/lit/ - Literature

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Beer Battered, Roasted Wendy.

Wendy took another long sip of her beer as she leaned back with her elbows on the bar, all the while enjoying all the stares she was getting. Buck naked, leaning back so that her large, head sized breasts stuck out to either side of her freckled frame, she had her legs spread juuuust wide enough that everyone in the room had but just to look in her direction to see her pussy.

She was the star attraction for the entire bar.

Of course that wasn't all that was going on, she mused, as she idly played with the meat grade tag dangling from her nipple, a little triangular piece of plastic with a grade “A” logo on it. She was the evening roast, literally the roast. Like a turkey. The Bartender had a sense of humor, and with it being St. Patrick's day, a redheaded Irish girl like herself, tipsy and almost drunk off her feet, seemed the most “seasonal appropriate meal” for the bar's annual St Patties day party. She'd been enjoying the honey infused beer all night, specially made at the bar, and given an unlimited tab on them as she hung out naked after work. Course, this was all given to her just to give her that “alcohol infused flavor” when she finally went over the fire.

Alright, Wendy!” Called the bartender making her jump as she was letting yet another one of the bar's patrons squeeze her breasts, “Order up time!” The gruff man slapped the bar with his hand to signal her to climb up.

“Heh, sorry, man! Gotta go get stuffed.” Said Wendy, grabbing the man's wrist and pulling his hand off her boob. “If you want to keep groping them though, order one. Seriously! Not like I'm going to mind!” She hiccuped, and waved him off with a big drunken smile as she gave him a little push back with her mug hand. Putting her drink down, she hefted herself up onto the bar top, her large tits jigging and shaking as she kicked a leg up onto the counter. Below waist length red hair fell down all around her as she got her kPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Right. This is a sort of "What If?" to my Other Amy Pond Snuff-o-Gram story. Here's hoping you all enjoy it.


Amy Pond: Sexy Schoolgirl Snuff-o-Gram
Tags: Doctor Who, Amy Pond, Clara Oswald, Prostitution, Willing, Dominant and Submissive, scalpel, F/F, Schoolgirl roleplay, Trophies, Fisting, Dissection, Sex Ed, Nipple-ectomy, possible snuff.

“Ah! Ms. Oswald, just the teacher I was looking for." The Headmaster of Coal Hill School called out as Clara made her way to her last class of the day. "Although, your proposal was... unorthodox, since you already paid for the expensive materials, and since it has the potential to be very educational, I have decided to approve it." The headmaster paused, "Room 3A has been set up for your use. Your class will be watching the demonstration via the cameras you requested."

Clara blinked. She didn't remember writing a proposal. Still, she was used to strange things happening by now, and was certainly curious about what was happening. So with a quick about face, Clara turned away from the classroom containing the seniors she had intended to teach basic anatomy and sexual education to, and headed for room 3A instead.

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Amy Pond waited alone in the room the students who hired her had directed her to. Her heart was racing. She knew what she was getting into when she'd signed up for the "special service" section of the Kiss-o-Gram company's catalog, but she'd expected something more... private when the most expensive service she'd offered was finally purchased. The room she was in now may have felt abandoned, but the cameras all around her were a silent reminder that what was about to happen wasn't just being watched, but recorded to watch again in the future.

She also assumed the person she'd be serving would know what they were getting at the outset, but she'd been told that Ms. Oswald, the woman she'd be serving didn't know what she'd been bought for, and that it was her job to tempt the teacher into going all the way with her. Amy's role here wasn't something she'd anticipated, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to it. After all, she'd always wished her teacher would take her when she was younger, and now she got to fulfill exactly that fantasy...

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The room was almost empty, except for cameras and microphones set up on stands around the front of the room, and a single student, a redhead she didn't recognize, sitting in the only studenPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

When I was still Karl Luck, I began a series of short stories about a woman, Melissa Coss, who comes home to find her wife cheating on her with a high school girl. In her rage, she kills both. Over the course of the following months, she starts to feel the urge to kill again.

I am happy to announce that the Melissa Coss Series has been rebooted, and I will keep you updated.

