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    No.10367 [Report] AS
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    Hello! I'm Lilac. I've decided to start posting the short stories and drabbles I've written and am writing to the public! Feel free to critique and comment! In any case, I hope you enjoy the stories!

    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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    Westworld


    Chapter 1: Black Hats


    M/F | Snuff | Non-Con | Shooting



    Twin black hats rode on a train to the lawless west. The first and the second were practically identical in clothing and appearance, resolving to change in the same room even. Though the former had only just arrived, the second was a seasoned veteran. He had snuffed a generally large sum of his hosts in his time and was one to brag back home. His feats were only brag worthy in the sense that he had gone farther than anyone in the house, be it a good or bad run, and in secret, he was hoping that his sister would change that.

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    “I’m still so glad you’ve decided to go black hat with me,” Leonard said giddily, bouncing up and down the street. Erin hated it. He generally made an ass of himself, but this was too much, even for her. “No one comes here to do good, trust me! Those who do only do it because their family is watching or cause that little nazi killing zealot inside hasn’t smashed enough fucks over the head with a bike lock!”

    “Glad to see you’re having fun, Leonard…” She replied, following his lead and tying her own honey colored hair back into a bun before placing her stetson over it. “I’m more here to prove to you that not everyone is a goddamned sociopath once left to their own devic-” Air leaves her stomach in a hacking cough as a stray bullet in a showdown slammed into her gut. The lithe blonde fell to her knees, blue eyes wide as she dug into her black blouse for a bullet wound she couldn’t find. She blinked, tapping the flesh until a grape sized welt appeared on her stomach, denoting a hit.

    “The guns can’t hurt guests, sis,” He chortled before grabbing his twin by the shoulders and picking her up. “Now… Go on to the Mariposa. The family that tried their hand against Bethany failed and ran off. I wanna have a go,” He tipped his hat and walked twenty paces away from a brunette with dazzling green eyes. Bethany, as her brother put it, was dressed in a checkered shirt, crossed and tied back to expose a toned, tanned belly. Leather chaps lingered over light brown leather boots the same tone as a the handkerchief over her mouth and the brown of her hat. Erin let her feet go stable under her as she jogged to get closer to the bar but still in view of the show down.

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    Great depiction of violence and suffering in this. I want to write something with violence too.

    I didn't realize that this was based on a show until after I read it. Thanks for including enough explanation about how the premise works.

    What did the Nazi bike lock thing refer to?

    It's nice to see siblings that get along and can play together. I'm happy for them.

    Does "The lanky blonde" refer to Leonard?
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    Holiday in the Mountains (Mg, pedo, tort, implied snuff, foot fetish)

    (note: it goes without saying the author does not condone or endorse any
    of the contents of this story. It is a fantasy and nothing more)

    It was on the last day of my trip in the Pyrenees. I had been doing a
    lot of walking and thinking in the lonely pine forests. Trying to clear my
    head. Occasionally I would come across vacant log cabins; tiny shelters
    for travellers lost during snow or just escape hatches for city dwellers
    once a year to get back to the simple life. Isolated places where a guy
    could really be alone and in touch with his natural side and be natural
    with his desires and feelings.


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    Any updates on story?
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    The silly little poppet tried to run when I went back in the cabin. I held her tight against me, feeling her heart pounding, hearing her sniffling as she held back her tears, her whole body shaking. I stroked her blonde hair, cupped her little buttocks, feeling my cock swell. I held her gently but firmly, giving her a false sense of security. Part of me still wanted to let the girl go. I thought once more of my own daughter, Emma.
    Oh Emma, baby, I whispered.
    Fuck, this is so wrong.
    I felt kind of sick and elated.
    Little Emmy.
    How would I go through with this? Still holding her tight I sat her on the edge of the workbench in the corner of the cabin. She was still sniffling, her eyes wet with tears stared hard at the floor. But she looked a bit more defiant. Perhaps she thought I was more human..?
    I kissed her bare thighs, kneeling in front of her to strong her smooth, gangly legs and ankles and then to put her toes in my mouth again. Lovely little, sweet girly toes. Oh, my cock stiffened some more.
    I let the thought enter me.
    I was going to saw her feet off.
    Yes.
    I was going to hurt this sweet little buttercup. I wanted to watch it scream, feel it buckinging and jerking in agony as I took a hacksaw to her, Just because I could.
    I took her feet out of my mouth, they were all wet with my saliva.
    Your feet make me so fucking hard you little slut, I grinned knowing she wouldn't understand. I'm going to cut your pretty little feet off and i'm going to butcher you... i'm going to fuck your asshole with a knife....
    Now I began to shake with excitement at the reality of these words.
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    No.10396 [Report]
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    The feet parts are great!
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    No.10424 [Report]
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    ah thanks.. it s my favorite thing ;)
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    I lay her down on the workbench and stroked her hair while she cried through her gag. I rolled her onto her belly because her hands were tied behind her. How was I going to keep her more securely fastened to the table though? I took my leather belt and wrapped it once around her neck, then hammered down the two ends of the belt with big rusty nails. She squirmed around but the leather good and hard and held. then there was a vice attached to the other end of the table so i took my shoelaces, ran them through the rope around her ankles and tied it to the handle on the vice. Should hold her nicely.
    I played with my cock again to look at my handiwork: a little blonde poppet tied and gagged face down on the wooden table. the leather strap pshing down on her pretty neck, her hands twisting and writhing uselessly, just above the curve of her lovely bottom and then her smooth calves and ankles ending in a tied pair of feet with soles turned up, tied to the far end of the table.
    My cock was rock hard as I peeled down her shorts and knickers to look at the smooth crevass between her young bottom cheeks which I kissed. so soft and meaty. I stroked her calves and ran my fingers over the curves of her feet. She twitched and flexed her lttle feet, so sexy and adorable, again I ran my tongue over her tootsies. My head buzzing with lust for them. I took the hacksaw off it's nail on the wall. My hands quivering as I held the supple, curvey foot nearest me and pressed the teeth of it to the back of the ankle an inch or so above her heel.
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    Rural Laws



    When I stop the Jeep, Tanya’s wet little mouth slowly slides off my cock and she looks up at me with a grin.

