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 No.11137[Reply]

So I posted a request on 4chan, asking for requests for erotic writing prompts and places to post said writing. I got "a quadruple amputee being fucked," posted on gurochan. so here I am to post it. Hope I made it to your liking, whomever requested it.

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Quadriplegic

My life used to be such a dream. I was truly blessed. At least, I thought it was. Maybe things had only seemed to be wonderful so that it would hurt all the more when the universe took it away. I was pretty, I was popular, I had a wonderful boyfriend. I was a cheerleader, and he was... well, he was in the marching band, actually, but he was seriously hot. I was going to marry him as soon as we graduated high school and we were both 18 and going to college together... He hadn't proposed yet, but I had a little promise ring on my finger that meant we would be together forever.

That all changed the night of junior prom. He came to pick me up in his car, an old Volvo he'd got from his dad. Nothing fancy, sure, but I didn't care. My parents took pictures of us before we left, Tommy with his short dark hair swept back with gel, looking handsome in his rented tux. I had my long blonde hair done in curls, and had a beautiful robins egg blue strapless gown on. It was a little risky going strapless, for sure, but it fit tight enough around my breasts that I didn't think I'd pop out.

It had promised to be a wonderful night. A magical night. We were going to dance, we were going to party, and, thought Tommy didn't know it, but we were going to lose our virginity. That was the plan, at least. I was going to whisper something to him, maybe on the dance floor, maybe on the way home. Something sexy, and naughty. Something that would make his blood boil, and... I never did figure out what I was going to say.

On the way to prom, a big rig ran a red light. I just remember listening to the radio, then... it all happened so fast. There was a loud crash, and pain, and then nothing. I woke up in the hospital, my body hurt all over, my arms and legs felt like they were on fire, but I couldn't move them. I screamed for help, and a nurse arrived, then a doctor, then the sedative, and I was out.

When I woke up again, I learned what had happened. Slowly, not all at once, they broke the news. I'd been in a coma for a month. The truck driver had had an aneurysm, died before he ever hit our car. Tommy had died on impact. Me... the crash took off Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.11139

Yeah, this is an OP that delivers.

Seriously, this was fantastic! It had just the right balance of sadism to keep things fresh without going totally overboard with it. The setting up the idyllic life before taking it all away is my favorite trope in stories like this and you did a wonderful job at that, making the ending that much more tragic.

Good job, you got talent for amputee erotic fiction!

 No.13421

Can we get a continuation on this one? It's very well done.



 No.13416[Reply]

Reposting this story because I am going to expand the universe a bit.

Part one "one of the boys"

Frank Sardone was a all American success story. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in NJ he had self made himself into a successful business man. He studied haute cuisine in Paris on a full ride scholarship, and now owned a large restaurant that had become a institution over the past 20 years. He drove a big Cadillac escalade, and had a huge house. He had a beautiful family with 7 kids, and a gorgeous wife, who kept her figure even after being pregnant for almost a decade straight. They were expecting their 8th in about 2-3 weeks now. His wife was very pregnant, but this was routine for her.

Frank only really had one problem, and that was himself, and his bad habits. In his old neighborhood almost all his friends went into a life of crime, those that weren’t dead or in jail, had risen to chief mobsters. He still hung out with them all the time. Most nights he would go down to Sal’s Gentle Men’s club, after closing the shop. It was a one stop shop for any depravity you had.

Out front they had a strip club, staffed with mostly 16-17 year old run away girls. For $200 you could fuck them, and for a few more bucks you could do whatever else you wanted to them. In the back there was a huge private area, much bigger then the front strip club. You needed to get past a row of goons to get in, but once inside you were in another country. Basically anything went back here, they had a full Casino, huge lounge area for sports betting, drugs were openly consumed, and traded in huge quantities.

