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 No.19015[Reply]

-Warnings may change and will be marked

Akiko grunted as an elbow pressed against her back. The set was fairly large, a recreation of an expansive Edo period bathing house, but with all the people standing off camera with her there wasn't any room to move without bumping into someone. For a moment she wondered how different it must have been making movies back in the days before the big population change.

According to her history books the retrovirus was originally designed to beat an old affliction called cancer by forcing good cells to split and multiply under certain conditions in order to aggressively starve out the bad ones. Things had gone well in closed clinical trials and so with great promise it was allowed to spread into the general population. Cancer quickly rates began to fall but it was only nine months later that the real consequences became known.

Apparently the presence of two X chromosomes within a recently fertilized egg had the unforeseen effect of triggering the virus and so there was a sudden uptick in the number of triplets, quintuplets and then octuplets appearing in maternity wards. Within a decade nearly every little girl had no fewer than five or six identical sisters to play with.

The increase in population density was unavoidable but Akiko had learned in school that Japan was already experienced with overcrowding and had quickly adjusted to that. The more fundamental change was to female identity. Parents struggled with the difficulty of raising anywhere from six to twelve indistinguishable girls as separate children and when the phenomenon grew to full proportion society as a whole couldn't handle the strain anymore.

That's why Akiko and her seven identical sisters were legally just Akiko Nakamura. Like other sets of girls they'd been raised by their parents as one person. They had passed their high school entrance exam as one person, pursued a career as one person and even dated as one person. For the women of today the idea of having any value or identity that was separate from their sisters had become an alien concept.

And so it was that Akiko, all eight of her, had by the age of 22 become a famous actress and starred in several exciting historical dramas. Right now six of them were working simultaneously on other sets while she was here as an understudy, observing the seventh Akiko perform the pivotal bathhouse scene.

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 No.19016

Great story. I like the casual death

 No.19018

a lovely piece of work. i hope to see more casual and willing snufftoys from you in future, this was very well done

 No.19023

ooh, that was good! it's a neat premise for sure. I had something along those lines in mind when I started writing my Nobles and Clones universe, but just 'not faking the deaths', not them being actual legitmate actors, that's awesome!

 No.19024

Such a great story. I would love to be an actress in this future <3


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 No.17556[Reply]

(Hello there! This is an experimental story with a interactive element. I tried to do this as an rp but no one tried so instead I'm going to do it as a story! With multiple choice elements!

Here's the plan, after ever tidbit of the story I will give four options for readers to vote on, with a fifth optional choice being written in by the FIRST person to respond after one of my posts. Whichever choice has the most votes when I come around to write will be what I go with!)

Joeslist, a popular dark web version of Craigslist just posted a unique listing in their "prostitution" tab. A rather rare find amongst the many whores of different varieties and ages

'7yo boy, kidnapped, Virgin. NEVER USED'

The ad includes pictures of a rather terrified looking boy with brown hair and stunning blue eyes tied to a chair. Wearing a green t shirt with a dinosaur print on it and pair of jeans an black and white converse sneakers that seemed rather beaten up.

The ad mentioned that the kid is freshly bathed but only has the one outfit, which he pissed in when he was being kidnapped. Somewhere after his kidnappers grabbed him a discussion was had about washing the clothes…but they decided not to… assuming someone may like the smell of little boy piss. As well as he's been fed and hydrated and checked to make sure of his virgin status…though there is no mention of how he was checked.

The ad links to a bidding site, with the starting bid already inordinately high, at least three times higher that some of the most premium whores. The boy clearly could only be afforded to the wealthy, someone willing to give up all their savings…or perhaps a few perverts willing to split the costs.

The ad also mentions that the boy must remain alive and unharmed, as they intend to continue selling him (albeit at a lower cost) once his virginity is spent. This also means no forcing him to eat shit…though pissing is fine as long as the boy doesn't drown. Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets!
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 No.17817

Good to know! Thank you! For the sake of ease!

https://strawpoll.com/baep3p5f

 No.17865

(What an interesting set of votes, but thats it for the last round! I'm going to drop the idea of write in options, too difficult to manage and takes control of the narrative away from me)

The bid krept up little by little, one person outbidding the next in small increments right up until the last hour, where the amount of money being bid exploded massively. It jumped into the hundreds, than into the thousands, until it was down to the last minute. A two anonymous bidders were neck and neck until one put in their final bid a split second before the other.