    “That’s just a preview, you know. Just make sure I can show you the rest.”

    Her perky little tits have been on display since we left the ranch, but as she climbs out onto the low grass her bikini bottoms follow, dropped on the passenger seat. Her slit is hairless as she turns to let me see, and glistening slightly with her excitement.

    “So now I’m a trespasser.. Five minutes, we said that, OK?”

    And then she is off, running lightly over the firm surface like the young athlete she is. Not quite twelve, and getting off on being hunted by grown men. It’s a strange world, but I can do nothing but shrug and start my preparations. It’s taken me almost four hours this morning to locate the kinky little thing on the net and pick her up. I hope it won't be a waste of time.

    By the time I have started the vehicle and reduced the distance a bit, she is almost a kilometer out on the prairie. A bit closer and I see her looking back at me, finding a bit of extra speed, but she is clearly nearing the end of her endurance, hair lank with sweat, drops glinting in the sun as they fall. Just as I like it.

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    No.9990 [Report]
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    This is good. Short and tightly written, self-contained, and sexy.
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    No.10000 [Report]
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    You're a really good writer and I enjoyed this tantalising taste. Hope to see more. :)
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    A shame it's so short. I would have liked a little more detail, but still not too bad.
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    No.10433 [Report]
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    Loved it. Short, to the point.
    Specifically I loved the age of the girl, the direct way in which you snuffed her, and how the setting worked perfectly with the story. You are an excellent writer and I look forward to more from you.
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    darkgirlbex

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    Angelina sat beside her brother Marcus in the waiting room, her underwear damp with her juices, his cum still leaking from her pussy. Their mother was sat beside them looking up the the LED display waiting for their names to be called. None of them said a word to each other.

    Marcus sat with his head hung low trying not to thinking about what was about to happen. Angelina was looking around the waiting room at all the other boys and girls, wondering why they where here. She briefly made eye contact with another girl a little older than herself wearing a low-cut top, who was sat the other side of the room with her mother. Their gaze was almost a sympathetic one, they both knew each others tender flesh would soon be going under the knife.

    Angelina watched as another teary blonde haired girl and her mother emerged through a door back into reception. She could tell that walking was causing her some discomfort, the girl didn’t look at anyone as her mother lead her over to the reception desk. Angelina listened into their conversation.


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    No.10395 [Report]
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    bump. castration is pretty far from my thing, but the setup you have is very cute. I picture the same vibe but ending in snuff! thanks for a fun little read! <3
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    Yep! Snuff and non-con!!!
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    No.9874 [Report] AS
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    This time I wrote a Persona 5 story. While my Persona 4 story was mostly cons this one is non-con. Part 1 features Ann and Makoto dying and Part 2 will have Futaba and Haru.

    A Heist Gone Wrong



    Part 1




    Makoto Niijima looked at the other Phantom Thieves that were with her. Ann Takamaki, Haru Okumura and Futaba Sakura were all waiting close to her and chatting. She looked back at the screen of her phone, and read the message from their leader.

    “Okay, so apparently none of the guys can come with us today. Since we are all here, I propose we should go check out that Palace we discussed earlier.” As Makoto said that, Futaba interrupted her:

    “Should we do that without Joker?” The hacker asked with a concern in her voice.
    “Oh please, we will be fine” Ann replied jauntily.

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    Nice story, and you're welcome.

    Looking forward to our next piece. :)
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    No.10011 [Report]
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    Set to work on our P3 story yet, M?
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    No.10060 [Report]
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    Anything yet, M?

    Apologies if I seem pushy, but I'm really looking forward to working on that thing with you. :)
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    No.10370 [Report]
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    This is awesome ;)

    (Although I am playing the game out of the list of girls I've only met Ann)

    Also

    https://discord.gg/wCyfqeR

    I believe you would love this discord board.

    It is where guro artists and fans can share and Enjoy eachother
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    This is awesome ;)

    (Although I am playing the game out of the list of girls I've only met Ann)

    Also

    https://discord.gg/wCyfqeR

    I believe you would love this discord board.

    It is where guro artists and fans can share and Enjoy eachother
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    The story goes something like this...
    A girl gets a job to clean a lab for a scientist. She walks into a tube to clean it but the door closes and the scientists younger daughter shrinks her. Then takes her and plays with her like a doll. The scientist daughter ties up her breasts and eventually bites them off.

    Anyone remember this or know where it could be found would be much appreciated.
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    Awesome thanks!
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    Rin was a good child. Loyal, obedient and trusting of and to her guardian. An innocent, if somewhat clumsy soul to whom the many terrors and tribulations of the world were rendered as little more than inconveniences in the face of her beloved mentor, guide, and protector.

    Sesshomaru.

    He was the opposite kind of creature, murderous, rapacious, elegant... cruel. In both name and nature, cruelty he exemplified, save with the singular exception of his childish companion. He loved her like he loved nothing else in this world. And he knew that even her innocence could never protect her forever from the darkness which was his true dwelling place. But he also knew that whatever she became, whether she recoiled in horror from him or embraced him still ignoring what he truly was, that she would never break. It was the supple durability of her spirit, battered and beaten but never, not even in death, broken which drove him to her.