Most Likely Tags: Snuff, Teen, Pedo, Lesbian Sex, and Piss.

https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/Series/melissacoss1.html - Chapter 1

The Vacuum Incident

A cautionary tale

Jill walked along the hallway, vacuuming the floor.

She moved slowly, making sure to push the head of the vacuum into every corner and over every crevice, being fastidious in her efforts to ensure the cleanliness of the carpet. The vacuum was a suck type device, with a long metal tube, that served as both handle and head, attached to the main unit, which was worn like a back-pack, by a sturdy and flexible rubber hose.

Jill was quite in love with her vacuum, which she had received as a birthday present from her mother earlier that year. The young girl couldn't abide dirtiness of any sort, so the present, which most girls would have been less than thrilled with, had been absolutely perfect.

Jill hummed happily as she finished with the floor of the hallway, gratified that not a speck of dirt remained behind where she and her vacuum had passed. She opened the door to the living room, eager to render it dirt free as well, and stopped in her tracks, frowning in consternation, at the sight that greeted her within.

Jill's brother, quite nude, sat with his naked butt on the carpet before the couch. He leaned back against it, with his legs spread wide and his hips thrust out, masturbating furiously.

Jill's eyes narrowed as she stared down at her brother. The boy had recently discovered what penises were for, and had apparently decided to see if it was possible to wear his out. He had absolutely no shame about it either, much to his sister's disgust, and would strip off and have a go at himself whenever the mood struck him, regardless of where he happened to be at the time.

When Jill had complained of this behavior to their mother, the older woman had explained to her daughter that Jack was simply At That Age, and that the only thing for it was to wait until he grew out of it. When Jill had asked her mother just how long that might take, the woman had sighed and responded "If we're lucky, only thirty or forty years." Jill was, understandably, less than thrilled at this news.

Jill's mother had consoled her daughter by telling her that at least her brother cleaned up after himself after each self-stimulatory occasion.

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NEW YORK PARTY GIRL
by Regis



I’ve got no idea how I got into what turned out to be this crazy, extraordinary, exciting lifestyle, but hey, it wasn’t always like this. The truth is, I’m quite a good girl, really. I’m not a call girl, a prostitute or anything, I only fuck friends, and only do it at parties, where everyone’s doing it, and everyone sees everything you do, like nothing ever happens in private, the way prostitutes do it.

I expect becoming a party girl had something to do with how much fun I have riding a a big stiff cock, and the high, even hypersensitiveness of my clit, the way guys loved to plunge their raging erections into me, front and back, sometimes both at the same time, or drive a big dick down my throat, and of course maybe also it has something to do with the wild crowd I run with. Who knows?

Life is all about hooking up. Right? All my friends know I am pretty much a party girl, especially the guys who are my friends, with their constant hard-ons, drilling me at every opportunity, but I’ve got to say I still believe I’m a good girl, because actually everyone in our crowd does it, and always do it together, we never sneak off in private, like a prostitute or anything. I think I already said that.

I never did do drugs, since a girl can easily get hooked, and I never got into anything more addictive than grass and maybe sometimes I had a chance to sniff the occasional row of snow. Ya, coke. That’s what people do. Its not that bad, you know, once you get it into your system.

It has definite advantages, because it works quickly, and it makes it easier to take some of the shit the guys who are my friends are into. We’re always doing unbelievable sex. And just for fun, they always like to do weird things to a girl’s sex organ, or give us a tail by poking one attached to a post up our bum, stupid shit like that. Guys being guys.

Right after I graduated with a bachelor degree in philosophy, I found my niche when I got this amazing job as an Esthetician. I was always good at doing my own makeup, so it was a natural fit to do makeup for brides and society women. The job was at this terrific beauty salon, where most of the girls were just out of high school, but even though young, they were really cool. In my department we did the faces of rich bitches, after some of the others did their hair.