Over the years Frank had become a fixture over here. Getting in real tight with the made guys. Sometimes blurring the line between a mobster, and the civilian he was. He got real close to the owner Sal, and would spend time in the most private rooms in the far back. Here is where the high stakes poker games took place, and buy in started at $500. Fortunes could be won, or lost in a evening.

This is also where the guys discussed their plans, openly admitted who whacked who, and sometimes got even with each other. Sal had a favorite tactic to get people to pay him his money, he wouldn’t threaten the guy, he would just go right to threatening the guys wife. and kids. For the most part this worked, the guy would do anything to get the money. Still since Sal owned almost all betting, probably once a week a guy wouldPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.13417

Part four "Dr feel good"

Frank, and his wife waited in the Dr’s office waiting room, with a few of the kids. Frank listlessly paged through out of date sports illustrated magazines. Finally the hot little Indian secretary called his name.

Frank landed on the Dr’s table with a thud. He looked like absolute shit. Unshaven, and sleep deprived. He had to position himself just right to avoid being sore.

His wife and the three kids sat quietly in the corner, the kids entranced by their iPads, and newborn peacefully sleeping.

Dr carter, New Jerseys best urologist 4 years in a row walked into the room. He took note, of the handsome, but disheveled man sitting on the Dr’s table. He seemed to recognize him from TV or, a billboard, something but couldn’t place him.

“What can I help you with today”? Asked the Dr.

“I need some dick help Doc” Said Frank matter of factly. “I need to get some viagra, cialis or something to help me cum more volume , and get hard more often.” Frank stood up, and dropped trough, his long cock still impressive when it was soft. “I’m also going to need some ointment” Said frank. The Dr approached, and with a gloved hand inspected the long cock closely. Taking note of the children in the corner, and his wife nodding back at him. Franks cock looked sore, it black and blue, with chaffe marks up, and down it. The Dr. peeled back his foreskin, to find a deposit of dried cum, and a still leaking pee slit. The Dr. adjusted his glasses, and trying to be inconspicuous simultaneously gave frank a few pumps, admiring his girth.

“Mr Sardone, it seems that your Penis has been getting plenty of use, I am sorry but I can not ethically prescribe you any medication, to encourage sex. Your lab results came back, and your blood pressure is high, and you are becoming anemic. Is there something you would like to talk about, perhaps I can help you find a support group? Why do you need these pills”?

Frank rolled his eyes and said “Look I spend most evenings these days with my cock up the ass of a various young children at work, and then I get home, and I have a row of 8 kids, plus a whore of a wife who will not rest until they have milked me absolutely dry”…

He let the statement linger in the air. The Dr was trying his best to look incensed, at what was just said, but was betrayed by his foggy glasses, and flushed expression.

He looked over at the wife, and Post too long. Click here to view the full text.



 No.13380[Reply]

My name is Mai and am kinda of shy,

my sister like to talk about how she masturbet every night and that i should try it,  well not my thing yet,


But my first time i did, let me tell you.


It was the morning of my birthday and i went out to this new shop, some antic shop, i saw this knife, with two blades one gold and on silver, i ask the seller way and he told me that, i should buy it and find out my self, i laught and went for the door, he call me and told me to come to the counter, and that it was my birthday, shock that he knows that so i went to him and ask him how he knows that, he told me the knife tld him and it wants you, he said in a deep voice, "go home and cut one of your body parts and you will see, each side is different".


i went home, ran to my room and lock the door, i wanted to see so, i layed my hand and cut my finger with the gold side, no pain no blood, i can see the cut the bone but no pain, i couldent move my finger but when a move my hand closer it reattached it self. i was not dreaming, so i tried with the silver blade, some story but i could move my finger, i dont know what went in my head thet moment but i layed on my back and lossing my belt moving my finger like a litle worm up my jeans, sliding inside, my finger was juste inch from my clito, and then i jsut went in moving my finger around insie deep in deeper, the orgasm was like nothing i experience, i wanted to move my finger out but couldent find the wat out i was still shy to touch it with my are hands but had to, i reach down, started to search with my feel hand with all its finger in my crotch, the feeling was crazy,   my finger find its way out, i freed my hand holding my finger, i remember my sister saying that your own taste is the best, i so but my finger in my mouth and sucked it dry, the rest of the story later.

