Does no one know the name of this story? or where i can read it?

It sounds vaguely familiar but I've got no leads for you! The boards been erased quite a few times and I think a lot of folks who use to post here got feed up with it. So, your quest maybe falling on deaf ears, because anyone who could point you in the right direction may not even bother coming here anymore.

The best I can suggest, is leave a post over on 7chan, for the same story and that you read it here. Most who post here, post there and on a couple of other sites like ASSTR, Literotica and Nifty. They maybe able to give you, at the least, a title. Plus, they archive the hell out of their elit.

Good luck!

If you make any progress, I hope you'll come back and drop a link off. I most likely will be wanting to read that again! Incest meets my interest!

Well, woke up this morning and decided I was going to take a trip over to 7chan only to find out that their illustrious archive is dead and gone! Sucks to hear about this but you may still get the answers you want. Follow the directions to request and queries and you should be OK!

I suck at proof reading so I will just leave you with this comment. Keep writing as I look forward to see what else you can do. It was a good short story to get the blood flowing.

In a town called Rown, nestled in a decomposing chair, amongst a heap of trash, a girl named Hannah watched the world go by. Behind her like a cancerous lump sat the Dixie, a rotted motel. The white paint that covered its bricks were chipped and slightly singed at the edges from a bomb fire that occurred half a century ago, the vacancy sign, was fragmented, and hung from one hinge precariously. She and her mother lived in room 206 on the second floor, the furthest room from the main office. The proprietor didn’t want to hear the strange noises Hannah's washed up ex-gypsy mother made late in to the night.

It wasn't the first seedy motel they had resided in and she doubted it would be the last. Alone the Dixie appeared to be a shit hole but amongst the other structures of the charred decomposed town it blended in easily with the austere scenery. Down the road the other buildings looked no better, a few blocks west sat a timeworn shoe factory, long forsaken and crumbling to the ground, others were only rust enclosed skeletons of the old world that no one ever thought to repair or clean up.

While she sat in the company of discarded cups, furniture, and dirt caked clothing, Hannah watched with vaguely too large eyes that held too much intensity and interest as people passed by the ancient sickly buildings and worn-out yellow-brown sky. Seemingly no one noticed the rapt youngster with a wild nest of curls whipping about her pallid, sad face, her tiny scar etched arms and legs sticking out awkwardly from her thrift store, six sizes too large clothing, that watched them all pass by. They all tried not to see her skinny limbs, how her eyes held a great amount of desperation or how hard she shivered when a breeze blew past.

Though those people didn't matter much to her, no her focus was mainly over their heads, beyond the charred mountains of rubble and iron to the sky, straining to see something she felt lay just beyond her sight, but things some of the people did on occasion caught her attention. A bald man with stick thin arms walking a mop of a dog tip toed passed with a look of quiet panic, a woman whose body type could only be described as a sack filled with mashed potatoes wore a gargantuan red and yellow spotted dress seemingly designed to highlight her obesity drudged by with a scowl that dragged down her cheeks to touch her chin, the dress in its vividness tempted Hannah greatly to reach out and touch, a tiny pale hand with cold pinked knuckles uncurled in her lap but did not move past her own personal bubble.

Leaves skittered by on a light breeze and chill seeped through her loose, thin clothing, teasing her small pink nipples and making her squirm. Above her a bird flew, seizing her attention immediately, it was chasing what she assumed was a bug, she squinted up at the scene, the bird suddenly caught its prize and took a sharp turn to bring the tid bit back to its babies. For a moment her mind went to her own mother, but she quickly shook her head, dismissed the thought and put her focus back on the sky and the things just out of her vision.

Walking down the street engulfed in his own musical world, a teenage boy with skin the color of coal and comically droopy pants bobbed his head to some song that radiated from his headphones, as he walked his hips seemed to tilt back as if he were sitting on an invisible chair. His hair was lighter than hers, nearly yellow and clumped in too long, thick dreadlocks that swung in the air as his head moved to the beat As his head moved she thought she saw something strange, the tips of his ears seemed pointed and too high on his head, but no...She shook her head that would be silly. Dismissing the oddity she observed him further with curious eyes. Sensing her gaze he turned, checked her out and threw her a wicked, oddly pointy toothed grin and winked as if they were in on the same joke, then, not missing a beat, walked off again.

Nervously she smiled back, but too late for him to see. Across the street another boy watched this exchange with a twinge of jealousy and not without some effort on his part, caught her eye. Tall, wiry and filled with a sense of cool arrogance that only teenage boys seem to be able to master, he leaned against a brick building, a joint in his mouth. His loose clothing draped over him, but unlike the way Hannah's hung off her body, his were noticeably the wrong size on purpose. A few inches of his stomach were exposed, his hips shaped clearly in a v, highlighted by a light happy trail.

The hood of his jacket fell back, revealing his thick barbed wire curly brown hair and sarcastic smirk. She wasn't sure but she thought his name was Jallob...one of the towns many drug dealers, not a big time one, not like Carl or Jun, two of her mother’s favorite people, not just a pot dealer. Something set him apart from the other residents of the town in her mind though, he seemed...healthier, still cold toned and pale, but less hungry looking, more awake, like the affluent people who on very exceptional occasions would pass through in their nice cars restored like new from the old world, their children in the back seats, noses pressed against the glass taking in the gloom with confused or apathetic eyes.

“Less dead” something whispered in to her ear. Startled she turned both ways but found no one near her. His face was like hers, she noted, eyes too big and alert, the rest of his features angular and dainty and always somewhat mischievous looking, his smile was slightly too wide for comfort, she wondered why he was grinning so wide before she realized his too big eyes were on hers.

Without thinking she almost met his gaze, but swiftly averted her eyes before it could happen. She felt ashamed and stupid for forgetting and she had almost caused it again, the searing pain that occurred whenever her gaze met someone else's. A gift her mother called it, the ability to read others thoughts, no matter how weak the connection, or the tradeoff. As with any sort of magics there had to be a repercussion, in Hannah's case the trade was not balanced, she had to make eye contact and she only received passing thoughts, in exchange both parties endured great pain.