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Ben hadn't noticed that his babysitter sneaked out until long after she was gone, Initially the young boy was mad that he had been left alone but soon the boy realized what an opportunity it was. First thing he did was put on the 'showtime' channel that had all the R rated movies him mom didn't let him watch. They were rife with action, violence and the occasional flashing of boobies. The young boy was still too little to be really turned on by them...but they sure were fun to look at for! Once he had his fill he went to the kitchen and ate an entire carton of ice cream before stealing a dozen cookies. A few hours later he came back, snacking some more before heading to bed at nearly 11pm, hours past his bed time. He plopped down in his bed, his little belly swollen with sweets. He kicked off his sneakers, showing of his heavily grayed days old socks before laying down. For a while he was unable to fall asleep but after lifting his shirt and popping the button on his shorts he was able to doze off. Leaving his shorts open and underwear exposed, drool spilling down the side of his face as he slept

Though he wouldn't sleep soundly for long, before long the young boy began to toss and turn in his sleep. His mind doing its best too keep him from waking as a deep pain began to shoot through his guts. His stomach churning a bubbling against the massive intake of sweets. Before long he woke with groan and wicked tummy ache. He rubbed his swollen belly as it churned and bubbled beneath his fingers. Ben groaned again, feeling a wave of nausea strike him. Drool smeared all over the right side of his face, but yet more saliva began to spill into his mouth. Then came the terrible sensation that young Ben knew all to well. That awful tickle in the back of his throat. The muscles loosening and opening up. Getting ready to expel the contents of his stomach.

"Ohhh nooo" He whined, quickly hopping out of his bed, his filthy socks slapping the hard wood floor. He shuffled quickly out of his room and headed down the hall. He was going to spew, he knew it was coming, that tickle in his throat let him know it was already too late for him to have any hope of not barfing. Not even halfway down the hall and his stomach lurched, he instinctively threw his hand up to cover his mouth as he gagged

"Bleephhff" A disgusting gurgling came out of his throat as he upchucked a creamy slime of bile and half digested ice cream. It sprayed out between his finPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Holly shivered as she stood in her families living room in just her panties. She was 14 and had already developed considerably. With a 34 C chest, a 22 inch waist and a 35 inch hips, her 5'1" frame was quite attractive. 'Breeding hips' her father had called them; and not lightly either. She had already had three of his children, a little girl named Mercades, born when she was 12, and had just given birth to twin boys a year ago. The kids were a handful, but her other sisters were helpful. She had an older sister, Clara who had three daughters, two her dads, and one her brothers. There was an older still sister Rachel, but she had been spit roasted and bar-b-qued last summer. She had had 4 girls in a row and had been roasted. Her oldest brother Ken, who had fathered them was cooked and eaten first. The human cannibalism laws realized that just cooking the girls was a recipie for no humans left, so boys were on the menu as well. Girls could be cooked, but only if they had enough children to replace them. That meant three children. Hollies youngest sister, Dana was only 11 and had not gotten pregnent yet.
Hollies brother Virgil, was standing on the other side of the room with her father. She was standing there with Clara. Their brother was working toward his journeymen certificate as a longpig chef and he needed a subject to snuff. As the only girls in his family he could practice on (their mom had been snuffed several years ago) he was picking between the two. Virgils eyes finally landed on Holly and he nodded. Her father dismissed Clara from the room. And they went into the back yard to practice.
"Go in just under the sternum, down, around the belly button, and end just above the cunt" Hollies brother demonstrated with a finger simulating the knife. Holly was on all fours with her brother behind her. He had been pointing out the things he needed to know for the journeymans exam. He was going to be getting a longpig selected from the lottery, but was allowed to practice at home under the eyes of his father, who was a master chef.
"Correct," said his father. "You're doing very well, I'm sure you'll pass this exam with flying colors."
"I sure hope so," said Virgil.
"Well, I think that's about all for now, and I'm sure you could use some time to relieve some stress." Jonas nodded to his daughter, "So I'll leave you two alone to do that."
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Serena and I were enjoying our moment at the beach.

“It’s so great that we’ve managed to get the beach to ourselves.” She said to me.

“Yeah…” I muttered. I was a little too shy to look at her directly. Even as her body was submerged with the water, her gorgeous face with her shimmering blue eyes were too much for me to handle without tackling her for a hug. She swam over to me.

“You know, seeing as we’re alone and all that…” She gave me a seductive look. I blushed.

