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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

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stories, Rewdius Dave 18/02/20(Tue)14:12 No. 25388 ID: 40bcf9

I would like to recieve Rewdius stories or get info. on where I can get them?

Thanks appreciate it.




READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

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Adios,
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Magic Marker Book Two: Indelible mg, Mg, mc, fg, bond, inc, Mdom, humil, + AnonyMPC 18/02/10(Sat)02:43 No. 25351 ID: a609fb [Reply]

This is a continuation of my Magic Marker story. You can read Book One at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/Magic_Marker_Book_One.html

The "Previously On, Magic Marker" version:

Twelve-year-old Susan found a magic marker on her way home from the swimming pool with her older brother Keith. As a joke, he wrote "smelly feet" on her, and she noticed her feet actually did smell... a smell which stopped when the mark wore off. This convinced her the marker really was magic, that everything written on someone with the marker became true... from "smelly feet", to the word "jerk" she wrote on her brother, to "super horny" which he wrote on her as a joke once he became a jerk. More marks followed, growing steadily more sexual, culimating in Keith turning Susan into his own personal fuck toy and making their parents have complete faith in him. Although she was thoroughly enjoying the incestuous sex, Susan had been counting on things returning to normal when "jerk" mark wore off his body, only to find he rewrote the mark on himself, because he liked who he'd become and what he'd gotten out of it.

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Oh, and this is the first thing I've posted that I wrote while livestreaming my writing, as such, there are some ideas or lines or outfits directly from viewers... I didn't keep track of who or what parts specifically, but I do owe a general acknowledgement.

Magic Marker, Book Two: Indelible (mg, Mg, mc, fg, bond, anal, inc, Mdom, humil, magic, oral, spank, toys)


Chapter One:

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Magic Marker Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Six AnonyMPC 18/02/23(Fri)13:59 No. 25402 ID: a609fb

Chapter Twenty-Six:

Gingerly, Susan reached for the magic marker, as though expecting he'd be a jerk and yank it away the moment she touched it, but soon it was in her shaking hand and she looked down and tried to figure out what the hell she was going to do.

She liked to imagine herself a writer before, but here, now, the words literally could change everything, at least about one person, at least for a short time. And the right words might make a bigger difference. If she wrote 'fuck toy' on Trish's shoulder it would be like telling Keith it was okay to make her one, maybe permanently, if he kept writing on her. Or she could write something embarrassing, disgusting, make Keith not interested in her anymore, or humiliate her.

Possibilities whirled through her head, not just of one mark, but several, things she could chain together to make Trish pay... pay for what, she didn't know, she didn't think the older girl actually did anything wrong, she was as much a victim as anyone else, but Susan was angry all the same, and with the marker, that anger could easily turn into a punishment.

Anger was wrong, she decided, even if it felt good. She had to think smart, write something that made Susan's life better, or give up and let Keith have another toy.

But nothing came to mind. It was hard to think strategically when your brother's girlfriend was trying to make you orgasm with her tongue between your legs, while you're craving a good fucking and some brotherly cum. She could vividly imagine the mean, humiliating things that she might make Trish do, but couldn't even think of one thing that might help, except maybe the word 'slut.'

That single word might make Trish fuck anyone who asked, and even Susan knew that could be a lot. She had strangers make lewd come-ons on the street and she was only twelve, imagine what Trish would get with a body like she had. Maybe, if she was a slut, she'd accept every offer and Keith would lose interest in her and stick to his personal fuck toy.

The marker dangled from her hand, and she uncapped it and leaned forward, looking for a good spot... on her shoulder, if she wanted to be kind, or on her forehead if she wanted to be sure people would ask her for sex. Her grip faltered. One might be kinder, but either would be mean. It probably wouldn't even make a difference, except to Trish. Guys liked porn stars, didn't they? Maybe Keith wouldn't care if Trish fucked the whole neighborhood.
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Magic Marker Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Seven AnonyMPC 18/02/23(Fri)20:05 No. 25403 ID: a609fb

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

True to his word, Keith did make sure Trish got another turn, when his erection returned later in the afternoon, midway through a bad sci-fi movie, they played some more, at first on the living room couch, and then moving upstairs into his bedroom before anyone finished. The afternoon passed in a blur of sex acts, both straight and lesbian, humiliating photos that Keith swore he was only taking as reference for art, light bondage, and several orgasms for everyone involved, until Mom called to warn Keith that she and Dad were coming home, and that was Trish's cue to exit.

Susan was supposed to be taking a shower to get the stink of threeway sex off her before their parents arrived, but she couldn't resist waiting at the top of the stairs and listening as Keith and Trish had a goodbye. "This is without a doubt, the craziest thing I've ever done," Trish said.