She couldn't control it and anyone who she happened to meet eyes with for more than a few moments was struck by an overwhelming pain and left on their knees, crippled by shock and crying out to their respective gods, the pain she felt was worse but she was somewhat used to it after so many years but still avoided it...if she could. The boy smiled at what he mistook for coyness, the burning red on her cheeks from disappointment in herself taken for shyness. His eyes took in her sweet face with large eyes and pouty full lips. With uncommon enthusiasm and friendliness, he gestured for her to come to him. She shook her head no, eyes on his shirt, he grinned impossibly wider at her distrust while determinedly signaling her with a wave.

“Come on.” He mouthed. She sighed, this boy just won't give up, will he, she relented and stood from her seat on to tired legs and crossed the street, her worn down boots striding over the bumpy coarse surface of the concrete, avoiding the large holes and cracks that gave the street the appearance of a puzzle.

“Yes?” Confused and mildly annoyed, she stood before him, feet set apart at shoulder width, her hands on her hips. She had to tilt her head back to glare at him, it was cute, he could see down her shirt because it was so loose, she didn’t have much of chest but that was exactly how he liked it, he bit his lip and he chuckled a bit at her tough guy stance. “What's so funny?” She cocked her left eyebrow.

“You're Hannah, right?” He took her in head to toe and leaned further against the gray-red brick building behind him, a long, thick charred black crack slicing through the wall like a mortal wound, leading to the right side of the building where a huge chunk of the corner had collapsed, leaving a gaping hole that was filled with darkness. The empty blackness called out to and repulsed her simultaneously, turning her attention back to the boy and trying her best to ignore the abhorrent tugging she nodded nervously, the way her brown eyes, tinted with burnt orange gazed up at him as if expecting a blow took him aback and his grin faded slightly. He righted himself and took a step closer.

“Yeah” She looked him up and down without shame as if his motivations could be seen on his shoes or shirt if she looked closely enough. For a moment her eyes paused on the line of his hips and the slight bulge of his pants.

“You're Lauren’s...”

“Yeah,” she cut him off and flipped a large curl out of her face with a sudden jerk of her chin “I'm her daughter.” From the corner of her eye she glanced back at the motel both out of habit and mortification of her mother’s reputation, she was a whore who had sucked nearly every cock in town. She didn't want him to see her shame. Despite her being fifteen, she was the size of a eleven year old and the boy towered over her, uneasily, she took a step back.

“I’m not gunna hurt you or anything…”he smiled, this time more sweetly then sarcastic. “Look, I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while now…but that mom of yours…” he trailed off, not wanting to slander he mother, he didn’t have to, her mind went to her mother, tall blonde and once had been very sexy but was now worn down and nasty from far too many drugs, since they had moved here her mother had pushed herself on every dealer in town including Jallob, not for sex or romance but for the free drugs that came with fucking a drug dealer.

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“It’s ok, you can say it,” Hannah laughed somewhat bitterly “she’s a pushy slut, you know it…I know it, god knows every guy in town with ten bucks knows it so there’s no point in pussying around it. He laughed suddenly and shook his head.

“Ok, wow not exactly what I was expecting. Not a big fan of your mom?” Running his fingers through his scruffy hair he looked down at her in surprise and amusement.

“No, not exactly. But she feeds me, sometimes.” Hannah smiled a little and brushed a twisted lock of hair behind her ear. “So…what exactly is it that you want?”

“A friend, I guess” he shifted uneasily from foot to foot. Pretty much everyone else is either too high or too stupid to have an actual conversation with, and it gets boring and lonely really fast.” he shrugged, his mask of confidence once again on and he slouched back on to the wall.

“Alright I guess…what do friends do exactly?” She questioned, thinking of a few things she would love to do with him, which of course made her face burn.

“Hang out?” He smirked “like tomorrow, at eight.” he winked.

“Uh, ok…” She bit her lip, and then looked away. Somewhere above her something bright orange flew past, catching her eye, she looked up…but it was already gone.

It was happening again…thick coarse hands ran over her arms. In the dark she could see nothing, but she squeezed her eyes shut anyway. Behind her eye lids orange sparks flitted in and out of existence. A large hand slid down her smooth belly and shoved itself in to her panties. She jumped and flinched from the strangers touch.

When she had fallen asleep her mother had still been out, “working”, this was probably one of her Johns, bored with the older women’s wiles had moved on to Hannah, her mother let them… for a price. She took in a deep breath; it came out a mix of a sob and a whimper. A hand grasped her tiny breast and a needle was pressed in to her arm; she was expecting it as she was often drugged for the ordeal so she would stay silent, she shook with effort as she fought the drug. She fought the thick clumsy hands, a man laughed and a large slippery tongue ran over her neck.

Quickly though her strength faded and orange orbs grew behind her lids until they could contain the no more, her eyes flew open as the world exploded in oranges and yellows. She was gone, hyper aware of every touch, movement and feeling but unable to decipher what they meant. His hands were on her, she knew that, she could feel the pressure, but her skin was numb. Inky green crept in to her dazed world, disgust of the man turning her stomach, he smelled like rot and onions, if she had eaten that day she thought she would have vomited.
Somewhere her mother laughed sharply and Hannah keened so hard her tiny frame shook. Red fireworks flashed over her vision as the man took out his knife and gently pressed it to her bare leg. The glitter of the black blade broke the darkness and haze of the drugs.
Hannah curled inward having nowhere else to go and the man chuckled, amused. The man caressed her skin with the blade, flicking it on occasion on the thicker scars that lay over her legs; the blade traveled up her thighs and in between them. He slid the blunt side of the blade over her pubic mound and hips and circled her belly button, leaving a trail of cold and dread in its path. She shivered and the knife nicked underneath her rib cage, cutting through her t-shirt.

A tiny dot of red grew from beneath the shirt, dying the white fabric in one small spot, the man didn’t seem to notice this and move on quickly from her chest where he toyed with her nipples for a moment before going to her neck. A knot grew in her throat and despite the drugs she stiffened. The man said something illegible to Hannah, but she could make out the pleasure in his tone. His other hand was still on her, rubbing her and despite herself; she felt her body being pushed over the edge. With the cold switchblade at her neck she became overwhelmed with fear and pleasure amounting to a very unwanted orgasm. He slid the blunt side of the knife under her chin the rubbed the edge on the curve of her lower lip.