    This was why, when the first time that he had brought home with him a woman to satisfy his demonic hungers, that he had expected a far different reaction to what he was dealt. Realistically he knew that he could have done the deed elsewhere, out of her sight, out of the way to keep her from possibility of turning against him, but Sesshomaru was a proud creature, hiding his nature a thing as foreign to him as flight was to the vast majority of fish in the ocean.

    “Sesshomaru?” she asked, innocent eyes gazing with pity upon the naked female form huddled against the wall sobbing, “What are you going to do with her?”

    It was not often that the demon dog would speak, much less explain his actions, but Rin was a unique case. She was a special precious thing to him, she worshiped him as the parent, a father, whom she had never known, and a creature closer to him than any other being had ever come.

    “This Sesshomaru nears his time. The woman is here to relieve his hungers,” he spoke, the calm clear and heavy tones of his voice echoing about the chamber. The woman curled tightly into a ball, her sobs covering the room. She was a young thing, not much more than 4 or 5 summers greater than his own charge.

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    Lunar Eclipse (Loli, torture, rape, cannibalism, oral, anal, snuff)






    It was his secret, dark and terrible, a burden which he could not share. On the nights new moon he became a man, on the nights of the fully moon he grew closer to a beast... but in the time of an eclipse, Inuyasha could not be anything but a Monster.

    Eclipses of the sun were fine, they gave him a boundless hunting spirit which he expressed in gleefully chopping down any youkai which he could find nearby, never a hard proposition and with the rarity of the Sun dark times, he could excuse the urge as merely coincidence while his friends were near.

    But there were other times, time far more often when the earth darkened the moon from the sun... when the eclipses of the moon shook from within the opposite end of his bestial self. Where the Darkness of sun would force him to hunt those of his youkai half, on occasion within the darkness of the Moon, Inuyasha would find instead of the vaulted transformation to his fully human form... he would find a hunger, deep and wild for the human form. It had been a long, long time since last he had felt the beginnings of his horrifying predatory urge, but he knew it could not last. And thus when finally it came upon him like a great storm, he would absent himself from the company of his friends least he begin to see them for the tender morsels that they were.


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    Annnnndddd found the other one.
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    No.9090 [Report]
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    edgy boiiiiiiii

    innocent lolis not comprehending eternal torture!

    what are you, 13?
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    Not actually sure what you're trying to say?
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    Torture
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    by

    Crunchberry

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    It was noon, and the waves lapped at my toes as I walked along this stretch of coastline. I was wearing light blue bikini bottoms and my favorite Joan Jett tanktop.

    This was my favorite spot on the beach. I usually had it all to myself. So I was surprised to see a figure in the distance. he was wearing a black speedo, and nothing else. the closer I got I could tell he was reasonably fit. not muscular, but not flabby either. A very attractive man. As I got even closer I began to notice that those weren't speedos, but in fact hip hugging black panties. They weren't frilly, so they could pass as a speedo, but I could tell. I could tell too that he had no bulge. I mean, none at all. Was he tucked? Was he an F2M? Was he simply unlucky at the genetic lottery? As we came closer and closer to crossing paths I could not break my gaze as I wondered.

    "Hey, my eyes are up here" he said, as I realized we were now standing right next to eachother and my curiosity had been exposed.

    "um, I... uh... sorry?"

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    Nathan

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    Yeah....it's true. All of it. I was in the Poker Club, and during the weeks I played with them I was good and made a name for myself. But that's skipping ahead a little too far. I am about to graduate from college now, and have earned my degree, and so that time in my life is just one of those things that I just don't like to think about anymore. Still, it was a hell of a club. Now that I've left them I've gone on to other things, and cards don't even interest me anymore. Still, it was a hell of a time too; a good time even, and without any question those poker games were the best I ever played. Now don't look at me like I was someone evil, or did something that another man wouldn't have done. I'm not that different, and I really haven’t done anything that was that radical. But poker fucked up my life, and I guess the story is worth telling.

    Yeah, yeah...the questions are always the same. My name is Jared, and I was a jock. I can say that without bragging, because it’s true and all of my friends would agree. And yes, it happened to me. But still, the questions linger, and I’m sure you are curious. I know, why would a guy ever bet his balls in a game of cards? And how could a man castrate someone and get away with it once it was done? Well, I know too that you're thinking that if I cut your nuts off then you'd go straight to the police. Perhaps you would. Perhaps you wouldn't. The only way to really know what you would do for sure would leave you with an empty space beneath a soft cock hanging lifeless between your legs. So, well, don't judge me. You have no idea.

    It all happened two years ago, during the fall semester of my sophomore year at the university. I was twenty, and cocky as hell, a college stud who was into fucking the girls and I was having the time of my life. I've got bright red hair and vivid blue eyes that sparkle, with freckles on my face, and I was built and had that perfect body that all the girls crave. I liked to lift weights, and while I wasn't big or really muscled, I was well-toned, with a firm body and a flat stomach that was laced with horizontal lines. Being a red head, I didn’t have much body hair, except for the thick red patch above my cock and two small circles under my pits. That, and a very slight dusting that covered my legs. My chest was smooth, and I could get by shaving every other day. I liked my body, and I was proud of it and I liked to show it off and use it to get the girls.


