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Point to his Dreamcast. "This is the best. House of the Dead?"

Harlan walked into the room marked "STOCKADE", the heels of his bots thudding on the wooden floor. After the silence of the deep, soft carpet of the rest of the club the noise and echo off the hard walls seemed deafening. There was one pretty ass presented. Above it hung a picture of the girl. Dark and pretty, with bright green eyes. He stopped behind her, placed a hand on her ass and leaned close to the picture. "Well, that's a bold choice." He observed aloud as he stood upright. "Let's see what we've got her shall we?" He asked. Knowing she wouldn't answer - the rules forbade it. He smacked the round flesh of her presented ass and watched appreciatively as it jiggled, the pink heat raising on her skin. Harlan's strong, hard hand grabbed her other ass cheek and squeezed, giving it a rough shake. He gave that cheek a quick slap as well before he used both hands to spread her cheeks wide. He whistled appreciatively and let one side go. He stroked her slick snatch with one finger and knelt behind her to examine the luscious slit. "That'll do real nice." He chuckled. He stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and smacked her ass with it. Then he waited, stepping back and stroking his curved prick while she stewed, grinning to himself. He looked toward the entrance and saw no other patrons arriving yet, so he let her wait a while longer. He stepped close on his toes, careful to be quiet and lined his cock up with her slippery fuckhole. He slapped her ass hard and drove his prick deep into her waiting, aching cunt with one hard thrust. She was hot, wet and welcoming and Harlan bit back a groan. He plowed her tight little cunt with long, hard strokes, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing her thighs and ass cheeks. He fucked for his pleasure alone, unconcerned with whether the nameless pussyhole was enjoying herself. Harlan merely pounded away, working toward is own release. He looked down and saw the pink star of her asshole and decided he'd avail himself of that little treat too. So he slammed the long arc of his prick into her sopping cunt once more and pulled completely out only to plunge into her ass with the same, savage, single push. He didn't manage to completely stifle his moan this time. He took long, fast thrusts, watching as the little pink ring stretch and clung to his shaft as he bulled his way into her bowels. He could feel his orgasm rushing up on him and grabbed the girl's hips and began to hammer away mercilessly until finally he made a final, frenzied push as his cum boiled into her ass. He stood, his jeans covered crotch pressed tightly to her ass, shivering and quivering as jets of cum spurt into her. When the last wave had died away, Harlan pulled his cock free and watched for a moment as a drop of cum trickled out of her puckered asshole and onto her glistening pink slit. He smacked her ass and walked away in silence.

OOC: I just realized that I never checked (and you carefully, and quite cleverly, never said) the original narrator's gender. I don't know if that was an intentional experiment or a happy accident, but I've learned I need to be a lot more careful about the assumptions I make.

"Well, Candy - look at you." Dave said, basketball game forgotten in the light of the nearly naked nymph in front of him. Her nipples were plain to see through the tight, thin fabric of her bikini top. Unlike Tammy there wasn't stray cunt hairs sticking out of her bikini bottoms here and there. He reached out and stroked her hip. "She's pretty pissed - be a while before she can even stumble out." He wrapped the string of her tied bow around his finger as he spoke. He tugged and the bow pulled free, leaving her bottoms hanging precariously by just the simple knot. "Plenty of time for us to have some fun." He said, smiling as he slipped his finger under the knot and undid it. The triangles of fabric at the front and back fell to the other side, revealing her light, neatly trimmed pubic patch. "Well now," he said, smiling up from his chair before his eyes fell back to her sparsely covered mound, "who's that all polished up for?" Heslid his finger between her legs and could feel the first drops of dew gathering. He flexed in his chair, bridging his ass off the seat and slid his basketball shorts to his knees. He sank back on to the seat and shook the shorts to his ankles and kicked them toward the kitchen. His erect cock curved upwards out of his thick, dark pubic hair. Dave nodded at it, "Never even stuck it in her, Candy so it's all nice and fresh for you." He tugged her forward by the remaining side of her bikini bottoms and slid them over her hip, letting them drop to the floor. Dave guided her to his lap, "You excited, Candy? Go ahead and take that top off, too."

