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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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Anonymous 15/02/07(Sat)09:23 No. 23247 ID: f69617

Inb4 they become a part of the bay area indie clique, one of them becomes an SJW and fucks zoe quinn and others for positive reviews, and the other is accused of rape and locked up for life before going on to found #gamergate from the shadows by hacking Adam Baldwin's twitter account.


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Anonymous 15/02/27(Fri)20:37 No. 23326 ID: 2c5f80

>>22960
>>22970
What an arrogant guy (I presume) you are. Yes, you gave a critique, but then went on to, as one of the previous commenters said to bludgeon the author in a totally arrogant way - both in words and in tone

Author, please ignore him. As others have said, this shows promise and I for one am looking forward to the future installments


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Anonymous 15/03/09(Mon)06:24 No. 23360 ID: 69dddc

.....am i reading smut about notch?neat.




The Galaxy's Hardest Seduction (futadom on fem,sci-fi,whatever I feel I-i-it&!eK93fqw5CM!!MyL2ZmMTR4 15/03/03(Tue)04:41 No. 23340 ID: 36207d [Reply]

Primary Tags: futadom, futa on female, sci-fi. Tags are subject to rampant change. Could get extreme later (beast, noncon, piss, asphyx), but no scat, ped, or hard guro.

This is my first attempt at elit (fingers crossed on the formatting). Constructive criticism is welcome. I'll tease you a bit in chapter one, drop the first sex scene in chapter two, and we'll ramp up the freakiness from there, possibly based on you guys' comments. No promises though. I reserve the right to ignore input I don't like.




Vengeance Diplomatic Station, low Earth orbit, 2088

I ducked into the men's bathroom and entered one of the "stalls," though it was really more of a suite than a stall. It was a fully enclosed room the size of a bedroom. It smelled of lavender for fuck's sake, but that's diplomatic stations for you. I wouldn't be surprised if they gilded the toilet paper. Pulling my succubus kit from my pocket, I thumbed a few buttons on its screen. Red text showed records of the hormone and pheromone levels of every being I'd gotten within five meters of throughout the evening. Changes in hormone levels that occurred after looking at or talking to me were highlighted in green. Basically, I could see who wanted to bang me. I scanned the highlighted rows, checking their species. Human, human, human... Damn. None of my targets were responding. Time to change my face and try again.

I tapped another button, and holograms of my preset bodies appeared around me. I allowed myself a grin. Every one of the bodies was a custom design by yours truly, and they were all goddamn masterpieces. Unfortunately, two of these masterpieces had already failed to get a response tonight, not including the body I was currently wearing. I batted away the voluptuous redhead and the androgynous athlete, who both vanished, leaving half a dozen options.

I picked Lail. I always picked Lail when the others fell short. Her hologram looked up at me through her lashes, running her tongue along her bottom lip. Her eyes were black. Deep. I'd spent ten weeks perfecting them, so that you could look down into them for miles and miles and find a secret meaning every step of the way. I reached out to hold her hand. I couldn't touch a hologram, of course, but she responded as though I had, and kept her hand in mine. Her fingers were fragile, with hollow bones. All her bones were like that, to keep her under thirty kilos - light enough to make a lover feel like a god of strength when they lifted her in their arms or pinned
her down one handed. Sure, her body was too lithe to carry the raw sexual appeal of the redhead or the blonde, but I made up the difference with skill. I liked to think of her like a faction in a game. In Starcraft VII: Arbiter of Deception, I'd mess around with the Zerg or the Protoss-Terran Remnant, but when things got competitiv Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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I-i-it&!47oUjPlt3Y!!t0L2AxZGp1 15/03/06(Fri)04:19 No. 23351 ID: 721e97

Posting chapter two within the hour, but first, thank you to the first commenter for the criticism and the second commenter for the warm fuzzies. On with the show.


