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Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.
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Anonymous 14/07/13(Sun)07:01 No. 22065 ID: c24e04

My guess? Marcus is actually the main character


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Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead


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Anonymous 15/08/09(Sun)00:02 No. 23793 ID: 2b5c78

Yes nigga, OP is dead.




Crime Fighter The Pillowcage 15/08/01(Sat)03:44 No. 23782 ID: 11fdd1 [Reply]

Diamond City was the forerunner for scientific advancements in the early age, bringing about cures and genetic augmentations, ushering in a bright future. Though, very quickly did these ideals of a bright future was blotted out by the dark cloud of chaos and destruction.

With the aspect of genome altering medicine and medical procedures, came a new kind of criminal. Criminals that were stronger, faster, smarter, and even more deadlier. Men and women whose DNA was manipulated and mutated, gaining ungodly powers and using these powers for their own gain and amusement.

To counter this, the DCSD was formed. The Diamond City Super Division was made to combat the new superhuman menace, comprised of other superpowered individuals who were trained to fight the new threat.

Incredibly and superpowered fights were commonplace in the streets of Diamond City, so much that many of the news stations of the city have created segments on their channels showcasing these fights, and even most places started taking advantage of the frequent fighting to even create a form of gambling from them, betting on various heroes and villains to see who would get up on top.

The gambling, though viewed as highly unethical in the beginning, actually proved to not only boost the city’s profits and revenue, but has greatly increased revenue from tourism people came to the city not only to take in it’s large and beautiful splendour, but to see if they can’t get rich fast by betting on the right hero or villain.

Because of the increase in income by the betting and tourists, most of the DCSD heroes and the criminals of the city were even contacted by city officials, even becoming contractually obligated to cause some trouble or try to save the day on government funds.

Heroes and villains being paid to fight, being paid when they win or lose. It all quickly became a sort of special fighting league, one that was kept hidden by the civilians of the city, but one that was caught on pretty quickly by local authorities and news crew.

It was like betting on boxers, except like boxing or anything other fighting league, this one had no rules.
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Anonymous 15/08/05(Wed)10:58 No. 23791 ID: 6dc048

That was pretty crazy but pretty good.




The Tardy Slip Anonymous 15/08/03(Mon)17:59 No. 23788 ID: 3344b8 [Reply]

tags: exhibitionism, embarrassment, softcore, puns

I thought of this silly but strangely hot idea back when I was still in high school and wrote the story in an afternoon. Just a very short, lighthearted little exhibitionism fantasy about a high school girl.

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Ashley's elbows swung wildly, hands gripping the straps of the backpack as it bounced violently against her shoulderblades. Her skin was hot, hair stuck to her forhead and undershirt glued to her body. Her breath came in desperate, ad hoc bursts. It didn't feel like running, it felt like horizontal falling, legs flailing in a vaguely running-like pattern that seemed to propel her forward. She stumbled to a stop as she reached the school gate. Which was closed.

She caught her hands on her knees and gulped sweet oxygen, glaring at the gate through the fringe that was now tossed and sweaty for nothing.

BZZZT. A bored voice crackled through the intercom, "Yeah?".

"Could you open the gate, please?" Ashley panted. A burst of white noise as the operator sighed into the mic.

"Get a tardy slip on your way in." he said. She almost considered turning around and skipping class right there and then. But the gate rumbled open and she made her way to the office, trudging along as slowly as she could to give herself time to cool off. She felt her cheeks warm and red from the jog over. She tried to count how many tardies she'd had that semester - was it two? Three? Please, she thought, don't let this be the third. Maybe if it was, they'd forget. She'd reached the hall outside the office.
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Anonymous 15/08/05(Wed)10:57 No. 23790 ID: 6dc048

that was great. Definitely need the next part




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

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

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

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

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

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

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

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

>>23769

Don't assume things butt-munch.


