A Boy and His Goblin m/F

Sulka sighed to herself, “To think that I’ve been reduced to this,” she thought.

She was sitting in a tree, scoping out a farm to raid.

“Raid, ha! Who am I kidding. I’m going to steal a chicken so I don’t starve,” she mumbled.

It was a nice farm, she had decided, at least as farms go. She had seen a number of them, and even led an actual raid on a plantation once.

She had watched long enough. Everyone was out in the field, or attending to other livestock. The chickens were unguarded.

Hop out of the tree, a quick dash, into the coop, grab a bird, snap goes the neck.

Out again, around the corner, over the bush, into the boy-
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My Loli Whore and Our Slut Mother

"Mommy slave! Where the fuck is my nasty whore mother and our little pet daughter? And why arent they waiting by the front door ass up and face down?," I'd just gotten home from a particularly shitty shift,and was in no mood for her to play games. Pet mommys don't get to play games. Pet mommys have games played with them. More fundamentally, Pet mommys don't get to do anything for them selves. They get things done to them.. And if this bitch that birthed me was one thing, it was my pet. . Well, I say pet because it brings to mind the collar and doggystyle and submissiveness, all of which definitely applied to mommy, but really she was lower than a pet. Lower than an animal. Completely and utterly, I owned her. She was my property. A dirty fucking piece of flesh for me to have my way with. Just like the little loli she'd made for me
But she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where she'd met me like the desperate dog she was every time I came home, for the past 8 years since I'd drugged, cajoled, and finally forced her into her New role. Though really, it wasn't at all new, and the only reason she'd fought me had been because she wanted to feel my force overcome her, roughly. She'd known she was destined to be nothing but a piece of fuckmeat since she was conscious of her pussy, and I think she suspected the reason I was born was to own her. Our daughters purpose had always been even clearer. Before she was born, even before she was a desperate, horny, twinkle in our pedo mommys eyes, she was fated to be property.
"Mother slu-!" I started to yell angrily again before I saw a note by the stairs.
" your mother and her cunt hole cannot apoligize enough for disobeying her sons standing order, but i wanted to surprise you with something I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy. We're upstairs in the bedroom, apologies for not welcoming you home but we're a little incapacitated ." Written in her elegant cursive, in red ink, it was signed with two dark purple lipstick stains, one much much smaller than the other. I smirked despite myself, I didn't mind her doing something on her own every now and again if it's purpose was solely to turn me on, and i had a feeling this would. Either way of course they would both have to be punished severely for disobeying.
I sprang upstairs, ripping my shirt off and unbuckling my belt. When I pushed open the door to the bedroom the three of us shared, I was not disappointed. Spread eagle, tightly tied, and wearing nothing but black nylon thigh highs, gloves, and cat ears, were my girls. Our whore mother was on her back with our daughter lying stomach down on top of her. Their pussys were perfectly aligned so I could rub i Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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"Mommy slave! Where the fuck is my pretty nasty whore mother and slutty little pet daughter? And why arent they waiting by the front door ass up and face down?" I'd just gotten home from a particularly shitty shift and was in no mood for her to play games. Pet mommys don't get to play games. Pet mommys have games played with them. Pet mommys don't get to do things. They get things done to them.. And if this bitch that birthed me was one thing absolutely, it was my pet. Completely and utterly, I owned her. Well, I say pet because it brings to mind the collar and doggystyle and submissiveness, all of which definitely applied to mommy, but really she was lower than a pet. Lower than an animal. She was my property, a dirty fucking piece of flesh for me to have my way with. But she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where she'd been everyday for the past 8 years since I'd drugged, cajoled, and finally forced her into her New role. Though really it wasn't that new, and the force she'd made me use had been because she wanted to see it. She'd known she was destined to be nothing but a piece of fuckmeat since she was conscious of her pussy, and I think she suspected the reason I was born was to own her. Our daughters purpose had always been even clearer. Before she was born, even before she was a desperate, horny twinkle in our pedo moms eyes, she was fated to be property.
"Ma-!" I started to yell angrily again before I saw a note by the stairs.
" your mother and her cunt hole cannot apoligize enough for disobeying her sons standing order, but i wanted to surprise you with something I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy. We're upstairs in the bedroom, apologies for not welcoming you home but we're a little incapicated." Written in her elegant cursive, in red ink, it was signed with two dark purple lipstick stains, one much much smaller than the other. I smirked despite myself, I didn't mind her doing something on her own every now and again if it's purpose was solely to turn me on, and i had a feeling this would. Either way of course they would both be punished severely for disobeying.
I sprang upstairs, ripping my shirt off and unbuckling my belt. When I pushed open the door to the bedroom the three of us shared, I was not disappointed. Spread eagle, tightly tied, and wearing nothing but nylon thigh highs, gloves, and cat ears, were my girls. Our whore mother was on her back with our daughter lying stomach down on top of her. Their pussys were perfectly aligned so I could rub against both at the same time, and our little girls face was centered right in between our mothers tits. Their mouths were forced open by large ring gags, and they both dripped huge quantities of drool. By the bed I saw two syringes, one about half full. A note under them read,
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I recently read two books that contained underage sex/desire, and found both fascinating.