In the mean time down below the sheets my arm is now firmly under her neck (since she is turned away) and my other free hand had freed my cock from the fly of my boxers and started caressing her bare thigh.
So, some more flirtatious insults along with her shifting closer let her feel the full heat of my dick against her bare thigh. At this point the conversation just drops to dead silence.
Then we started ever so so slowely rocking back and forth, her thigh and my hips. the hand she had on top of mine on her thigh just lowers enough to get her pinky to barely touch the crown of my dick. And then another finger makes contact, and another. all while this is happening my heart is beating through my chest, like I could feel it pulsing my head. my left hand, the one resting on her thigh, had started to hike up her dress and move towards her inner thigh and i got all the way to where I could feel her the inner seam of her thong.

All I could hear was my fucking heart beat and her breathing, but her hand was on my cock, no fucking way she could have not known what it was. I flexed myself right into her palm and she sort of grasped it all the while my fingers started doing traces up and down that inseam and I finally got my index finger on the inside of that thong.

She totally shifted from on her side facing away to on her back so im staring directly at her face, but its damn dark and even with the street lights filtering in I couldn't see all too well, she was looking at me though or at least her head was facing me.

When she turned over her hand fell fully down my cock and she griped it, No denying that now. My hand was still working beneath that thong and my fingers found her folds. She was wet, like slick, and soaking wet. I played with her clit by moving that thong to the side and just lightly rubbing it with both fingers and when I heard her exhale sharply I let my hand go lower and put my middle finger inside her.

I was rough, I damn near picked her up with that hand thrusting, she didn't gasp, she MOANED! she squeezed my dick with her hand and started stroking while arching her back into my bed. All this was going down and I had to get in her, there was nothing that could stop that.

I pulled my hand out of her and rolled ontop of her pulling my shirt off and boxers down letting my cock slap my stomach hard, she spread her legs open and propped herself up on her elbows looking right at my cock.

I didn't say anything, I just kept her thong to one side with my hand and let the crown slip past her folds and anykind of defense her body had. Both of us let out a satisfied groan as I put my cock deep into her.

my hands found hers and I pressed her into the bed while my hips gave her the deepest hardest thrust I have ever given. She started to moan and gasp and roll her head from side to side as I thrusted my cock into her. she pulled her legs up around my waist and all I could hear besides her begging for it was the sound of our skin slapping. I kept at that pace forever. when I heard her moans get more frantic I started to pace myself and hit her with some fast deep ones and she pulled me close and actually bit me on my shoulder when she screamed just one word, "Cumming". she squeezed me so tight I tried to thrust more but she frantically said "too much! too much" I swear for the better part of a minute she was convulsing around my dick harder then I had ever felt a woman before. But she had hers, and now it was my turn, I pulled up out of her grip and started to gyrate my thrusts into her at a jackrabbit pace. She started to exhale so sharply out her clenched teeth repeating "Ahh! yeah! Ahh!" I fucking lost it. I gave Her one last hard push into her and my cock let onces and onces of greasy ropes of cum into her. I kept pushing into her until I was spent and just collapsed on her.

She was tracing circles on my bare back when I had enough strength to acutally push myself up onto my arms again. I can't be sure but I think she was smiling when she said "jerk". When I rolled over, we both gave an intense "uH!" when my cock pulled out of her folds. I grabbed her hand and thats how we lay in bed until I just passed out from exhaustion.

here we go. thats her. As awkward as the next morning was, that night wasn't our last. We had a close call during our next time as we were raised catholic and bc isn't approved of. We totally didnt realize the gravity of the situation described above until the next week but she got her period at the end of it so collective relief.

Please, if you acutally did do something, the whole point of the thread was i just wanted to know if anyone else out there actually had something similar happen to them

love it

More Please, Great story ^-^

More Please, Great story ^-^

Man, this story is fantastic. I like you're writing style a lot, it's stripped down and fantastic. Something which both turns me on and irks me with it however is the coldness of Kayla. Although that is a massive turn on for me - the girl (hehe) only caring about her and her getting off and not about the subject of that (the main character) the fact that she sincerely doesn't care at all about her brother is somewhat...

unnatural.

So I feel conflicted about that.. which is probably good.

Other then that and a few little grammar mistakes it's fantastic. Shlicked many times.

0.0 that means a lot considering I've looked up to your work since i saw it on 7 chan.

“Oh, hey,” Rick said, resuming his activity, slower, but still without apparent shame that he was fucking a preteen in front of his roommate. I looked back at him and there, in his face, he did seem a little ashamed, but only a little, like he'd been caught watching a soap opera, but, now that it was all out in the open, he might as well get back to it.

Colin turned his head back and forth, clearly frustrated. Finally, he spoke. At first it was just one word. "Fuck." Actually, it was more like "Fuuuuuuuuuck." Not angry, but like he realized he was in for a lot of trouble. Colin had a deep voice, deeper than you would have guessed by looking at him, when I first met him I thought maybe he was trying to make up for looking a little scrawny and baby-faced by affecting the voice of a much larger man. When I thought about it, Rick probably deserved Colin's voice, and vice versa. For all I know, they touched some magic idol at the same time and swapped voices... it really wasn't any less plausible than what had happened to me that day. “Seriously, man? How old is she, like twelve?”

“Yeah, and I’m telling you, she’s a little slut. Look at her.” I couldn’t see myself, until I spotted the television, where I could see a dim reflection of a girl, her hair wild, her mouth hanging open a little, getting fucked by a guy more than twice her apparent age. That was me, now. I wondered if someone could ever come back from that.

Rick leaned over, reached out, and grabbed me by the chin with one meaty hand and turned my head as far as it would go back towards him. “Hey, baby. You are awesome. What do you say, you wanna help out my buddy here? He hasn’t had any action for months.”

“Uh-huh,” I said in between two breaths. “Okay.” And the thing of it was, I wasn’t just okay with it, I wanted to. The only thing hotter than the thought of one man using my body to vent his sexual lusts was two men doing it... maybe more. I'd always wondered how girls who were in gangbangs felt, since it seemed so degrading, but I didn't feel degraded, I felt powerful, useful, like I'd found my purpose... but mostly just incredibly turned on.