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    I asked around the dorms and thought of pawning something, but I really didn’t have shit that was worth very much. The next day, Monday, the deadline day, I went to the credit union and was there as soon as it opened. They laughed at me when I tried to get a loan. Hell, I didn't even have a job. Next, I tried the “Advance Payday” places, but of course that didn’t work either. After that I just had no idea what to do. I was really in the dumps then, but even so I attended two classes and begged my professors, but again I got two lectures that I didn’t need and no money for my efforts. My mind wasn’t on studying that’s for sure! After my last class and around one in the afternoon one of my drinking buds jokingly recommended I call up Jennifer Torrance, because she was well known to be from an affluent family and she had always had a reputation for being a bossy rich girl. She also had a reputation for being a loan shark of sorts, and right now I needed the money from wherever I could find it.

    He laughed when he had made the suggestion of course, and I knew he was joking. Jenny and I had gone to high school together, and even back then she was a girl everybody laughed at. My buddies and I called her the “Rich Bitch” and she sure had a reputation, but back then it had nothing to do with money. Supposedly she had paid guys to take her out, and it was rumored she had once offered the school’s quarterback a grand if he would fuck her. Needless to say, she was also known as the class slut. Consequently, I didn’t appreciate my friend’s joking suggestion, but I sure as shit was desperate and it did put the thought into my mind.

    Jenny knew me, and that wasn’t exactly in my favor. She had once tried to get me to go to a Sadie Hawkins dance when I was sixteen, but at the time I had just laughed it off and walked the other way. She tried again my senior year, and that time she asked me in front of my friends in the school hallway. I don’t know what she expected me to say, but when I replied I was more than cruel. I called her a “Fat Ass Rich Bitch” to her face and I sent her away in tears. My friends had laughed at her as she ran away, and at the time I thought it was funny as shit. For sure I wasn’t about to date her in high school. In fact, I didn’t know anyone that would admit they had ever dated her, much less fucked her, and so I sure didn’t want to call her now.

    We definitely weren’t friends, and never had been, and I didn’t see how I could just call her up and ask for money, and I figured if I did she’d tell me to go to hell. But, she did have money, that much was well known. A lot of money. So, what the heck? I figured it was worth trying and of course there was nothing to lose. But the reality was that Jenny was a super fat girl and the very last person on earth I’d ever want to see or be seen with. She had a round face and big fat thighs and she always acted like she owned everyone. And, as I thought of her I remembered the joke about her in high school.

    “How do you fuck Jenny Torrance?”

    “You don’t.”

    “But what if you HAD to?”

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    And so after that I was really pounding her pussy, and as I did I felt her fat snatch as it enveloped and gripped my cock. Even though she was very overweight, her pussy was tight, very tight, and the way her pussy was squeezing my big dick felt incredibly good; surprisingly so. Even so, the truth was I felt used, and in some ways it was the worst fuck of my entire life. But in other ways it was the single most intense fuck I had ever had. She was extremely wet and so turned on my cock was sliding easily within her well lubed hole, and so in spite of her extreme tightness I was soon pulling almost out and then driving into her balls deep, doing full strokes and really pounding her pussy. It felt like the walls of her virgin cunt were literally massaging my dick as I pumped in and out of her, and the feeling was incredible. But no matter how hard I fucked her she wanted it faster and harder and as deep as I could go. And the strange truth was that she was so slippery and so tight that her cunt felt better than any pussy I could ever remember fucking before.

    “That’s it Jared…fuck my pussy. Yeah! Harder boy…fuck me harder damn it! I want it….yeah…that’s it. Yes! YES! That’s it, fast and deep! Yeah. YEAH. I want to feel your big nuts slapping against my ass. Yeah. That’s it! Give it to me. God your cock feels good! Come on stud, give it to me! Oh fuck…FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK! Yeah, give me your load Jared! I want to feel you empty your balls and fill my pussy with your spunk!”

    She talked like some porn star or something, and she was ordering me to fuck her exactly as she wanted. I had always been in control when I had fucked a girl, but I wasn’t now. I felt like she owned me. She was ordering me and I was doing what she said. The weird thing is that part of it was a huge turn on in a strange kind of way. It was almost like I was her fuck toy, and she was in total control. I was being paid to do it, but of course at that point I still didn’t know how much. All I knew was my performance would dictate the amount, so in a very real way I was being graded. Shit! But even so I did her bidding, and as I pounded my cock in and out of her hairy hole and watched her two giant water melons bounce and quiver as she felt my thrusts, she just stared into my eyes and kept ordering me to do what I was doing. And as she did she seemed to savor the moment. She was clawing at my back with her fingernails, and my body was soon slick with sweat as I worked my pole in and out of her pussy like a jack-hammer.

    I fucked her hard for at least seven or eight minutes, and then I started to slow down, because I was sweating so hard I was actually getting exhausted, but she almost screamed at me to speed it up and pound her faster and harder and deeper. I was her sex slave! And the weird thing was that I was very close to shooting my wad, but my mind was racing, and the thought of whom I was fucking and the cash I had to have and the worry of the pending appointment all seemed to keep me from quite reaching the point of ejaculation. I had never fucked a girl for so long and been so close to coming, and my cock tingled and twitched and the feelings were so intense I couldn’t believe it.

    I wanted to cum, and I finally just closed my eyes and tried to fantasize I was with another girl instead. That was partially successful, except that she pulled my head down towards her, and sucked my neck hard, until she had given me what would later become a bright red hickey. The sweat was soon pouring out of my pores, and I felt like I was running a marathon. I was slamming my cock into her by gyrating my hips like a human fuck machine, and I don’t think I had ever fucked a girl as hard or as fast as I was fucking her. I ignored her fingernails digging into my flesh and the way she was sucking on my neck, and instead I just slammed my cock in and out of her tight pussy. I ignored everything, and just drove my rock hard cock in and out the full length of my shaft with every thrust, literally pounding her pussy. I was grunting as I fucked her, and my big nuts were slap-slap-slapping into her ass just below the entrance to her hole. She sucked harder on my neck, and her fingers scratched my back and dug into it with a vengeance. Fuck…I knew she wanted to mark me, to let everyone know that I had made love to her, but it didn’t matter and I didn’t care. She truly owned me, and at that moment in time the only thing in the world for me was her wet pussy and my eager cock.

