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Accidental Motherfucker Evil+Empire 14/11/28(Fri)12:39 No. 22880 ID: 38de42 [Reply]

Accidental Motherfucker


(futa on female, teen, incest (daughterxmother), shower masturbation


Jerking off in the shower is almost always an exercise in frustration for me. Even while I'm fapping away there's an invisible clock in the back of my head ticking away the seconds until either I run out of hot water or Mom busts into the bathroom to yell at me for using up said hot water. On top of that, for me standing up while jerking my cock isn't the most comfortable position, it's much easier to spank out a load sitting or lying down. But mostly it's that fucking clock in the back of my head counting down the seconds that makes jerking off in the shower so damn har-er, difficult.

Given a choice I'd much rather toss a load off in my bedroom and I usually do when given the opportunity. That is, when my little sister isn't home or is otherwise occupied with something that keeps out of our bedroom. Yeah, I share my bedroom with my sister. How much does that absolutely blow?

Anyway, to get to the point, my sister was home and I was furiously beating off in the shower. I stroked my well-soaped cock with my right hand while clutching a bar of soap in my left in case my cock needed a re-soaping.

I was in the zone, or nearly so. I could feel that familiar and welcome pressure at the back of my cock and I knew that soon I would reach the point of no return. I was fantasizing about the girls in my gym class. Or more specifically, fantasizing about fucking them all in the girl's locker room. I pictured them all naked and lined up; faces pressed to the cold concrete floor with their smooth round asses up in the air for my inspection.

As my fantasy-self lined up behind a pretty blonde whom I hated I groaned and tilted my head back. I was so close! The thought of hate-fucking that little bitch was driving me closer to the edge and I pushed my body into a taut arc, standing up on my tippy-toes in anticipation of my long-awaited cum.
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Anonymous 14/12/05(Fri)09:52 No. 22905 ID: 3ff5a4

Overall a fun read, and a great story.

It's a piece that has some of the best aspects of fapstories, and more elaborate erotic fiction.

There's just enough exposition thrown in to hook the reader to the general narrative, and the transitions into sexytimes is a good combination of efficiency and plausibility.

Looking forward to the next installment!


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Evil Empire 14/12/15(Mon)15:19 No. 22976 ID: be3c4a

Uncontested Ownership of a Slippery Fuckhole

futaxfemale, teen, MILF, mild dom themes, mild impregnation themes, spanking, blowjob



As much as I had enjoyed fucking Mrs. Henderson what I had really been looking forward to was visiting Ms. Lee again. While Mrs. Henderson was attractive enough to get my dick hard and fun enough to fuck it was Ms. Lee I couldn't stop thinking about. Particularly as Mrs. Henderson seemed to be either out of the house or just not answering whenever I knocked on the door. I came to the conclusion that she was avoiding me. Either she felt guilty about fucking me or she had been disappointed by the sex. The latter possibility bothered me even though I knew it was unreasonable to expect me to be skilled at it.

So with Mrs. Henderson unavailable I was doubly looking forward to my next visit to Ms. Lee' house. When the day finally rolled around I made sure to dress specifically for my appointment with Ms. Lee. I wore the tightest pair of shorts I owned, even soft I would be showing a big lump in my shorts and I doubted very much I'd be soft. Under the shorts I wore a tiny thong which had no hope of hiding my cock. However, I doubted I would have the courage to take off my shorts outside. Under my t-shirt I wore a matching bikini top that only just barely covered my nipples.

That day I saved Ms. Lee until last. I felt almost certain that I was going to fuck her that day and I didn't want to have to rush things because I had other customers that needed their lawns taken care of. By the time I arrived at her house in the mid-afternoon I was erect as a flagpole and had been for a good part of the day. More than a few customers hadn't been able to meet my eyes and instead had talked directly to my cock.

When I arrived at Ms. Lee's I was in a real fix. I seriously considered just grabbing her and ripping her clothes off before bending her over and taking her from behind. Of course, I did no such thing but the urge was nearly overwhelming.

Ms. Lee was waiting for me when I pulled my trundle-cart into her yard and parked it behind the house next to the deck. When she stood up from where she was sitting in her deck chair I gasped in both shock and desire.
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Anonymous 14/12/16(Tue)23:15 No. 22978 ID: 3ff5a4

Awesome followup! Funny, sometimes endearingly silly dialogue, and also the idea of Summer being the neighborhood 'stud' is just too fucking much of a turn on.




