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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 17/07/27(Thu)22:50 No. 25105 ID: 56e1d6

Fuuuuck, please write more. I don't even like futa but these stories really turned me on.


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Anonymous 17/07/28(Fri)12:59 No. 25107 ID: fa3a37

I know I can't be the only one who wants Summer to fuck Autumn stupid.

...

Course, the whole incest thing makes me wonder if maybe the whole family is going to have an orgy in the near future.

But over all this is good, can't wait for more.

And Summer is, of course, a horny teenager.


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Anonymous 17/08/19(Sat)03:15 No. 25128 ID: 389ebd

More, please mooore!!!
That's so good! Thank you!
But give more please!




The New Box | TG, MF TG_Wave 17/05/20(Sat)06:48 No. 25034 ID: 5cd996 [Reply]

Hey all, I'm a TG erotica author. I've actually written a bunch of stories (some for sale), but I'm about half way through my magnum opus, a TG story about cheerleaders, drugs and bodysuits. Its more complex than anything I've ever attempted, but I really, really want to get it right. If I had someone willing to edit it and/or bounce ideas off would help me make it everything I think it can be.

Truthfully, all of my stories could use an editor, but even my wife doesn't know the content of the smut I write, so I'm asking if anyone here is interested. Without this site, I never would have published any of my stories, so I wanted to come back and ask for help one more time.

Following this is one of my shorter stories (which I'd be happy to receive feedback on), but all my erotica is available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mithrilmight
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The New Box
By EC

David was unbelievably, undeniably, overwhelmingly bored. Grimly he fiddled with his phone, debating another round Candy Crush as the minutes crawled by. Sunlight poured through the window, but David wasn’t deceived, it was mightily cold outside. He sank deeper into the old couch, ignoring the draft from the old windows, checking his phone for any new messages that had arrived in the last thirty seconds.

Since his university was all but abandoned during the long weekend, David had unexpectedly decided to return to his childhood home, only to discover his parents had left for a cruise without telling him. He had the old Victorian house to himself, but things had changed since high school and many of his friends were off working or spending the weekend on their own college campuses. Loneliness formed an oppressive weight that dulled his senses. Minutes passed like minuscule eternities while he struggled with extreme cabin fever. None of his friends were around to help lift the fog of depression that had settled all about him.
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Anonymous 17/08/12(Sat)01:57 No. 25119 ID: 041158

This was really great!




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 17/06/05(Mon)14:59 No. 25054 ID: c0bb58

please come back


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Anonymous 17/08/09(Wed)19:25 No. 25118 ID: c18026

please update this


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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.




Change is inevitable. Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/04/17(Mon)01:33 No. 24998 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

My name is Seamus. Yeah, I know. Pronounced Shay-muss. I come from an Irish family. We came to America a few years before I was born. My father ran a Bar and nightclub until he and my mother were killed in a plane crash when I was 25. I had been living on my own for a few years at that point, working a steady job at a goth nightclub alongside a good friend of mine, Johnny, who was half Irish and half Japanese. I had to take a month off of work to deal with all the arrangements. They were thankfully understanding. Johnny was there for me the whole time, and his little sister Alice would come over with him now and again. She was such a cute little thing, with her almond-shaped brilliant green eyes, pale skin, and slightly ruddy cheeks. She'd sit with me for hours at a time playing videogames and listening to music, and being surprisingly intelligent for a 10 year old. Johnny would joke that she had a crush on me and she'd poke him in the ribs and tell him to stop. I was incredibly thankful for their company in my time of need. A couple months later the funeral was held, and dad, a former IRA fighter, was a devout catholic, so we had a catholic service and burial, Father Davis once again asking me to come to sunday service. I politely refused, as always. I've not cared for religion since I was a child.

After a couple more months, I decided to leave my job at the club and head off to college to get a degree. I said goodbye to my friends, little Alice giving me a great big hug, and off I went. A few years later I had a few trade licenses under my belt, and I got to work as a contractor back home. It was slow going at first, but after a few months I had a pretty decent business going, and had purchased a nice apartment and a motorcycle. Johnny had been busy, and called me up to go over and hang out that weekend. I had a job I was headed to early saturday but promised to show up afterwards.

