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Helping Move In Rachett 22/03/21(Mon)07:11 No. 27576 ID: ee046d [Reply]

Haven't been able to find a story quite like what I wanting to read, so I decided to write one. See if you like it.

(MF, M solo, MgFb, anal, implied incest.)

Brian crashed down on the couch, exhausted. He had just finished bringing in the last of the boxes from the u-haul into his dads new house, having spent the day helping him move in. The last load had been clearing out the storage unit his dad had kept most of his things(under Brian's name) in while he had been staying in a crap apartment during the divorce.
He had loaded and unloaded it all solo, his Dad having left early in the evening to go to the night shift he was covering for a coworker. He had told Brian not to worry about it, to just crash and take the night off to enjoy his first weekend of summer vacation from freshman year at college.
But he had done it anyway, he figured it would work as payment for his dad letting him crash here for free while he was out of school. It beat having to stay with Mom.
As he relaxed, he started thinking about what to do to entertain himself. He was too tired to think about going out, while the TV was set up, the cable and internet service wasnt going to be for another week.
So his usual private pastime of surfing the net for porn was out.
He did recall one of the boxes he hauled in had been labeled VCR though. The box was big enough that it had to also have tapes in it, and TV was old enough that it still had the right RCA connections.
Deciding some vintage movies and take out was good enough a prospect, he called in a pizza and went to unpack and peruse the nights options.
In the big box was about along with the slightly beat up old VCR was the usual assortment of uncased stacks of VHSs that accumulate in any household of a certain time, in a variety of genres, with peeling labels showing 80s action movies, kids cartoons, taped sport events and shows. Browsing through the top layer he decided on Predator as good nostalgic time waster.
By the time he had set things up the pizza had arrived, so he sat back and worked his way through too much pizza, and not enough action. He had forgotten how good a movie it was, in its own 80s way, that after finishing it and putting away the pizza he went back to the box to find out if the sequel was also in the cache.
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Ratchett 22/07/23(Sat)04:22 No. 27638 ID: cc17f6

Quick update, still plugging away at next part, but have too many directions I want to go and am having a hard time focusing on one.

In the meantime, what is some things you would like to see possibly happen going forward? No guarantee I could make it work, but it would be fun to see what you guys think.

Anonymous 22/07/23(Sat)16:02 No. 27639 ID: c945dd

Well Jessica has a daughter. Would be nice to see her introduce Brian to the daughter and have Brian teach the daughter about sex. Jessica watching him fuck her daughter approvingly and a mother daughter double blowjob would be cool.

Also sounds like the dad may have taken part in making some of his movies. Maybe Brian could watch one of the old movies with his dad in them, and maybe the dad still have connections to some of the film makers so he could make a few calls and have Brian make an appearance in a new movie?

Anonymous 22/07/28(Thu)02:39 No. 27640 ID: 395f9c


Lots of thoughts on this one. Really enjoying the combination of the events on film and his reactions watching them.

Will he find himself in any of them?

AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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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Shadow 22/03/23(Wed)04:56 No. 27577 ID: 850396

I'm aware that this may border on seeming obsessive, but I'm the sort that thinks of what to say long after the fact. And then the thought sticks in my head until I get it out.

Anyway, I wanted to mention that one of the reasons I enjoyed this one over the other Phil Phantom tributes was because this one did more showing and less telling. Your other PP tributes tend to have more telling, talking about sexual things in a matter of fact manner in the past tense (Reality Checks is a good example of this). Personally, that's not very sexy to me. Whereas with Countdown, I like that you take the time to expand on and show the key moments where Chloe takes another step in helping or watching her daughter become a sexual being (with one exception of a mentioned use of dildo for oral use). Examples of this being when she starts making the milkshakes, then gets Alice involved in making said shakes. You tell about Haley's own sexual exploits, but that's fine here because the focus isn't on her, but on what Charlie is trying to do with Alice. Again, a little bummed that we didn't get to be there for Alice's impregnation, but I appreciate what you took the time to show.