"You loved it." It was a smug declaration, not a question.

"Yeah, it was intense... just... I mean it was great, like, using your sister like that... it was so fucked up." Susan could hear the huge smile in Trish's face as she said 'fucked up.' "But, next time maybe you could leave her at home and we could just spend the day as... you know, just us? Like, maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure, maybe," Keith said, but that might as well have been an 'absolutely' from Susan's perspective. "I'll give you a call later tonight." This was followed by the sickening sound of a kiss, a long one, although she couldn't tell who started it, it made Susan rage nonetheless, particularly with how long it went on, longer than the cum-swapping kiss Keith made her and Trish do. She started down the hall to start her shower before she made herself sick when she heard Trish say, "I love you."

Immediately, she began to tiptoe back and try and hear her brother's response, but although she heard a mumble, whatever he said he kept his voice too low for Susan to make out. A few seconds later, they were both out the door to continue their goodbye, and Susan finally got into the shower.

Keith didn't bother to shower, figuring Mom already knew what they were up to, and Dad probably wouldn't notice or care if he was smelly. By the time Susan was done, there wasn't much time anyway, both their parents were home, and their life returned to the sham of normalcy that now existed mostly to protect Dad.
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Magic Marker Book Two, Chapter Twenty-Eight AnonyMPC 18/02/24(Sat)00:55 No. 25404 ID: a609fb

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

Keith and Susan didn't revisit their conversation in the kitchen again that night, and the rest of the evening passed in almost normalcy, given that normal now included her brother fucking her after dinner while their Mom played lookout to make sure their dad wasn't coming upstairs. He did at one point... not into their room but Mom frantically burst in and whispered that they shouldn't move, while Susan sat on her brother's lap in his computer chair with his cock up her ass, for the minute or so it took for Dad to find what he needed and go back downstairs. Afterwards, Mom came in to watch Keith finish, and only had to say, "You really should make her wear a gag every time."

Once that was done, Keith and Susan didn't talk much at all... she wasn't in much mood for talking, and he seemed pretty busy in conversations on his phone, even had it in his hand while he fucked her ass. No doubt talking mostly to Trish, although Susan never got to see any of the texts. The only thing he showed her was another weird selfie from Mom a few minutes after she left the room after watching him cum inside her. This one looked like she was biting down on her finger. Then he got wrapped up again in texts from someone else and Susan left for her own bedroom.

When Mom and Dad finally went to their new early bedtime to spend a few near-comatose hours, she was almost dreading her brother calling her to bed, not for the sleeping together which she enjoyed, but because she expected he'd try and ask her more uncomfortable questions that she couldn't lie about.

To her surprise, he didn't. He called her to bed of course, and made a show of putting the marker in the lock box this time, but he didn't ask her a single thing, and she wondered if maybe he regretted writing that last mark, or the things she said. People always said the truth hurts, and when you know something hurts, you usually try to avoid it.

The next morning, Susan woke up alone. Keith must have slipped out early sometime in the early morning while Susan slept in, a pillow over her eyes blocking out enough of the early-morning light so she hadn't roused earlier. And her sleep had been troubled by dreams about writing horrible things on Trish, and half-awake worries that she'd pissed her brother off.

A quick check of the clock once she finally sat up revealed that her parents were probably already gone, and she smelled bacon cooking downstairs, which she supposed solved the mystery of where Keith was. So she rolled out of his bed and walked naked back to her own room, where she chose a shirt that just barely covered her butt, and left without putting on panties... she would have gone completely naked, because she was starting to get super-horny again and Keith might be more likely to fuck her if she didn't wear anything Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


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My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)22:51 No. 25397 ID: ef02bd

Bit more of the set-up for the story coming in at this point.