That saturday I headed out to the job site, where they wanted me to assist in rewiring some office building undergoing renovations. Sweaty, dirty work, and by the end of it I was tired, sweaty, and covered in some kind of plastic dust. A promise is a promise, though, so I headed over to Johnny's place with a quick stop for a bottle of whiskey and a quick change of clothes at home. His house was gorgeous. His parents had purchased this little run-down old victorian house, fixed it up, and sold it to him under the instruction that he let Alice live there too so she could go to school in the city, then they moved on to flip another house. Apparently they'd been doing this for years before him and I had met at the club. Perfect house for a goth, really. Green shingles, dark red brick, and green wooden siding. I knocked at the door, and Johnny opened it with a big grin on his face.
"Great to see you, man. How've you been?" He said, motioning me inside.
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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/06/14(Wed)22:45 No. 25061 ID: ef02bd

I heard the phone ring. It was Thursday. I hadn't had any jobs for the last few days so I'd gotten drunk last night and passed out on the couch watching cheesy slasher flicks. I felt my head pounding.
Groggily I answered the phone with a brief "Yeah?"
"Uh...hey. This a bad time? You ok?" came the voice from the other end. It was, to my surprise, Alice, the object of my dreams for the last few days.
"I'm just hungover. What's up?" I answered.
"Can I come over for a bit? I'll help you feel better." Now that had some interesting images in my head. I considered for a moment.
"Just make sure Johnny knows."

Two hours later she buzzed up to my apartment. I threw on a tshirt and went to the door the moment she knocked on it. I really wasn't sure what to expect.
She smiled at me from the hall, Red lips and simple black eyeliner. As always, she could wear anything and look gorgeous, but today she looked adorable.
I ushered her in, blinking at the brightness of the hallway lights. Fucking florescent shit. I don't know why anyone thought that was suitable for lighting.
She was saying something about school, but I was distracted by both my hangover and the tshirt she wore, cut and tied in a laddering pattern but leaving her flat-but-defined stomach visible and hanging off of her shoulders, looking even better with her tight black jeans and that fantastic ass of hers I'd never fully appreciated. Suddenly I realized she'd stopped talking and was watching me looking her over. I reached a hand up and scratched the back of my neck. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment when I made eye contact with her.
"I'm gonna make you some tea." She said with a sly smile. "Drink this." She handed me a bottle of pepsi.
Smooth, I thought to myself, and sat down on the couch. I drank the pepsi with a couple hangover relief tablets. Within a few minutes she sat down beside me.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Head's better. Stomach's a touch queasy. Sorry for eyeing you up earlier."
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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/07/22(Sat)20:43 No. 25102 ID: ef02bd

Sorry it's been taking me a while to get back to this. Life comes at you fast. Sometimes wielding a shotgun and a copy of the Necronomicon.

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When I woke up it was sometime in late evening. I felt comfortable warmth against my side. Alice was curled up to me, her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. I could feel her rhythmic breathing. I felt some small sense of guilt. What we'd done was clearly illegal, but it was what we both wanted. I should have had more responsibility, maybe been more in the mindset of caretaker, but she was too damned beautiful and aggressive for me to keep up resistance for too long. Feeling the need for a post-coital and post-sleep piss, I stood up slowly, extricating myself from the blankets and Alice's slender limbs. I felt my breath catch as I looked down at her lying naked in my bed, her hair splayed out on the pillow, she looked even more breathtaking. Like a model from a Luis Royo painting. Perfection in the flesh. I heard her mumble something as I left the room.
By the time I'd returned I could hear music coming from her cellphone, quiet but very much audible.

"What did I say?
I've never felt this way before.
Is that what they say?
It's a defect in my core.
Oh I'm shutting down,
shutting down,
shutting down my brain.
I feel it now,
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Anonymous 17/07/23(Sun)01:08 No. 25103 ID: d68ed0

noice




Something I found long long ago..... ? Who Me ? 17/07/09(Sun)01:45 No. 25086 ID: ad2aa8 [Reply]

I didn't write this. Reposting as found. All rights to the author.