Somewhere a kind woman, bidding to save the boys life, lamented her loss as the wealthy teen rockstar, Cindy Savage jumped up to celebrate her win. The funds were transfered immediately and the people at Joeslist quickly began to pack their things and drop the kid off at the predetermined meeting spot.

It would be another day before the kid was led, blindfolded to the front door of a large estate. He was brought into the house and after a short discussed between Cindy and the man that brought the boy he left leaving the two alone. Cindy looked the small kid over with a smile before pulling off his blindfold.

The bot would find himself in a large living room in front of a massive black leather couch, a finely made coffee table between him and the girl. To the left was a fully stocked bar and behind him a massive flat screen tv. The boy blinked a few times as his eyes came into focus.

As they did his stunning blue eyes went wide as he recognized the girl sitting in front of him. The world famous rocker gal, Cindy Savage. Famous for her intense vocals and brutal riffs, there was hardly a person in the world that didn't know the 16 year olds name for some reason or another.

She was dressed casually, a black t shirt and jeans with a pair of old white socks on her feet, the soles well worn and greyed. She had them on from her last show, and they certainly smelled of it. Her hair was bubblegum pink the left side shaved and the rest cut into a pixie cut.

"You recognize me don't ya?" She asked as she leaned forward towards the boy, her voice giving a faint hint of a British accent.
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 No.18451

D

I want this to be Violent

 No.18809

you think you'll ever get back to writing loli scat and farts

 No.19001

D/C sound like goos options, i want it to get fucked~


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 No.18976[Reply]

Little story I put together for a set of pieces made by Emikochan

I tried to include some science behind it while mixing it into the story… Let me know what you think!

Your body has warning signs of danger and should rarely be ignored. Panic, pain, difficulty acting, moving or even breathing. Your body has these warning signs to help keep you alive and to warn you of danger, but for some this is just a hinderance for a spell.

It had taken months of practice and play to get to the point she was at. To iron out that annoying panic signal her brain always gave off the moment she started to run out of air. To ignore the light headedness the lack of air brought for the sweet release that came after. To ignore the pain that was washed away the moment that warmth flooded her body.

She thought she was safe; she had practiced for months, used something thin and flimsy that could be easily rendered with her teeth, and /knew/ her limits. Well, the problem with limits is you never know what they are until you push them over the edge, and until you break through those limits. Only then are you truly capable of knowing what you can or can not do, but for some that is too little too late.

This had become her almost daily pattern now after coming home from work. Flop on her bed with a toy or not, slip a thin bag over her head and tuck it into her collar before securing the collar. Normally what took her thirty minutes or more to accomplish was done in mere seconds once her air ran out. That though had an inverse affect in it slowly taking longer and longer to accomplish her peak. The more she did it the longer it took, or that much more effort it took just to peak.

After a while of doing this she had learned to ignore her brain’s panic symptoms. She had rid herself of the panic that made her shred so many of the thin plastic bags. She had learned that the release that came after her head became clouded and blank was strong. She had learned to ignore the pain in her lungs since once the release hit her that pain would fade. All she had to do was tear the flimsy bag with a claw, tooth, or even her hand and she would be able to breathe again.

The problem was with every session the time it took grew seconds longer in what used to take mere seconds to peak. Now it was taking her nearly two minutes without air for her body to peak, but it was the only alternative now. She had trained her body in such a way thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.18990

Really nice storry, would love to see more like it.
For me personally the part where she realizes her demise is a bit short. No time to accepting her fate or even embrace it.

 No.18998

>>18990
I have a long story planned for another piece of art, so there is more to come. You can find me on FA by my username.