Colin wasn’t as obviously eager as I was, he stood watching as Rick continued to fuck me, for half a minute, but eventually he muttered, “Fuck it,” and stepped forward, fumbling with his belt. The pants came down and the cock came up, and my mouth widened. It was significantly bigger than Rick’s, both in girth but especially length. Maybe they swapped cocks as well as voices. It could happen. I’d have guessed Colin had comfortably eight or nine inches, but my sense of scale was still out of whack from my recent size shift.

Once Colin made his decision and exposed his prick, it approached my mouth with a pace that didn’t give me much time to do anything but open my mouth as wide as it would go. His hands curled in my hair to direct me and I did the only thing I could in that situation, I sucked, tightening my lips around it and using my tongue to try and slather as much of it with saliva as I could. That mostly meant the underside, my mouth was again too full for my tongue to have room to maneuver much. Colin was a little sweaty, but at least he didn't have the Axe undercurrent, and that made the taste almost a joy by comparison.

The sight of me going to town on his friend seemed to inspire Rick to keep up the pace, and that delicious force thrusting inside me increased in speed and ferocity, and his fingertips dug into my tiny ass, squeezing it tightly.

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By the time I was able to get my mouth working, we were already halfway up the first staircase. “It happened to you, too?” I asked. How many other people had it happened to? And how did she know to find me?

“Yeah. There’ll be time for explanations later. Right now, I’m not even sure if you’re really who I’m after. This is your first time, though, right? You’ve never transformed like this before?”

If that was even a question, that had to mean this was reversible. I’d all but given up hope. “Yeah.”

“Too bad, this would be easier if you were just in hiding. Okay, I’m going to tell you two things to set your mind at ease. One, you will be back to being Michael. Two, you’re very lucky. You were found by the good guys.” We passed by a door to the second floor. "Now come on, the faster we get to the roof, the better."

The roof? What, were we catching a helicopter or something? Still, after a difficult morning of not having any idea where to go next, I was ready to follow somebody who was ready to lead me. Although I was lining up my questions, I didn't ask any of them, hoping she'd just start explaining on her own, and by the time I realized she wasn't going to, I was getting a little out of breath from climbing so many stories at the pace Maria was setting. When we reached the top of the stairs, I put my hands on my knees and had to suck in breath.

Maria didn't seem bothered. She shrugged off her backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out a neatly folded bundle of clothes and dropped them on the floor. “I had to guess at your size. Get dressed.” While I picked up the shirt, she tried the door and then nodded as she found it locked, as though it was expected. She retrieved something from a side pocket of her backpack and began methodically picking the lock, like an expert.

I dressed quickly, relieved to finally have socks, even if they were pink, and then after that, to have underwear, and a t-shirt that was sized almost right for me and had “Future Celebrity” on it. I practically squealed when I realized that wrapped up inside the jeans there were running shoes. Maria had guessed well, erring just a little on the side of ‘too big’. Everything fit, if not perfectly, than at least without any danger of falling off of me.

By the time I was done, Maria had the door open, and we were out on the roof. I squinted against the sun and heard her say, “We’re on the roof. I might have been handed a decoy, so ideally I’m still going to need a secondary team to secure and keep searching the building.”

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We crept cautiously down the hallway, Maria in the lead with the gun ready, me following behind, my mind more on the yearning ache between my legs, but we moved quickly and silently, at least until we approached a stairwell door and Maria asked, “Does that lead down to underground parking?”

It took me a second to answer. One of the two stairwells did, but the other didn’t, and I had to do some thinking to recall which side of the building we were on. “Yes,” I said finally, only being about 80% sure.

“We’re coming down the stairwell,” she said to the voice in her ear. “Be ready to pick us up.” We went through the door and ran down the stairs. A much heavier door awaited us at the bottom, but Maria hefted it open and pulled me through into the garage.

I didn’t have a car, so I’d only been down there a handful of times, and I didn’t even know where we were supposed to be going, but Maria pressed forward regardless, as though we were being chased. I was starting to wonder again if maybe she was just insane or, more likely, lying. She had a voice in her ear, that was certain, but I’d never seen any of the ‘other side’ she spoke about. The specter of them being after us gave her an excuse to drive me around to her agenda.

That doubt didn’t last long, though. I heard a soft, feminine, “Hey!”, coming from the direction of the elevator. It was another girl, about our age, maybe even a little younger. She could have been ten, but that could have been the blonde pigtails that made her look young. She wore a yellow sundress, and had a small gun in one hand.

Maria whipped her head around at the voice, and then back to me. “Get down,” she yelled, and pushed me in between two cars. Pigtails raised her gun, and fired. I heard a quiet whuff and dull thump, both at approximately the same time, followed by a plink of metal, not at all what I expected a gunshot to be.

Maria’s return fire, that sounded like a gun, or something like a firework going off. It missed its target too, but it was fired while Maria was falling to asphalt herself. “Stay there,” she said to me, then rolled on her side and tried to find the girl with pigtails. I could see pink running shoes behind a car, but was speechless... even though I wanted to warn her, I couldn't seem to say anything.

“Just let the new one go with us,” a high-pitched, amazingly cheerful voice piped up. “You can go on your way, promise.”

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I'm usually a fan of yours, but I don't like this story at all. There's not enough build up or emotional context for the sex. I'm also still sore that MPC4 is taking so long.

I don't think I'm going to be posting my work here in full anymore, but if any did like this one the second installment's up at:
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/LollyAnne002.html

It should not be longer than a foot, or it gets to fantasy-ish. and giant girls arn't that great. She should definitely fuck her old boyfriend or one of her girl friends. tits shouldnt be too unrealistic. dont go past G's

>>379
Exactly what he said.

>>379
Exactly what he said.

>>379
The opposite of exactly what he said.

>>383
The opposite of what he said.

(But seriously, this was amazing).