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Chapter Two I-i-it&!47oUjPlt3Y!!t0L2AxZGp1 15/03/06(Fri)04:36 No. 23352 ID: 721e97

New Tag of the day: Asphyxiation (nonlethal)

I materialized in a room with no doors – no way out. The wall was a circular screen, black at the moment. The ceiling and floor were aquariums, alive with creatures I could only describe as squid. Muted light filtered through the water above and below, casting the room in flickering blue. I glanced around for Avalon, and saw a throne in the center of the room, carved to look like a sea monster that had contorted itself into the shape of a chair. The four armrests were the four heads of the beast, and a sword’s hilt protruded from each of their gaping mouths. For a moment, I could have sworn I heard them growling, until I realized that was the distant rumble of the ship’s engine.

Before I could look away from the throne, Avalon materialized on it, her eyes on mine. The knot in my brainstem exploded, flooding my brain, rushing down my spine. My nipples stiffened against the fabric of my dress. I felt my sex puffing up, the lips flaring open, tingling, buzzing, itching to be rubbed. My legs trembled. Avalon leaned back, her wings sliding into slots on her throne.

“Strip,” she said.

My hands moved to obey, but I stopped myself, remembering my character. “I never agreed to sleep with you, you know,” I said.

“I neither need nor want your agreement,” she said. “Strip.”

I pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress. The electricity was going crazy, pulsing through my sex, rubbing me inside, better than a lover’s tongue, and it was all I could do not to moan. At this point, I wouldn't have looked away from Avalon’s golden eyes if she’d let me. My dress slid down my body and pooled around my feet, revealing my rounded breasts, my delicate waist, the gap between my thighs. Avalon’s eyes never left mine. Lail naked was a sight that others would kill to see – that others had killed to see, yet here I stood, ignored, and somehow being cast aside like that made me even hornier. I reached down to scratch the itch at the apex of my legs. Electricity froze my arm at the last second, my fingertips quivering a centimeter away from my clit. Avalon was smirking. My cheeks flushed with anger, or was it embarrassment? The electricity was blurring my mind. It was getting tough to remember how my character should react to things, and tougher still to keep myself from just climbing on Avalon’s lap and fucking my own brains out on her cock. I was pretty sure that would be out of character, but I absolutely needed something inside me right now.

“Let go,” I begged, “please.”
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Anonymous 15/03/06(Fri)12:37 No. 23355 ID: f5b1c2

Very nice, but a bit lacking in emotion. Also, quite a few stop-start sentences that could do with being separated by a comma instead of a period.
>My toes pointed, the electricity intensifying as she slid a second finger into my ass, then a third.
>My vision was going black, and I writhed for air one last time, hearing her moan in response to my struggles.
Stuff like that.




Clarice (SS, slight Loli) S 11/07/05(Tue)09:48 No. 12846 ID: e59c31 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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

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

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

Chapter 1, part 1

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

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

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

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Anonymous 14/10/04(Sat)02:05 No. 22523 ID: dd9a09

>>22522

Yay! Update!

But when is this taking place in the story? Did we skip the park, or is this earlier in the story? I'm confused.

I am super happy to see you're writing though. This is one of my favorite stories on this board, so I hope you'll keep writing. But I kind of want to know what happens at the park!

I do like the cliffhanger though. I definitely want to know what's in the bag.


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Private_Pontiac aka Redarrow 14/10/05(Sun)07:06 No. 22531 ID: a9b073

>>22523
Yeah, sorry for the confusion. If you search this whole thread for the phrase "without it seeming inappropriate", the new section is getting inserted there.

I'm adding some time between that moment and the scene that follows. Some people have been surprised by how quickly things advance after Grace's episode, so I thought I'd try to add a scene or two into the middle of the story.


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Anonymous 14/10/06(Mon)19:47 No. 22539 ID: dd9a09

>>22531
Ah, fair enough.

I'm still super pumped to see you still working on this. It is one of my favorite stories on this board. Every time I visit, I always browse to see if there is any new work on it. Keep it up!




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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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


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Anonymous 15/02/23(Mon)05:42 No. 23311 ID: 2b658d

brilliant stuff


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Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)23:27 No. 23333 ID: 5db6d8

For anybody who wants to read Nicholas' story easier. Somebody reposted his stories here http://fetstories.com/author/Nicholas-Fellheimer/




Fortis Apsallar 15/02/18(Wed)19:15 No. 23288 ID: 1a875d [Reply]

Fey Ozala was her name. She stood out as a rare flower, alone in a field of color. She was studying the falling snow her slender legs firmly planted on landing pad one. She must have been waiting for her appointment, letting the time pass like the people around her, paying them and all no mind. She was elsewhere, dreaming of a better place. Her hair drawn back, her child’s face in the cold air, a bronze pale statue. Pace found himself lost in that vision of a girl maybe 11 years old that had him mystified. Rooted in place, he could not take his eyes from her. He knew he had walked into this moment uninvited, intruding, such beauty not for him.

