I even felt guilty writing this, but a lot sick fucks are gonna like this one.

I held the plastic bag in one hand, and counted my change in the other. 4 Asahis for 15 bucks. It was a good deal. I put the change in my pocket, and began to walk to my car. That was until I felt something tug at my jacket.
I turned around, only to find myself looking down at a young teenage girl.
"Mister, could you buy a gal some alchy?"
She was beaming up at me, looking expectant. She was blonde and had blue eyes, and wore a pink t-shirt with a skirt. She was extraordinarily pretty, and looked almost like a young Amanda Seyfriend.
My brows furrowed. Even kids drink now? I thought to myself. I wasn't really in the mood to be bothered, so I walked past her, effectively ignoring her.
"Please mister! I'll do anything for it, please!" she cried.
I paused instantly. Anything? The classic porno line, and it was being said to me by this small beauty. "Fuck it", I inaudibly whispered as I turned around.
"How much do you want?"
She looked down nervously. She obviously hasn't drank much in the past, and didn't know the difference between a lot and a reasonable amount. She looked up after a while of thinking.
"A bottle of Vodka?"
I shrugged in response.
"No problem."
I walked back inside the liquor store. Once inside, I scanned the shelves. The prices varied tremendously among the spirits, but I already knew what to get - the cheapest. I emerged from the store with a bottle of dirt cheap vodka in hand, and walked towards the girl.
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Heyo, made this story a while ago. Let me know if you like it.
(P.S Akito and Yuna are school bullies of Sana, they're going to be briefly mentioned)

"I love you, Riku"
Riku stared back into Sana's eyes. He loved her too, but he was unable to form words of his own. Sana simply smiled endearingly at his silence, and placed her palms on his cheeks. Slowly, she swept away his hair to look at her lover in a clearer light.
In the pre-dusk yellow sunlight, Riku looked almost angelic. His eyes were round and pure, and his expression was filled with genuine care. Oh, how I could embrace little Riku, Sana thought.In that instance, all of her memories of her home faded. All the memories of Akito and Yuna faded. Everything faded away except for her and Riku. In her perfect and beautiful world, it was just her and him together.
From the dozens of trees that surrounded them, crickets chirped happily - as if to reflect the unbridled emotion that Sana felt. Riku smiled as Sana held his face, and through his joyous expression, Sana could no longer hold herself back. Her back arched, as she leaned lower and parted Riku's lips with her own. The kiss was dry, but passionate. It was Riku's first kiss after all, so he stood on his tiptoes to reciprocate his love. But slowly, Sana pushed her tongue forward, and soon it slipped past Riku's lips. She rolled her tongue around, tasting her young lover's mouth. Heaven, was the only word that Sana could think of, as soon Riku's tongue slid onto Sana's. After a few minutes of their kiss, Riku pulled back, tongue hanging and gasping for air. Sana made sure to hold Riku so he didn't fall, she knew he must've felt drained after it was over.
But she knew it wasn't over, for she could see it in Riku's eyes. More, it begged. Sana couldn't help it, she laughed loudly. She was overjoyed that he was so eager, and the feeling made her feel warm with anticipation. He was only a child, but even children could hold indecent desires. She knelt down.
The shadows grew larger around the two, as the clouds above shielded the sun. Only a few rays of sunlight fell upon them.
Riku couldn't really understand what 'more' could be, he just wanted more of Sana's passion within him - although he couldn't possibly picture what that could be. He felt nervous and hot, even with the sun no longer directly shining upon them. However Sana knew exactly what more passion leads to, and she gripped the brims of Riku's pants. In one motion, she pulled down both his shorts and undergarments.
Riku's penis leapt out from the force of the pull, and stood straight, with it's tip pointed directly towards Hana's face. She smiled. She had seen this many times in the movies she had watched alone, but never in real life. But Riku's size made her feel non-threatened. His penis had Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I have something new! It's actually something I've been working on in dribs and drabs for some time, but finally got around to finishing. I should warn you though, this is a bit niche, and probably not going to be to everyone's tastes, but it does have one advantage, it's not the first part in a series that will be taking my attention. It's just a simple stand-alone tale and maybe an attempt to help establish a new subgenre.
Hidden Talents - A Lolipunk Story by AnonyMPC (mg, mgg, lolipunk)

Ada walked behind her father, smoothing down her dress. It was after dark, but the electric lights were on, making it bright like day. This was happening more and more often, as the Humbert Collectors were well over quota and they had excess power to spare on extravagances.