The First was Tampa by Alissa Nutting, and the second was End of Alice by A.M Holmes. Both books are highly sexually graphic.

Tampa is about a young female teacher who is sexually attracted to fourteen year-old boys and will do anything in her power to seduce them.

End of Alice is narrated by a middle-aged pedophile who is serving a life sentence in prison. He receives correspondence from a 19-year-old girl who plans to seduce her 12-year-old neighbour. He encourages her and gives her tips on seducing children and delights in the girl's letters detailing her progress.

What I am looking for: A highly erotic book where the main plot is focused on underage sex and/or desire. The more graphic the better.

What I am definitely NOT looking for: Violence or child murder, a book about overcoming abuse or anything that is poorly written or reads like amateurish fan-fiction.

Other books I have read on this theme were Lolita, and books by Anais Nin. Lolita was well written, but obviously lacked any graphic sex scenes, while Anais Nin didn't really captivate me for some reason.

Books that seem to roughly match what I am after, but havent read yet i've listed below:
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Author's note: there's almost no description in this story. This is meant to be read somewhat like a transcript to a nature documentary. I know someone else on here was writing stories in a similar vein, I think it's an idea we have all had at one time or another, so I gave it a shot here.

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It is after school, in the evening. Inside the old school building, in the music hall, sounds of Where Discourse Goes To Die™ can be heard.

Here we have the beginnings of a contest, a duel for primal supremacy. Two alpha females, arguing over territory, posessions, and status. In this case, the territory and posession is an alpha male on the football team.

The blonde, Jill, stands tall, wiry, slender and feminine, has been dating and mating with this male for the past 6 months. She is a cheerleader, and is one of, possibly the, most desired girls in the school. Up until now, Jill has mated exclusively with the star quarterback, himself a high status male, both for the sexual pleasure he provides her, and the status it grants her. Jill now seems to believe that her mate is being unfaithful to her.

The challenger, Callie, is a recent transfer into this school system, having been there about 3 months. Callie is on the swim team, and is also a gymnast. Even though she is not as visibly popular as Jill, she poses something of an indirect threat to the cheergirl's popularity. At first glance, the two girls share similar body types, lean, muscular, athletic. Callie is maybe a half inch shorter than Jill, and it looks like Jill has slightly longer reach than Callie. But underneath their private school uniforms, another story is revealed. Callie has about 20% more muscle mass than Jill, gained from her time as a swimmer and a gymnast. Jill, while herself a marvel of fitness, maintains more fat around her hips, thighs, and abdomen. This trait makes her more visibly sexually attractive to the average male in her territory. But when compared to someone like Callie, who has similar endurance, strength, and agility, it could be a detrimental detraction.

The two girls are inches from each other now, shrieking and screaming, arms waving and gesticulating wildly. Each one has tried every physical display of anger and agression they know to get the other to back down, without actually engaging in a physical contest. The blood flow throughout their bodies has visibly increased, the proof of this can be seen in their flushed skin - while resting, both girls are usually pale. Now, their complexion is visibly pink, almost red.

The physical animations are to no avail. Jewlery has been removed, accesories have been discarded. Both girls have crossed over the verbal and social line, and now neither one can back down. Who will strike first.
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The children of St. Gregory have prepared themselves for this day. The barbarians have sacked the surrounding city, and now they come for the monastery and diocese. The children know that soon, Heaven awaits them, but first, the barbarians will beat and torture them, to try and get them to forsake their god. But the barbarians will fail: the faith of the children of St. Gregory is too strong, and nothing will make them forsake their god, nothing.

They are huddled in the church, praying, when the barbarians break in. Their swords drip with blood, and every step they take into the church leaves bloody footprints.

The children shudder, as the barbarian strolls towards the altar.

Finally, one of the children, a girl of about 9 or so, approaches the barbarian. Her faith steadies her shaky hands, and quivering voice, as she welcomes the barbarian to St. Gregory, and asks to pray for him.

The barbarians roar with laughter, and the children are stunned. They do not know if their plea has caused the barbarians to reconsider, if the holy spirit of God has filled these vile animals with forgiveness. The laughter continues for a minute or two, and the children find themselves nervously laughing along with them.

When it ceases, the barbarian asks the girl if she is the one in charge, to which she nods. He asks her her name. She replies that it is Alexandria. The barbarian then asks her if she believes in God. Alexandria nods yes again. The barbarian asks if she thinks there is anything that can make her forsake her God. With tears in her eyes, Alexandria shakes her head, knowing of the various tortures that await her.

Then the barbarian says something that shocks her. He points at the sun, halfway across the sky. He says that before the sun sets, that she will willingly defile the altar of God, and forsake him and the saints. With more defiance, Alexandria shakes her head - she knows that her and all of her friends have given themselves over to God, and fear no torture or death, either of themselves or of one another. There is nothing that can make her forsake her God.