“Wait, what?” I asked her. Before anything else happened, Serena held her gut in pain. “H-hey! Are you alright?” Serena began to sink. I panicked and grabbed her, swimming as fast as I can to the shore. I knew we should have waited an hour before eating.

Eventually we got to the shore. I was carrying her in my arms and placed her on my towel. I got her mouth to open as I tried my best to attempt CPR. At least, I tried to. I placed my hands on her chest and pumped it up and down while breathing into her mouth. There was no one else to help me with the CPR, so I was stuck on my own. Up, down, up, down. I tried my hardest, but I wasn’t able to fully know CPR. By about five minutes, I froze in despair as I fully convinced myself that I couldn’t revive her. I looked at my hands as they hovered over her chest…

I had one hand hover over her breast. I squeezed it… It felt warm. I could feel her nipple poking my hand as I kept squeezing. I looked at her open mouth and moved for it, kissing her and giving her my tongue. I gently moaned as I got on top of her to feel her remaining warmth plus the warmth of her still-wet body. My legs moved around as my knee touched something: her crotch. I got up and looked at her in her white one-piece bikini. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. I looked to her crotch. I had to see it. I got to the crotch part and slid it away, revealing to me her vagina.

There were a few folds to it and bristles of blond pubic hair. Her vagina was wet from the water, as was her bikini. I took off my briefs and raised her legs. I slid my penis into her and thrust. I panted as I pressed in and out, looking as Serena’s breasts jiggled. Her body was very warm. I moved in and kissed her, swishing my tongue around with hers. I moved her arms and placed them on my back as if she was embracing me. This, along with kissing her was causing me to orgasm. But I didn’t want to cum inside her. I pulled out and jacked off, sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hello everyone! I am not new to this site in terms of browsing, but certainly in posting. I am a writer who, as the subject line says, writes scat related stories. While I might not be prompt with replies and whatnot, I wanted to post some of my work here on this site to spread my name a bit. Whether or not I post all of it here, I'm unsure of, but I do have other sites I post to.

You can also find my work on Tumblr and on my recently remade HF account.
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I will post a few of my works below, so people can see how I write.

The thing that awoke Victoria first were the distant screams. Pained, horrific screams that were utterly impossible to ignore. Cold sweat doused her forehead, and her chest rose and fell as she recovered from some terrifying nightmare that, at the moment, she couldn’t seem to recall. She swallowed, her smooth throat bulging ever so slightly. She looked around, attempting to take in her surroundings, but all she could note was the close blackness and her positioning. Nothing was making sense. Where was she? What was happening? Who was screaming? Why was she… why was she entirely naked? She could feel her limbs all stretched apart like the Vitruvian Man, held up by tight restraints that seemed to be a part of the wall she was pressed against. As she slowly regained more confidence, the prospect of struggling became more and more relevant in her mind. She blinked twice rapidly then lurched forward, as if hoping to break one of the restrains. Nothing, of course, but her somewhat hefty body jiggling.

“It’s… no use…” she heard a voice say above her. It was quiet and raspy, hushed and extremely stressed. She had heard the voice before, but something about it was so different she just couldn’t tell. It sounded dry, as if she had been awake much, much longer than Victoria had been. She looked up. Directly above her was another girl in the exact same position as her, yet Victoria couldn’t see her face. Just a rather plump, delectable pussy that preceded a taut anus pulled open by her stretched cheeks. Beyond that, Tori could see only breasts, firm and round with quite a bit of weight, not too dissimilar to her own.

“Who are you?” Victoria asked quietly.

“Shannon. There’s no use trying to escape…”

Shannon? Her sister? None of this was making sense: being bound up naked underneath her own sister, the sound of distant screaming. What was happening? What was going to happen?

In the distance, Victoria suddenly heard a low buzzing, followed by the loudest screams she had yet to hear. Her eyebrows pushed together, forming creases on her forehead, in fear and confusion. The confusion followed when the screams died out suddenly. The distant buzz clicked off. Now there was nothing. No sound but the soft, heavy breaths of her and her sister. What could she do now? It was obviously no time for small talk with her sister, and as time progressed worry welled up more and more inside her.

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