed up at Christina’s door that day and to be perfectly honest, she needed it.
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Anonymous 14/05/31(Sat)13:30 No. 21857 ID: b1293d

Bump. This is too good to let die.


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bump bump 15/06/28(Sun)15:28 No. 23703 ID: 7c63df

bump




Make Me A Promise the wolf 15/06/27(Sat)01:31 No. 23701 ID: 08bfa8 [Reply]

“Make me a promise....”

Written by "The Wolf"
dedicated to my fellow wolf "Fog Bank"
keep up the good work.

John was lying naked in the hot dry July grass as his niece straddled his crotch. She rocked her hips back and forth rolling him around inside of her, as the sharp ground sliced into his back. Her dark raven hair fell about her body like a black waterfall against her soft pale skin. He could feel her wet tight cunny encasing is hard thick cock, as she rode him like a cowboy. He lay looking up into her face as expressions of ecstasy flashed across it in the dim glow of the moonlight.

His grunts of pleasure mixed with hers, and accompanied the sounds of crickets in the nearby darkness. The large white pearl of the moon, hanging high in the velvet night sky, shed soft light on their love-making, and changed her pale skin into angelic virgin alabaster, framed by the bejeweled night sky behind her. She was not yet ten, and big for her age, but had yet to begin the journey into full womanhood. John marveled at the beauty, and grace of her flawless youth as she dominated him. Anna looked down at him through the haze of cardinal pleasure, her emerald eyes flashed with desire and lust that his soul mirrored.

The sensations that he felt as she twisted, and manipulated him deep inside of her body was only one step removed from exquisite torture, as he lay in the hot grass. John raised his hands toward her spreading his fingers wide as she reached out lacing her tiny soft fingers with his, and using this new leverage lowered her lips to kiss his without stopping their rhythmic fornication. Her kiss was like pure delicate innocence, and was The sweetest thing he have ever tasted in his life. She was like a wild sexual animal bucking and grinding on top of him, and she also had an appetite for sex that would put most older women to shame. Less than a year ago he would never have dreamt in his wildest dreams that he would be doing something like this with her, but here they were.

“I love you sweetheart,” He swore to her, He looked up into her face and it felt like looking into the face of God “I promise to never hurt you, and always love you.”

“Shut up, and fuck me uncle John!” she said looking down at him with that bewitching little smile, that lit her devilish emerald eyes with mischief.
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Anonymous 15/06/28(Sun)02:16 No. 23702 ID: f00025

Where can i find more of your works Mr Wolf?




crossdressing, dub-con, glory holes, etc. (pretty gay yo) sadako 13/09/04(Wed)09:06 No. 19642 ID: 93dcec [Reply]

His short breath echoing in the mostly empty bathroom was loud at first, but when it came filled with the sound of his mouth working over a particularly thick cock, the noises were deafening. Kora shifted the position of his heels on the floor, the scraping barely ringing out above the choking sounds that his throat made when the length he had buried in his throat thrust a little too deep. He was focused tonight. He needed the money this week, and he was determined to earn it before it was time to pack up and leave.

This was his stall. The familiar rough brush of duct tape against the little tip of his nose told him that. Through teary eyes, he could just barely make out the familiar slurs that graffitied the wall above the crudely cut hole. More or less accurate insults of 'slut' and 'bitch' loomed over his head as he gave the shaft in his mouth a very generous suck, letting himself pull back to catch his breath. There was a reason men came to him. Not only because he had a perfect mouth, but because he was one of the very few that allowed guys who didn't have a condom to spare to fuck his face every once in a while. It was even rumored that sometimes, he'd let a select few come into his stall. And that, too, was true. For this--and for just about everything else--he didn't charge, but he did require protection, which was a fault in the eyes of some. But they always came back. He had regulars that knew he'd let them in if they pushed at the stall door.