Formatting on mobile is a pain. Not much to be done about the extra line spacing, so sorry. Hauled backwards by hands strong and manicured Leering, jeering voices the scent of man, odor of sweat and damp towel A loud click then it begins Cocks. A sea of foreskin, flared heads in every hue First one finds cunt and another mouth In moments hard hands lifting pale, slender body trapped between soft mass and hard muscle Ass filled too And thrusting thrusting thrusting Semen cum sperm Thick ropes of strangers' jizz. In you On you Some thick, rich and welcome Some thin, greasy, bitter gruel One so big it hurts One so small it goes unnoticed Always thrusting thrusting thrusting Semen cum sperm Faces grin and grunt and groan Body aches, used, filled, slick with orgasm, slime and sweat Still more, then splayed and gaping from over use two fat cocks press into open cunt Cheering, claps and load of seed in eyes Hair glued down with slobber mixed with sperm Horror? Terror? Exhaustion Exultation Still more thrusting thrusting thrusting Semen cum sperm Storm of cocks invading finally dies down Quiet Air is thick with sex Scent of cum and musk and balls Shower turns on Someone drops a towel like a blindfold

It's hard to tell if he's pushing you or holding you up as you make your way to the isolated backroom. You know that it's here but isn't it closed during the week? There's a door to the patio too, but it's hard to focus. He guides you to the red leatherette padded rail of the bar. You've leaned your arms on it on warm, summer evenings when the outer doors are open to the sultry night air. The doors are closed now though. He turns you to face the bar and you can feel him pushing your skirt up. "Shhh" he whispers as his rough hands paw your ass through your panties, "let me help you unwind, sweetie." He pushes your panties down to your knees and stands back. He's holding your skirt up with one hand and you hear his zipper. "Let's have those off and those legs spread." Is he suggesting or demanding - through the vodka fog it's hard to tell. You feel him pull them the rest of the way down and pull them off your feet. You can't see it but he tucks them into his back pocket next to a teal pair of expensive lace undies. Little corners of both poke out. He returns to his feet and lifts your skirt again. "Oh yeah..." You hear him breathe, "that's real nice." He pays your ass playfully and gives it an appreciative squeeze. "I don't know who's gonna love this more." He steps close and reaches around, up, under your shirt and pushes your bra over your breast and his rough, calloused hand are squeezing your tits. It's frenzied and urgent, his need palpable through his hands. You can feel his prick, hard and hot against the crevasse of you butt. One hand leaves your breast as the other begins to toy with your nipple. You can feel him guiding his throbbing cock between your legs. He rubs it against your sensitive slit for a moment before you feel it pressing into you. He is insistent and demanding and forces his length into you. In moments he is thrusting greedily, as both hands use your tits as handles to pull you onto him. You can feel his breath, rapid and shallow against your ear and cheek as he grunts his way toward an orgasm.

I got that on Tor but closed the window, reclicked the link and input a name pretty quickly - the first time I had waited for half an hour while I did other stuff - and it worked fine. It may be the server isn't especially stable.

loins on fire

So... @IsabellaRose Utgar's Chronicles is great! I'm in there for sure. If everyone wants to do something else here, I'm up for that too. I like Microscope though and Utgar's implementation is far better than how we shoe-horned the forum to play.

Here's the link to the old Microscope game: https://ecchidreams.com/clubs/150-microscope-game/

@Cute_Bro This is in reference to Shadowrun: The rules are kind of a mess. It's a million dice and 5s and and 6s count as hits. The setting is -well, a thing. My friends LOVE it. Me not so much. The whole cyberpunk elves and orcs looks great on the tin, but the practice is a little funky. Any child can (or maybe only humans - I forget) can become any metatype at puberty, but the "races" have racial identity. I don't get it and no one ever wants to address it. If your want elves and dwarves in your cyberpunk, there's nowhere else to get it, but it's not my thing the way it's done now. I always thought the much maligned Netflix film "Bright" offered a lot of promise, as does "Carnival Row" @IsabellaRose Utgars seems to be behaving nicely with Tor, so I'm checking that out. @Gangsta Moll Microscope is pretty easy. On each persons turn the add a thing to the history that is automatically true and permanent. As other players take their turns they add other things that are also equally true and permanent. Eg. If I create a King Gershone the Wise at a point in history, he exists there for the duration of the game, but the next player may create a usurper who replaces them. There are some more specific rules about scenes and eras, but it's pretty much that simple.

I had a fabulous experience at Gen Com playing Microscope. My biweekly group is a bit more diverse than yours, but it's pretty much all traditional character and combat RPGs. Lots of Shadow run and 5e. Used to be Pathfinder 1e.

I'm certainly interested too. At one point we ran a Microscope game here too.

Fun partner, excellent writer, great characters. All around, a great partner.

Voice of Baceprot concert from last year.