- “Move idiote!” A men pushing several crates shouted at Pace. “Go dally someplace else… Retardo!”

Aware of the people around him and that he had stared like an idiot at this beauty, Pace walked to the opposite wall of the landing pad and pretended to examine his communicator, while still stealing glances at the girl.

She finally moved, looked towards the entrance and with light steps glided inside. Like from a dream, Pace thought. He had trouble explaining all the feelings this girl had aroused in him. He looked at his watch and since it was time for him to go in as well he hurried after her. Inside she proceeded with assured steps while Pace went to the information desk to ask for directions. By the time he knew where to go, she was long gone. Pace sighted and followed the signs to recruitment room seventeen. That vision of perfection gone.

The medical tests were necessary but his predisposition for the melding had been revealed for over a year now. He hadn’t volunteered before because Pace knew he was scared. Oh he had thought of many other reasons not to join, but deep down it was always the fear which held him back. Now taught, with his parents gone, with the planet at the front lines, he had summoned his courage and failing to find it he had dragged himself here. If the planet was going to fall he would be part of the space forces and maybe just maybe they would evacuate the survivors. Pace knew there were too few ships for the planet’s population, they were too near the enemy for a full star-system evacuation. There was just no time and enough ships for everyone. Priority was given to the well connected and the ones that could afford it. He was neither of the two. The last hope now was with the military. Fighting Defender units were not sacrificed, they were pulled back to the next star system so they could fight again. So if he got in the space defense forces, in the Deffender units, there was a chance. Funny how he had not joined up to now because he was afraid of fighting, now he was joining because he was more afraid of staying behind as the Enemy approached.

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Bkil 15/02/28(Sat)00:00 No. 23327 ID: 55d287

I think this is a good setup for a story. I'm interested where you take it.


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Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)14:22 No. 23329 ID: 2c5f80

Agreed. I'm looking forward to the next update, although it would be good if Pace stepped up to the mark and didn't make such a complete Pratt of himself


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Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)14:22 No. 23330 ID: 2c5f80

Agreed. I'm looking forward to the next update, although it would be good if Pace stepped up to the mark and didn't make such a complete Pratt of himself




RV Summer Trip Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 11/04/04(Mon)19:05 No. 11682 ID: d30cf6 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

tags: incest, m/f, outercourse, frottage

later chapters will include sex and oral, but nothing real kinky

Sam looks like http://filefap.com /view/1279532_bxm0q
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It was time for the yearly family vacation again. I’m not sure why we kept up this tradition as it usually caused more stress than it relieved. But in between the long periods of dysfunctionality, loathing, and irritability that we caused one another while on it, we usually managed to have some shining moment of family fun that my parents would look back on 11 months later and decide it was worth doing again. Isn’t the human mind’s ability to filter memories amazing?

So, once again, my parents, Sarah and John, my older sis, Samantha, and myself would be stuck in a RV on a cross country road trip to see some great American landmark. Cue Weird Al’s Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota. Sam(antha) and I heard the news a week before summer vacation, just long enough for us to properly dread it’s coming and mourn the loss of yet another summer to goof off with friends. Hell, I’d have rather have gotten a job and made some cash. But it wasn’t to be. The Parkers would be going to Key West. This brought mixed reactions from my sis and me. Good food, good weather, beaches? It was too good to be true, I’m pretty sure both Sam and I were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But as our departure date approached, everything seemed to be going fine.