 No.13409

An interesting idea. This could be a lot of fun. You should clean up this story and keep working.

 No.13415

>>13409

Especially because their user name is 'girl in half'. Really want to see more of this.



 No.8101[Reply]

Applicant for Death: The case of Kotori

Camera shows a young naked girl with short hair sitting on a massive chair with her legs spread and strapped to the chair's legs. A belt around her chest just under her underdeveloped breast fixes her tight against the back of chair. Her wrists are cuffed and loosely chained to the ring on the front side of chair. If she wanted, she could reach her groin, but not much higher. The girl smiles to the camera.

-My name is Kotori. I am about to die.

A kind mature female voice is heard near the camera.

-Kotori-chan, you want the blood vessels on your neck circumvented and your head cut off with a knife. That's quite a unique way to die. Would you tell us why you requested such a complicated death?
-Yes... Some time ago I have discovered guro art. Somehow, it made me very aroused. I gave into impulse and masturbated to it. Before I realized it - I was already masturbating only to death fantasies. My favourite way of killing was beheading. I thought a lot about what it should feel like - to suddenly lose connection to your body and die. But in reality people die very fast if you cut their head off, right? That's such a waste! They get no time to feel their one time and the last experience in their life. I saw videos of people having their heads cut off with a knife. And they still seem to bleed out even before their spine is severed. I want to live all the way though my head being cut off. So I thought of a way to delay my death. Keeping blood still running through my major neck vessels and feeding my brain even when my head is already separated is all I could think of.
-Very clever of you, Kotori-chan. But I must tell you to not expect too much. While your brain will still receive oxygen, your neck bleeding will quickly drop your blood pressure, which can make you faint. And as soon as I cut your wind pipe - blood will flow inside and disable your lungs. Your brain will soon die from the lack of oxygen. I'll have to work fast and cut around your spine and wind pipe first, then cut your windpipe and immediately break and sever your spine. That moment the pain will be so strong that you might faint and not wake up any more. Do you still want to go through with it?
-Yes, sensei. I thought about all those things before contacting you. If there's a chance for me to have this unique experience - I want to take it. And if something goes wrong - I'll still enjoy the thrill of being killed very mPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.11520

I'm terribly sorry I haven't been writing more >_<
Still planning to write two more stories in this circle.
Just hard to find a moment when I have time, strength and mood for it.

 No.12481

Great fic!
Juan Gotoh was a great influence on my guro tastes and I'm always happy to see good Gotoh-inspired works.

 No.12499

Man same here Juan Gotoh, Tsepesi and Ahdualism were my first guro artists. Reading your story i remembered that perfect feeling i had when i first read Juan Gotoh guro comics! Ty m8!

 No.12500

i meant manga instead of comics there ;)
>>12499

 No.13408

>>12481
LOL!! Love you username. :-D

>>12499
Fuck yes! For me, the Juan, Tsepesi, and Uziga were the first artists that I learned the names of and fell in love with their work. Juan in particular. Guillotine Masturbation is still my favorite comic to this day. There's something about the atmosphere he presents and the clean art style that doesn't try to hide any details. I really wish Juan would make more guro stories. This tribute captured that atmosphere succinctly and I loved how the clear simple writing paralleled the visual style.



 No.9977[Reply]

So, I'm going to post up some of the stuff I've completed. Most of this is on my ASSTR account or on Hentaifoundry, but It seems like there's some demand for it here as well.