Daphne was beginning to suspect that very thing, but still had faith, and so gave her mother the chance to explain. “Well, you’ve got me here as bait for sexual predators, over and over again, and I feel very much like sexual prey, but we haven’t caught a predator yet, not caught for the cops. In fact, I haven’t ever met a cop here, unless one of the men we’ve invited was one, off-duty. I’ve met a lot of molesters and gotten a lot of molesting, but not so much as one uniformed police officer has set foot in this home looking to nab one.”

“Of course not, darling, I’ve told you, we’ve got to catch the predator first, and then we can call the cops.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to call the cops before the molesters arrived, if they’re going to catch them in the act?”

“You would think so, but you remember when I called the cops and told them I thought my ex was going to rob the place? They told me they couldn’t come because I thought somebody might commit a crime, that they could only come if somebody actually did something illegal.”

“Mmm. Okay, but I think you’ve had plenty of time to call the cops these last few guys. Lately you’ve let them feel me up for almost half an hour before you show yourself. And today, today was the worst.”

“Nothing serious happened today, Daphne, don’t exaggerate.”

“Exaggerate? He was rubbing his cock all over my pussy! Another few seconds and he would have gone where only fingers and tongues have gone before.”

“I got there in time. And you are exaggerating. It was only on your butt he was rubbing, and I had to let him do that to get good and hard.”

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The two were, as it turned out, very industrious, luring many more pedophile predators over the next couple weeks before they had to have another big conversation, this one for the same reason as the first… there was a lot of luring, and yet they hadn’t caught one yet.

“Well, you screwed up another one,” Daphne said as they watched a man running outside desperately pulling his pants up.

“I’m sorry, Daphne, you’re right, I did screw it up a little, but next time, we’ll get him.”

“I thought you were supposed to call the police.”

“I know! I was going to, but I just got so angry watching him there, violating you. I had to give him a piece of my mind.” She pulled the hidden camera from the hiding place, rewound it, and then took a look at the footage. “No, this is no good, again. We just have you on camera, lots of good shots of dick in cunt, but no good face shots for the police.”

“Imagine that,” Daphne said dryly. Her mother set the camera up, after all, and insisted it was in a perfect position, had Daphne lie in the position, naked, legs spread and inviting, the same way she greeted the invited predator after shouting that the door was open. He got to work right away, but the shot was centered on her pussy… the only way his face would have gotten in the shot was if he’d stopped to eat her out, and he hadn’t. So it was no surprise that they didn't get any good footage of him... although, Mary never showed Daphne any of the footage, so she only had her mother's word that it was no good. Even that shouldn't have been an obstacle. “We could call the cops anyway," she suggested. "Even without the video evidence, I’ve got plenty of evidence he was fucking me, and we could be eyewitnesses.”

“I don’t think there’s much use in that. We don’t have his real name, and cum inside your pussy could well be consensual. Besides, you know how lazy cops are, Daphne, except for murders, they only investigate crimes they stop in progress or ones they have rock-solid evidence for. And the video’s no good for that, if it didn’t get his face.”

“And instead of getting the cops here, you had to tell confront him, tell him what a pervert he was, how I was at the most fertile time of my cycle and that if he came inside me he could very well get me pregnant.”

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Really? A Chris Hanson picture was removed from the OP? I mean I could understand not allowing loli porn, but if you're going to police images posted to THAT extent, at least give us an option to just post new topics without images at all.

Because fuck, otherwise, I'm not wasting my time trying to figure out what you might or might not allow and will just skip posting here entirely.

This has a pretty good premise. It's a shame that it's a Phil Phantom tribute.

In other news, National Lampoon has released their first issue in over a decade. Wow!

Oh god, is it wrong that I found this one HILARIOUS?

>>331

WTF this is going to scare me for the rest of my life

Oh my god WHY?!

Man, you're unwell.

The stupid grammar mistakes ruin it for me.

Wait wait wait wait... the GRAMMAR ruins this for you? Not the fact that a little girl got killed by a Barbie doll? What the fuck man...

Yeah. But it got Oblivion'd. If you can even say that.

I hesitated, but only for a second. I knew what she meant, of course. I’m just not a fan of pussy, except my own. I’m not saying I’ve never dipped my tongue into the pink taco, but it’s just not my thing. I’ve got nothing against those who do… in fact, I’ll let any girl who wants to eat me out chow down, just as long as they know I don’t plan on returning the favor. Carol’s a full-fledged bisexual, and takes advantage of my generosity when she’s in the mood to feast on cunt, but has always teased me about being selfish afterwards, like she assumed that once she’d given me an orgasm or two that I’d change my mind.

I may not enjoy eating beaver, but I’ll do it in a pinch, and in this case, finding out was worth a little humiliation. My only other alternatives were to go down and see for myself what was going on, or wait until my kids came home and try to sniff out the truth, and they might lie. Carol I could trust to tell the truth, even if I’d have to pay for it. So I nestled my face in between her thighs, seeing her shaved pussy in my face, the inner lips hanging outside like a flower and a little dark, giving her a well-used look, but not as well-used as it should look, considering how many heads pushed their way out of there over the years. She's the one who taught me about Kegel exercises. I closed my eyes, pushed forward and gave her a long lick up and down and said, “Now will you tell me?”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Carol said. “But not enough. I’ll make you a deal, you put your tongue inside me, and I’ll keep talking until you stop wiggling it around. How do you like that?” I didn’t, but in for a penny… my tongue worked that flower open and began tasting the salty, tangy, and slightly bitter insides, and Carol kept her promise and did indeed begin to talk. “Well, where do I begin. I said I’d give you a name, so I’ll give you two. But I’m going to be a bitch and give you the ones you’ve already guessed. Your sons, Darryl and Duane, were definitely among the crowd there today, but they weren’t the only ones.” I prayed again it would be Ella, unsure if God was more or less likely to answer prayers given while I was French-kissing my best friend’s womb. If Pastor Gideon was anything to go by, God was a pervert, He probably banned homosexuality just so He could enjoy a little taboo now and then. Pastor Gideon used just that argument when he made a little girl still trying to deal with the conflicting emotions of her first rape receive oral sex from his wife while he masturbated on the other side of the confessional wall (we're Lutherans, but our confessional looks pretty much like the Catholic style you're all familiar with).