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

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


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

>>23786

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

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




My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)
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Anonymous 15/05/30(Sat)08:51 No. 23618 ID: a5fcdc

it's sad to see such a great story die


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teasing Tim 15/07/20(Mon)17:54 No. 23745 ID: 8138a8

The last line written thus far is "Teasing me isn’t nice.” I refuse to let this thread die like that.


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Anonymous 15/07/29(Wed)02:47 No. 23777 ID: def664

It's been months. But for some reason i still have hope this this will be continued.




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 15/01/28(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!


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Anonymous 15/07/22(Wed)11:50 No. 23756 ID: 0d3527

>>16705
>>16705
Where can I find your previous stories?




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

awesome.


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

Fucking bump




The Tape Tunderhill 15/04/11(Sat)23:27 No. 23465 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply]

Summary: Summer, a girl in high school, has the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend. One day, she receives a DVD in the mail. On it is her boyfriend dressed as girl and at the mercy of five horny men. Instead of being disgusted...Summer is aroused and gets off. She keeps receiving tapes, but what is happening on them is escalating...and her boyfriend begins to change.

Contains: M/M/M/M/M, M/M, forced feminization, cosplay, mind-break, drugs toys, rape, anal, creampie, domination/submission, crossdressing, prostitution, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sadism, bondage, masochism, male solo, female solo, (later) M/F

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? WHY DID I WRITE THIS!? WHY DID I THINK OF THIS!? Probably because I'm a sick fuck. Well, while I'm still not in prison, you guys can enjoy this.

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Chapter 1

Summer, a teenage girl, was sitting on a blanket in the park. It was a lovely day for a picnic. The birds were chirping and sun was bright. A pleasant breeze blew around her, making Summer sniff at the warm air. She smiled and sighed back out. Most teenagers her age were discontent, angry, and unhappy. She was the opposite. She was perfectly content. She had parents that let her be free, she made good grades, she had friends who adored her, and she had a boyfriend who was sensitive, nice, and liked the things she liked. Her life was perfect, almost in every way. She just sat back and enjoyed it all.

“Sorry about that!” said a gentle voice behind her. Summer turned and grinned.

“It's alright Adam, I don't mind.” she said. Her boyfriend Adam sat beside her on the blanket. Summer and Adam, along with Adam's older brother, had met each other on the first day of elementary school. They had been inseparable since. Adam wasn't the stud of the school, far from it. He was small, but very handsome. He had soft, curling hair, fair skin and pretty blue eyes. Some of the other girls at school thought he had that boy-band look. It didn't matter what they thought however. Adam and Summer had always had a thing for each other, even from an early age. They liked the exact same things. They had the same taste in clothes, art, and music. The other guys might make fun of him for not being the manliest of men, but he was just perfect for Summer.
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Anonymous 15/05/18(Mon)01:23 No. 23580 ID: 73795e

>>23576
Forgive me. I wanted to say what if those bastards that blackmailed and beats Adam and Brian will forced Adam/Amy to go hooking outside, in the dark criminal district of the city full of drugs and prostitutes. What if in this part will be no tape, Summer will face with Amy by accident in the street, will follow her to the hookers place where Amy will prostitute herself. Poor Amy will acting like white trash whore, because this will be only way to save Brian life, bastards will kill Brian if Amy will not do that they want.


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Tunderhill 15/05/20(Wed)04:15 No. 23585 ID: 62b1d7

>>23580

That is actually a really good idea. I wish I had thought of it. However, I have this story planned out already. This entire story is set up to have an unexpected twist (unexpected ending). I like your idea, and I may do something like it in the future. I appreciate you reading this.


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Anonymous 15/07/18(Sat)06:37 No. 23743 ID: 7fa804

Bump!




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

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
chapter one. Tell me what you think.


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Thank you Lickit 15/04/22(Wed)02:21 No. 23490 ID: 1310ed

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


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

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


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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her parents were dead.

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

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

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

>>23712

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


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

Both of them are great.

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

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




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