"C'mon..." Came the terse grunt of the man he had been ignoring, effectively breaking his concentration when the spongy knob of a dick jabbed against his cheek, then his lower lip, slathering his face with a mixture of pre-cum and saliva. Sometimes he forgot the fact that there was someone behind the wall, someone attached to the appendages he spent most of his nights sucking on. It wasn't something that he honestly cared about, and he really didn't have the urge to fix it either. Kora's eyes dropped as he grabbed the base, staring down the throbbing member, dripping and looking as if it would be ready to pop at any second. The veins stood out a faint, lovely blue against the red flesh, the skin stained a shimmering pink with his lip-gloss. It was drooling all over the crest of his chest, or at least what little skin that was peaking out from the tiny scrap of dress he had on. A dress that was already very messy from other loads from boys that day. The sight prompted a sensation of arousal, and elicited a small hiss from between his lips and through his teeth, the pillows swollen from the rough fucking this guy had been giving his mouth. He let his tongue out to roll along the head, and Kora could hear the heavy sigh the man gave in response. These few seconds of licking spanned longer and longer, until he was caught up in the motions of swirling his tongue over the slit, stroking firm and slow over Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/03/28(Fri)03:16 No. 21444 ID: 6fffdb

Seems good, but the only thing I ask for, if it isn't too much, is more empty space instead of blocks of text, makes it easier to read.


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Anonymous 14/10/11(Sat)08:19 No. 22554 ID: 1e86e1

Oh god moar plz.


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Anonymous 15/06/08(Mon)15:28 No. 23646 ID: dd1195

keep it alive




Muckrakers, Slutmakers, and Fucktakers - a Phil Phantom Tribute AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)21:56 No. 23593 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Another Phil Phantom tribute. This one was started a year or two ago but, like many such stories, I lost steam halfway through. Suddenly picked it up again while writing the latest iCity story and finished it up quick (and also used it to try out one or two things before I put it in the other story). As usual, I realize most people don't like these as much as my other work, and I don't care, I'm posting it anyway.
Muckrakers, Slutmakers, and Fucktakers - a Phil Phantom Tribute (mf, mg, Mg, beast, ws, Fg, Fb, bond, inc)

An irresponsible online news story turned our town upside down, inside out, head over heels, and ass over teakettle. That last expression never made much sense to me, but if we changed it to 'ass over windowsil' it would become startlingly accurate to something that happened in the first weeks of aftermath of that Muckraker's story.

That was his name, The Bayport Muckraker, the only name we ever knew, although I've heard a few people jokingly refer to him as Saint Muckraker. He was an online blogger, unaccountable and anonymous, who thought he was speaking truth to power and exposing the seedy underbelly of Bayport, posting about such yawn-worthy scandals like a city-councilman expensing home renovations to the city, or the mayor awarding an important contract to his brother-in-law's business. As you might expect, his blog probably didn't get more than a dozen hits on any one story, until he came out with an impossible-seeming story that caught the public imagination and went viral. "Bayport Pedophile Ring Conditions Middle School Girls Into Sex Toys" the headline went, which just showed he wasn't a real journalist. It was lurid, sure, attention-grabbing, absolutely, but a real journalist would be punchier. "Brainwashed Baby Bimbos of Bayport," maybe, or "Junior High Neighborhood Sluts," or maybe "One Weird Trick That Makes Pedos Dreams Come True." But I guess when you're telling a story that insane and outrageous, you can get away with a long, awkward headline.

The news of the story blew through the whole town in hours... it's a small town, gossip moved fast, and even if the Internet hadn't helped I'm sure by the end of that day everyone would have heard the details: There was, supposedly, an organized effort by a pedophile ring in the Bayport area, one that had been going on for years, with a tried and tested method to condition young girls into sex toys, perfect obedient little fuckdolls. The article referred to this ring as the Slutmakers, and the girls they targeted as Fucktakers, because afterwards, that's all they were destined for, taking a good hard fucking or a load of gooey fuck in one of their holes.

