MF Dubcon Beast(ish) Generic Fantasy Setting

I finished setting up my tent and let out a sigh of contentment. I had a few more hours of light left, and the first stage of my camp was nearly ready. Over the next day or two I’d have to set up workspaces for butchering and skinning, but I’d gotten a basic latrine, tent, and firepit set up.

It would do for the few months I would spend in the area hunting. I would have loved a cabin, but that was just asking for nosey gamekeepers to start asking questions. Like, “have you paid taxes on those,” or, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to hunt deer on the king’s land,” or my least favourite, “Does this sword in your gut hurt?”

Such is the life of a poacher. Don’t worry, it’s not actually that dangerous if you follow a few basic rules. Such as no permanent dwellings. I was in a valley owned by a lord of advanced age, no longer interested in hunts. He had few gamekeepers or wardens on his payroll, and those that he did have weren’t the type to pull steel over a few skins.

I set up a pot to boil. I’d do something easy tonight, it had been a long hike out here. Porridge, made sweet with a bit of honeycomb and some dried fruit.

I continued to busy myself with arranging firewood, and bedding and so on, when I heard a cry off in the distance. It was the direction I had set a few rabbit snares earlier, just for eating rather than the pelts, but much too loud to be a rabbit. I frowned. Rabbit snares really didn’t catch anything substantially bigger.

I shrugged and strung my bow. I figured I had better investigate. I strapped a large butchering knife that I’d used a few times against boars (and few more times against people) and a few arrows before taking off.

I had set the traps not very distant, figuring that I’d set new ones after a few days once I’d scouted the area better. Something was making a racket, and was definitely larger than a rabbit.
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Another xnxx rescue. This time the account is just gone.


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The Sleepover Pt.1 by Unknow user

Mfff, exhib, cunnilingus, incest

Posted Wed 17th of June 2015


Fuck! I can't believe what I'm seeing in my parents' living room. Three giggling teenage girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the couch cheering on a fourth girl who is attempting to deep throat a dildo. What the fuck! The cheers and laughter is probably why they didn't hear me come in through the kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of the hallway while my cock responds to the luscious, pale ass cheeks of the fourth girl. Her purple sheer nightie has ridden up over her heart-shaped ass, revealing her matching thong as she starts to gag on the rubber dick suction-cupped to the glass topped coffee table.

"I can do this!" the girl exclaims, taking a deep breath and sliding her lips back down the realistic looking cock. Holy shit! That's Lauren's voice! My dick is hard and I'm having perverted thoughts about my 18-year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her scrumptious ass cheeks and try to forget what her lips look like sliding down that fake cock.

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Another purge rescue, this time from xnxx. I'm not the author and this one's pretty vanilla. Fap at your own risk.

Backyard Princess by Daddycums

tags: teen male/teen female, voy, mast, 1st time

Posted: 2010-03-27


Chapter 1
Champion of the Elder World


I sat and stared at the wall, the only thing to do in this miserable dungeon in which I had been imprisoned. All of my friends were out adventuring in far-off lands, so I had no hope of rescue. All of the exits had been enchanted with unbreakable magical locks. Now the ravages of hunger and thirst were beginning to assault me, driving me deeper and deeper into insanity.

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Tags : Incest, Spanking, Mf, Future ff, Mff

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow makes fifteen years since the day that things changed for my sisters and myself. My parents were going to Hawaii for their twentieth wedding anniversary and they had left me in charge of the house and had told my two sisters Milly and Mandy the night before at dinner that while they were gone my authority was absolute and my word was Law around the house.
It was the second monday of summer vacation and I awoke to the smell of blueberry muffins. After glancing over at my alarm clock, I momentarily wondered what was going on. My parents’ flight had been scheduled to depart at 5:30 that morning, and since my alarm clock told me that it was 10:37, my parents had to be somewhere over the Pacific Ocean at that time. That left my sisters as to the reason I was smelling muffins. The problem was my mother didn’t like my sisters to use the stove because they almost always left a huge mess afterwards that she had to clean up after they left the kitchen. I sighed and got out of bed to see what mischief Milly and Maddy were up to.
After throwing on a pair biking of shorts and a tee shirt, I always slept in just my jockey shorts, I went downstairs. I pushed open the kitchen’s swinging door and walked into what looked like a white hurricane had blown through the room. There was flour all over the counters and stove, as well as on the floor and the kitchen sink. The sink held a half-dozen mixing bowls, plastic spatulas, and various other batter covered utensils. There were two muffin pans filled with muffins sitting to the left of the stove and an open tub of butter sitting in front of the pan. Four muffins were missing from the pan on the left and standing about three feet away from the pan stood my sisters; each of them buttering the two halves of a blueberry muffin, their clothes dusted with flour.
Before I say anything more about what happened after I walked into the kitchen and my sisters‘ mess, I think I should give a bit more context to what the situation was here. It was June 26, 1996; just a little over a month until my eighteenth birthday. Milly was thirteen and Maddy was twelve, and both were as rambunctious as redheads are supposed to be.
I think I should give a bit of background on myself and my sisters before I go any farther in this story. The three of us were something of a mystery to our parents. There had been no redheads on either side of the family for generations, and yet all three of our parents’ kids had red hair. (Trying to figure out where our hair color came from was one of the main reasons why I chose a career in genetics when I went off to college after I turned nineteen.) Our parents were also a bit unusual when it came to naming us as well. For instance, I was named after my parents’ favorite actor and my middle name is my father’s middle name. Until I went off to college, Harrison seemed to me to b Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is another saved story from Literotica (before the purge). I am not the author. It's unfinished and anyone is welcome to continue it.

tags: teens, incest, exhib, voy, mast, anal, mff


Behind The Shed
by Cphucker©



Chapter 1

"You're sure about this?" I asked hesitantly, crouching next to my younger sister behind our shed in the backyard.