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The day eventually came when I was to meet my daughter and welcome her into my home. I truly didn't know what to feel about things. It had been only a week since I recieved the news. I'd cleared my schedule for the next week in the hopes of getting to know her.
At least I had a cool car. A black Tesla Roadster I'd been given a deal on after doing some security work for them. Custom green leather interior and a crow with spread wings and ghost flames on the hood. It pays to know the right people.
It was in this car, heading towards Dublin, that I pulled up the picture they had emailed me of her. Short, black hair, huge hazel-green eyes. Heavy eyeliner. An elfin looking young teenager. Looked a lot like the kind of girls I used to hang around with in high school. She had her mother's nose and cheekbones, which made her look a little slavic.
I reached the airport, parked, and made my way to the terminal with a touchscreen tablet tucked under my arm. Certain I was in the right place, I stood across from the doors as the flight began to unload, holding the tablet up with "BREE FLANAGAN, CANADA" displayed in large bold letters.
As the flood of human bodies slowed to a trickle, she shyly and slowly emerged from the group, her hair mussed, eyes downcast, a pout on her face with a small ring peirced through her lower lip on the left. She wore a pair of low-rise black jeans and a white tshirt with "Lovely Creature" emblazoned across the front in script. I recognized it as a Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds shirt. I waved to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. She crossed over to me.
"Hullo, Bree. I...I guess I'm your father. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances..." I started, awkward as can be.
She wrapped her arms around my waist and started sobbing immediately. My brain froze. I've never known what to do when women cry. I simply wrapped my arms around her and tried not to cry myself!
After a moment I heard her slight maritime accented voice say in between sobs "You look just like your picture...with more hair."
I couldn't help it. I snorted and started laughing. She stared up at me for a moment and started laughing along with me, wiping the tears and smeared eyeliner from her face. I hugged her tightly and asked if she was hungry after her flight. She was. I took her suitcase from the baggage claim after she pointed it out to me, and she hugged my arm to her as if afraid I'd bolt. She pulled up a picture on her phone of her mother and I shortly after afghanistan. My hair had been just starting to grow in a little more. The scar from the battle the night before I'd met Tara was still ragged in that photo.
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Anonymous 18/02/23(Fri)01:51 No. 25398 ID: 0cf92e

tags?


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IrishDevil+!!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/23(Fri)05:48 No. 25401 ID: ef02bd

>>25398
Mf, incest, goth, teen




A Final Promise The Bard 17/12/08(Fri)06:38 No. 25211 ID: 8a3dce [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f


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The+Bard 18/02/20(Tue)02:35 No. 25384 ID: a5e7e4

Ready for the 18th Chapter? Of course you are. Here you go:

(Mika)

He filled me, every inch of his dick reached deep into my core. Oh, David! I loved him more than anything in the world. Every thrust pushed me against the metal of the dock, and the pain that the bite of the dock was only matched by the pleasure of being fucked by the man I loved. It only made me want more. It opened up a part of me that I didn’t even know was there, a part that wanted to be bit, scratched and marked up in our love making.

“David, harder! I want it rough! I want to never forget this feeling!”

My pleading unleashed something inside him, a wild animal that filled me with lust, and a little bit of fear. His eyes darkened, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “As you wish, Mika.”

Before I knew what was going on, I was flipped around onto my hands and knees. The metal dug into my hands and I could feel him behind me. Suddenly, he grabbed the base of my hair, just above my neck, and pushed me down so that my cheek pressed into the dock, and he was in me again, filling me all the way and bottoming out.

Ah! I cried out as he began to move. I could feel him stretching me as he slammed down into my pussy, his skin slapping against my ass. It made me feel dirty. So dirty, and yet so loved. “Ah! Fuck me, David! Make me yours, forever!” I was desperate, pleading, I wanted him to lose himself just like I was lost in him.

“Jesus! Mika, you are so perfect!” His hand came down and slapped my ass, making me tighten at the sudden shock of pain. It made me so wet. He pulled out of me, and before I could protest, he turned me over and pulled me into his lap. I was face to face with my David, my sexy, beautiful man. His eyes sparkled and he pushed into me in just the right way. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my chest as his hands forced my hips to ride his dick, stimulating all the right spots inside and out.
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The+Bard 18/02/22(Thu)02:03 No. 25390 ID: 1d989d

Next chapter coming out tomorrow.


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The+Bard 18/02/23(Fri)02:05 No. 25399 ID: fc5b70

Next Chapter:

(David)

I couldn’t remember how long it’s been. The sun out of Mika’s room came up and set, only to come up again. Doctor Banson was a kind, elderly man, and thankfully aware of our situation. He listed me as a relative, allowing me to stay by her side after visiting hours. I’m grateful for it, because it would have been really inconvenient for them to try to remove me. I made Mika a promise, and I was going to keep that promise no matter what. I was no longer her husband, at least legally, but I was still the man she married, and that has to count for something.

They checked on her recently. She has a concussion and there was some swelling in her brain, but she is stable and they tell me she is going to wake up anytime now. “It just takes time for the body to do what it needs to get better.” That’s what the nurse said the last time she was in to check on Mika’s vitals. I wanted to believe that, but seeing her, paler than I have ever seen her, and the bright fire of her hair muted, makes my mind slip to darker thoughts that I push away immediately. When the nurse leaves I return to my vigil, sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed and holding her hand so that she can feel me next to her, so that she can have a way to come back to me.

“Mr. Simmons?”

