cons

Consensual

Written by: Spin
Story codes: 1st, cons, Mg, oral, pedo

The 21st century has exploded with the latest and greatest high tech gadgets-and it seems that everyone feels the need for their share of these new toys.

I remember when a cell phone was once the symbol of the upper middle class. Guess what? Today, you'll find over two-thirds of the American population, including preteen children with their own cell phones.

Written by: Spin
Story codes: 1st, cons, Mg, oral, pedo

"Hi sweetie. Where ya goin, all dressed up?" Sandy's neighbor asked as she skipped happily past his front yard, wearing a smile from ear to ear while humming a familiar tune.

"Oh hi, Mr. Devry!" she replied as she glanced at her favorite grownup.

"Mr. Devry is a nice man," Sandy thought to herself as she answered his question.

"I'm going to my friend's birthday party on the next block," she replied as she waved with a cheerful lilt in her voice.

Written by: Spin
Story codes: 1st, cons, Mg, oral, pedo

The winter cold was all but gone. Spring was gradually sneaking into the valley, warming the ground and fueling a rapid growth of my spring wheat. Golden fields of this cash crop covered the farm, promising a lucrative return this year and, as you'll soon discover, a nice surprising bonus.

Written by: Spin
Story codes: 1st, cons, incest, Mg, Mgg, oral, pedo

"REACH DOWN IN THOSE POCKETS AND GIVE TO THE LORD AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPNDS ON IT, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" The preacher bellowed at the congregation in a commanding voice.

Nine-year-old Chastity Barnes recoiled in her seat from the cacophony of noisy worshipers as a crescendo of "PRAISE THE LORD!" and "THANK YOU JESUS!" filled the air of the small, country church, known as the "Church of Our Savior."

Written by: Spin
Story codes: 1st, cons, incest, Mg, Mgg, pedo

A Sunday spent in heaven would change me forever, and the way that I looked at my niece and other girls of preteen age.

"Bye honey! Bye Richard! I'll be back tonight so make yourself at home and thank you for watching Wendy," my sister Ann hollered in passing as she left to visit her boyfriend.

It wasn't the first time I was called upon to baby-sit my cute, eight-year-old darling niece, but that memorable day will remain in my brain like letters carved in stone.

Written by: Spin
Story codes: 1st, cons, Mg, oral, pedo

"Watcha doin?" the unmistakable voice of a very young little girl asked as I stood on my ladder while cutting down some dead branches from one of my apple trees.

"Oh...Hi sweetie," I answered as I looked down at her cute little face while she stood on the ground, swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet as she flashed a bright toothy grin. I recognized her as part of a family that just moved into another farm down the road.

Written by: Dudester
Story codes: 1st, cons, incest, Mf, Mg

Part 1
Several years ago, I experimented with writing different kinds of stories, this is one of them. The story contains a story about sex between a man and minor female, and there is alcohol involved. The story is entirely fictitious. I would not advise trying anything in the story.

Written by: Dudester
Story codes: cons, Mf, teen

I really needed a break. After talking to the family, they reminded me that my sister had a house on the beach that would be a perfect stress reducer. I packed up and was warmly received. My sister was a busy person, but I had the run of the place, and no responsibilities - which was important.

Written by: Dudester
Story codes: cons, Mf, teen

This story takes place in the land of "What if?" In 1978, The US Congress became alarmed at the absolute explosion of child porn and the fact that it was big business. Before, only a couple of small jurisdictions had attempted to battle cp, but when it was revealed that cp was forecasted to earn one million that year (BIG money back then), the Congress stepped in and outlawed cp.

Written by: Dudester
Story codes: 1st, cons, Mf, rom, teen

The divorce had been very bitter. My mother ended up with custody. She moved us 800 miles away from our upper-Midwest home to one in the very rural, arid southwest. I grew up sheltered in the middle of nowhere and I longed for rescue, for adventure - to go anywhere but where I was. The opportunity for escape came when I was 17.