From georgebush@noway44.com Mon Apr 02 09:44:16 2001
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex,alt.binaries.stories.sexy,alt.sex.incest
Subject: Story: 'The Hotel Sauna'
From: "Warwick" <georgebush@noway44.com>
Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 13:44:16 GMT

Courtesy:
http://FamilyIncest.tv/index.html

The Hotel Sauna

This encounter involved me and my sister Rose while we attended my brothers
graduation in Winnipeg. He was graduating from law school and we were all
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?+Who+Me+? 17/07/09(Sun)12:18 No. 25088 ID: ad2aa8

Apologies for the formatting didn't remember it was multi-stories. Again these aren't my works. Next post will be better.




Anna the Teen Cum Dumpster Anonymous 16/08/25(Thu)22:30 No. 24638 ID: 54d384 [Reply]

I'm writing a story series, actually have been posting to gurochan for a few weeks but seems like it fits better here. Anyway, I will be updating regularly and would love to get feedback/comments.

Chapter 1: The Sleepover

“So how was your first date with Jason, Steph?” Anna asked her best friend.

“Yeah, did he make any moves on you?” Valerie added.

The three best friends were at Stephanie’s house for a sleepover, a tradition the girls tried to keep up at least once a month. Anna and Stephanie had been friends since elementary school, even though Anna was a year younger. Valerie became the third member of their group when she moved into Anna’s class 7th grade class last year. Even though Stephanie had graduated to high school, they still saw each other in the halls plenty since the middle and high schools occupied the same building.

“No. Well, we made out a bit during the movie. But after we went to his friend’s house to hang out like usual.”

Stephanie had a crush on the upper class boy since last October, and had been hanging out with his group of friends dropping hints all winter. She didn’t think she had a chance compared to the upper class girls, she was still in an awkward stage of puberty where those girls were all very developed. She stood head and shoulders taller than her two friends at 5’7”, but was still a little stocky with small A-cup breasts, and an ass she thought was too big. He had surprised her when he asked her to Prom, still months away, and was very nervous.

“I don’t know if he wanted more, we went back to his friend’s house after and hung out with the usual crowd.” Stephanie said, and Anna picked up on her tone.
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Nihi 16/10/18(Tue)00:49 No. 24749 ID: 9c9ebb

Great story, please continue writing, PLEASE!!


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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)20:09 No. 24772 ID: 2bab14

Awesome work dude, keep it up


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Anonymous 17/07/05(Wed)19:43 No. 25084 ID: 188b30

Loved this one, keep it going OP




Looking for a Zatanna story Anonymous 17/06/01(Thu)16:02 No. 25051 ID: ca27a2 [Reply]

I haven't ever read this story myself, but I saw it brought up in a different thread and am interested in finding it. Basically, it's a story about a boy who meets Zatanna (or a cosplayer thereof) at a convention and manages to get a private photo session. That's all I know and I would appreciate the help.


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Anonymous 17/06/11(Sun)01:12 No. 25060 ID: ca27a2

No, there's nothing over there. I have a feeling it might have been from wwoec. And that's since been purged so it probably doesn't exist anymore.


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Anonymous 17/06/20(Tue)12:02 No. 25067 ID: 9308f7

Oh yeah, I know where you can find it--the first post of the thread, actually. You know, the one that says:

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED.

Y'know, that ol' chestnut.


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Anonymous 17/07/05(Wed)19:39 No. 25082 ID: 2002e1

See, I had figured that was requests for people to write stories, not for finding them. My bad.




Warcraft XXX a dirty parody Bigbuddah 17/06/21(Wed)22:11 No. 25070 ID: c418d1 [Reply]

Preface:
Long time internet lurker here, deciding to change things for once

Having played wow for around 10 years and enjoying r34, I noticed that r34 of wow is very popular. It is pretty obvious why. Many of the female characters are blatantly designed at sex appeal, just look at Sylvanas! So, after a while, I decided to start writing erotic parodies of misadventures in wow, from both factions. I managed to write three of them, mostly well received elsewhere and I now intend to post them here, provided I can get myself together. I prefer standalone, short stories instead over-overarching legends, as I tend to lose focus and direction if they go on for too long. I intended to write maybe 5 of them, before resuming other activities. As previously mentioned, I have already three stories written, I just need to translate them into English before I can post them here. The ones I have written focus on an alliance pair, a female night elf and draenei and a horde pair, a female troll and blood elf telf. Both contain rape, as will the rest of them likely. I don’t intend to make major changes when translating, so, sorry if you dislike rape /elit/. The stories I intend to write as follows, involve a human captured by an ogre and an orc/troll captured and gets introduced to an alpha worgen in heat. Feel free to come with suggestions, ideas, criticism, etc. also, English is not my first language and new to post, so please excuse my shitty formatting and mistakes :D