 No.8993[Reply]

While I am trying to get back into writing, I thought I'd let y'all see some short stories. Let me know what you think c:
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>>18949
>>18950
>>18951
Fuck off, retard.

 No.18980

Melanie, a little five inch tall fairy, was happily fluttering over the city sidewalk. She normally worked as a chef, but today was her day off so she wore an oversized shirt with nothing underneath. The tiny lady had white skin, short pink hair and light blue eyes behind a pair of glasses.

However, her happy little stroll soon stopped as she heard a gasp nearby. Upon looking, she saw a woman in a business suit on her knees and grasping her chest. She looked rather healthy, so Melanie wondered what could possibly be happening to her. The woman panted and coughed, her free hand trying to type on her phone but was too shaky. Melanie looked concerned and flew to the woman.

“Call the hospital as soon as you can..” Melanie softly spoke into the woman's ear before she disappeared, leaving her to look around where the voice could have possibly come from.

Melanie appeared inside of the businesswoman's chest, her glasses gone so they won't get in the way. The fairy blushed deeply as she saw the organs inside, the woman's lungs about as pink as Melanie's hair and her heart nestled inside of its pericardium. However her lungs were trembling as she couldn't get a proper breath, and her heart thrashed and couldn't keep a rhythm. Classic case of a heart attack, as Melanie figured. She flew to the heart, just tall enough to grab onto it.. but the pericardium was proving difficult to keep a grip.

She decided to teleport herself into the sac, ending up pinned between said sac and the failing red pump inside. Melanie at least spotted the culprit; a dark spot in a coronary artery indicated a blood clot. The poor girl must've been overworked into this state, maybe she ended up the pack mule for paperwork in her office job… whatever the matter, the helpful little fairy took action.

Melanie managed to slip her arms and legs around the heart, having a grip around her atria and ventricles. She let out an aroused sigh, to say hearts turned her on was an understatement. If she couldn't get her partner behind heart play during her flings, she at least got them to agree to let her sleep on their heart when they were done. She always preferred her partners to be massive compared to her. Holding someone's heart like this, hearing their valves slap and feeling their blood rush would of course get this fairy so excited… even if the valves in question were flapping aimlessly and the blood sloshed around in the chambers instead. WiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.12366[Reply]

Welcome to the free use thread. The free use world is just like ours, except a man can fuck any woman he wants at any time (and vice versa). Snuff is not necessarily encouraged but not prohibited either. Most people will watch or spare a brief glance before moving on. Most girls don't want to be murdered but a rare few might enjoy it.

I hope you enjoy the stories I plan to write for this thread. Comments and feedback are welcome, as always.
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 No.18734

Nice, I like it!

 No.18813

i wonder what they were betting…

 No.18819

Thanks!

The bet was on whether or not the girl they pick would suck him off despite having no warning. But it's not the first time my attempt at keeping things implicit didn't go well…

 No.18968

no, that was obviouse. He meant what were the forfites?

 No.18977

I don't know, it didn't seem important.


 No.18844[Reply]

[consensual] [straight] [penectomy]

Short story about a one night stand that turned out to be unforgetable.


The Threesome
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By ShamefulDesire (01/11/2019)

I picked this guy up in a bar. We went back to my place, and upon entering, we bumped into my roommate. Without missing a second, he invited her to a treesome. I didn't want to seem like a wet blanket, I nodded to her to accept if she wanted to. He was a true stallion. I think both my roommate and I were utterly spent by the end. The entire bed was sticky. His cock was enormous and he was still rock hard when we both had to tap out. He sat up at the bottom of the bed stroking his cock, gazing longinly at my well reamed pussy. I was sat up at the head of the bed, my roommate was face down to my left. She had a small puddle of cum in the small of her back. I think she had fallen asleep.