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

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

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

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

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.


* * * * *


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

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Anonymous 14/11/29(Sat)08:45 No. 22886 ID: 332f1f

idk I always associated burial (artist) with zombie apocalypse type stuff, I guess the sound of hyperdub and notzombies just go together well for me

but also this is raw and I want moar please


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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 14/11/30(Sun)23:42 No. 22890 ID: 653aef

>>22886
Thank you for the suggestion! I'll have to check them out coming up. And yes, dear reader, I have some moar for you.

This chapter is a few hundred words shorter, I figured you might like a more frequent update albeit shorter. Hope it works for you folks. Also, I have a little image file to share with you, it's a floor plan for a house... no spoilers, I don't think, but I just felt like whipping it up and thought you might like to check it out. It's pretty shitty looking, though, don't judge...

http://i.imgur.com/ng3UprB.png

Oh, and keep the emails coming! I have gotten a couple, it's pretty awesome getting feedback from you guys directly.

Anyway, without further ado, Chapter 2!

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The young girl peered up at Matthew. Her eyes bright with tears, she only glanced at him before tucking her head back behind her knees, her arms wrapped in front of her as if a shield. He knelt next on the curb next to the open door, only just out of reach. He tried to keep the adrenaline out of his voice and, as calmly as he could muster, spoke to the girl.

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Anonymous 14/12/14(Sun)15:41 No. 22974 ID: 1d15f0

bump




A father's first time [Mg, incest, father/daughter] HolyMoly 14/12/10(Wed)22:56 No. 22941 ID: d90274 [Reply]

Welp, after some hemming and hawing I have decided to type up a little story beginning. I'll probably come back and spruce it up and add more things over the course of the week. This is my first go, so I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!

Chapter 1

Sydney could not believe his eyes when he saw it. Right there on his screen was the undeniable evidence, and never before did he get so aroused. He adjusted his boxer shorts, freeing his already thick and throbbing member, and wrapped his left hand around its base. For a few moments he didn't move, but studied the surroundings in the video he was watching. The posters up on the wall, the paint on the same walls, the orientation of the girl's computer--he chided himself for his mistake, she was clearly too young to have a computer in her room--all panned out. He groaned through clenched teeth as a fat drop of precum drooled down the shaft of his almost achingly hard cock. It was definitely her. It was definitely his daughter, Jordan. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt it through his dick as he began to stroke. Just like so many other people in the cam chat room, he knew. He could tell because there were a plethora of adult cocks working feverishly next to his daughter's image. They would stop every now and again to shout suggestions, or say things to his daughter that made him both angry and almost drunk with lust. For her part, Jordan giggled and flashed her chest to the crowd. It wasn't exactly hardcore, but it was enough, and Sydney could still hardly believe his eyes (or his luck).
Jordan was a little minx of a first grader, you see, and was flashing her skin like any seasoned cam pro. Just enough to keep the comments (and the donations, for she had asked Daddy how to set up an Amazon wish list "for Christmas") coming. Unbeknownst to her it worked on her father as well. The girl was wearing her latest buy, a two-piece swimsuit that she had begged her Daddy to buy for the upcoming summer. The two triangles of bright pink nylon would soon be grown out of, but right now they were covering where her tits would eventually grow. She had it on, but undone, and every so often when she moved her suit would reveal one of her pert, pink, tiny little nipples to the crowd. She'd cover her face, giggle, and say "oopsie" all while calculating when she should do it next. The camera was aimed mostly at her chest and face, and she had a shock of black hair that was unruly at the best of times. It was shoulder length, and went wild--especially when mommy wasn't around to help her brush it. She looked up with her dark brown eyes and blew an errant strand of her bangs up and away from her face. Her cheeks were in that classic cherubic style, as her baby fat had not entirely melted away. What had melted away revealed the beginnings of classic curves into wider than average hips, and two pert and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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review spiderfiend 14/12/13(Sat)18:33 No. 22972 ID: d09574

not bad, you need to work on your pacing, and the structure needs tons of work, but you have a good start. take this gem and polish the hell out of it. add a few more chapters and it would be a masterpiece. your doing very good young wolf show us what else you can do.