"Positive," Bree said, fidgeting nervously next to me.
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Pure Heart Pt. 01
by bartok_star©

Chapter 1

It was a late Friday night and I had just returned to my room after watching TV with my sister, Sara. I was pretty tired, but I had been looking forward to getting online to view some new porn and get myself off after a tough week at school. I was twenty and going to a two year school to get certified as an auto mechanic. With all the dirty jokes we guys threw around during class, I always came home with a bit of a buzz.

I sat down and started browsing to some of my favorite sites. I was already in my boxers and I was just about to pull my dick out when I heard a quick knock on my door and it began to open. I scrambled to try to hide what I was looking out, but not before my sister stepped into the room and gasped.

"Alex!" She said in shock.

"What are you doing coming in here?!"

"I wanted to give you your book back. Is that porn? I can't believe you!" She said, quite upset.

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Hi, I'm a somewhat experienced website developer and I've been thinking recently about this board.

So many people have come and gone. So many brilliant stories and fragments of imagination have entered the first page of this board and fallen off the last, shared for moments with a not so stereotypical community, and never to be revisited. Maybe that would feel slightly different were this board unlimited in length, but who knows.

I feel some pangs of sadness for the loss of work and the artists and readers who have come and gone over the many years. I'd like to create a safe place to store and talk about these stories that aren't quite mainstream. I honestly think the deletion of these stories is a loss for humanity.

ASSTR exists, but it can be temper-mental at best, and part of me knows that it won't remain online forever, and provides little in way of discussion.

My main hang ups are hosting and funding. I feel some sort of drive to do something to preserve what I consider a strange yet beautiful art in it's own right, yet the money required to host such a site would need a source, and I would never want a great deal of my real reputation to be ruined from involvement with this kind of community, as sad as that is to admit.

Furthermore, certain countries and companies have different (and evolving) attitudes to hosting such content. It is all a strange thought, but something I feel would be a good thing to do.

If anyone has any advice or opinions (positive or negative) please share them. Thanks.

If the text had come from anyone except Megan, I would have simply added their name to my kill-list, and gone back to sleep. Instead, I grabbed my phone and gave her a call.

“I'm going to strangle you.” I said, by way of greeting.

“Why? You at work, cuz?” She sounded tipsy, but lucid, which was actually rather good for her. and she seemed to be forcing a playful tone, which meant she was worried. Damnit.

“I just had three twelve hour shifts in a row during finals week, because my boss is a sadistic twat. I had one final yesterday between my second and third shifts, and my last final is coming up in... just under seven hours. I literally just crawled in bed eleven minutes ago. You'd better be dying.”

“Oh, Ethan, I'm ssoo sorry. I'll be fine. Good luck on the final, and stuff.”

I sighed. “Are you somewhere safe?”

“For the moment, yeah. It's alright, we'll find someone to give me a ride.”

Megan wouldn't have called me on a weeknight if she'd had any decent options, and I didn't want to think about what kind of person they'd find willing to give a bunch of drunk junior high girls a ride. I wasn't be able to rest easy until I heard she was somewhere safe anyway, so I resigned myself to the innevitable and said, “Don't bother, just text me the address. I'm on my way.”
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Hello all!
I have never posted one of my stories before and thought it might be nice to share one and see what people think. I don't write much but tend to enjoy it when I do. Depending on what people think of this one I might continue it tonight. Please give it a read and let me know what you think, and if this break any rules, I do apologize.

I'll use the tags I think pertain to this story are: ped, lesbian, voyeurism, incest, masturbation

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction and should be considered as such. If you are offended by any sexual depictions of minors please stop reading now. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. I do not advise or condone any sexual activity with children or anyone who does not or cannot give proper consent. I do not condone abuse or neglect.
That all being said, please enjoy my very first story:

Her breath came in short spurts and tiny gasps, her little hand touching and teasing in ways that she had only just discovered. Charlene Mason, age 12, laid on her bed, only partially covered up in her bedspread as she explored the warm and moist treasures between her legs. She found that touching herself induced a pleasure she had never experienced before and had found entirely by accident. One morning in the shower she rubbed herself while cleaning up and found that she got a spark and a warm feeling between her legs. Ever since then she'd tried to replicate the accidental burst, but had failed until this morning.

Last night she had a dream about something she had only heard about in the whisperings of her friends at school, a penis. She had never seen one before but from the descriptions she was getting from her friends, it was certainly something she wanted to find out about. Her mind spent the full day wondering what it would feel like, taste, and smell like to have one in person.

In this day and age of the internet, Charlene knew that it would only take a cursory internet search to find out what they looked like. She also knew that doing that at school would get her talked to by the administration and her father. Looking that up at home would have also been a no-no since she didn't want her father to catch her and his was the only computer in the house other than his phone. There would be no way to get her hands on the phone and no alone time with the computer.

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This is another teenage sexual encounter story with lurid details.

I'm a little disappointed in not being able to edit posts, so I took some more time editing this one before sharing. There's still errors in it probably.

Any resemblance to real events or people is purely coincidental.

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Exploring Amy

mt/ft, teenagers, cons, rough, explicit sex


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