Yumi's Explosive Climax
Tags: F-solo, explosives, school, exhibitionism

	
School had ended when Yumi finally returned to her school, fireworks in one hand, a video camera in the other, lighter tucked into the pocket of her ripped denim shorts. She crept through the hallways till she arrived outside of her homeroom, it was after classes had ended for the day, but there were still a few teachers and students cleaning up after school. Yumi looked around, she had been thinking about doing this ever since she had seen the “Ruined Girls” website, the thought just wouldn't go away. So, once Yumi reached the hallway she set up the video camera on the other side of the hall, far enough away from her that it shouldn't be touched by what was about to happen. It was an afterthought, there to catch the end result of what she was about to do, but if she didn't get caught she wanted to have what she was about to do on camera. Yumi started unbuckling her shorts. She was well aware that she might be caught. The thought of someone she knew, maybe a teacher, or another student, someone she saw each and every day walking down the hallway and seeing her half naked, maybe a student, just finished with the cleaning exiting a classroom, or looking out one of the class windows into the hallway, the thought excited her like nothing else. In fact she was counting on the idea of being caught, she swore to herself that once she lit the fuse on the fireworks she wouldn't put them out herself unless someone else did it for her. The thought of being caught excited her almost as much as the possible result of her excursion.

	
Yumi fished the lighter out of her pocket and set it down quietly, it wouldn't do to be caught before she even started after all. She unbuttoned the buttons of her fly revealing a tantalizing glimpse of shaved skin to the camera, and then she slowly slid her shorts down her legs, revealing her lack of panties inch by inch to the audience she hoped would watch the video after she was done. Yumi's lower lips were red and puffy, a side effect of the rough denim rubbing against them with nothing in between. Her lower lips left a small trail of moisture between them and the crotch of her pants, revealing just how aroused the stimulation Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.13367

>>13365
Glad you liked them.

As far as working together, I do trades with other writers and artists (mostly writers), and I comission other writers. But I don't take requests. That sort of thing gets really toxic pretty quickly, and while I am super motivated while trading, nothing about a request motivates me to write, unless it's a story that I really would like to write on my own had I thought of it.

I have done a lot of collaboration work with other writers, especially Wolfmeal and Ms. Masterson. Usually I leave them to post that stuff though. If you want to talk, email me.

 No.13368

>>13367
Do you take commissions?

 No.13369

>>13368
No. Never. They don't motivate me since I don't need the money. I tried once or twice. I never finished them.

 No.13392

Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 1

Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!

Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...

Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.

Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.

Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette's freshly ground cunt and fashioning them into a patty for the chef to fry up on the griddle.

Goddess, the feel of another girl's ruined twat squishing in her hands like that was so incredibly arousing! Knowing that Annette gave this up so that someone else could eat it was just so... Unnngh! It was all Willow could do to keep from frigging herself right there on the spot!

Of course, that was just the highlight of her night sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.13393

Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 1

Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!

Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...

Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.

Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.

Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette's freshly ground cunt and fashioning them into a patty for the chef to fry up on the griddle.

Goddess, the feel of another girl's ruined twat squishing in her hands like that was so incredibly arousing! Knowing that Annette gave this up so that someone else could eat it was just so... Unnngh! It was all Willow could do to keep from frigging herself right there on the spot!

Of course, that was just the highlight of her night sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.



 No.13201[Reply]

This was inspired by one of the Role-Playing threads and meant to be a reply there except :words: happened so it ended up here.




I was on patrol near my village, slightly tense because several of my sisters had gone missing over the previous three days, when I saw what looked like a young adventurer girl kneeling beside a tree, picking some herbs. "Hey, little girl, you shouldn't be out in the Amazon Forest. I'm pretty sure there's someone out here killing off my sisters, and I don't expect he'll spare you just because you're a townie."
The girl stood from where she was kneeling and turned around to face me with a sigh that was slightly deeper than I expected. Now I could see the masculine cast to their face, even though they were small and fairly scrawny-looking, and realized... "I am a guy, you know... ugh, anyway, I've been fighting Amazons, so maybe it's me that you're looking for?"
I licked my lips in anticipation, drawing my spear and shield. "Excellent! I'm looking forward to both avenging my sisters and taking a cute boy like you home as a prize! My name is Helena, warleader of the ███ Amazons, and I challenge you to a duel!"
The boy sighed again and rubbed his cute face before drawing a black longsword, holding it out before him pointed at my chest. "... If you insist. My name is ███, and I will win in the name of ████, goddess of war!"

