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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.

And yes, we did change the paper on the table before we left.


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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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Anatomy of a Catfight Pt 1 odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 19/02/13(Wed)22:57 No. 25956 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Author's note: there's almost no description in this story. This is meant to be read somewhat like a transcript to a nature documentary. I know someone else on here was writing stories in a similar vein, I think it's an idea we have all had at one time or another, so I gave it a shot here.

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It is after school, in the evening. Inside the old school building, in the music hall, sounds of Where Discourse Goes To Die™ can be heard.

Here we have the beginnings of a contest, a duel for primal supremacy. Two alpha females, arguing over territory, posessions, and status. In this case, the territory and posession is an alpha male on the football team.

The blonde, Jill, stands tall, wiry, slender and feminine, has been dating and mating with this male for the past 6 months. She is a cheerleader, and is one of, possibly the, most desired girls in the school. Up until now, Jill has mated exclusively with the star quarterback, himself a high status male, both for the sexual pleasure he provides her, and the status it grants her. Jill now seems to believe that her mate is being unfaithful to her.

The challenger, Callie, is a recent transfer into this school system, having been there about 3 months. Callie is on the swim team, and is also a gymnast. Even though she is not as visibly popular as Jill, she poses something of an indirect threat to the cheergirl's popularity. At first glance, the two girls share similar body types, lean, muscular, athletic. Callie is maybe a half inch shorter than Jill, and it looks like Jill has slightly longer reach than Callie. But underneath their private school uniforms, another story is revealed. Callie has about 20% more muscle mass than Jill, gained from her time as a swimmer and a gymnast. Jill, while herself a marvel of fitness, maintains more fat around her hips, thighs, and abdomen. This trait makes her more visibly sexually attractive to the average male in her territory. But when compared to someone like Callie, who has similar endurance, strength, and agility, it could be a detrimental detraction.

The two girls are inches from each other now, shrieking and screaming, arms waving and gesticulating wildly. Each one has tried every physical display of anger and agression they know to get the other to back down, without actually engaging in a physical contest. The blood flow throughout their bodies has visibly increased, the proof of this can be seen in their flushed skin - while resting, both girls are usually pale. Now, their complexion is visibly pink, almost red.

The physical animations are to no avail. Jewlery has been removed, accesories have been discarded. Both girls have crossed over the verbal and social line, and now neither one can back down. Who will strike first.
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The Breaking at St. Gregory's odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 19/02/13(Wed)22:49 No. 25955 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

The children of St. Gregory have prepared themselves for this day. The barbarians have sacked the surrounding city, and now they come for the monastery and diocese. The children know that soon, Heaven awaits them, but first, the barbarians will beat and torture them, to try and get them to forsake their god. But the barbarians will fail: the faith of the children of St. Gregory is too strong, and nothing will make them forsake their god, nothing.

They are huddled in the church, praying, when the barbarians break in. Their swords drip with blood, and every step they take into the church leaves bloody footprints.

The children shudder, as the barbarian strolls towards the altar.

Finally, one of the children, a girl of about 9 or so, approaches the barbarian. Her faith steadies her shaky hands, and quivering voice, as she welcomes the barbarian to St. Gregory, and asks to pray for him.

The barbarians roar with laughter, and the children are stunned. They do not know if their plea has caused the barbarians to reconsider, if the holy spirit of God has filled these vile animals with forgiveness. The laughter continues for a minute or two, and the children find themselves nervously laughing along with them.

When it ceases, the barbarian asks the girl if she is the one in charge, to which she nods. He asks her her name. She replies that it is Alexandria. The barbarian then asks her if she believes in God. Alexandria nods yes again. The barbarian asks if she thinks there is anything that can make her forsake her God. With tears in her eyes, Alexandria shakes her head, knowing of the various tortures that await her.

Then the barbarian says something that shocks her. He points at the sun, halfway across the sky. He says that before the sun sets, that she will willingly defile the altar of God, and forsake him and the saints. With more defiance, Alexandria shakes her head - she knows that her and all of her friends have given themselves over to God, and fear no torture or death, either of themselves or of one another. There is nothing that can make her forsake her God.

The barbarian grasps her by her habit, ripping it off. With a deft stroke, he slits the rest of her clothing with his dagger, leaving the tiny blonde naked before the other children.
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Mandragora Girl Under the Desk Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/11/15(Sun)22:34 No. 23985 ID: 324f43 [Reply]

Before we start, let me set expectations: this is just the first chapter- I have vague plans for continuing it, but I just started my first 'real' job, and have basically no time for writing at the moment. If you can't deal with not having moar immediately, pass this by.

Secondly, although I'm happy with it for what it is, I'd say this is almost an outline. It's short, the sex scenes are under detailed, etc. Sorry. My idea behind this was that I wanted to write, but I was having no ideas, so I thought I'd transcribe some h-manga into text form. I'll give the link out at the bottom.

Finally, I think this is my old tripcode. I doubt anyone will remember it, but whatever. It's been years.

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Mandragora Girl Under the PC

So. My buddies at high school told me I should post my experience here. I'll be honest, I'm not much for writing, so sorry if it's crap. Um, to get everyone on the same page, you've probably seen people on the internet claiming that monsters are appearing in the world again, right? That thing about the Mayan calendar 2012 nonsense, and all?

Well, it's not nonsense.

We just didn't understand it.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/12/06(Sun)22:25 No. 24027 ID: 324f43

>>24019
yeah. I have no further plans for that though, in case you were curious.


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Anonymous 19/01/25(Fri)10:49 No. 25939 ID: 9481a9

So glad I found this before it got pruned.
Great adaptation of the doujin. Bumping this so more people can see.


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Anonymous 19/01/29(Tue)01:24 No. 25944 ID: f7d3f6

>>25939
A very good adaptation; I think I like it better than the doujin. Well bumped, Sir.




Lost Erotic Story (Loli, Incest, Bestiality) ErrorInvalid 19/01/04(Fri)06:14 No. 25912 ID: 366623 [Reply]

I can't remember where I found this story and I'm hoping someone who has read it knows where it is, or something similar.

It started with a brother babysitting his younger sister, and is tired of her. It escalates when he tricks her into wearing his father's big "onaholed" teddy bear, his father comes home and the brother panics leaving his sister in his father's bedroom stuck in the bear. The father is drunk and doesn't realize stuff is moved in his room. He quickly just does his nightly ritual involving his big cock and the bear in bed. It feels way better than it should but he just fucks her for hours with his cock in her, even while passed out. The brother tries to retrieve her and (here is where my memory gets fuzzy) he ends up in the hallway with her still inside and something happens. Next thing I remember is the family dog mounts the teddy. (Fuzzy Memory) Then the daughter becomes sexually broken, slightly addicted to her father's cock, he figures it out and the family environment improves as a result.


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Anonymous 19/01/07(Mon)01:42 No. 25916 ID: bc6b7f

It's not a story, it's a game called Stuffed. You can find it on 8ch's /hgg/.


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Anonymous 19/01/28(Mon)05:42 No. 25942 ID: f86803

It's called Trapped in Daddy's Sex Toy and can be found on the loli stories page in the All The Fallen forum.


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Anonymous 19/01/28(Mon)20:38 No. 25943 ID: f7d3f6

>>25942
Thanks! That story ticked a few boxes I didn't even know I had. O_O





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