    I shut my eyes closed as tight as I could and tried to put my mind in a different place. I sped up the pace even more and pumped my rod in and out of her snatch as fast and as deep as I possibly could just to get it over with. But even so it took me a while. I must have pounded her hard for another nine or ten minutes before my balls started to churn. I was drenched with sweat by then, but thankfully finally the fantasy in my mind and the wetness of her hairy pussy and the tightness of her virgin hole put me over the edge and I ejaculated.

    It felt so good and my body was so tense and I was so damn horny that I screamed when I came, and so did she. In fact, we came together, she and I. Her pussy seemed to grip my cock in rhythmic contractions as I was shooting my wad, and from the way she screamed and the way her body shuddered it was obvious we were coming simultaneously and with extremely intense orgasms. She grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into her, driving my cock as deep as it could go as I pumped out my cream and injected my sperm deep into her vagina. I just seemed to shoot and shoot and shoot, and all the while I grunted and she gasped. Finally, after I filled her with my load I was spent, and I wanted to run, but she wouldn’t let me move or pull out, and instead she wanted to savor that magical moment when a man and a woman have become one and the same.

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    Then she added: “I know you didn’t want to do me, but you did. And I was tired of being a virgin. Now that I’ve had a stud’s cock, I am going to want it again. Nobody else will fuck me, and I like being fucked. So, make a decision, and either take the money or don’t. You whored yourself out, not me. But you got off, and you certainly shot a big load, so clearly you weren’t too grossed out fucking the fat girl. Well, don’t worry. Nobody will ever know you’re fucking me, much less doing it for money, unless you tell. But if you try and get out of our contract or if you avoid me or cheat, then I’ll make you infamous on Facebook. If you skip out on me before June I’ll ruin you. So, it’s your decision. Take the check, or leave without it.”

    I took the check. Fifteen grand is a lot of money, and the “job” was potentially a way to make some real money in a few short weeks. And with the twenty I had in the bank, and the fifteen she was loaning me, if I added my truck to the pot I had enough to pay off Henry. I figured that ought to make him very happy. By a miracle I had basically come up with a way to pay off the debt. But of course now I felt like a whore, and in a way I was. I was a prostitute; a gigolo. A male whore. Who would have thought? Oh God….Jenny owned me now! And how long would it take me to pay her back? Oh God…could I really do what I was committing to? I felt so ashamed at that point and I was of course scared shitless my friends would find out. But there was hope now too, and I had the money now to pay of the debt and that should get Henry off of my back.

    After Jenny gave me the loan and I finally got out of her dorm it was ten minutes past nine pm and I was suddenly rushed. I had no choice but to skip the shower and go direct to the warehouse, and the traffic was terrible and the trip took me over an hour to get there.

    On the way my heart was pounding, and as I drove I was screaming at the idiots on the road and the slowness of the traffic, but there was nothing I could do to get there faster. Well, Henry would just have to be patient! I had the twenty grand in cash in my backpack, and a fifteen-grand check from Jenny to hand over to him, and then there was my truck and I planned to sign over the title as well if he needed to be paid in full tonight. So, I had the bet paid, and if I fucked Jenny often, I could make some real money and get back on my feet. Things were looking up!

    As I was driving to the warehouse I was feeling good, and I figured Henry would be pleased. He had always seemed reasonable and I was feeling confident. Now, I know some of you would think I shouldn’t have gone, but at that time I sure didn't see any point in trying to run, and besides, as a student where would I go? Besides, I had the money, and so I was feeling good. And I wasn’t concerned about his castration threat, even though of course looking back I should have been. But at the time I was thinking that all the talk about taking my balls was just that. Talk. And beside, I had managed a miracle and scrapped up the money, and the money was what poker was all about. So, I wasn’t scared. I was of course angry with myself for losing so much money, but I had the thought that I’d get it back. Even win it back maybe.

    The truth was that I was actually pretty pleased with myself that I had managed to pull the bet together in only forty-right hours. And as I saw things, I figured Henry would be happy to be getting paid, and so the logical thing for me to do was to show up and give him the money. I wasn’t keen on losing my truck, but if he insisted I had to pay it all tonight then I was prepared to give it to him, and luckily I owned it outright and had the title with me to sign over to him. But I was hoping he’d let me keep it and give him the last few thousand in a week or so. As I was driving there I wanted to call him to let him know I was running late, but I didn’t have his number. The truth was I really didn't know any of them well and as I thought about it I realized the Poker Club was pretty secretive about its members. But they had always seemed like nice guys, and so I felt ok, and I had the bet figured out and so I didn’t feel the danger. In hindsight of course, I should have run.