Hearing that made things a little more difficult, since her followers often had supernatural powers as well, but it also made things more exciting. I leapt at him with my spear, aiming to judge his skill with a lightning-fast first strike that wouldn't be lethal even if he failed to avoid it, and wasn't surprised when he managed to parry it with his longsword and hack at my upper body with almost the same motion. I caught his blade on my shield and pushed forward mightily, throwing him off balance and following up with a kick to the torso that sent him sprawling to the ground prone with a grunt, but before I could continue with my spear, he had already leapt to his feet.

"Ahh... I wasn't expecting to be caught off guard like that. Helena, you said your name was? I guess I have to take this a bit seriously, then."
"Heh, I guess I won't hold back, then. I was hoping to keep you, but if that doesn't work out, maybe I'll just take you right here."
"Ugh, amazons. Well, you are pretty hot for one of them, even if muscles aren't really my thing."
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 No.13383

This is *extremely* good. You should do more in a similar style.



 No.6554[Reply]

PROLOGUE

All her life Lindsey had been fascinated by her mother’s breasts. Specifically her nipples. Specifically the fact that she only had one, what remained of the areola of her left breast crowned by an old, jagged scar where the pink nub should have been.

It wasn’t until she was eleven that Lindsey had asked her mother about it. They had been taking their dog Lancer on a walk through a local park. It was a hot July day so mother and daughter had forgone clothing except for footwear, her mother had a pair of sandals and Lindsey wore pink flip-flops. They where hardly the only ones, almost everyone else in the park was completely nude except for the occasional hat, some people even going barefoot.

As they walked along Lindsey noticed a boy and girl, they looked to be high school age, fucking beneath a tree. As she watched her hand almost absentmindedly drifted to her still mostly per-pubescent pussy, her fingers lightly stroking her outer folds. Mother and daughter stopped to let Lancer investigate a bed of flowers next to the walkway and Lindsey looked up at her mom to see that she too had taken note of the free show occurring a few yards away, licking her lips as she watched the young couple fuck. Unlike her daughter she didn’t actually touch herself, but she did press and rub her thighs together as she stood watching.

However Lindsey maintained her attention on her mom, her eyes, as often happened when her mother was topless, going back to study her scared breast. It was far from the most extreme disfigurement she had ever seen, a boy at her elementary school one year older then her had let his father cut off, cook, and eat his penis as a birthday present. Lindsey had heard that he wanted to be castrated too now, apparently without a dick he was having a hard time satisfying the new desires that came with the onset of puberty and would just as soon be rid of them. She had seen him naked a few times on hot, clothe-less days, she’d found the sight of the short stub that was all that was left of his manhood strangely erotic, and especially liked the way it left his balls better exposed without a penis dangling down in front of them.

Margret watched the two teens fuck for a few more moments before glancing at her daughter. She smiled when she saw that the young girl was once again gazing at her nipple-less breast. She reached up and cupped her tit, her thumb rubbing its ruined summit. Lindsey’s eyes widened, and she looPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.7835

Really could do with some more of this! Great stuff, super hot setting!

 No.8591

Buuuuump

 No.10742

This is a lovely, well-written piece. Thank you! It is yummy.

 No.10761

This is a great story, I like it.

 No.13341

bump



 No.10501[Reply]

Hi, I'm Poguemahone

So this is actually an idea from my pal JestInPieces that he's kindly allowed me to use, cause I loved the sound of it. There's no actual guro to start with, but I've got some typical Poguemahone shit planned from maybe about chapter 3-4 onwards, promise. I'm not physically capable of writing a story without using the word "brain" at some point. Got to build up to it though!