Everyone had packed for the last three days, and my dad was going to pull up with the rented RV any minute now. We lived in Raleigh, North Carolina, so it was going to be a bit of a trip. Since Sam had turned 16 this year, she was really hoping she’d be be able to use her newly acquired learners permit and drive part of the way. She had been moping about for a few days after dad told her she shouldn’t learn on an RV. My dad’s an okay driver but in hilly areas he didn’t feel assured even letting Mom drive. I guess Mom’s better than some, but she’s still a woman. Don’t give me that; like legends, most prejudice is based upon a kernel of truth, and I’ve been driven by enough women to have the experimental data to back it up. So Mom, Sam, and myself, 15 year old Jason Parker, were standing outside on the driveway at an ungodly hour of the morning with a large pile of luggage, waiting to see what sad excuse for a RV would roll in. My parents are both college professors, which is why they can both get the summer off every year, though apparently they go through a lot of trouble to do so. But it also means that Dad is sometimes frugal when I wish he wasn’t.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 14/08/26(Tue)07:15 No. 22348 ID: 05ab80

>>22147
This is sooooo dead it's not even funny.


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Anonymous 15/02/25(Wed)07:41 No. 23317 ID: 97814b

Ah, this was really good times, back in the day.

An awesome story, where I was pining for some good old brother/sister incest stories.

Also, I cringe at how transparent of a bump this is.


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Gilbert 15/02/25(Wed)09:01 No. 23318 ID: 9b9120

This was the story that got me hooked on this board and erotic literature in general, shame to have it end so abruptly.




Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/09/01(Mon)10:18 No. 22364 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

If the text had come from anyone except Megan, I would have simply added their name to my kill-list, and gone back to sleep. Instead, I grabbed my phone and gave her a call.

“I'm going to strangle you.” I said, by way of greeting.

“Why? You at work, cuz?” She sounded tipsy, but lucid, which was actually rather good for her. and she seemed to be forcing a playful tone, which meant she was worried. Damnit.

“I just had three twelve hour shifts in a row during finals week, because my boss is a sadistic twat. I had one final yesterday between my second and third shifts, and my last final is coming up in... just under seven hours. I literally just crawled in bed eleven minutes ago. You'd better be dying.”

“Oh, Ethan, I'm ssoo sorry. I'll be fine. Good luck on the final, and stuff.”

I sighed. “Are you somewhere safe?”

“For the moment, yeah. It's alright, we'll find someone to give me a ride.”

Megan wouldn't have called me on a weeknight if she'd had any decent options, and I didn't want to think about what kind of person they'd find willing to give a bunch of drunk junior high girls a ride. I wasn't be able to rest easy until I heard she was somewhere safe anyway, so I resigned myself to the innevitable and said, “Don't bother, just text me the address. I'm on my way.”
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Anonymous 14/09/23(Tue)17:23 No. 22484 ID: 8f4400

>>22483
Sorry, I never heard of you before, but do I understand you correctly that you wrote more stories next to this one and Tacit Approval? If so, how can I find them?


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Anonymous 14/09/23(Tue)19:38 No. 22485 ID: 54b2c5

>>22484

I also wrote Uncle Rick, The Laws of Hospitality (unfinished), and Cheats. They're all on this board somewhere.

My other stories about a shapeshifting loli who fights another creature like her, and a super soldier kid who survives a government kill order then goes into hiding, I think that one was called The Need, or something like that, and a story about a high school football player, we're all posted here and on 99's elit board, but they got lost due to board wipes. I don't know where they are now, and no I don't have copies of my own. They were all unfinished anyway, but you might be able to find them somewhere in the depths of the way back machine or something.


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Bkil 15/02/22(Sun)09:49 No. 23309 ID: ddaa83

>>22485
For the high school football story was it a long story called New Friends?




Growing Pains Dede 14/01/23(Thu)21:39 No. 20887 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Everybody remembers when they discovered masturbating for the first time. Mine was the day my family moved to Texas. There were four of us, me, my mom, my dad and my older sister, Courtney. Our old house in Nebraska was huge and I had a whole side of the house to myself practically, but now I was sharing the other side of a thin wall with my sister.

She unpacked some and then excused herself to go for a walk around our new neighborhood. We had always lived in the middle of nowhere, and so moving to a packed suburb was a big change for us. We'd be going to a school with 1700 other kids instead of 80 or 90. Also, for the first time we'd be seeing very little of eachother at school. With so few other kids around, we were bound to run into eachother frequently. Dad told me when you went to a school that big, you often didn't even meet everyone after four years.