She liked the electrics, and what Father had said about making a good impression made sense, but she wished they were in candlelight all the same. It was softer, kinder, more forgiving of mistakes. In candlelight, their visitors might not notice the spot of grease on her dress from dinner, or that the red bow in her dark hair had a frayed end. They might not notice how plain she was, or believed she was.

They passed the door leading to the workshop, and even at this late hour, even though it was far away, she imagined she could hear the low moans and gasps that signaled they were active, producing. As they passed, her eyes lingered on the door. She'd rather be down with them... even though some of the other girls envied her, they didn't understand what it was like to be the master's daughter. Not bad, just... lonely.

"Keep up, Ada," her father said, although it was hardly necessary... he stopped immediately afterwards to allow Sebastian, their valet, to adjust his tie for him. Ada stopped a step behind her father, and Sebastian spared a glance down at her... she thought he curled his nose up at one imperfection or another that he saw, but said nothing. "How long have they been waiting?"

"Not long, sir," Sebastian said in that bored, drawn out way he said everything. "Less than half an hour."

Father nodded, allowed Sebastian to slip him into a formal jacket. "Escort them in to the parlor, then bring us tea and a crown." Sebastian cleared his throat. "No?"

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Woody’s In The Woods
A tale of a father and his son, and their erotic encounter with a beast while camping.


I was laying next to my son in our, large, six man tent. Not that we needed that much space for just the two of us, but it was the only tent we had, and was usually used to shelter the whole family.
It was late August in the deep woods of Colorado, about 60 miles west of Colorado Springs. The night was clear and hot. The moon and stars were so bright that I had no need of extra light as I lay back on top of my sleeping bag, reading the novel that I brought along for the trip.
My twelve year old son, Jake, lay next to me on top of his sleeping bag, in just his spider-man briefs. His left leg covered by the thin sheet he was using as a blanket. I glanced over and smiled proudly as he snored softly, laying on his back his head turned facing me.
My wife, Kathy had suggested this trip so that we could have some “Man” time away from her and Jake’s siblings in order for me to give him the talk. Jake had recently went through puberty and my wife was concerned with how many of his socks she found crusted with his spent semen.
As I studied my son, I couldn’t help but notice how much he had grown, his slim, athletic build was quickly developing into the perfect image of a young man. I stared intently at his young face. His soft blue eyes closed in slumber and his shaggy, platinum blonde hair messy and matted with sweat resting against his pillow. My eyes trailed over his young body to his developing chest. Jake was excited to start the 7th grade this year and get back to his wrestling team. We had trained hard all summer in preparation for the coming fall sports season and it showed on his young, muscular frame. My eyes eventually made their way down to the bludge in his tight briefs. I could clearly make out the shape of his flaccid cock as he lay there peacefully sleeping. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it looked healthy and thick, just like his old man, I thought to myself with a grin. As I looked, I began to feel a stir in my own penis and looked down at my bulge, the light brown pubic hair surrounding my own flaccid, circumcised cock just visible in my tight, white briefs. Jesus Jack! Get a hold of yourself! That’s your son your looking at! I though to myself with chuckle, brushing my my short cropped, light brown hair and stroking my thick moustache, shaking my head before turning my attention back to my book.
As I lay there reading, I began to hear a rustling in the brush nearby. I froze, listening intently as something very large was rummaging through our camp. Oh no, a bear! I thought, panicked. I sat up quietly, trying to peer through the screen window to see if I could spot what was moving around outside. It sounded huge! Unfortunately, it was on Jake’s side of the tent so I wasn’t able to get a clear view. A large shadow appeared right next to our ten Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

As the two lovers continued their fairly frantic kissing and petting on her bed James briefly felt something other than Sam's tongue slip into his mouth, something small, hard, and round that quickly dissolved with a mouthwateringly sweet cherry flavour, a sensation that was replaced a mere fraction of a second later by the increased urgency of Sam's lips pressing against his, which immediately pushed any thoughts of what had just happened far into the back of his mind.