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’Are fucking kidding me?’ Snarled Kaylea as the rain hammered down on her in the humid air of the marsh. It had been merely 4 months since she graduated from Dalaran academia and her luck had already run out. Due to an ample supply of angry orks, she had been chased through every ravine and hilltop in The Barrens and is if her misery was somehow supposed to be even greater, in a test to check how miserable a human could feel, she had now found herself stuck in Dustwallow Marsh- figuratively and literally. She had managed to find the odd-job in the ruins of Theramore isle from horny sailors and looters and had now found herself in a new predicament. In exchange for marching through the swamplands all day, killing eight-legged freaks and harvesting their fangs, she was to be given gold to buy herself a ticket aboard a ship that didn’t sink 500 yards on its voyage. Now, what did the hook-nosed goblin give her instead? I small, cross-shaped trinket

‘Ayyy, ya see human, this ain’t no normal amulet, this is a special magical trinket, handed down to my family for 7 generations! It is said whoever carries it shall be reborn upon death, good as new!’ The goblin leered.

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Rise of the Harem Nation HigherMoose 16/03/29(Tue)06:27 No. 24163 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Long time lurker, decided to take a stab at it.

Summary: Seth, a disrespected royal guard, and Dotan, a recently-freed, enigmatic, chauvinistic sex god, plot to overthrow their country that is ruled by beautiful but snobby goddesses. They ignite a war to enslave all the women of their world into harems for men's debauched pleasure. The more their forces enslave...the wilder they become, with brutal soldier brothels, personal sex slaves, enlarging harems, and breaking the will of the women they capture. Can they be stopped? What does Dotan really want?

Tags: LOTS OF sexual slavery, sexism, impregnation, body modification, mind control, rape, prostitution, corruption, gangbang.

SCENES OF: Anthro (transformed cow girl), anal, tit-fuck, threesomes, moresomes, magic, incest, torture, bondage, sadism, masochism, exhibitionism, humiliation, spanking, blowjobs, handjobs, rimming, toys, solo male, solo female, and probably more.

Be sure to leave a response if you read! It'll really brighten my day! Also, yes, I know I'm a sick fuck. Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 1

It was night time in the garden of Starminster Castle. The castle was where Goddess Zophiel, the chief goddess of the country of Atlea, ruled. All of those fancy names and regality didn’t stop the night guard from doing what he was doing. In the center of the massive garden was a statue of Zophiel. She was in all of her majestic glory, with her wings extended, striking a heroic pose, and a massive halo hanging above her head. What attracted the guard to the statue, however, was how little she was wearing. Only a single ribbon covered her nipples and the area between her legs. It was meant to show off her majestic body as a thing of beauty...but that wasn’t what the guard saw.
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Anonymous 16/12/28(Wed)19:12 No. 24858 ID: 9f2d95

Molto Bene


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HigherMoose 17/01/09(Mon)05:11 No. 24878 ID: b35c43

Guys, I'm working on the next chapter, but I just got to share something with you. I literally found THE song that embodies Dotan. It's Monster by Starset. Just listen and read the lyrics!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NID8mKimVk


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Non-Anonymous+ 17/06/21(Wed)03:52 No. 25069 ID: 94e4b9

While this isn't my usual glass of beer... I'm liking it. Looking forward to the next chapter, maybe a public display?




Erotica, request Something 17/06/19(Mon)03:58 No. 25064 ID: 63fbb2 [Reply]

Trying to find a story from the old xnxx.stories before they did the purge.

its called "Kimmy, my cumslut" by Doomcock

If anyone has it, please post. Thanks


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Anonymous 17/06/20(Tue)05:13 No. 25066 ID: ea20b4

Oh yeah, I know where you can find it--the first post of the thread, actually. You know, the one that says:

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED.

Y'know, that ol' chestnut.




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