My roommate's cat jumped up on the bed. She was obviously hungry, well passed her feeding time. The cat purred and started rubbing up agaist him. She put her head under his arm from behind and looked up at him. He started stroking her and talking softly. Realising that the cat was hungry, he offered to feed her. He gripped his massive cock from the base and pointed it at the cat's face. She sniffed the tip for a bit and then started to take some tentative nibbles from the tip. I felt something warm descend into my stomach while watching this. The cat continued to nibble away. I nudged my roommate and nodded towards the foot of the bed. She turned over and sat up. The cat had by now nibbled away the guy's cock head. He continued to stroke the back of the cat's neck. He spoke softly and gave the cat encouragment. My roommate had an enormous orgasm without even touch her twitching pussy. I felt as though the slightest touch of my fully engorged clit would cause me to erupt in concurrant orgasms.

I couldn't bare to touch my pussy, it was just too raw. I stroked my inner thigh and came hard. Juices spilled out. My roommate and I couldn't take our eyes off of the sight of a massive cock being eaten by a cat, at the behest of the man. Soon, the cock was all but gone, and the cat was finally full. The cat wandered off out of the room, to go find a place to sleep off her giant meal. The man cupped his hugh balls in his hands. They were big before, but with the absence of his large cock next to them, they looked even bigger now. He finallPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.18906

[consensual] [penectomy]

Short story. The events of Threesome started a fad. A school charity event follows the trend.

Kitten Sanctuary
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By ShamefulDesire (9/11/2019)

"We have to come up with an idea for this years charity event." Traci introduced the meeting of the charity committee at her school.

"I heard about this sorority that gave up cock for lent. They had a ceremony where they tossed all of their dildos and boyfriends' cocks into a fire. Maybe we could do that here?" Piped up one of the girls in the committee.

"That was a sorority of really hot bimbos. We are school girls. What can we possible do to persuade them to part with their cocks? We don't have much to offer them." Said another.

"Actually, the bigger the guy, the more eager they are to do kinky stuff like this. We don't have to offer them anything, we just have to make it unique and interesting. We'll make posters, and if it's amusing and novel, we'll get volunteers with huge packages." Traci responded.
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 No.18916

Hehe,
I wonder if it counts as zoophilia if you feed your penis to the cat LOL

And now Traci has a boyfriend with half-eaten cooked dick ;)

 No.18938

>>18916
We are legally allowed to feed our skin to so called "doctor fish" in foot spas. Why would this be any different?

 No.18945

>>18938
I do not mean that I just say if fetish of your dick being eaten by cat can be considered zoophilia as if you find that idea arousing.
Of course that's only for a comedy purpose.

 No.18973

hmm… considering posting my stories to gurochan.

won't be difficult either as they're already up on hentai foundary n tumblr

question is, how much do i want to become known to be on this site as well


 No.18955[Reply]

She left a trail of clothes through the house. Her shoes and jacket by the door. Her socks in the hallway. Her sweater in the living room. Her bra in the kitchen. Her jeans in the hallway. Finally she dropped her panties on the bathroom floor as she turned on the shower.

She took her time. Enjoying the relaxing, hot water falling across her back and chest. She scrubbed and lathered up her slim frame. As she rinsed she was lost in thought, reliving moments from her date with a guy named Pete earlier that night. As far as dates went for highschoolers, it was a pretty good one. They had seen a local band play at Snead Hall then went for ice cream at Mandy’s Creamery. After that, they made out in his car for a while. He felt her up under her sweater, but she had stopped him from going any further. She had been thinking a lot lately about losing her virginity, but she still felt she wasn’t ready. He had been cool with it, but she felt a little bad because she knew she had probably let him on.

She and a couple of her friends had joined Tinder once they turned 18 to get dates with guys outside of their high school friend groups. They had all agreed that high school boys were just too immature. Her friends had both already had good dates that ended in sex.

Turning the shower off, she wrapped herself in a towel and dried her wavy blonde hair. She saw she had received a text from Pete saying he had a great time. She held off replying, thinking it might make her seem too eager. She overthought things like that a lot, and she knew it, but she also knew she couldn’t help herself.

Rather than texting him back, she scrolled through her photos to pick out a few of her favorite selfies they had taken that night. She figured she might post them later.