Moments later he felt Sam's hands on his chest, he felt her tweaking and playing with his nipples which set off an amazing tingling warmth in his chest that slowly seemed to spread all over his body.

With a smile at the growing sexual glow that was beginning to eminate from James, and while continuing to massage his chest, Sam started to slide down his body, planting soft but urgent kisses all over his torso as she moved, until she sat up again between his legs.

Deftly her hands moved to the buttons on his jeans, the front of which was by now clearly straining under the pressure of the erection contained within, and slowly, almost teasingly, one by one the buttons popped open, gradually exposing him to her hungry gaze.

Sam then scooted further down and after quickly removing his jeans, she leaned forward, putting herself closer to his cock. After a moment of studying her lovers beautiful manhood, she knew she had to taste him and so she opened her mouth and let her tongue poke out to cover the oh so short distance between her and her lover.

The first touch of the tip of her tongue sent what felt like a bolt of electricity up and down James' spine, he knew on some vague level that he wasn't normally that super-sensitive down there, but this latest love-making session with Sam had already started out way more intensely than anything they'd previously shared in their time together, so he simply focused on savouring all the pleasurable sensations Sam's tongue was now happily providing.

Sam meanwhile continued to lick and suck on his cock, getting more and more aroused with the knowledge of what was to come as the moments went by, while James' hands, that had up to that point been stroking and playing with Sam's hair while she went down on him with increasing gusto, suddenly began to work their way back up and over his own body.

Another errant thought suddenly crossed his mind, as his own fingers began to play over his chest and tweak at his nipples just as Sam had been doing to him moments ago, that he'd never felt any real urge to do that before while he and Sam were making love together, and then, as his hands and fingers continued their exploration of his chest he looked down at Sam, whose head was still hungrily bobbing up and down, and he noticed that each time her head came up that she was glancing up at him, glancing at his hands and chest Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Sometimes people ask if I'm still writing. And I have been... I rarely stop, really, aside from occasional breaks, it just sometimes gets really slow.. And more annoyingly, I've just not been finishing a lot of stuff... some of what I get excited about writing peters out long before it's finished, leaving me with nothing postworthy. Frustrating, as you can imagine... it feels like a lot of writing for nothing, at least unless I get back to finish it one day. And maybe I will.

But at last, I finally have some stuff ready to go, save editing, and this is the first.

Before you ask, no, whatever ongoing project you were about to ask about is not one of the things I have waiting to post... it may well be somewhere in the mass of unfinished stuff piled up on my hard drive.

The Umbrella Hitch by AnonyMPC (Mg,loli, voy, slow)

Chapter One:

Sometimes I wonder if it was Fate after all, because so many events seemed to conspire to put me at that place and at that time, and if even one of them was different on that afternoon, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with her.

First, there was that I got off work an hour early. One of my co-workers needed to pay for some emergency dental surgery, and most of us were letting him pick up an hour here or there from our shifts. I certainly didn't mind going a little early, although the weather made it complicated. That was the second thing. The best forecasts said it wasn't supposed to rain until the evening. Yet, just after 1pm, it started to drizzle. Ten minutes later, it was going hard. I'm talking torrential downpour. And it all happened just a few minutes before I started on my long walk home from work.

I didn't have my own car. Sometimes I was able to use my mother's, but usually she needed it, and that day I was out of luck. And there are buses, but not in a convenient straight line between my work and home. In order to get from one place to the other, I would have to make several transfers, waiting at each, often in the very weather I'd be trying to avoid. On the whole it took twice as long as just walking, which itself takes about half an hour. It was a pain in the ass and I kept telling myself to quit and try and get a more convenient job, but I didn't want it to reflect badly on my cousin, who recommended me.
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Hey, this business of writing porn is kinda fun, especially when I actually get an idea for a story. I wish my NON-porn muse would hang out with me like this, I haven’t seen that bitch in years. I got the idea for this story from the title of a post on another sex story site, something like “I cucked myself”. I read that story and noted that it didn’t have anything to do with cuckolding. Apparently the verb “cuck” has expanded way beyond its original meaning, now including “to cause any embarrassing stumble or faux pas; to pwn”. Anyway, the title did give me the seed of an idea, and this story is the result.