    When I reached the warehouse there was only one vehicle parked in the lot. And of course, with it being ten at night it was dark as shit. My heart started to pound faster. I was nervous, but not all that nervous. Usually there were at least three cars on poker nights and the lights in the warehouse were on, but this wasn’t our poker night and so it was strangely quiet, and very dark. But Henry’s black Mercedes SUV was there in its usual place, and he was really the guy I needed to see, and I was sure glad he hadn’t left. But, I was ten minutes late and I knew that wasn’t a good way to start. Anyway, I went inside, to where we had played the games. None of the main lights were on, but there was one ceiling light on in the office where we played, and it was illuminating the poker table. It was just a big circle of light in an otherwise very dark room. Henry was there. He was sitting at the table, smoking a cigar and sipping on a glass of bourbon whiskey. Beside him was the bottle, and next to it was another empty whiskey glass. I hoped the bourbon was also putting him in a mellow mood. I knew we had to talk this out and I was very glad it was just he and I. Henry was just sitting and savoring his smoke and drink, all by himself at the table we used for playing the game on Saturday nights. Unlike poker nights, there were no other chairs at the table, and so I stayed standing.

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    He leaned over and spat on it....letting the drool from his mouth fall down and wet my stub of a pole. As he did he said: “I can see you are terrified Jared. Hell, you are covered in sweat, and you look like you just ran a marathon. Well, I suppose I would be terrified too, if I knew I was about to be castrated. But you bet your balls, and lost, and you should have known this would happen when you made the bet you couldn’t cover. I certainly gave you enough warning. Right now, I think it’s best for you just to calm down, and relax, and let me nut you. Sometimes it’s just better to accept what has to happen.”

    No! God no! His words once again got me to struggle, and I jerked against the ropes and arched my back once again, but it was a hopeless gesture and after another few minutes of uselessly struggling and pouring out more sweat I fell back again until I was flat on the table, the air rushing in and out of my nose as I gasped for air. Every muscle was hurting from the intensity of my struggling and the truth was that I was more scared than I had ever been in my entire lifetime.

    As he was talking to me he was holding my cock, and he leaned over and added more spit to it, and then he started to rotate it in his hand and slide the skin up and down along the length of my shaft. Even though I was petrified and had fucked a pussy less than two hours earlier, and in spite of the three plus shots of high-class booze that was messing with my head, my dick started to stiffen anyway, the way it always gets hard when it’s getting attention. I stared at him as he worked my dick, and I grew harder and harder as his slicked up fist worked my rod up and down. As I became boned, he said: "Yeah....I thought you'd get hard if I played with it. You’re a hell of a stud. In spite of you being close to losing your nuts, your cock doesn’t care, and instead it’s just rising up and getting hard and eager just from the chance there could be sex in the air. Something sure is exciting it! Maybe your cock is eager for your castration to happen, even if you are not? Yeah, you are one very hot twenty year old! Jared, without a doubt you are a truly a stud.”

    Then he smiled, and said: “You know, I ought to just nut you right now and collect the bet you lost, but well, I’m not in that big of a hurry. And looking at the panic in your eyes I figure you don’t want me to rush to get it done either. So, since neither one of us is all too eager for me to start cutting, I think instead I'm going to be really nice to you and let you squirt your wad one more time before I do. Clearly your dick would like to shoot one more time, and it doesn’t really matter to me if your balls are full or empty when I steal them. So, I’m up for some fun if you are. Ever had a blow job from a guy?"

    I stared at him, and I shook my head even harder....shaking it side to side as I begged him and grunted into my gag. God, he was gay!

    He was right about one thing. In spite of having shot two loads into Jenny’s cunt not very long before, my cock had grown very stiff in his hand, and as he worked the skin it got harder and harder. Soon, my small cock had transformed itself into my normal seven inches, and the big end of it was flared and purple. He was looking at it and then he laughed. After he was done laughing he said: "Well, how about that? You do have a nice cock after all. Surprise-surprise! God I wish I were twenty again! No wonder the women like you fucking them. Yeah, I bet you love shoving this beauty in and out of those tight little cunts! When was the last time…yesterday? Did you fuck another hot chick over the weekend? I hope you did, because this beautiful cock of yours won’t ever fuck another pussy again, not once I steal your balls it won’t. Sadly for you, no woman wants a man who doesn’t have his balls.”

    I was shaking, and yet my cock got harder still, harder perhaps than I had ever been in my life. He added more spit to my cock head as he ran his thumb over the end of it. In spite of my fear, it felt good, and I didn’t want it to feel good. As he worked my cock that was slick with his spit, he grinned, and then he said: “Yeah, I have to say, you do have a beautiful pole and I really like the big mushroom head! I like sucking young men, especially red heads. I’ve always had a thing for young men who have red hair. And I've been thinking about sucking you for a long time now. Yeah, you are about as hot as they get. And I also enjoy the taste of a young man's cream."

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    Then without another word he laid the sharp steel right up against the skin at the top of my sac, just between the two rubber donuts that were squeezing the top of my scrotum closed. I tried to struggle one more time, pulling against the ropes with all of my strength, but the ropes were tight and the four goons were still pinning me to the table with their full body weight. I couldn’t move at all! Oh GOD, he was going to do it! I didn’t want to lose my balls!

    He looked at me, and our eyes locked, and then as he stared into my soul said: “You made the bet kid. You knew your balls were on the line but you made the wager anyway. Well, you lost. Losing always hurts, but hopefully the half glass of booze you drank will help make it bearable.”

    He grinned then, and I felt him pull outward on my scrotum a little harder, and then I could feel the sharpness of the blade resting against the bunched up skin at the top of my sac. He hesitated, and let the moment linger, between a debt owed, and a debt paid. Between me being a man, and being a sexless neutered nothing.