This says little sister, that's what it was originally drafted for, but it's an open prompt. Could be her brother, best friend or alien abductors - let's see what you've got. Dave rolled off Tammy with a frustrated grunt. She was blazed and passed out. He could nut in her - it wouldn't be the first time he'd filled her sleeping cunt with cum, but there just wasn't any joy in it. Unless she was going to guzzle cum like the slut she was, there wasn't much point to giving it to her. Instead, he pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and took stock in the mirror. His new tattoo was healing nicely and the naked Asian chick with a dragon head between her thighs looked hot as fuck. He was still buff and well defined - years on the football team followed by years on the heavy end of a shovel had seen to that. He picked up Tammy's pack of menthols, helped himself to one and lit it. 'Fuck her - if she was going to pass out rather than fuck, she could give up the smokes.' He thought, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he walked out of the big bedroom at the end of the trailer. He grabbed his phone off the dresser and called Tammy's little sister, "It's Dave - Tammy's fucked up again. Come get her and take her home." He hung up without waiting for her response. She'd come running - she always did. She was always flirting with him and would jump at the chance to come over. He was kind of surprised she hadn't shown up a half hour ago asking id he knew where Tammy was. "She was suckin' my dick until you knocked." was his usual answer and the girl had always giggled. He flopped into the recliner in the front room and turned on the game. Tammy's friend, Roxy, had left a half finished beer, and Dave gave it the side eye before deciding the skank probably wasn't safe to drink after. He hauled himself out of the chair and dumped the beer in the trash on his way to the fridge. He cracked the beer and took a swig as he walked over and unlocked the front door. He pounded half the beer before he sank back into the chair and turned the basketball game on.

I don't think I ever will. It's too hard to vote against myself but I'd never feel right about voting for myself.

None of us voted. Nothing to apologize for. I struggled with whether I should vote or not, but I don't think there's a rule about it.

R.L Burnside, The Criminal Inside Me One of the single, sickest guitar sounds ever.

Rhonda sat at the top of the marina, overlooking the docked boats that rocked gently in the quiet, late night surf. The soft hiss as she popped open her second beer seemed loud over the distant creak of moorings and bumpers against the docks. She leaned against the fence and turned her eyes to the stars. She supposed that she should be more upset but she couldn't find it in herself. Kevin had dumped her. She should be - something? But sitting here, with the salt air with a faint hint of diesel exhaust from out in the bay, the soft noise of the boats and cold, cheap beer was about as perfect as the night could be. She sighed thoughtfully and took another long pull of her beer. "Jesus!" The voice shattered her reverie and Rhonda lowered her head to the gangway from the yard house. "There you are..." Rhonda groaned outwardly. "Gina, what the hell are you doing here?" "Being worried about you." The raven-haired woman replied, pointing casually at the beers, "and with good reason it looks like - you off the wagon now?" Rhonda looked down at the line, crushed empty, her chestnut hair falling over her eye suggestively, "That was Kevin's thing, not mine." "Really?" The taller woman, asked, easing on to the bench on the other side of the six pack. "Mind?" She asked, pulling a can out of the plastic ring and lifting the table to open it. Rhonda gave a little snort and shook her head, "Guess not." She slipped her own beer as Gina took a long pull from the can she'd just claimed. Rhonda set the can down and waited for her ex's sister to speak. It was Gina's turn to look at the stars. "Seriously, Gina, what are you doing here?" Rhonda asked, annoyance coloring her voice. Gina rolled her head against the fence and looked at Rhonda, silent for a long moment before she set her beer in her lap. "Trying to figure out why. He loves you so much..." Her voice trailed off as confusion over the breakup jumbled her thoughts. She loved Kevin too, and he and Rhonda were perfect together. Gina lifted her beer and took another swig. She pressed her lips together as of thinking hard about something far away the turned back toward Rhonda, "Why'd you dump him?" Rhonda spit about half the beer in her mouth and inhaled the rest, "Me!?" She coughed, shock clear in her voice. "He dumped me at the beach today. When you were up there talking to that lifeguard." "What?" Gina demanded, bolting forward to sit with her elbows on her knees. Rhonda nodded. "You're lying." "Why would I do that?" "I don't know - so you don't look like such a bitch?" "So..." Rhonda asked, standing up, "you came all the way down here to steal my beer and call me a bitch? Fuck you!" She snatched the remaining three beers by the plastic and started to turn away when Gina grabbed her arm. "Shit, okay. Stop. I'm sorry, all right?" Rhonda stopped herself from swinging the six pack at Gina's head. "Let me go. There's nothing to say." Gina let go of Rhonda's arm, "Maybe you're right." Rhonda nodded and started to walk away. "Why did he dump you, then?" Gina called after her. Rhonda paused, frozen for a second before she turned around, beers dangling from one hand, "Dunno." She lied. "But honestly, I'm not sad." She took a step back towards Gina and extended the remnants of the six pack to her, "Looks like you need 'em worse than I do." Gina took the beers, "Thanks, I guess." "No problem. See ya 'round." Rhonda said as she walked on bare feet up the gangway. "Will I?" Gina asked Rhonda's back, the woman's round bottom swaying as she walked away. "You could." Rhonda whispered too softly for Gina to hear.