I looked up, and there was the police officer that questioned me at the gas station. She was an African-American woman with dark eyes that looked like they have seen way too much of the world. I guessed she was a soldier before she was a police officer. I remembered the work my Dad did with Veterans Charities and everyone I met there had the same look, the same eyes. This time there was another person with her. An older man with a tailored suit and a briefcase that said “Lawyer” louder than if it was emblazoned in neon on his forehead.

“Hello, Detective,” I replied with little enthusiasm in my voice.

“This is the assistant DA. We want to talk to you about the incident.”
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Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 18/02/06(Tue)00:40 No. 25342 ID: 5b50a8

bump


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Anonymous 18/02/07(Wed)00:10 No. 25346 ID: c9d098

So I'm the only one that got the gorram comment. River Tam and Kaylee Frye. Yep. Oh and reavers too.
Thanks I read through this in a couple of days. Outstanding story. Ill be back.


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Anonymous 18/02/22(Thu)11:46 No. 25394 ID: d6eb35

Update when? Come on OP.




AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.


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IonIan 18/02/05(Mon)10:52 No. 25341 ID: 30501b

You sir, are a legend. Many, many thanks for this story, and I cannot wait to read MM2. Glad to have you back!


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Anonymous 18/02/06(Tue)09:44 No. 25345 ID: 7f188a

As a lawyer, I've read international arbitration documents that were simpler and less convoluted than the explanation of why Peyton had to fuck the dog.


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Anonymous 18/02/09(Fri)22:33 No. 25350 ID: 57fd4b

great tribute as always. you really capture his style. please consider doing a rachael ross tribute, as well.. I think you'd be quite capable of emulating her unique style.




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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Anonymous 17/09/12(Tue)19:02 No. 25142 ID: 9e6dc0

anyone know if this author is still posting anywhere else on the internet?


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Anonymous 17/09/16(Sat)09:34 No. 25146 ID: 3ce23c

Here:
https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=15949428


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sisters forcing brother 2 eat shit Jay Proctor 18/02/04(Sun)04:37 No. 25334 ID: 6ba0dd

I have a strong scat fetish and a even stronger sister feeding me her shit day in and day out.




iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/11/27(Fri)20:10 No. 24014 ID: 38e867

AnonyMPC the asstr captcha system isn't working so i'll tell you here (sorry it's not actually commentary on the work, love it but don't want to spoil and it's sage'd) but danoume's hentaifoundry was hit so the image links for Magic Marker, Tiger by the Tail, and Gauntlet: Karen's Tale no longer work. The only site I've seen with them is exhentai so they're not so easily linkable now.


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Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:11 No. 25304 ID: e4b79b

>>24014
Where are they on exhentai? Quick searches yielded nothing.


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Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:45 No. 25305 ID: 4b5709

>>25304

That post is from 2015. They're probably gone now. They were shitty anyway.




Leap of Faith NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:31 No. 24495 ID: 8a8a53 [Reply]

First off. This is a repost of a story posted on /elit/ back in 2010 and updated last in 2012. You can find a link to the original archived thread here:
https://web.archive.org/web/20130917094523/http://7chan.org/elit/res/10610.html
This is a repost without permission, but not for lack of trying. I contacted the original author (Fluffins) through e-mail four days ago and haven't gotten any response. Maybe this will bring about a reappearance? I can only hope as much.

Below is the original text of the story, formatted identically to how it was originally posted.



First time writer here, r&r, plzkthx.
Contains: All futa, All underage
(remember, boys and girls, pedophilia is illegal in the US, only fap to it, never do it IRL)

Nov. 12, 2010.
Hi, My name is Faith Woods, I’m 14 years old, shoulder-length straight red hair, still-growing B cup breasts, perfect 6.5:1 hip:waist ratio (I’m kind of a math nerd), I'm 5 feet tall with a healthy does of freckles, and I’m not a normal girl. I mean, I try to be normal. I go to a regular middle school, have normal friends and a totally normal family… it’s me that isn’t totally normal. And hell, I didn’t even know I was abnormal ‘till about a week ago.
See, last Wednesday night, I grew a dick.
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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:42 No. 24509 ID: 8a8a53

Short little prelude chapter, just to keep you boys on the edge of your seats ;)