    Then his eyes sparkled, and he winked at me, and as he did he started to saw the razor back and forth, very slowly. He clearly wanted to drag it out, to make me feel it for a while as he was castrating me. Or perhaps he just wanted to savor nutting me? What I know for sure is that I was screaming, but the socks that were stuffed in my mouth muffled it. He didn’t care about my struggles or screaming, and instead he just ignored me and worked his blade, and as he was doing that he was grinning the entire time. I stared into his face, and I noticed some of my semen that was drying in the corner of his mouth. He looked into my eyes then as he castrated me, and as he was making the cut he said: "Yeah...oh yeah Jared.....this is very hot. You've got a big sac boy....a lot bigger than the other boy's I've cut. I'll always prize having it and for sure I'll never forget you. Too bad for you that you dared to play cards with the big boys."

    He then looked up at his friends who were holding me down hard against the poker table and grinned, and then he said "This is fun.....Jared sure doesn't like losing his balls, does he?"

    The men watching were grinning too as I was being castrated, and one of them said: "Nope. He’s struggling with every muscle in his body, and I don’t think he’s enjoying this nearly as much as you are Henry. Well, you warned him. Wonder what his girl will say when she finds out? Do you think she will give him another hickey?"

    They all burst out laughing at that thought. As he said that, Henry started pushing the straight razor in then with greater force, much deeper, and I grunted and screamed louder and tried to get free with every muscle in my body. But they were pressing me into the table, and the ropes were tight, and there was nothing I could do but just live through my castration. I threw my head back then and stared at the ceiling and my muscles tensed as he cut off my balls. I closed my eyes tight, and then suddenly I felt the blade cutting like nothing else on earth....it was a searing pain that ripped through my groin and for a second there was nothing else on earth but that blade and my balls. And then, suddenly, that all changed in an instant and after that the sharp pain disappeared and only a very severe ache remained. The pain reminded me of a baseball game when I was fifteen, where I got hit directly in the nuts by a line drive baseball. Back then I had doubled over and grabbed my balls while my classmates laughed, but this time I couldn’t do anything and even if I could have I no longer had balls to grab.

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    Uncle Jim was my mother’s half-brother. I was just thirteen when my father left us and suddenly he was always around. Although he was seemingly eager to help and support us, I found him a little creepy. This podgy figure with slightly receding greying hairline would hug me a little too long and on occasion I would be aware of him being sexually aroused. Then slowly, as I got older and more confident, I felt a sense of gender superiority creeping in and brushed off his grubby groping with overt distain.

    I’d just turned sixteen when he started making innuendos about my reaching the age of legal consent. Then the touching became more intimate. I’d smack his hand away but that just appeared to encourage him.

    “Is everything ok, with you and Uncle Jim?” My mother asked one day.


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    LACIE’S GIFT
    An excerpt from Lami Pi Productions
    by Regis

    Jackson was careful in serving only select clients who had their
    hands clean, with no criminal records or having any known
    connection to organized crime. On the other hand, having had
    many meetings with them and having served their human
    transportation needs for years, he was certain some of his
    clients were Mafia Dons.

    After all, the slave trade, whether it be white or international
    cunts, would be a fundamental moneymaker for the Mafia, and

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    Great piece thanks. I would like to be a member of that Cuntry Club. Glad to see you back here.
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    @Anonymous - The Country Club has a couple of openings, and here's how to join:

    Put $500,000 cash in a briefcase and have it with you;

    Obtain a feisty 8-year-old girl you can safely travel with;

    Contact 3 members of the Cuntry Club willing to sponsor you;

    On a public park bench put the child on your lap and anally rape her; and

    At the Club facility, during your introductory banquet, strip her naked and impale her.

    That's how easy it is to join!
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    The ‘Aa-hua were an all-female civilization with limited contact to the outside world. In the following excerpt, an anthropologist describes one part of their prison system.

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    … This next section is markedly less accessible. There is no stairway or ladder to go back up; it explicitly requires physical cooperation from above in order to exit. Personnel are forewarned that this floor and below will not be evacuated in an emergency.

    The prisoners in this section are known as “the ones whose urethras burned.” They are kept in long narrow cages, on their backs. Their wrists are bound to one end of the cage, and their ankles to the opposite end. Within the cages, they can barely move. Unlike the general population of prisoners, they do not wear a shred of clothing, save for a tight-fitting cloth sack over the head. Tied off at the neck, it covers all but the prisoner’s mouth. These prisoners who could not move have no need to see. Packed within inches of one another, they experience the worst parts of both of solitary confinement and overcrowding.

    One of the few degrees of freedom allowed to the prisoners is that they can thrust their hips upward. This movement is a critical part in managing their body waste. For while imprisoned as “one whose urethra burned,” it is impossible to urinate normally. In order to rid the one’s bladder of urine, there is a convoluted mechanism built into each cage.

    First, a rigid metal collection tube descends from the top of the cage and is kept buried tightly in the prisoner’s urethra, blocking the urine from escaping. This tube has a small opening on its side of its tip. By thrusting her hips up against the top of the cage, a prisoner can cause the tip of the tube to penetrate into her bladder, allowing urine to flow into the hole. It is only by voluntarily raping their own urethra that these prisoners can ever relieve themselves.

    For the best-behaved prisoners, the collection tube is smooth and narrow. Sometimes the prison guards modify the tubes to be more punishing. For minor discipline, they force the prisoner’s hips down to expose the tube, then rub an irritating substance on the outside of the tube, such as chili paste. For more lasting abuse, the guards intentionally damage the tubes, such that they become bumpy and crooked, in order to make it more challenging for the prisoner to accept into her urethra. And for especially detested prisoners, the guards wind rough fibers around the length of the tube, which scour the prisoner’s urethra on its way in and drag skin with it on its way out. This causes painful, itchy rashes, and in extreme cases, bloody lacerations and prolapse.

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    Lovely story, especially the end
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    Always glad to know that someone found it worthwhile to take a look. >>9895, thanks for replying. You’re two for two now!