The deadline needs to be revised.

Probably not going to finish this tonight, but let's see where we wander off to, shall we? <hr/> "God damn it, Stace! Why do we have to have this fight?" Siobhan demanded, more hurt than angry. 'But she is, at least a little, angry.' Stacey thought, looking down at their intertwined fingers. Siobhan lifted Stacey's chin with her other hand until Stacey finally lifted his gaze from where their hands touched and looked her in the face. "You're beautiful - why can't you see that?" Stacy shook his head, "Not like you." Siobhan gave her head a slow, exasperated shake, "No, not like me - that's be just -" she gave her head another shake. This time faster, as if trying to clear her head, "fucking weird." she finally finished, She gave Stacey's hand a little squeeze, "Like you." Stacey tried to smile and succeeded poorly, managing to look more confused than reassured. "You know that;s not what I meant, Siobhan. Not really pretty." Siobhan threw her head back and sighed. "God, Stace, you're such a pain sometimes." She shook her head as she drew her eyes from the ceiling to her partner's face. "Is this what comedians are talking about when they think they're being funny, going on about does this dress make me look fat?' jokes?" She asked. As soon as she'd said it she kind of regretted it. A slightly horrified look crossed her face and lingered as she stammered out the terrible realization, "Okay, so that was awful." Stacey gave a slight chuckle, "Not great." He leaned into his girlfriend, pressing his face into her neck. "I don't mean to be difficult." "Then stop." She answered. "Get dressed so we can go out. You're gorgeous and I want to dance." She lifted Stacey's head from her hair and kissed him, "with you." She stood up and started for the bedroom to get her own club clothes on, "Come on - I bet you pull way more interest than me." Stacey rolled off his knees and slouched on couch, the large bulge of his cock and balls prominently displayed in his black lace panties. "Bet not." "I'll take that bet." Siobhan said, sashaying into the bedroom. "What do I get when I'm right?" "Dunno. Whaddya want?" She called back as Stacey levered himself off the couch slowly. "Blow me when we get home." Stacey answered making faster progress to the room to dress. Siobhan laughed out loud, turning around to face her pretty boyfriend, "I was probably going to do that anyway but, sure. What do I get when you get all the guys." Stacey pulled off the black t-shirt he'd been lounging in since he came home from work and slid a camisole that matched his panties over his head. "All the guys?" He replied, adjusting the lacy undergarment. Siobhan shook her head, setting her hair dancing. "Oh no. I have one, thank you and he's drop dead sexy."

So, how was it that no one replied to Challenge 8. I realize the contest has expired nut I think I have an idea for that. Anyone going to be mad if I go back and take a stab at it?

I've been thinking about an open RP set at Dirty Grandpa's Cabin at the Lake. My initial idea was to make a new club for it, but that seems unnecessary with this club already organized and inhabited, if not highly active. The concept is simple, MC is a grandpa who lives in a big, rustic cabin by the lake. Any vacation cabin you can imagine is pretty close. Which kids, grandkids and extended family drop by is fine. Maybe the neighbors or people from across the lake too. Dirty grandpa is always here though, eager to play with everyone who comes to the lake. I see it as 4 big bedrooms upstairs - one master bedroom with a big, antique 4 poster bed. Another with a single king sized feather bed, one with a queen and a pair of twins and the last with a few bunk beds. Downstairs is the big log great room, large dining room with long slab table and a bunch of rough hewn chairs, and a big kitchen. There's a big patio that runs toward the woods at the back of the house, a porch that wraps around the front and overlooks the lake and dock. The neighbors on the right can see the porch, but there's no one on the left so the patio and fire pit are private. The cellar is dark and cool with soda and beer under the stairs. Beyond that the rough floor and walls store tools, rope and all kinds of old treasures. Up the trail from the fire pit there's an old outbuilding, open on the sides with a stone fireplace at one end, and an old wood fueled oven at the other. Anybody interested in visiting grandpa's place if I start a new RP thread for it?