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There’s a flicker of light as the webcam is turned on. It’s a small room with pink walls, lit by a hanging overhead light. A bookcase filled with a mixture of textbooks and airport novels is on the right. Miscellaneous items are visible on the shelves-a hairbrush, loose coins and some sort of comic book action figure, posing heroically for the camera. Across from it lies a small bed, covered in white sheets, hastily tidied. The door out is directly across from wherever the webcam has been set up.


A teenage head pops into view. She had fiery red hair that seems wild and artless in a way that you only get with lots of care. Two emerald green eyes stare into the camera. Then the girl smiles.

“Aaaand we’re on!” she says, giggling. “Hey guys, Melissa here! It’s happening! Wooo!” Her eyes can be seen darting to her right, as if reading something just off camera, before she starts to speak again. “Wow, there’s a lot of you guys on chat, huh? Ok, I’m gonna do a quick recap in case anyone comes in who doesn’t know the deal, and to give people time to log in before we start. That cool, everyone? Yeah? Ok!” She claps her hands and rubs them together before starting her introductory remarks.

“Ok, so for those of you who don’t know, my names Melissa, I’m a sophomore student here at the University of Illinois, I’m studying history-total history nerd. Total comic nerd. Like, for real, don’t get me started. Uh, anyway…” Melissa shakes her head and laughs briefly, in such a way that her fiery hair briefly goes over her eyes before she brushes it out of the way. “I kinda have a bunch of student debts to pay off, same as most of us, right? So I thought I’d so the usual camgirl shit, get some dolla-dollas that way. But I thought I’d do it with a slight, shall we say, twist.”

As she speaks, Melissa turns her left arm around and, suddenly, it seems to twist itself into a painful, unnatural position, as though it were suddenly dislocated. She stands up and turns around, before lePost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.13232

Love your stories. Can't wait for an update to this one.

 No.13287

Love the story! After reading the Demon Hunters story and another extreme fisting story here some time ago I have been looking for more of the same stuff.

>>11665
Ah, that's one of my favorites.

If you haven't already, check out Ahemaru. Draws really wack stuff kinda related. Love the rare ovary play. Not a fan about the birthing though.
Maybe you can find some inspiration if you wanna go even deeper.
exhentai.org/g/970875/b67956d4fe/?p=4

 No.13303

>>13287
What other fisting story have you read besides Demon Hunters?

 No.13304

>>13287
What other fisting story have you read besides Demon Hunters?

 No.13329

>>13304
I think it was 'Extreme Holiday Sluts".

Poguemahone: Sorry for talking about other stories in your thread. There are too few stories like this so I felt it was relevant.
Looking forward to the next chapter!



 No.13265[Reply]

It was a chilly Michigan evening but not too bad. Ella was walking home from a party at a friends house. She had been introduced to a really cute friend of a friend named Alex who ended up asking for her number. So exciting! She had been given a heads up he would be there so she was dressed for the occasion: a lovely black patterned strapless corset, revealing her shoulders which she always liked, and a mid length lovely burgundy skirt. A bit on the skimpy side but still tasteful. Unfortunately, she wished she had brought a jacket as she was now starting to shiver a bit in the crisp night air.

She turned the corner leading to her neighborhood when a car turns out of seemingly nowhere it high speed and comes screeching to a halt next to Ella. She is a bit shaken at first but calms down a bit when she sees Alex get out of the car.

“Hey Ella, thought I’d come and offer you a ride home!” He closed the car door and walked toward her. Her heart fluttered a bit, he was as cute in the moonlight as he was back at the party, if not more so. However, something didn’t feel right. The way he was smirking at her, the look in his eyes, it seemed… attractive and… dangerous.