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continued AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)22:56 No. 23597 ID: a609fb

I know, that makes me sound like an awful mother, letting my boyfriends do what they want with her, but, again, it's not like she was this delicate, innocent child who'd never even heard of sex. Hailey'd been around the block, even before she her age was in double digits, already molester-nip, with a few regular molesters that she never discouraged. Some of her teachers, for instance, she'd tell me that they came on to her. I guess it's no surprise a profession like teaching would also attract pedophiles, and I had to be the one to point out that, and how she should be glad he picked her out of all the girls to be focused on. It probably was those pouty lips back then, before she had breasts. I told her that it was her choice, she could either tell and get the cool teacher who liked her removed and maybe get some horrible witch to replace him, or she could keep quiet, play the game, let them obsess over her, swallow a little cum, and maybe get her slacking grades up in the process. Her grades did go up, and I rarely had to pack a lunch for her. It's not like the taste of cum bothered her, she's been drinking it for her uncle Marty since she was eight.

That one did freak me out some, when that started, and she just about told the world what was happening, and that was when he was just fondling her. See, my little brother is special needs. He's about average, maybe just below average, intelligence, but not so much that you'd notice, and he's got hyperactivity, but his real problem is a latex allergy and a pathological fear of masturbating. If he gets horny too long, sometimes he acts out. He was always grabbing my tits when he was young, and when my daughter was around, well, it certainly didn't help that she liked running around in nothing but panties, because he'd stick his hands in for warmth. Hailey wasn't bothered by what he was doing, hell, she liked it, but she did have a big mouth and was talking about how Uncle Marty was always playing the tickle game with her while my parents and a few friends were over for a dinner party. I knew what that meant, because I know Marty, but luckily nobody else did, or if they did they kept quiet, and I made an excuse to send Hailey to her room before she elaborated, and then later asked her myself, just to be sure, and sure enough, she told me every dirty detail. I had to tell her the golden rule, that there was secret stuff and public stuff, and you don't tell secret stuff when it's about family, even with other family, because it can destroy the family forever. Of course, in defining what 'secret stuff' was, I had to have much more of a sex talk than I was expecting with an eight-year-old girl, and about Marty's problem, at a level a girl her age could understand.

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conclusion AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)23:01 No. 23598 ID: a609fb

Still, all of that was relatively tame stuff, the kind of light, safe, molesting any pretty little girl might encounter alone with an older guy with too high a sex drive. The stories told by the Muckraker were on a whole other level, and that level of perversion just didn't seem to fit with my little girl. I mean, some of the things he reported witnessing "Baby" do beggared belief. I had good reasons for not believing many of them. Sucking off a pony? Where would they even go for that? Dogs, maybe, but Hailey's always been anxious around them. Bukkake parties in a backroom at a comic convention? Whenever Marty and his roommate took her to one of those, she was always so obsessive about her costume that I couldn't imagine her risking dirtying it up with anything sexual. Gangbang on the beach? She always complained about getting sand in her ass when we went to the beach, so it was hard to believe she'd have sex there. Being in the middle of a bisexual threesome? That was hard to imagine, and I'd tried... I'd also tried walking around in a loose robe and no underwear just to see if Hailey showed any interest in girls, and she didn't even bat an eye. Letting guys pee in her mouth? She complained whenever there was a little dribble of pee on the toilet seat!

Not to mention of course the biggest issue, the obsessive denial when questioned about it or presented with evidence, the reputed ability to pass a lie detector. I had a hard time believing that could be done, at least not without conditioning that bordered on brainwashing. And the more significant problem there is... who has the time? I don't believe in instant hypnosis, and while you can probably brainwash somebody into anything, given enough time, there just didn't seem to be any guy around for long enough to do that sort of thing. Her life's too full of typical kid stuff... school, visits with the grandparents, sleepovers at friends houses, babysitting, girl scouts, one-on-one bonding trips with whatever guy I'm seeing, and so on. Aside from that, she's with me all the time, or when I'm not there, Chloe. Other than her or my brother, who she spends occasional weekends with, nobody else has the long stretches of uninterrupted time to do the kind of extended reprogramming I imagined would be necessary, and I really don't think either of them would. I trust Chloe, and my little brother... well, he may be a pervert, but he's not that smart or patient. Besides, what would he even need to brainwash her for? Like I said, she already lets him nut off in any of her holes, which is more than most girls her age will do for their uncle. When I was her age, I would only use my hands on mine! I wouldn't even taste it. At that age I was still in my "anything from a boy's body is icky" phase.