If God was a pervert, Carol probably wanted to please him too, but mostly she was pleasing herself by drawing out her story as much as possible, and so she kept talking about my boys so my tongue would be where she wanted it. “They’ve been coming to Rape Beach for a while, and coming in me whenever I’m there. I often drive them down there, because it’s quite a walk, and then they rape me. It was so cute the first time, they were all nervous and tried to convince me they were collecting seashells for a school project. I had to play dumb, like I didn't already know what trail we were heading down. Do you taste them, by the way? It was a busy day on the beach today, and they only raped me two hours ago, and I wasn’t the main event, so if you taste a little spermy aftertaste on my cunt, it's from your sons. Well, one of your sons. To be honest, I can’t remember which of them came down my throat and which was in my pussy, they look so much alike” My tongue stopped, in shock. I had noticed the taste, and assumed it was from some random guy... not Ray, she made her husband wear condoms. “This is the only time I’m going to warn you, if your tongue doesn’t get moving again I’m going to stop talking, and once I stop, I won’t start up again.”

I took the hint, and got into motion, trying not to think that what I was tasting came out of my sons cocks. That wasn’t easy, because Carol kept talking about it. “I’m so happy you don’t mind the taste of your sons. To be honest, I was starting to feel bad lying to them all the time. I used to tell them that I had you eat me out all the time, and that you especially liked the taste of my cunt after they came in it. They think that whenever we have tea, you’re eating me out and drinking their cum. Those boys seriously have a complex, they want to fuck Mommy soooo bad. They’re different though, Darryl wants to fuck you tenderly, like a lover, Duane wants to rape you. Darryl would rape you too, but only if he can’t get you to give it up. Darryl is the reason you haven’t been raped at home, he’s holding Duane back, but I think he’s weakening on that. He wants to fuck Mommy so bad. If you go out to Rape Beach, they’ll both be happy to fuck you, because Darryl will tell himself that you wanted it, and proved it by stepping on the beach, and you just don’t want to admit it, and Duane will just have license to push you down and stick it in.

I reached beneath myself and felt for my panties while I licked, not to masturbate, but when you’re kneeling sometimes you develop an itch. I didn’t want to pleasure myself, I didn’t even want to act like a lesbian, I just kept doing it, wanting Carol to just get to the point. Which of my daughters were there?

Carol wouldn’t let up about my sons, though. “Those boys cum a lot. And usually they both like to cum in my pussy at least once, knowing I’ll be seeing you for tea, and then they can imagine you lapping up their cum. This time though, whichever one I was giving a blowjob too got a little too excited too fast, and I had to drink it all. Come to think of it, that would probably make it Darryl I blew. Normally he’d just wait a bit and fuck me again, but there’s a big day planned at Rape Beach and he wanted to save his next load.” What big day? What was planned? I wanted to ask, wanted to shout, but to do that I’d have to rest my tongue a second and that would make Carol clam up tighter than a virgin’s pussy, so I had to listen to her drone on. “So that would make it Duane’s cum you’re tasting right now, the wannabe Mommy-rapist.”

My hand found its way underneath my panties and I started rubbing up along the crack. I knew Carol would think I was getting into the lesbian sex, but the truth was worse, the thought of Duane wanting to rape me, his own mother, was starting to turn me on, and Carol wasn’t helping by providing more details on what they wanted. “To be honest, I don’t know how you do it. Those two young studs living with you? If I was their Mommy, I’d have let them fuck me years ago, or bent down in front of Duane in a short skirt and no panties until he couldn’t take it anymore and raped me. Or maybe I’d give it away to Duane and force Darryl to man up and take it. When he’s got his cock in me, he sometimes calls me Mommy, you know that? Duane calls me ‘bitch’, and ‘slut’, but I’d like to think that’s just how he is, that he’d call you that while he was fucking you.” I groaned into her hole, rubbing my slick cunt vigorously as I imagined both scenarios, not sure which I liked more. “And they’re so fucking good. I mean, they’ve got practically ten-inch dicks already, and they’re only fourteen! With a plump little head that makes you really feel it when it goes in, especially in an ass-fucking. How could any woman resist that, even if it were her own sons. I can only think of one reason you might. You know, don’t you?” Know what? What else was there? “Do you? Wiggle your head side to side or up and down, just tell me, you know, right?” I didn’t know, at least I didn’t think I did, so I shook my head rapidly, my nose rubbing up against her clit. “You don’t know? How could you not know that both of your little boys not only want to fuck Mommy, they want to knock Mommy up.”

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“I know what you’re thinking,” Carol said. “You’re wondering why your daughter Susan would go for a second night at Rape Beach knowing that’s what they do. And believe me, she knew, I told her on the ride home the first night. Part of it was I think she wanted to come out to you. She’s sick of pretending she’s as pure as you want her to be, that she’s not the type of girl who’d go to Rape Beach or suck a little brother’s cock for some of his allowance, and what better way to do that than to show up at home naked with a tally written on her ass and another on her pussy? But she might have taken a few weeks to get up the courage to do that, if it wasn’t for today. Today’s a very special day at Rape Beach.” I interrupted her with an interrogatory noise through the flesh of her labia. “Oh, you want to know what it is?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“I’m sorry, was that a yes or a no? Answer me the same way as before, tongue up my cunt, nose on my clit, and with a clear, unambiguous head-wiggle.” I complied, centered my head in the way she wanted to, and then with tongue buried in her hole, did my best to give her a nod she could understand. It still took three attempts. “Okay, if you really want to know, I’ll tell you. But only after you make me cum.”

With a mental sigh, I went to work rapidly, and when she started breathing heavily I pulled my wriggling tongue out of her hole and sucked on her clit like it was a tiny little penis, just the way the Pastor's wife instructed me years ago. Carol began to buck rapidly, her arms and legs twitching everywhere.

When the spasms stopped, she lay there in bliss, and finally I was able to pull free. My jaw was getting sore. “So?”

“So what?”

“You promised to tell me.”

“Oh, right. Well, today’s a special day at Rape Beach, because there’s a busload full of middle schoolers, half boys and half girls on their way home from a field trip, who got a little lost and stopped on Rape Beach for directions. I believe that’s your daughter’s Lucy’s class.”