Then Ella noticed a glint in Alex’s right hand. He was holding a knife. Fuck, how had she not noticed that before now?

Her eye’s instinctually widened and her heart rate increased. Alex noticed easily, as she was now staring directly at the hunting knife, which wasn’t really hidden to begin with.

“Heh, you just now noticed babe?” he says to Ella in a mocking voice.

Ella is speechless, fear beginning to creep into her mind. “I… I uh, I really should get home… it’s very cold out here.” she stuttered as she starts to back away. Alex lets her back off a few feet and she turns and starts walking very quickly down the sidewalk, shivering in the cold air. Then she hears him start to run toward her. Her mind enters panic mode immediately and she instinctually shouts “No please just leave me alone!” as she starts sprinting down the sidewalk.

She looks over her shoulder and sees he is gaining on her. Fuck. Half her brain is telling her to start screaming for help, but she can’t seem to find her voice anymore. In a random moment of desperation, she suddenly veers hard right into the woods. She barrels through a bunch of bushes and starts running like her life depended on it, fueled by the adrenaline pumping through Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.13285

I loved it. More please!

 No.13326

This was great!



 No.8328[Reply]

This is a long one. I think the slow build up helps the story, but if you grow impatient with it, or simply don't have a lot of time, feel free to skip to part ten.

Pep

1 - Push

	
"Elizabeth, would you stay after class please?"

	
Titters and a couple of giggling laughs from several of the students filing out of his classroom followed this announcement, but Mr. Riggs ignored them. Elizabeth, however, blushed and ducked her head, hiding her face behind her long hair.

	
"Y-yes, Mr. Riggs." she answered, a bit timidly.

	
Mr. Riggs intimidated Elizabeth a little bit, but then, so did almost everyone. She waited until the last of her classmates had left the room, then approached Mr. Riggs' desk.

	
Mr. Riggs was erasing the whiteboard, his long arms sweeping away the arcane, to Elizabeth, formulas and drawings of chemical bonds that had dominated that day's lesson. He finished, then turned around to look at her with a little disappointed frown creasing his forehead. Elizabeth gulped, her eyes flickering down from his for a moment, then she looked back up at him hesitantly.

	
She did have to look up, too. Although Mr. Riggs was quite thin, with a bald, shaved head, a large, hawkish nose, and prominent adam's apple, he was saved from being scrawny by the fact that he was several inches over six feet in height. He was at least a foot taller than she was. Several of the boys in her class were as tall or nearly as tall as Mr. Riggs, and probably much broader, but the fact that he was a mature adult, her teacher, seemed to make him much more intimidating than her peers.

	
"Elizabeth." Mr. Riggs said, looking down at her, "You're falling behind. Quite far behind. You're in danger of failing this class, in fact."

	
Elizabeth inhaled sharply at his statement. She had known that she wasn't doing well, but to be in danger of failing completely?

	
"But, Mr. Riggs, I read all the chapters in the text book you assign, and I try to do my homework." She replied, hurriedly. "I'm really trying, but none of it makes any sense."

	
"You're really reading everything I assign?" Mr. Riggs asked, quirking one eyebrow up interrogatively.

	
"Er, well, most of them." Elizabeth hedged, looking a little sheepish. "I try to read them all, but sometimes Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.9092

I applaud your patience in writing filler.

Also, methamphetamine??? I'm curious. Or was it coke?

 No.9105

>>9079
>>9092

I know virtually nothing about drugs, so I just sort of globbed most of the stereotypical effects and side effects associated with drug use into one little white powder.

Whatever it is makes one feel amazing, it amps metabolism(or at least it feels like it does), reduces appetite, makes its users more likely to focus on one specific task to the exclusion of everything else, and is ridiculously addictive.

 No.9166

Yup, meth it is. It was marketed as Pervitin

 No.12617

bump

 No.13321

Very nice. I enjoyed this one a great deal.



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