I would be an 5th grader that year and my sister would be in 8th. She had always been a little on the chubby side with long blonde hair and loved wearing shorts that barely covered her asscheeks and tank tops. Despite there being very little selection in Nebraska, she always seemed to have a boyfriend since as far back as I remember. I wondered how long it would take for that to happen here.

That night she came in a little after sundown and we had dinner together. She retired to bed shortly after and I did the same. I was watching something on the History Channel when I heard something knocking next door. At first I thought she was hanging a picture or something, but when I turned the sound off I heard her moaning and her headboard hitting the wall.

I turned my TV off and slipped out of bed. Her bedroom door was closed, but her closet connected to the laundry room, so I opened the laundry room door quietly and slipped inside. The door into her room was open and I could see dim light coming through.

I crept up to the sliver of light and whenI pressed my eye to it I could see her bent over on her elbows and knees. Her pale ass was up in the air and her black thong was around her legs. A tall, skinny guy a little older than her had two handfulls of her ass and was fucking her raw. I stared in shock, but didn't leave. I could feel myself getting hard and knew that I was going to stay and watch this. Sure, that was my sister Courtney, but somehow this was the best thing I'd ever seen.

Her tummy was hanging down between her thighs and her huge white tits were spilling out of the top of her pajama shirt and bouncing as the guy drilled himself into her bare. She was moaning rhythmically with his thrusts and I could hear her wetness as his cock slapped into her soaking hole. Her hair was in her eyes and I could see her red lips hanging open.

I thought about her mouth as I began masturbating for the first time, finding it immediately intoxicating and almost mind-altering.
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Dede 15/02/20(Fri)22:52 No. 23298 ID: ebd7e7

The waiting game was the best and worst part on nights like these. Listening for voices in our quiet, motionless house lended itself to the erotic suspense she had held me in for years. Her unpredictability had held my interest despite her voracious sexual appetites giving my imagination fodder on a frequent basis.

Breathing slowly to liseten more closely, I could make out her voice, and then the lower voice of presumably whoever had come to pick her up. He had one of those deep, tonal whispers that resembled a voice modulator used on a crime drama, only caring. Her giggling on the stairs was punctuated by his low-pitched plea to keep it down. I could tell they were outside her door now.

I rose in the dark and moved closer to my door to listen, eager to make out what they were saying. The context of the encounter was almost as important to me as the act itself. Seeing a respectable date bring Courtney home and fuck her raw was amazingly fun. Or seeing a hoodlum jackass get thrown onto his back and told to shut up because she wasn't done with him.

Their conversation was hushed, but looking under my door, I could still see them standing there whispering in the hall. Courtney had her door open, seemingly beckoning this man inside, but he wasn't budging and whispered something beyond earshot before taking a step back.

"Come on" Courtney pouted more loudly than she should have.

"No... I can't" he explained, "You know that I can't."

Yes you fucking can, I thought to myself. Please for fuck's sake.

Watching their feet, bent over at my bedroom door in the dark, I heard a click and the rustle of fabric, and then watched Courtney's jeans slide down her calves in a pile around her feet. She stepped out of them and her shoes at the same time and stood there with her feet spread apart in what I imagined could either be her socks and panties or might just be her socks, depending on what she had decided to wear under her jeans.
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Dede 15/02/20(Fri)22:55 No. 23299 ID: ebd7e7

I couldn't see anything, and was worried she wasn't even in there when I couldn't see her through the glass shower door, but then I realized I was looking too high. There she was, sitting on the floor of the shower, behind the rail on the door where she usually hung her towels. There was something in her hands between her knees and her head was hanging low, her hair all stuck to her face.

For a moment, I thought she was masturbating, but then I saw her lift the object and take a drink from it. It was hard to tell the shape of the bottle through the steamy glass, but it looked brown and knowing Courtney, that meant it was probably a bottle of Crown.

A sob escaped above the sound of the running water, and I switched from aroused to concerned. I debated saying something, or waiting until she was out and dressed and then knocking on her door. I waited, though, and was immediately glad I did.