The barbarian grasps her by her habit, ripping it off. With a deft stroke, he slits the rest of her clothing with his dagger, leaving the tiny blonde naked before the other children.
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Before we start, let me set expectations: this is just the first chapter- I have vague plans for continuing it, but I just started my first 'real' job, and have basically no time for writing at the moment. If you can't deal with not having moar immediately, pass this by.

Secondly, although I'm happy with it for what it is, I'd say this is almost an outline. It's short, the sex scenes are under detailed, etc. Sorry. My idea behind this was that I wanted to write, but I was having no ideas, so I thought I'd transcribe some h-manga into text form. I'll give the link out at the bottom.

Finally, I think this is my old tripcode. I doubt anyone will remember it, but whatever. It's been years.

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Mandragora Girl Under the PC

So. My buddies at high school told me I should post my experience here. I'll be honest, I'm not much for writing, so sorry if it's crap. Um, to get everyone on the same page, you've probably seen people on the internet claiming that monsters are appearing in the world again, right? That thing about the Mayan calendar 2012 nonsense, and all?

Well, it's not nonsense.

We just didn't understand it.
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I can't remember where I found this story and I'm hoping someone who has read it knows where it is, or something similar.

It started with a brother babysitting his younger sister, and is tired of her. It escalates when he tricks her into wearing his father's big "onaholed" teddy bear, his father comes home and the brother panics leaving his sister in his father's bedroom stuck in the bear. The father is drunk and doesn't realize stuff is moved in his room. He quickly just does his nightly ritual involving his big cock and the bear in bed. It feels way better than it should but he just fucks her for hours with his cock in her, even while passed out. The brother tries to retrieve her and (here is where my memory gets fuzzy) he ends up in the hallway with her still inside and something happens. Next thing I remember is the family dog mounts the teddy. (Fuzzy Memory) Then the daughter becomes sexually broken, slightly addicted to her father's cock, he figures it out and the family environment improves as a result.

Hey guys. I know I've been absent for a while now that I'm working on an actual book. For some reason my idea of writing Breaking Nancy isn't going so well. I just can't find the inspiration to write it. I have been tooling around with this story for fun when I need a break from writing an actual novel, but I know you guys will appreciate it.

Young Summer is about a twelve year old girl's first summer romance with the boy she always has a crush on. Unlike my other story this one is not pre-planned and will not be updated like the first one.

(Tags: HEA, Romance, Loli and wherever else this will go. Tags are for suckers anyway.)

Futanari Softcore Highschool Drama

I should have put on my condom. I was in a rush that morning, and was already out the door before I had realized my mistake. At that point I decided that I could brave the day without the protection. Now I was on the bus, with no condom between my sensitive dick and the tight, ribbed fabric of my cock sock. I should have worn a long skirt, fashion be damned. Still, I could take it. I wasn't like most girls, drooling my way through two, maybe three condoms a day. I could usually get by with just one, and not even toss it full when I changed after school. Maybe I'd need two if we had gym. Regardless, I kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed my missing article, as if they could see my penis in all its nakedness. Shifting in my seat, I tried to not let my vulnerability bother me. This train of thought was keeping me gently throbbing, which certainly wouldn't help. At least I had worn black socks, so maybe with careful management I could get through the day without anyone noticing.
I glanced across the aisle, and sitting a couple seats back from me was Brook, texting on her phone. Her forearm-sized penis was dangling below the seat between her legs, clad in a striped stocking. Brook was the embodiment of a ripe fruit, plump and dripping with juices. We hadn't even gotten to school, and already her condom was forming a bulbous protuberance at the end of her dick, slowly filling with fluid. I faced forward and smirked to myself. If she ever forgot her condom -excuse me, condoms-, she'd be spattering the floor in minutes.
The bus made another stop, and Michael stepped on. I self-consciously adjusted my penis as I saw him casually check me out. We locked eyes for just a moment before he started walking towards his seat, and I felt my heart flutter. I also felt a small drop of precum soak its way into the end of my sock. I sighed and rolled my eyes. This wasn't going to work.

I had made it through most of the day without incident. A few slow dribbles had been coaxed from my penis by a daydream involving Michael, his tongue, and my naked body, but otherwise my sock remained relatively dry. As I was pulling some books from my locker, I glanced across the hall and saw Braden forming a cage against the wall with his lean, muscular arms. Gazing up at him with wide eyes was meek and buxom Brook. I saw her dick started to fatten and twitch from beneath her pleated skirt, and she squeezed it between her thighs. Braden was known to be a bit of an animal, and all of the girls' dicks drooled for him. Trapped between him and the wall, Brook was practically pleading to be ravaged. I bit my lip in erotic sympathy as I saw Braden run a hand down Brook's face, then down her blouse, which was tented by her torpedo tits topped with obscenely erect nipples. I guess I wasn't the only braving the elements. She bit h Message too long. Click here to view the full text.