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Ella shouted out, “Hey, guys, Mom’s here!” and that’s when I saw my two sons walking out from behind a crowd, along with Susan. The three of them were watching a few couples seated on beach towels, and as one of them stood up, I recognized him. It was Mick, aka Slick Mick with the Thick Dick, a mainstay on Rape Beach. His nickname was accurate too, he didn’t have the longest cock, but it made up for it in girth. In fact, many thought he was perfect for younger girls, because, once he got it in, he could get it all in without bumping into the cervix, and completely stretch out a hole to make her comfortable with anybody that came after. For anal sex he might present a problem, at least for a first timer, for whom long and thin would be more the order of the day, but he filled young cunts very comfortably.

I knew Mick well, he’d had me many times. In fact, there was about a 10% chance he was Susan’s father, and a 1 in 30 that he was Ella’s or Lucy’s. There was no chance he was the father of my boys, unless two thoroughly white people could produce half-black babies, but he was one of the men who fucked me on the night they were conceived, too. I recognized him from behind at first, but when he turned around I finally learned where my little Lucy was, she was riding his erection.

No, I don’t mean they were having sex. I mean she was literally riding his dick. He held her up against his chest and his huge member was between her legs, like a little seat. She was completely naked. The group soon came for my part of the beach, but the crowd they left remained… there were other girls doing more interesting things on the towels.

“Hi, Mom,” Duane said. “Come on to the beach, join the fun.”

“I’m not going to do that,” I said firmly. “I know very well what will happen if I set foot on the beach. Now I want you to get your sisters and come with me.”

“No way,” Ella said, on top her history teacher’s shoulders. “We’re having too much fun. Even Lucy’s starting to get into it.”

Lucy turned her head towards me and she looked worried. “Mom, he says he’s going to stick his thing in me. I mean just look at it, it’ll never fit.”

So she still hadn’t been fucked, they were just warming her up. I wondered a bit by the slick wetness around her legs, could have been boy juices or girl juices, and it looked like it was a healthy helping of girl juice. That was a nice thing about Mick, he did like to get girls warmed up. “I know dear, if it comes to that, I’m sure it will fit if you just relax.”

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I no longer worried about getting a good view of the coupling, I had my own problems to deal with. Before I could even pull myself into a sitting posture, my own sons were pawing at me, taking indecent gropes while doing their best to make me indecent in appearance. My top was pulled over my head. I lifted my arms to help it go off, but I really didn’t have much choice, to fight that it would have kept my arms busy, and I was too busy trying to keep my skirt. If that went, they’d see I wasn’t wearing panties, and that I was wet as fuck, and when that happened, there went any moral authority. Getting the top off quickly so I could hold on to my skirt seemed like the only option. “Please don’t do this boys, I’m your mother,” I begged as my hardened nipples were exposed to my boys for the first time since they stopped nursing.

“At home you’re our mother, but here you’re just another bitch on Rape Beach,” Duane said, grabbing a handful of tit while using his other hand to pull at my skirt. I tried to pull it on. Darryl was watching, not helping either of us, but staring at my tits. Duane looked at him and said, “Hold her arms, Darryl, so we can get access to this hot bitch's pussy.”

He did, my shy sensitive boy fell to his feet at the instructions of his more dominant twin brother, pulled my arms over my head and held them together. Now Duane had no trouble with my skirt. He pulled it up first, and then decided to go the other way and pulled it down my legs… but he wouldn’t pull it all the way, he left it tangled up on my feet, making a restraint all its own.

“Please,” I said again.

“Sounds like she wants it,” little Ella said. Riding on that teacher’s shoulder, her head was a silhouette that blocked out the sun. “Looks like it, too. I told you the she’d be wet when the time came. Come on, let’s take her where everyone else can see her getting off on her own sons raping her.”

With one son holding my feet and another on my arms, I was hoisted into the air and unable to fight back. They carried me, dangling, defenseless, down the beach. We stopped by Lucy first. Slick Mick’s dick was buried to the hilt as they lay together in the sand. “Looks like you got what you wanted,” she said to the boys.

“Looks like you did too,” Ella joked.

Lucy grinned. “I can’t believe he fit. I’m so glad you convinced me to let Darryl and Duane stretch me out first.”

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After that day, I made a big mistake. I treated what happened there as any other day at Rape Beach… don’t address it, don’t talk about, don’t punish it. Treat the people who got me there as though they were as innocent as the law would assume. My own sons raped me and their sisters and I didn’t punish it, because it was one of those things that happen on Rape Beach.

Except, the rules of Rape Beach are only about how the authorities react. These were my children, and when I didn’t punish, I sent another signal. This one said, “It’s okay to rape Mommy, she won’t tell,” and they read that signal and a little more, or a little less. Maybe all the signal they needed to read is “Mommy won’t tell”. Won’t tell, and won’t do a thing about it. They realized, even before I did, that if I wasn’t going to punish my sons in my home for their behavior on Rape Beach, I certainly wasn’t going to turn them in to the police, even when it didn’t happen on Rape Beach.

I realized that the next weekend. After spending a few days walking on eggshells waiting for me to act like a mom and punish, they came to their realization and, while I was bending over to set the dinner table, I felt a firm hand on my back, holding me down, and my son’s bulge through his pants. “Duane,” I said in a whisper. “You can’t do this.”

He pulled up my skirt, and down went my underwear. “Sure I can, Mom. I got a huge hardon, can’t you feel it?” With one hand, he unzipped his pants and I felt it even better, I felt the warmth through his underwear.

I halfheartedly tried to slap backwards at him, until I saw Susan enter out of the corner of my eye. “Susan, help pull your brother off me.”

“Susan, Mom's being a bitch, please hold her arms down so I can shove my cock up her shit-pipe?” Duane said. My daughter put down her glass and sided with brother who’d been the first one to rape her after she came to Rape Beach. As she held my wrists, Duane wet his dick in my slick, quivering cunt, and then withdrew so he could stick it up my tight butthole.