The sob came again and then again, rhythmically and I knew that she wasn't crying. That was what she sounded like when she masturbated, which was rare. In fact, I couldn't remember her masturbating very much since we moved here. She had been so eager to find the genuine article. I moved her panties back to my face and inhaled her while her silhouette set down the bottle and redoubled her efforts.

Quickly, she stood up and shut off the water, her arm reaching around the door to pull the towel from the handle. I barely managed to scoot out of her line of sight as she came bouncing out of the shower drunk. I didn't have time to go for the laundry room so I dove behind her bed. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I was going to actually die. It took every bit of willpower I had to get control of myself and crawl under her bed before I had a chance to get spotted.

Her towel landed on the floor and I watched her feet as she picked up the pile of tonight's clothes. She hesitated, looking through them, then moved quickly for the laundry room door. Thank fuck I hadn't tried hiding in there. She flipped the lights on and looked inside, then closed it softly, pushing in the click button to lock it. Next, she went to her closet and swung open the doors, rifling through her hanging clothes before deciding there was nothing in there she was interested in.

Finally, she locked her door into the hall as well, then she stood, her toes pointing straight toward me and then she headed my way. I pursed my lips tightly and took deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. I was going to have to explain myself.

This was going to be the worst night ever.
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Anonymous 15/02/21(Sat)12:19 No. 23305 ID: 7e0c15

Keep it up Dede, always a pleasure seeing a new installment.




young neighbor ch1 (futa on male) wut 12/07/18(Wed)08:46 No. 16682 ID: aecf9f [Reply]

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 15/01/23(Fri)23:12 No. 23154 ID: 9809f3

Holy shit this is good. Moar?


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Anonymous 15/01/28(Wed)14:36 No. 23165 ID: 397bf3

>>16682
Not read this for years , good to see it back. Please continue it!


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Anonymous 15/02/21(Sat)10:47 No. 23304 ID: 0d3527

>>16685
This is possibly the best story of its type on the Internet. You have to keep going! Or at least direct us to where we can find more your work!




The Club 2013 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 13/05/08(Wed)23:26 No. 18894 ID: cfb7ee [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

My stories tend to involve women placed into sexual situations against their will (nc). Often the physical restraints and stimulation involve racks and machines of one kind or another. I don't consider myself a great (or even good) writer. I just write what turns me on. My first story about “the Club” was written back in 1996. This story was started in 2010 and continues to refine the Club world. I've completed about 10 (short) chapters. Here's the first chapter. If people seem interested, I'll post some more.


The Club 2010


Chapter 1

I heard about this place called the Club, that's the name, just 'the Club'. A business associate of mine told me a story over a few beers while we were at a conference in Dubai. He had been told about this club from a supposed member. Names are never discussed, so if you tell my story, please, never mention my name.

So anyway, back to the Club. My business associate (friend) tells me he heard about this place where all the women are sex slaves for the clients. But these girls are not just acting or into this kind of stuff. They're all kidnapped and somehow turned into sexual nymphs. All ages (above some cutoff) and all types of girls! I asked him if he knew where the place was, or how to become a member, but my friend's friend wouldn't say. It seems you need to be invited.

For the next few months I occasionally searched the internet for clues to the Club. But given that the name was rather generic, the queries were useless. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I believed it existed. Still, I was intrigued by the thought that this place could fulfill a sexual fantasy of mine. For now, let's leave it at that.

Eventually, I started to drop little hints about the Club whenever I was on business out of the country. I'd be talking with someone at bar and ask “Have you ever heard of this place called The Club?” “It's like a gentlemen's club, very exclusive and very secretive.” Nobody knew anything – or at least that's what they would say.
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Anonymous 15/02/17(Tue)22:10 No. 23285 ID: 29574e

>>23280
Eh, his not taking any credit for the story, and the page is much easier to read than


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wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/02/21(Sat)02:53 No. 23302 ID: cc2815

Definitely not thrilled about my stuff getting posted on other sites without my knowledge. At least the site has me (wondash) listed as the author.

For the record, I officially post the all my stories at storiesonline.net


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wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/02/21(Sat)03:02 No. 23303 ID: cc2815

By the way, whoever posted to fetstories.com - at least don't butcher my stories. For example, the first chapter is missing the last paragraph.




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