Eventually, though, when the subject of 'Baby' Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)19:17 No. 23607 ID: 9353bd

It's sooo good to see AnonyMPC back! And another great read as usual.




Raising Paul's Daughter (Loli, discipline, other) Can you guess? 15/05/02(Sat)22:08 No. 23514 ID: 60b795 [Reply]

So, like many late-twenty-somethings in this economy, I find myself living with a roommate, and there are times when I legitimately loathe the man. We are actually fairly close friends, and we have a lot in common, as well as a lot of shared experience. We live in the same shitty apartment, we worked the same shitty job for years, which is how we met, and since we requested going on opposite shifts to get some time away from one another, our relationship has improved significantly. I don't truly hate the guy, but I don't spend more time than I have to with him. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, so we mostly just shoot the shit about wrestling, watch the pay-per-views together, and retreat to our respective rooms to get the fuck away from one another.

He's not such a bad guy in small doses, and there aren't many people who understand my love for the WWE like Paul does. He actually worked the indy circuit for a while, so we can connect on that level at least. He's still a paranoid motherfucker about money, but I pay well in advance, and we no longer split any bills except rent, electricity and internet. I may order out or he may order out, we may both even order out on the same night, but we no longer order out together. I have accepted that he will never do the dishes, he has accepted that I will never allow his drunken, virus-downloading, morbidly obese ass on my expensive office chair so he can destroy my operating system by visiting sketchy porn sites, or allow him to bum off my weed. If he wants to hit from my bowl, he needs to pitch in for the cost. On the flip side, I have accepted that I can only smoke up in my room since his daughter is over pretty much all the time. Her mother fucked off shortly after Kelly turned two. Last I'd heard, she'd gotten picked up for solicitation along with various drug charges. She wasn't up for parole for another seven years yet.

Paul was oddly clever for one so clearly controlled so exclusively by his hindbrain, but he had to take his time chewing each thought over before it was ready to be shared the way he meant it. He never forgot a thing, and he would hold on to thoughts to worry at them for hours, days, or even weeks. A grudge, he usually nursed no less than a week, and every time we argued I could count on Paul to bring up all sorts of old shit, but his ability to focus on a thought and fully break it down was impressive, and he would remember fun conversations too. He had great taste in movies, old blues and jazz and funk, and he could throw together a shockingly tasty meal with just about anything we had lying around the house. When he was sober, he could hold his own on topics close to his heart, and he made some connections that truly impressed me. Every now and then, often days or sometimes weeks after a conversation, he'd say something truly profound. He could also be really funny. Paul usually got two brilliant j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Uninvited 15/05/05(Tue)05:13 No. 23522 ID: 282d1d

>>23521

got a link to that story, by chance?

As for Kelly, I might revisit her sometime, she's definitely a lot of fun to write, and I'd like to write a more real story about the difficulties of hiding a relationship like that, but I have a lot of writing to do for my main story, and I mostly came back this time to try and finish The Laws of Hospitality. That one seems to have resonated deeply with a few readers on here. I feel they deserve some closure after all this time, and I want to give them the best ending I can write. It's an old story, and if I were writing it now, I would have done a lot of things differently, but I want to see if I can pull everything together for the few who might still care.

I also want to play with Tombs and his little apprentice some more, and I have a succubus story in my noggin just itching to get out.

And that's just on here.

It's probably going to be a minute before I revisit this is all I'm saying.


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Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)10:47 No. 23555 ID: 1874c2

>>23522
Pleaaase finish this op i love it so much man


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Non-Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)22:09 No. 23560 ID: b3e330

>>23555
read the comments. it is finished. rather nicely at that.




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