Two hours later, I awoke to a very odd experience. My alarm hadn’t gone off, though a quick glance over to my nightstand told me I hadn’t overslept, this, however, was not my first concern. I was a bit more preoccupied with the tongue sliding down my throat and the hand caressing my cock through my sheets. I’m not complaining or anything; I quickly recognized it as Hope, and I sank softly into her lips, wrapping my own tongue around hers, holding tight, I moaned gently into her mouth, she squeezed tight on my dick and pulled away, saliva stringing between our pouting lower lips.
“what a way to wake up~” I giggled softly.
“I thought you’d like it.” my big sister smiled sweetly at me and grabbed my hand, lifting me up so she could cradle my body in her arms and kiss me again. “did you enjoy the show last night?” I blushed at her blatant statement
“h-how did you know?”
“you painted the walls outside my room, silly. It makes it so much hotter to know you were watching me and mom get it on like that.” she kissed me again, “mom’s washing my sheets now while breakfast cooks, come on!” she giggled and pulled me out of bed, I nearly fell as she pulled me swiftly to my feet, she let me swing forward and I nearly screamed as I felt myself falling before her arm caught me gently behind the back and lowered me into a dip, as if we were dancing. I panted heavily, my heart pounding, she just smiled and winked at me, lifting me up into yet another sensual kiss. I moaned as she held me tight, my arms folded up to my chest, held between our breasts as she kissed me. I felt my cock going hard and lifting up from where it spilled out over the waistband of my panties. As my cock rose, it rubbed along Hope’s, which was doing the same.
“j-j-just let me…” I broke our kiss and turned around, about to open the drawer, when my sister’s strong arms wrapped around my bare waist, pulling me back,
“but mom is so eager to see your dick~” she said, gliding a finger across the tip of my pole, it twitched in response to her touch, “Cherry’s gone for the rest of the week, remember? It’s just us three here” she wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick, I hadn’t even bothered to control the size, so Hope pinched at the base and shook her hand up and down, causing all fourteen inches of my member to wobble up and down, “come on, you don’t need any clothes.”
I walked into the kitchen blushing profusely, my enormous member sticking straight up, wobbling with every step, it wasn’t even as big as Hope’s, who had gone before me, but I was still nervous, I felt exposed, unprotected as I stepped forward to see my mother, wearing nothing save for a chef’s apron, standing over a pan on the stove. As I came in, she looked over at me, and I saw her nipples immediately going hard u Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:47 No. 24510 ID: 8a8a53

[NGT again. Nine months passed between the previous post and this one. Shortly after the previous post, Fluffins mentioned having writer's block with this particular story, posted an email, and said that they'd consider handing the story off to someone else for a time, or even for good. I do not know if anyone applied, since Fluffins updated later on anyways.
Prior to this, Fluffins reappeared in another thread posting an RP log featuring the character of Faith. I replied to that thread asking if it was canon to Leap of Faith, and a couple of days later, this was posted. It's also the last update, but the thread was bumped for a year and a half before it ever 404'ed.]

oh look, it's this guy again....
[cuminflation] probably should have been applied about 2 chapters ago, but eh. it's not too severe.

enjoy.

And so... I fucked my mom.
I mean, what do you do when you've got a raging 14 inch hardon and a big, curvy woman gets on her hands and knees and pushes her glorious ass out towards you? I placed a tentative hand into the pale, soft flesh, feeling it give under my fingers, I gripped at my mom's juicy cheeks, gulping and sweating in both fear and anticipation. Her slit was obviously hungry; it slavered like a starved dog, dripping down her thighs, making them slick and wet, pooling into a glistening little puddle on the floor. I heard her panting, breath shuddering in ragged gasps out of her lips, she looked back. I think it was just the idea that her 14 year old daughter was about to fuck her senseless than anything that was making her horny; my dick could have been 2 inches and she still would have gotten off.
All the better for her: my dick isn't 2 inches. My head slipped into her hole effortlessly. I felt the tight walls clench over the big, fat, purple tip of my erection, and my rod just kept slipping in. deeper and deeper; her cunt was totally bottomless! I ran balls deep into her with no trouble, and yet those walls still pulsed and gripped tight at my shaft the whole time. She had so much control, my mother actually sent waves; rolling ripples of pressure down her pink canal, sucking me in with this constant current, I couldn't manage to pull my hips back but a few inches before her cunt sucked me in again, slapping my hips into hers, sending a ripple down her ass and ejecting a moan or a 'fuck~' from her lips.
I closed my eyes, breath hissing in deep gasps as I fucked her little cunt almost involuntarily. Suddenly, there was a presence at my back; hands on my shoulders, I felt the warmth of my big sister's breasts pressing on my shoulderblades, the burning, pulsing heat of her cock rubbed along my spine teasingly from behind. The trickle of her breath down my ear was hot and tingly, and sent a chill down my back, 'nnhhh~' I couldn't keep myself from moaning.
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Anonymous 18/01/17(Wed)20:11 No. 25299 ID: d7118b

well that was good.

It's a shame it didn't get any further before the author disappeared.




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