She threw on a comfy t-shirt and a pair of floral-print panties. She grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch in the living room and turned on the tv. She snuggled up into the corner of the couch under the blanket and started the next episode of the sitcom she was rewatching on Netflix.

Her parents had been away visiting her grandparents in Idaho for the last couple of days. They were due back tomorrow morning. She felt a little sad that her time alone was coming to an end.

Her date had gone later that she had expected and she was planning on going to bed after a couple of episodes of the show.
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 No.18964

Great story, the stabbing, the rape,the pitiful motive for such a brutal crime. Wonderful!

 No.18971

We need more stories like this on this board. Thanks for posting!


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 No.18853[Reply]

"Is he nice?"
"He's nice enough, I guess. I mean … he won't hurt you much."
"You mean he'll hurt us a little?"
"He doesn't mean it to hurt, it just does. But if you can relax it feels good."
"And he gives us candy?"
"Yes."
"Lots?"
"Yeah. Enough to last you all week."
"That's cool."
"Yeah."
…
"Is that him?"
"Yeah, the grey van."
"He looks old."
"Not that old. Not grampa-old, more like uncle-old."
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 No.18868

“… [screaming] …”
“Olive! Stop fighting it … relax and the good feelings start.”
“… it hurts …. it huuuuuuuuurts …”
“Push deep, Mister. Then let her rest.”
“… UNGH! …”
“There. It’s in. Just relax your belly.”
“… s’ too big … too big …”
“Girls stretch, Olive. You can handle it.”
“… noooooo …”
“Come on, Olive. My sister did it. I did it. You can do it too.”
“… can’t …”
“I’ve taken your turn for six months. You promised this time.”
“I’ll try. I’ll really try.”
“Okay.”
“… not as bad now …”
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 No.18875

“Grace? Teacher sent me to find you.”
“You found me.”
“Why are you hiding in the bathroom?”
“It’s just too much.”
“What happened?”
“This happened.”
“What? … this is a stocking.”
“Silk.”
“Silk?”
“Yeah. It’s what Sissy hanged herself with.”
“Your sister died?”
“Might as well. She’s in a coma.”
“Is she going to be okay?”
“No. Brain damage.”
“She really was sad.”
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 No.18876

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The old placer miner’s shack is quiet, the surrounding forest still. Even the ponds near the river’s edge are silent, the frogs that nightly raise their symphony of rough calls are on alert, wary of the distant screams of a girl in frantic pain and need.

The grey van that parks near the shack above the ponds every Friday night when the parents of certain girls while away their hours at the honky-tonk on the highway, is missing; now further along the rutted dirt road. It is from within the van that the screams emit, heard only by the frogs and those inside the van.

Though the night is cool, the air inside the van is humid, smelling of sweat, sex, urine, and vomit. A girl named Grace is slick with sweat, her hair plastered to her scalp and face. The mattress between her open thighs is wet with urine and what the man that is pressing down hard on her lower belly calls ‘honey’. Another girl is laying beside Grace, holding her tight, pinching her small pink nipples. Her name is Olive, and she is there to help her friend Grace endure her ordeal, or help ease her out of this life.

“… Harder! …” Grace screams at the man between straining grunts, spit spraying past her clenched teeth, “… I can feel it! … I can feel it! …”

The heels of the man’s hands are pressed deep in Grace’s abdomen just on either side of her belly button, the little pot belly between it and her sex is like a hard ball. It is this he is pushing against.

“Push it out! Push it out!” Grace cries out, her once tender voice now raw and hoarse.

“It’s not working, Grace.” Olive says, wiping the beads of sweat from Grace’s brow with a pair of underpants.

“It has to work …” Grace whimpers, tears filling her eyes, and in a smaller, weaker voice; “… it just has to …”
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 No.18965

Props.


 No.11180[Reply]

This is one of my recent Futa-centric gory stories that features a lot of dick-removal.

This story is one of my first to use a new device I call a 'De-Dicker'* and that I had Hitori the Artist draw up for me. So, I advise checking that out first to see what it looks like:

http://frictionbybill.blogspot.com/2017/09/de-dicker-art-commission-hitori-artist.html

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Lauren purred as she walked into the pounding atmosphere of the club with her smooth, black, wrench-like De-Dicker in hand. She purred eagerly as, immediately, she had a half-dozen eager eyes on her.