Anonymous 22/07/12(Tue)23:44 No. 27633 ID: c90a0e

It feels like it's been years since there's been any updates. Has the author quit?

Anonymous 22/07/16(Sat)06:29 No. 27635 ID: 059ccc

He's writing (slowly) like 15 different stories & finishing none of them on pomz livestreaming

San Francisco Wazzles !JUD7F1CtU. 14/08/06(Wed)19:22 No. 22193 ID: e633c7 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hello all.
I've written some short stories so I'll keep this short. It's a story about loving a dickgirl and the heartache and buttache that comes with it. It's my first longstory, it's slow. It's not done yet: I want the readers to pick a cool ending. I have about 6 chapters ready to go with a few more in the draft stages. If this thread dies I will make it clear. Hopefully that doesn't happen. If you find any typos, inconsistencies or fuckups please let me know.
Hope you enjoy.

global tags: herm on male, mf, femdom, futadom, reluctance, group, kinda romancey



I gulped. It was only a natural response, when something is clogging up your windpipe you have two choices - cough or swallow or suffocate. I can’t be blamed for picking the latter can I?
“Good boooy” she goaded, one hand on my throat, feeling my hyoid bone slide gooey contents down the tube. Her other hand brushed sweaty hair out of my eyes and tears from the side of my face. They weren’t tears of pain or sadness. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. I gasped for my first full lung of air since we started, now my throat was completely empty, if it weren’t for the sticky sides - the way it clung to the walls like fried eggs. Stop thinking about eggs I focused on her face, flushed and pleased. My eyes, only slightly defiant, stared up into hers through the dark. I could still see them glitter with satisfaction as they wandered past mine, over me to the other side of the room. Hidden under the blankets I couldn’t see what was happening there, even if I could hear it; gentle moans and heady grunts, two different voices. Bronte’s hand went from my throat to my chin and a single finger beckoned me up her body, my tongue dragging up her sweat lined skin. She giggled in response.
“You’re getting good” she claimed, pulling my body against hers once we were face to face, naked skin touching naked skin. She had a little smirk on her face that looked like ’I know you enjoy it’
She planted a kiss on my forehead and her hands roamed over my skin. “Roll over” gestured, pushing my hips slightly. I silently agreed and turned to my other side - little spoon. From here I could see where the noise was coming from -

“That’ll be you tomorrow” Bronte claimed, both her promise and my body.

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Anonymous 20/05/18(Mon)15:16 No. 26751 ID: 44aed1

Please and thank you.

DUDE Anonymous 20/07/18(Sat)21:08 No. 26882 ID: b2aa0c


Anonymous 22/07/05(Tue)03:40 No. 27626 ID: 2f4e5e

Is story kill?

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.



Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 20/12/13(Sun)01:16 No. 27094 ID: ef140c

Really liked this. Well done! Do you have any other world I could read not in this thread?

Anonymous 21/12/10(Fri)18:41 No. 27450 ID: 91bcf4

You sick fuck when are you writing more!?

Anonymous 22/07/03(Sun)06:33 No. 27625 ID: c0002b

I can't believe this thread is 11.5 years old. I remember jerking off to these stories so many times. So many fond memories in here. So many fucked up fantasies we're born here.

>tfw no loli daughter to never potty train so she always begs you to change her diapers and then fuck her.

A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]


James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 21/12/11(Sat)12:53 No. 27451 ID: b241e0

This is a great story and I am excited to read more

Dee 22/03/03(Thu)02:30 No. 27565 ID: cbc371


Jamie lay awake in his bed. It was close to midnight, but she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that day and over the course of the last few weeks. She’d been through so much and knowing that she’d soon have real breasts excited her. She’d even stopped thinking of herself as a boy. It would have made her hard, but the chastity cage restricted her cock uncomfortably.

Callista had given her some pointers on how to keep soft, but with her mind on all the cock she’d taken it was impossible. She really needed to cum.