A father's first time [Mg, incest, father/daughter] HolyMoly 14/12/10(Wed)23:04 No. 22942 ID: d90274 [Reply]

Welp so after much hemming and hawing and some push from a friend I decided to write a thing. It's my first draft and first attempt at anything like this, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 1

Sydney could not believe his eyes when he saw it. Right there on his screen was the undeniable
evidence, and never before did he get so aroused. He adjusted his boxer shorts, freeing his already thick
and throbbing member, and wrapped his left hand around its base. For a few moments he didn't move,
but studied the surroundings in the video he was watching. The posters up on the wall, the paint on the
same walls, the orientation of the girl's computer--he chided himself for his mistake, she was clearly too
young to have a computer in her room--all panned out. He groaned through clenched teeth as a fat drop
of precum drooled down the shaft of his almost achingly hard cock. It was definitely her. It was definitely
his daughter, Jordan. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt it through his dick as he began to
stroke. Just like so many other people in the cam chat room, he knew. He could tell because there
were a plethora of adult cocks working feverishly next to his daughter's image. They would stop every
now and again to shout suggestions, or say things to his daughter that made him both angry and almost
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HolyMoly 14/12/10(Wed)23:07 No. 22943 ID: d90274

I'm also apparently fucking retarded and can't delete my non-formatted post. So, uh...yeah. Sorry?


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Anonymous 14/12/11(Thu)01:27 No. 22945 ID: 1c90da

>>22942

For a first attempt, this is pretty great. Better than a lot of stuff I've read on asstr, at any rate. Keep going!


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Anonymous 14/12/13(Sat)16:27 No. 22971 ID: d90274

Chapter 3

Jordan giggled and squirmed on her Daddy’s lap, squeezing her thighs together in order
to trap Syd’s cock. She looked up at her father, and then glanced at the webcam. The first
grader had been fantasizing about this since she’d found out just what sex was. What
better way could a girl show her love for her daddy? She let a finger traipse around the
cum-slicked head of his member, causing a shiver to go up Syd’s spine, and answered
out loud, “Fucking, daddy? What’s that?” She knew a little bit about sex, sure, but she
wasn’t exactly sure of the details.


Syd closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and collecting himself. His voice
was shaky even though he knew just what he wanted. He pulled his little girl extra tight against
his waist after wrapping one arm around her tummy, while his other hand plucked at the
bowstrings holding her bottoms to her delicious little self. “Well, honey, it’s when a daddy wants
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CubeCrafter LTB 14/12/12(Fri)09:15 No. 22957 ID: 227ac4 [Reply]

About this story and me:

This story will probably take a while to get to the naughty parts. I want to make sure you care about the characters and world I create before I just have them fuck each other. I write my stories as realistically as I possibly can, too, so you probably shouldn’t expect anything too out there from this one. That being said, if at any point you feel that my story features something that you find unbelievable please do not mention it. As much as I love feedback (and believe me, I love feedback) I don’t think comments like that will contribute anything. I’m writing about an already rare and taboo occurrence (incest) from a perspective I don’t have (I’m an upper middle class male) in a 1-in-a-million scenario. Of course some things are going to seem unusual.

I’m not sure what to tag this because I write my stories as I go along and include whatever I feel like. This story mainly features incest and consensual sex between persons under 18 years old. If that bothers you, obviously don’t read it.

Because I write as I go, I may contradict something established earlier. It’s unlikely, but I’m human. If this happens just let me know and I’ll find a way to explain it or (if it’s really bad) plot device it. If I fuck up so badly that even the mightiest of plot devices can’t save me, then I’ll rewrite the story until it makes sense and post it again in a new thread. Again, that is very unlikely.

I really like feedback. If you want to see updates to this story, write a quick comment or suggestion or criticism. The sense of people caring about my stories is the only thing that motivates me to write.

Anyway, Enjoy!
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~Prologue~


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Anonymous 14/12/12(Fri)20:37 No. 22965 ID: 036a9b

Dude it's literally the prologue. Don't bash a story before there's any context for judging it. As far as these stories go, I think the pace is just fine, and the premise is interesting. LTB: keep it coming!