I’m not proud about it, but I came several times from that rough treatment, and more from the knowledge that if it was happening here at home, it was going to keep happening, Duane would keep raping me, if nobody else, and wouldn't ever let up... and that knowledge made me cum again and again. I guess you’re not surprised, if I didn’t get off on rape, I wouldn’t have so many children, but can you imagine how totally debased I felt when I came several times from my son raping my ass? Worse, with my daughter laughing and pointing out every orgasm.

After my son finally filled my ass with a load of cum that dribbled down to my cunt, I learned I was right... my rapes, and my orgasms, were just beginning. Duane called Lucy into the room and pushed her down behind my legs and told her to lick up the mess. I squirmed as my youngest daughter’s tongue lapped up all the cum that leaked out of my ass and quivered when she took care of the dribble on my pussy. That wasn’t lesbian rape, not in my book, it’s only rape when you’re forced into giving someone an orgasm, if you’re just receiving one, even if you have to be held down by one son and one daughter to do it, it’s just rambunctiousness.

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Of course I have... A frequent there often...

XI.

I was able to change back in one of the restrooms in the school before going to class the next day. Dex's mom was the one who dropped us off, and she did it early enough so that I wasn't late to class after changing.

Like the week before, Dex hardly paid me any mind as "Jon". He joked around with me in class but never showed any acknowledgement of what happened before. It made my somewhat disappointed, to be honest. In some way I thought he really cared about me, and not just "Jeanne".

There was still the issue of Gabby, though. I went through one day without talking to either of them, but I knew I had to make a decision before too much time passed, even if that decision was to do nothing.

a. Talk to Gabby.
b. Talk to Violet.
c. Forget it ever happened.

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XIa.

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Moar?

XIIa.

The next couple of days went swimmingly. The team continued to gear up for Friday and little changed between me and Gabby, if anything she seemed to smile more in my direction and was more open about patting and touching me as she had the other girls.

The only thing we weren't quite sure about was the double pyramid formation, while the buttom pieces including Gabby were stable and I was able to keep my balance alright, the middle pieces were still a little shaky. Still, Violet was confident enough to try it out during the big homecoming game at least once.

Friday, the day of the game, was rather busy. After school I had to change quickly to do the pep rally, which mostly just included standing there and leading many of the little activities. Violet did more than any of us, leading the pep rally while the rest of us just backed her up.

Leading up the game there were also festivities, but nothing too exhausting. By the time the game actually started, I was already getting somewhat tired of doing the cheer thing. Good thing this was a once-in-a-year kind of thing.

We did our routine well, including the regular pyramids we had practiced at for weeks. When the team was behind and trying to rally before half-time, Violet decided it was time to attempt it to try and get the crowd more involved.

It started out well as they lifted me up and the pyramid was formed. The crowd cheered as we had never done something like that before. I felt a wave of motion under me. My heart raced quickly as me and the girls under me started to lose their balance. We had fallen in practice before, but it was on a soft mat and I had learned to fall pretty well so I didn't hurt myself. However, my trajectory was twisted and I landed on the asphalt on the running track front-end first and landed directly on my right arm.

I felt the crack come from forearm and I couldn't put on weight on it when I tried to get up. A chorus of worried sounds came from the audience as I looked up to see familiar eyes looking down on me.

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Bump, also, yes this would be pretty awesome as an eroge

Great story. Not sure how it would do as a full-fledged ero-novel, just because of the sroryline splits. It seems like one of those "choose you own adventure" stories, which I never really liked. But I gotta say I like this a lot, and hope you'll post more.

Loved it! Please moar :D

could you post it in the original spanish?

>>282
Good work, Anon.

I'd be interested in seeing what you guys come up with for sequels.

I've only gotten a few thousand words in the one I was working on.

>>288
I am absolutely stuck on smut. I have written about 3800 words and not a single sexytime ;~;

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WXimP9akTy4zQpHxMTolOEjywTkeB77MManQ_b0i3jw/edit

>>290

That was much better than I expected. I'm impressed.

I like that you are using characters I don't know. I'm interested in reading more.

(I find it interesting that you chose an MM pairing for yours; the "interlude" I've been working on is also a MM pairing, with an important character for the actual sequel)

I've had trouble writing smut before. Since so much of my fetish is also tied into dominance/submission, writing or rereading some of the scenes in the wrong frame of mind can make me feel sick (with empathy and such).

Think about it for awhile, then just try. Remember that you are a solid writer, so at least the spelling/grammar/etc will be right. Try to avoid rushing through the scene (a lot of people do that the first time). Remember that the scene serves more than just the purpose of being fap material - it's elucidating more and more info about your characters.

Leave a message here when you update. I'm intrigued.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A3pp46k1OlSjBprBWFFJ4nWsy28W2knKfEo8EF0WuRg/edit

Tings II: Electric Boogaloo
Ryan blows Jared while the owners eat. First smut I've ever written. One more chapter and I think I'll post it directly to the board

>>295
You wrote that pretty well.

For clarity, try to keep an eye out on pronouns - if you refer to someone as "he/him" in a paragraph, avoid referring to someone else by the same pronouns in that paragraph.

Start posting in a new thread - you should get some attention for your work, dude.

post the rest

Kinda hot. More please.

No thanks, but it was well written.

op here. i am sorry, but this is everything britney posted. i'd also like to see more of it :/

Oh, yummy! I loved it.

Hmmm, sorter than i would have wanted for it >.>

The current "tide" you are referring to is mostly regarding copyrighted material, ASSTR is no danger, at least not in the much more sexually open west. There will always be sections of society that want to see porn banned, but these people are in a slowly trickling minority (again, in the west). Even in the days when porn was banned, erotic literature and artwork was still abound. I don't think you have anything to be afraid of, frankly.

>>266

There are currently no laws outlawing any form of written speech in the US. You may read and write whatever the hell you want, so long as it's not libellous or "obscene" (more on that in a moment.). Nobody has been prosecuted for producing or consuming exclusively written content in *years*.

Theoretically, a written text can be found "obscene", but obscenity requires that the content pass a strict, subjective three-prong legal test known as the Miller Test. The three prongs aren't really important in this discussion, so much as the fact that they've been made so mutually exclusive that almost nothing counts as obscenity anymore.

So, no, there's no imminent danger to erotic literature.

The story is called "The Need" and I haven't seen it in over a year now. :(