Back in Callista’s office, she’d made Jamie cum just with her fingers massaging Jamie’s prostate for a few seconds. Could she do that to herself, she wondered?

She raised her eyebrows, looked up and slowly reached down, sliding her fingers under the waistband of her PJ pants. She felt the hard plastic cage locked over her cock and closed her eyes. Her finger slid over her smooth taint giving her a rush of pleasure that washed over her body.

She shivered as her middle finger found the base of her butt crack. Reaching further back she started to push two fingers between her cheeks, wiggling them back as she did until they found her asshole.

Jamie breathed out and began to put pressure on her hole, but found that it didn’t take much for them to push past her sphincter and slide in. Callista had gone knuckle deep in Jamie’s asshole, but with the angle Jamie couldn’t quite get back enough to reach her prostate.

She sighed, her cock aching in its cage, and pulled them out.
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Anonymous 22/06/24(Fri)18:28 No. 27621 ID: 6b9eb0

Thank you Dee ive been a fan for a long time

Romantic Sex Stories garcon53 22/06/13(Mon)12:42 No. 27616 ID: 4f44be [Reply]

Surely among the best erotic stories I've read are those of RomanticPornSites reviewed by https://romanticpornsites.com/

First Time Story Nomad 19/09/18(Wed)21:33 No. 26317 ID: eff46c [Reply]

This is a first-time story that is also my first time posting. I hope you enjoy it.

straight, teen, consensual, romantic, explicit sex


I was not a good gymnast, but I enjoyed being on the team because it was fun and it made me marginally "cooler". And of course, as a 16 year old boy, I enjoyed being around the female gymnasts who practiced every morning at the same time as the boys. Their petite bodies were lean and muscular, and the revealing outfits left little to the imagination. To me they were the pinnacle of sexiness, and I masturbated thinking about them frequently.

Even though I was short compared to most boys my age, I was in pretty good physical shape. And people sometimes complimented my hair. I like to think I was decent looking, but my appeal was diminished by low self esteem. I was a virgin. In fact I'd never really had a girlfriend. All of these girls I pined for were way out of my league, and I had never approached any girl who was "in my league" for fear of missing out on something better. How ignorant I was.

So I had become friendly with the girl's gymnastics team "trainer", Tara, who was a senior, one grade above me. She had been a good gymnast at one time, but a knee injury had taken her out of the sport. She helped the girls with equipment, spotting, and physical therapy. A side benefit to being friends with Tara was it put me in proximity to the other gymnast girls, and I had hoped maybe she'd even put in a good word for me.

Tara had never dressed provocatively like the most popular girls did. She always wore modest attire that was never tight or revealing. The exact details of her figure were a mystery, but she was in good shape, though no longer "athletic", and she had at least C-cup breasts.

Her skin was pale and she had straight dirty-blonde hair, full lips and round face. She wore glasses that covered blue eyes that looked like she must have had a Scandinavian heritage. Overall, she was average-to-pretty, at least 8 out of 10, and she exuded wholesome innocence.
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Nomad 19/09/23(Mon)14:41 No. 26341 ID: eff46c

Thanks. It's almost done. I will probably be posting it somewhere else that will allow me to make edits.

Nomad 19/10/01(Tue)21:59 No. 26388 ID: eff46c

Another story is now ready here:

Anonymous 22/05/08(Sun)21:46 No. 27604 ID: eff46c

Dear elit readers, this looks like a good place to share your first time stories.

Please, tell us about the first time you saw a naked woman, or got head, or laid in this thread.

Nicole Anonymous 17/03/26(Sun)23:08 No. 24958 ID: f4ad1f [Reply]

Was considering posting this elsewhere, but decided on here.


When I was five, my younger sister Nicole was born. There isn’t a lot I recall about that time, other than the excitement of meeting my younger sibling, my dad taking me to the toy store the night of the birth to pick out a stuffed animal for both myself, and my soon to be sibling.