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Anonymous 14/12/13(Sat)09:48 No. 22969 ID: 37d7be

I'm interested in where you're going to take this. Their whole world is changing from what they're used to. That should be an interesting part to this story.


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Anonymous 14/12/13(Sat)13:09 No. 22970 ID: f5b1c2

>>22965
Author asked for critique, I gave it. I'm not 'bashing' anything, and your eagerness to defend some random smut author on the internet is puzzling.
No work of literature is ever perfect, and if nobody criticised authors, they'd never improve.




The Cult anon 14/11/11(Tue)00:22 No. 22775 ID: f6660e [Reply]

So I started writing this and then just kind of lost track of where I wanted it to go. Not sure what to do with it or even if it's any good. Any ideas for Chapter 2? Anyone else want to take a stab at chapter 2?


Chapter One
The Cleansing


I was twelve years old when my sixth grade math teacher, Mr. Harris, asked if I wanted to be in his secret club. He said that he had been sharing my test results with the members of his club, and that they were very impressed with my intelligence. He told me that the club was for men, but since I was so advanced for my age, they would allow me to join if I wanted.

I enthusiastically agreed. I was shy and awkward at that age and didn't have many friends, nor was I a member of any teams or clubs. It was the first time I had been invited into anything like this, so I didn't really know what I needed to do. Mr. Harris told me not to worry, that he would let me know what to do. But it was imperative that I tell no one of the club or my membership, or there would be consequences. He asked if I agreed to these terms, which I did. He said good, leave everything to him.

That evening, my parents got a call from the teacher. He explained to them that my math scores were bordering on the genius level and that he recommended a special after school program for academically advanced students. My parents were pleased, but understandably skeptical. This was before the digital age, so there were limited resources to find out how legitimate something like this was. He invited us all to the school the next evening to observe the special class.

The next day, Mr. Haris called me into his office to talk privately. He said he was going to show my parents the REAL after school program so that they wouldn't become suspicious of the secret club. I remember thinking how smart that was and I began to get excited about the club. That evening, he showed my parents and I the gifted class that met every Tuesday and Thursday after school for four hours. It was all real so my parents had no more concerns. I was now in the gifted program as far as they knew, and I was now free for four hours twice a week.

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Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)21:44 No. 22782 ID: b9a090

>>22775
good story so far


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Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)22:17 No. 22783 ID: 1de00e

seems pretty interesting, I liked it. The enema suggests some Mm action, I'm guessing.


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Anonymous 14/12/10(Wed)19:10 No. 22939 ID: cd301f

The previous poster suggests Mm action, which isn't necessarily the case as the enema could be just part of a purification rite. I'm not personally into Mm action if that does turn out to be the case, but this isn't my story so I hope that if it is done in a sympathetic way to a hetero tale.

All in all though, a good start OP, I'm looking forward to the continuation




Palpable lola 14/03/05(Wed)08:00 No. 21297 ID: fe05d8 [Reply]

Dexterous. a word most people would use to describe Olivia, even if they had only very briefly met her.
A deserved description, as her hands never really stopped being in motion.
Her fingers: agile, yet delicate. With them, no task was beyond her grasp.
When she was younger, they guided her to becoming quite deft at musical instruments such as the piano, guitar, and violin.
As she aged, she discontinued her pursuit of musical talents;Her interest didn't necessarily wane as much as shift towards other things.
She was eleven when it occurred, though nobody, not even her, could tell you why.

"I don't know why. It just happened." She'd tell you with a smile that was often known to cause acute amnesia. Mesmerizing, others might describe it as.
The fact of the matter was, talents aside, Olivia was beautiful. Plump, pink lips that were often as expressive as she was.
Large, curious eyes that might come off as looking tired, or perhaps even mischievous, if she wasn't working on something.
In addition, as if those alone weren't enough, she had high cheekbones that further accentuated her smile, and a proud, feminine brow:
the apex of which grew golden brown tresses. Indeed, her hair was long, but on any given day it was balled on top of her head in a messy bun.
The attire she opted to wear on a day to day basis was just as relaxed. T-shirts and jeans, maybe shorts with a longer top when the weather permitted.

If carefree described how she dressed, it went on to describe her school life as well. She had a few friends, but no best friends.
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Anonymous 14/03/05(Wed)11:23 No. 21299 ID: c4f2b4

So is Olivia a man or a girl? Both? It seems like a girl for most of the story but then she seems to grow a dick in places. Confusing.