    Part of the fun is trying out different formats. This one is meant to be something like an article you might find in an old academic journal. Some of the “scenes” would have worked well in a traditional narrative format too, but I think this is nice. I typed most of this on my phone during a long bus ride. It would be embarrassing if someone saw, so I should be careful.

    This story explores the idea of drawn-out death, taking place in the presence of persons who do nothing to stop it. I find that very exciting, so I tried to develop a few in this story. I hope you like them too.
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    The clinical detachment makes a nice change of pace from the normal fare here. Plus, lesbian prison snuff!
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    Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing snuff or things like scat or piss, so tell me if you like it or how I could improve. This first chapter is just a prologue before the real snuff and killing begins so you could skip this if you’re reading after the first chapter has come out. I will also be taking suggestions on writing other scenarios with the cast of RWBY (female centred only) like toilet stuff or gore on it’s own or together like this story. I will only be writing the suggestions after I’ve finished killing team RWBY with the grimm in this story, but go ahead and type them so I can see if I like them and plan ahead. Also fair warning the actual snuff chapters won’t be as long as this prologue as I really wanted to set up the scenario and the background as much as I could with my limited writing experience (it really shows.)
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    Ffs continue this story
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    Finish this story
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    Please finish!
    Wanna see Weiss get brutally fucked to death by the trio of Minotaurs!
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    Your dragon and you couldn’t have been happier. It’s been months together, and in that time he’s been nothing but sweet, and gentle, and loving in every way a dragon can. He brings you treasures from other hoardes, dresses you in fine cloaks from old kings, and tells you stories about the centuries he’s lived. He’s been a lonely one all his life, but with you he lights up and scampers like a pup, always excited to do everything he can for you. He doesn’t even mind his hoarde anymore, opting to sleep with and around you instead because he tells you you’re his only and greatest treasure. But dragons have to eat and he doesn’t want to spend a moment away from you to hunt, so when he finds out about your ability to grow back from any injury and your eagerness to be his meal he jumps at the opportunity. He’s always nervous about it, because he fears for your safety, but as the sessions become more common, he starts to be more and more aggressive.
    The latest time, he started by thrusting his tongue into your hole, using the tip of his nose to rub gently at your hooded cock between pumping his thick, slick tongue deep into you. Then you feel a warmth at your entrance followed by a searing sensation as liquid fire pours into you, instantly cooking your cock and innards with a smell of smoke and cooking meat. It doesn’t hurt, not much, but it feels so *damn good*; you can barely manage a grin at him because your body is quivering from the pleasure and warmth burning through your hips. He returns the smile, his reptilian, slitted eyes and grinning bony skull showing nothing but affection and adoration for you, then withdraws his tongue from your smoking, cooked hole. He opens his mouth again and a tremendous wave of fire engulfs you like a gentle, passionate hug, and you coo and moan and though he can barely hear it above the sound of the flame pouring from his throat, the sound of your arousal and happiness encourages him to share in those sensations.

    When the great wave of flame is finally done, you can see his cock protruding from his sheath, glistening at the tip. You want to go over there and help him, to suck it and feel it pound into you, but you’ve become just a charbroiled human boy - a delicious snack for your monstrous lover. Fortunately, he knows what you want, and as he begins his feast by biting down on your now supple and giving belly and tearing out a loop of your intestines, you can feel his monstrous cock resting on your pelvis, grinding up against

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    I know it's an outlandish request, but any chance of a followup where the man eats the dragon instead, maybe through magic enhancement to their stomach and teeth (but not size)?
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    Becky’s Private Grad Party


    By Regis



    I couldn’t believe how easy it was to get her panties off. The little cunt was actually eager! Greg, Rick and I had picked her up leaving the girl’s junior high school graduation party. Because their lives had been so protected, two thirds of the 14-year-old beauties didn’t have a date to their own grad!

    They left early, bored to tears at a dance with so few guys. They came out of the school gym in pairs, but parted as they headed home, making each of them vulnerable. We talked Becky, our absolute favorite, into our pickup by promising to take her to the bar. She’d never been to a bar.

    We’d paid Hank the bartender fifty bucks to look the other way, knowing he was going to watch everything. It was a slow night, and we were in the nearly private area beside the bar, which was high enough to block the view of the foursome on the far side. Hank had given us fake ID’s a year ago, on the condition that we bring some young pussy in on Friday nights before it got busy at midnight. More than a dozen young girls had horror stories they’d never tell.

    Our talk over beers was about sex, and the differences between guys and girls. I got a laugh from her when I told her I was jealous, because I couldn’t hide anything in mine, while girls could hide all sorts of things. We suggested a comparison, and to get things going, I slipped my dick out of my jeans. It was rigid, and her eyes said it all – Becky had never seen a guy’s erection before.

    I stroked it, bringing a drop of moisture to the end, and to keep things going forward, Greg and Rick pulled out their dongs as well. I tapped a finger into the moisture on the end of my dick, and then licked the finger, to show her how good the product of my balls tasted. We were on our third beer, and Becky was feeling frisky from being with three guys who were not shy about talking about or openly displaying their sexuality.


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    She's not voting age, but the guys found a semi-private place to rape, torture and snuff the cute little cunt.
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    These teen boys have a good thing going!
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    They've definitely got a good thing going, and they've got the right attitude about it. Certainly would be hot to read more of their bar adventures! I wonder how many pussies and cunnies these boys will use up and dispose of by the time they're 20? I wonder if they play with any of them longer, and I wonder how they are with girls who aren't just bar toys, but are part of their group socially in the outside world. I wonder what else Hank gets up to. Very hot story.
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