Then, things got tense. It was a bit of a blur, but my mother became very protective of my newly born sister. I recall my father saying he just wanted her to have a normal life. Something my mother apparently didn’t take kindly to.

And, so here I was, helpless, five years old, listening to my parent’s argue almost constantly, and being very confused..

My mother was extremely protective of my sister. There were none of the usual things one would expect of siblings. Bathing together, naked frolicking, etc.

I didn’t really think anything of it. I just found her annoying, as anyone would a younger sibling who followed you around and tried to constantly get your attention. “Will, Will, Will.” she’d repeat annoyingly.

And then the divorce. And my father moved out. And I, as a stupid ten year old will do, stole and crashed my mother’s car because I’d decided I wanted to live with my dad despite the courts saying otherwise. I don’t think I made it a quarter mile. It was almost comical.
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Anonymous 17/04/14(Fri)22:05 No. 24995 ID: 845b31

How more please.

Anonymous 17/05/23(Tue)20:25 No. 25037 ID: f4ad1f

“Whatever this is, I want in.” I said, entering the room, naked, my dick standing at attention. I noted that both my mother and sister were still hard as a rock. These girls had stamina.

“Will, this is wrong. You’re my son.”

“You know I just caught you getting fucked by your own daughter, right? Who I fucked myself just under an hour ago?”

My mother’s eyes widened, glancing back to Nicole on the bed, who was now giggling hysterically. Her dick was leaking copious amounts of cum onto her stomach.

I just stepped forward and gave my mother a hug, our dicks touching and smearing my chest with her own cum in the process. “You know, Joanna was trans?” I asked as I glanced over my shoulder to my sister,who was still leaning back on the bed, her dick hard.

“No, I… uh...”

Nicole gave me a grin and a wink, and within an instant I’d spun my mother around, and kissed her deeply, our hard dicks still rubbing up against each other. My mother briefly resisted, but then pushed back with equal force. She grabbed my dick and guided me into her dripping pussy. I reciprocated by taking her throbbing erection in my hand and began gently stroking it.

A quick glance at Nicole showed she knew what my plan was, as she’d sufficiently lubed up her own cock.
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Anonymous 22/04/26(Tue)23:48 No. 27597 ID: c35f59

to boldly save what is almost completely lost

Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."


I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Anonymous 21/03/01(Mon)08:13 No. 27205 ID: 87a784

I hope there's an ending to this... it's not a perfect story but it's still a damn good one.

Anonymous 21/03/06(Sat)21:55 No. 27209 ID: 56b7be

whoa! well, hope to see something from you soon. agree with the guy above; even if it's not your favorite thing you've made, it's pretty solid.

Anonymous 22/04/24(Sun)15:41 No. 27594 ID: c3f643

One Final Chapter to wrap everything up... Please.

I've been waiting on this, and I've considered trying to write my own ending to this, just for my own satisfaction, but there's still too much unknown (Linoge motivation, what mood Soli wants to leave us with at the ending, etc.) So anything I come up with feels like it tarnishes the vision for the story...

Please Soli, send help.

The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Heya Uninvited 21/02/20(Sat)02:43 No. 27196 ID: 07701b

Ok, gonna finish this one.

Uninvited 21/02/20(Sat)02:45 No. 27197 ID: 07701b


Yup, still alive!

Silent 22/04/02(Sat)11:49 No. 27578 ID: 7dfd28

This inspires me. I've never tried writing as a hobby or as a creative outlet, but I do read a lot and I do care a great deal about stories, much the same as you. Maybe it's worth giving a try, just to see if it's something I enjoy or for which I have a talent. And who knows, maybe in a few months or a year I'll contribute to elit.

Enjoyable read here too. I'm a sucker for Celtic and Norse fiction in general. And that line, "One of my names is Andra. I would give it to you. For a time, I am yours," is a pretty decent hook, if ever I've read one. I do hope you finish this story eventually.

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