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Hermy Kal 14/03/06(Thu)03:43 No. 21306 ID: 4403da

It seems pretty clear that we're led to believe that she's a full girl until the very end of the first chapter where it specifically calls out her erection.

So she's a hermy.


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More? Anonymous 14/12/10(Wed)07:11 No. 22934 ID: 140c9b

OP, will there be a third chapter? This was nice fap material, but I'd love to hear more about Olivia, maybe even what show s/he and hir mother were watching, the Friday party, what's with Momma watching, and other stuff like that there.

For an eleven year old to have a school room key and to have a sarcastic(?) view of an age-mate's speech pattern is a very big thing. Let's hear more of this amazing person.

Fear not, this is /elit/, Train-wreck chapter segues are allowed.




The Fetish ABR 14/12/06(Sat)07:27 No. 22909 ID: 6b4abe [Reply]

I am not sure if this is a *thing* people want to read here, since it's not very loli or too kinky. I haven't seen much aggression and dominance. Tell me if you want me to continue on this thread.

The Fetish (m/f, mild bondage)
by ABR
Chapter One


I guess as fetishes went, maybe I wasn't so weird. So people are into way weirder, that's for sure. Of course, I never thought I'd end up in some of the mess I have been in over the years. I always thought I was in control, but when things went weird...

My mother was strict. So strict, she pretty much pussy whipped daddy until he hung himself on the very tree my tire swing hung from. Happened right after my tenth birthday. That was messed up. I'm not sure the moment I discovered my fetish, but at some point, I realized that I was seized by the need to control and dominate with one particular twist: I had to trap them. A girl needed to be isolated, taken away, deep into the woods where she would be helpless, then I would make her dependent on me until she was my slave.

I have my mother's eyes, I suppose.

Anyway, first time I had a serious chub, and I mean... guys know this: there's horny, and then there's that kink you have that overrides everything. There's a kind of horny that releases your sphincter and makes your belly feel weird. Blood seems to drain from your hands and you might tremble a little. There's a ringing in your ears that seems to say only one thing: fuck her. Fuck her and push your seed deep inside her. It's primal. And if your girl is into that, you're golden. But my serious first belly-cooling shakedown happened when I was just 16 and Junebug trod her lovely little self into our camp.

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ABR 14/12/08(Mon)03:51 No. 22919 ID: 6b4abe

Chapter 2

"I am called the foreman because I am worth four men!"

What a loser. That dumbass yahoo for a foreman with his shirt and tie on a job site was a joke. And I wanted to be first in the punch line. But, it's what the company felt was needed on this project. Like the world needs another office building. The recession left the last one I built unoccupied until the rent got so low, it gave birth to a payday loan place, a pawn shop, and a strip joint. Then burned down. Hell of a year for that builder.

There was nothing likable about this foreman, however. Skinny, pale, with red hair and a receding hairline. His hard hats were always too big like his ego. He spoke Spanish like I should be impressed: most of these immigrants understood how to hammer a goddamn nail into a board and sheetrock, you dipshit. They listened to me, because I knew how they thought. Most of them had a hard and shitty life. I had a hard and shitty life. Nothing a few free beers and a good bunch of laughs couldn't fix.

His type wasn't new. I mean, most of these college grads are chum in small towns like I worked in. Small stature, big swagger. I would have easily forgotten him if it weren't for one little detail: the Hispanics really hated this guy. Maybe they thought he knew Spanish and therefor they couldn't say shit about him while he was around. Maybe it was because he acted like he'd take them under his wing like THAT should be impressed he could name everything in Taco Bell with an exaggerated accent. But as time went on, he stuck close to me more and more often. At first, this was terrible.

Then one day, a Japanese SUV bounced onto the site. The driver looked like she couldn't aim the vehicle quite right, and the foreman waved her to a panicked stop.

"What are you DOING?" His anger seemed almost comical.

A woman stepped out. No, a girl. But what a girl. One solid muscular leg ending with a pink trainer sneaker arched over the running board and stepped ankle deep in the red clay that was the backdrop for these sites.
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Anonymous 14/12/09(Tue)04:06 No. 22925 ID: 92e757

God damn, dude. Fantastic.