"Welcome to the-Oh!" The blonde babe at the coat check blurted, eyeballing the slick toy in Lauren's hand. "Oh! You've got one?!? Well, you're ready for a fun time now aren't you?" She grinned, one hand absently dropping to stroke the shaft of her 14" cock as it rose up and peeked above the height of the black counter she was sitting behind.

"Eager girl..." Lauren cooed, brandishing the wrench-like device and slipping the metal loop at the end down over the head of the blonde girl's erect cock.

"Oh! Ah! Ummm... Er..." The pretty coat check girl muttered, biting her lip and wriggling uncertainly in her seat even as her cock throbbed eagerly at having the metal loop slid down its length.

"Such an eager bunny aren't you? Or, is it just your cock that wants to play?" Lauren teased as she slid the De-Dicker down to the base of the girl's cock and snugged it up against her hips.

"OHhhh... Ohmygod! Ohh... oh yes! Go on an-"

*Click*

The blonde girl's blathering stopped short as the De-Dicker hummed and its metal loop began to tighten around the base of her erect cock.

"There we go, like that do we?" Lauren teased, stroking her fingers down the girl's full chest and lean belly as the babe shuddered noiselessly.

Then the De-Dicker emitted a *beep* and a green button lit up.

"Oh! Time for the fun - you ready babe?" Lauren teased, curling one cool hand around the blonde girl's slowly purpling member and giving it a smooth stroke.

The blonde simply groaned, thrusting her cock out hungrily.

"Oh yes, yes you are." Lauren purred, pressing the button with her thumb.

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 No.11489

>>11282

i know a few people who've gotten a penectomy fetish done for real. they survived.

like yea if you like the stories with them dying fair enough but i dunno lets not pretend realism is your concern here

 No.11490

I mean, if you actually bandage it etc, then of course you can survive no problemo, but that requires injecting medical care into carnage and that's just not fun ^^

 No.11774

except they didn't bandage it... and survived anyway.

that wire that is mentioned in the dedicker? that's pretty much what they did. so i see no reason why they wouldn't survive. you can look up "trent eunuchmaker" on google. no bandage or immediate medical care involved.

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 No.18939[Reply]

Sup y'all, I wrote this a while ago. Finally decided to share it here!


Ian Davis sighed, staring at the clock. He had only about 3 hours left being a man. His best friend, Lacey, was turning 15 that day, and it was customary for women to eat a set of cock and balls for their 15th birthday. He hadn’t been allowed to cum for two weeks, and he was constantly horny. He could feel his 13” cock growing in his pants at that very moment. Some women were kind enough to leave one ball and a stub of cock left, but he didn’t think Lacey would be that considerate. His phone buzzed on the couch next to him
Lacey: I might just roast it whole and eat it right off you! I’ve hard great things about the FlavrInjectr 15!
Lacey: Of course, stuffing your sac would make your balls SOOOOO tender!
Lacey: Thank you so much for this, Ian, you really are the best!
Lacey: (picture of her very wet pussy)
Lacey: Look at how WET I am!
Ian: Wow, I’m super happy that I can make you that wet! I can’t wait for you to taste my cockmeat!
Ian: (picture of his hard cock)
Lacey: Yum!
Ian arrived at the party a half hour early, as instructed. “Lacey?” he called, beginning to strip.
“I’m up here!” she called back from her bedroom.
Ian proceeded up the stairs and turned into his friend’s bedroom. She was stark naked, legs spread, and stroking her clit slowly. She pointed to her pussy. “Eat.”
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 No.18948

Nice story! I'd avoid details such as 13" cock, and simply put massive or huge. Let the reader interpret that in their mind.

Reminds me a lot of the story The French Cook by Charlie B. on eunuch.org link:
https://web.archive.org/web/20080611120400/http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/F/newea_55722The_Fren.htm


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