So here is my first attempt at writing porn fantasy. Even though it’s told in the first person, this is totally a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons or events, etc., etc.

Just a short piece I wrote quickly a few days ago. Went a little younger than I usually do, but mostly because one part of the idea demanded it. Probably not my best but sometimes you have to clear some ideas out when they're interfering with other ones.

Molestr (Mg, oral, anal)

Everyone knows that every new technology will be used for sex, if it possibly can be. Sometimes directly, sometimes as a means to acquire it, and when all else fails, it'll be used to make porn so people can have sex with themselves.

Everyone also knows that the first and most enthusiastic adopters of new technology are the young. They may rely on their parents to actually GET the technology, but if they can get their hands on it, kids'll use it like it was second nature. They call this generation digital natives, and it's pretty accurate... one of my nieces learned to read on a tablet, not a book.

Like everyone else, I knew both of those pieces of common wisdom about technology... what I didn't consider was the intersection point. At least, not until I got caught in between where those two universal truths collided, and my whole world changed forever.

I rarely went anywhere without my smartphone, like most people, but, a little more unusually, I almost never used it as a phone. Instead, I had four main uses for it. I used it to keep track of news, weather and traffic, I used it to play games to pass dead time, I used it to keep up to date on social media accounts, and, in the spirit of that first eternal rule, I sometimes I used it to attempt to get laid, although mostly I told myself I was searching for love.

Mostly, I was, but sometimes, I'd have been satisfied with sex. And I'm not going to lie. Neither goal ever worked that well for me. At all. But then, that wasn't the phone's fault, I just wasn't that good at the social interaction thing in general, much less hooking up with people.

I like to think that I look decent enough to attract a girl, and I can get first dates, but after that... it never quite works out. I've got a certain awkwardness that puts people off when they first meet me... most of my romances have been people from school or work who knew me for a while, but I was out of school and at work there were no suitable options left that weren't either in a relationship or somone I'd already tried and failed to make a connection. And random dates, whether set-up by friends and family or attempted on my own, just hadn't been working out... there's probably something to the idea that desperation was making the problem even worse. But I kept trying, intermittently, when the loneliness or horniness got too intense.
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Hi all. Perverted writer here. Going to give this a try, as asstr seems to be permanently closed to new users, and most other sites will not take some of the subject matter I write about.

I hope you enjoy this story of mine and the ones that follow.

It was time to joipee. Claudius could feel his wee wee getting stiff – it always got stiff around this time, when mistress would come to help the young male slaves joipee.

They needed the help, because their hands were always chained behind them, so they couldn’t go joipee by themselves, and unlike regular peeing, they needed to be able to touch their wee wee’s to make it happen.

When mistress opened the gate, Claudius and the other young male slaves scrambled up to her on their knees, their pee pee’s raised in stiff tribute. Mistress beamed at them, and patted them each on the head in turn. Like dogs, they rolled onto their backs, legs spread, pee pee’s up.

Claudius hoped that mistress would pick him to joipee first. Hearing the moans and grunts of the other little males as she joipeed them made him anxious and frustrated, and he could hardly keep still from the anticipation.

To his dismay, she picked one of the smaller boys first. The boy scooted onto her lap, and spread his legs extra wide so she could fondle him easily.

She kissed the boy, not on his cheeks or face, but by slipping her tongue into his mouth. Claudius enjoyed it when she did this to him, and he enjoyed the sound it made when she did it to others. The boy was enjoying it too. Then she took his wee wee into her mouth, and sucked on it for about a minute. The boy’s eyes were clenched shut, as though he were in terrible pain, but he knew that in fact, he was feeling wonderful. He was about to joipee – his pee pee and balls feeling like it was full of hot pee, so anxious and ready to burst.
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Hey (knock knock) this board still alive? if not I guess I'll just rant and rave into the void.

This series, which I'm titling 'Royal Jelly' is a pseudo-interview style series that goes across multiple characters and their beginning sexual experiences, desires, and encounters.

prevalent themes include, (but aren't limited to): masturbation, voyeurism, incest, and young sexual encounters.

I'm new-ish at writing this stuff and Spoiler: I tend to have some long paragraphs at times (I'm working at it I promise)

constructive criticisms and comments are always appreciated :)

-jellydonut