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Anonymous 14/12/09(Tue)13:49 No. 22928 ID: 2484da

Very well done, I'm no expert when it comes to technical skill or any of that jazz but I deeply enjoyed it.

Do you plan to do any more?




A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Nicholas+Fellheimer 14/11/13(Thu)11:06 No. 22793 ID: 8d0817

>>22626
There's a longer version here:
http://www.asstr.org/~LS/stories/nicholasfellheimer4939.html
... and I've been thinking about putting together another chapter.


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Anonymous 14/12/02(Tue)02:28 No. 22892 ID: f1b782

>>22793
That's actually where I initially found your stories!

You should write another chapter, I know I would greatly enjoy it. You have a great writing style!


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Missing Stories Anonymous 14/12/06(Sat)06:17 No. 22908 ID: 1b3ad7

Hey Nicholas... As a big fan of Phil Phantom I think it is great that you, and AnnonyMPC of course, have started writing stories in that over the top style that disappeared when he did. But since then end of lolli on Hentai-Foundry, I cannot find your stuff anywhere. There may not be anything new if you've been busy but I know there were several posted to HF before the end!

So this is one fan asking you to post those missing stories here or perhaps on asstr.org or anywhere for that matter and let us know where we need to go to watch for NEW nichollasfellheimer stories! TIA




Monster Girl. The Clockwork Corpse!!L5LwZ1LmIz 13/01/02(Wed)07:01 No. 18001 ID: 7a73e9 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Look, no time to explain, but here.

https://7chan.org/d/res/38409.html#i38409

Now this.

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The first thing he became aware of was the sounds. Rhythmic, aquatic, the lapping and crashing of ocean waves. Such sounds, though as soothing and nostalgic as they were, were not the same sounds he was supposed to be hearing. Then came the pain. Sharp, stabbing, burning. Then came the light. The bright, blinding light. A sun. With a groan he tried to pick himself up, his whole body screaming out in protest as he forced himself to his hands and knees. Through clouded vision he stared at the sand beneath him, stained red and caked with blood. A small wave of salt water came to wash it away, only to spread it around, the white sands taking a pinkish hue. Willing more strength, he pushed himself up, and finally looked at his surroundings.

A long sandy beach stretched far in both directions, before him a thick green forest. Hissing in pain he looked to his side to see a gruesome wound, still bleeding and covered in sand and sea water. He looked behind him; nothing but a vast and endless ocean. Ever slowly, his mind began to clear, and though still groggy from the pain and unconsciousness, he began to remember. The ship. He was on the ship. He remembered that he was in his quarters catching up on his studies when he heard the alarm blaring over the ship’s intercom. Fear gripped him and he ran to his appointed station, ready either to brace for impact or be jettisoned in an escape pod to safety. The very last thing he remembered was the captain calling over the intercom, though he couldn’t remember what it was he was saying before everything when black and silent.

He once more looked around himself; scattered around where various metallic shards of what was most likely part of the ship, though he really couldn’t tell since nothing really struck him as familiar. But then he returned to the beach and the forest. The ship wasn’t even near any planetary object; in fact last he remembered the ship was in a ‘dead zone’; a large portion of space between planets where communication were limited and pirate attacks were common. Then again, a heavily armed military freighter wasn’t a prime target for pirates, so they couldn’t have been attacked. But, then, where was he? Is he, dead? This place was beautiful and he did thought he was in heaven, but then the pain in his side changed that thought. He can’t be in hell; where was all the fire, the screaming souls of the damned? Was he in the in-between? Limbo? He didn’t know, but nonetheless he couldn’t stay here.

Basic training kicked in, as he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side, and stumbled for the tree line. He quickly became aware of his current wellbeing. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but aside Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/05/10(Sat)21:04 No. 21714 ID: 5f279f

I don't like to be the one to bump dead threads, but watching this fall to page three has been too disheartening. Just not ready to give up hope yet...


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Anonymous 14/10/07(Tue)05:10 No. 22540 ID: 955e1b

Really hoping Seris gets some closure with Andrei. Seemed pretty cold for him to leave her like that.


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Anonymous 14/12/04(Thu)10:56 No. 22902 ID: 289ad7

BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP




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