/lit/ - Literature

>>1272112

Hermione was breathing deeply, contemplating all the possible outcomes for getting caught. The last thing she wanted was a member of the faculty catching her right in the middle of her business. The pressure in her butt was beginning to overpower the tight grip of her anus. Her bladder was screaming for release. She squatted and spread her legs; completely content with letting out all her girly shit onto the cold stony floor. “Wait,” she thought to herself. She reached over to her hand bag. It was filled with her pens, papers, and girl items. She looked at it for a few seconds, contemplating the consequences. She decided the benefits outweighed the costs; after all, leaving her logs on the floor may eventually lead someone to discover her. She brought the bag over and slid it under the crack of her ass.

Just then, she heard a door open far down the hall behind her. Some first years exited the room all chattering away as children their age do. Most of the students left in the opposite direction, but two young girls continued to chat outside the classroom door. Hermione was starting to grow furious. Here she was, panties down and about to defecate into her handbag and these two little girls where agonizing her with their loitering. She had to go now! Hermione’s anal muscles were maxed out, if she didn’t shit now, she would go mad. She peered over her shoulder, at the two girls. They were far enough away that they most likely wouldn’t catch on to what she was doing. If they started walking this way, she would be caught.

“Having an emergency Hermione?”

Hermione nearly fell over from the voice in front of her. She looked up and was now staring into the eyes of Luna Lovegood. The girl had the usual calm, monotonous look on her face. Hermione’s lips quivered as she began to speak. “This isn’t what it looks like Luna. I was just uhh… organizing my books and uhh…” A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her blushing cheek.

>>1272116

Hermione. “Don’t worry… Here, use my handbag instead…” The girl handed Hermione her much larger shoulder bag. Hermione held onto it, it was empty. Not only that, but it seemed to be water sealed. Her ass screamed at her, she had only seconds to respond. “Don’t you dare tell anyone!” Hermione said with a stern voice as she replaced her bag with Luna’s. Luna stood up and walked around Hermione to keep an eye on the two girls down the hall. Hermione cringed as she relaxed her piss hole. Piss exploded from her pussy like a fire hose. It was making a noticeable reverberation and Luna couldn’t help but peak back at her. Hermione let out a small moan of relief, but that sound turned into a small groan of discomfort. “Hermione, those girls are walking this way.” Luna softly said. It was too late; Hermione was going to shit, and she was going to shit now. She could hear the soft footsteps of the first year’s as they approached. Sweat covered her forehead. They were only a few meters away.

Hermione quickly threw an act together. She hoped the girls would think she was gathering up her books and papers. She rustled the materials, trying to drown out the sound of her piss gushing into Luna’s hand bag. The girls giggled as they passed and continued on with their conversation. Hermione didn’t know if they saw her. She was positive her skirt covered the hand bag. They passed her. She prayed to all the gods in the world that they did not look back. Her first log fell into the bag and splashed onto her piss. No going back now. Hermione tensed up more and applied all her might into clearing her bowels. “Oh god, that feels so much better…” she muttered under her breath as a second volley of shit exited her anus and plopped into Luna’s waiting hand bag. She let out a long sigh of relief, but there was still more to come.

>>1272120

Hermione let out a soft fart and blasted another log of her shit into her make-shift toilet. “Just a little more…” She whispered to herself. By now Luna had her full attention on the pooping girl. She could only imagine how full her bag was of Hermione’s waste. Luna quietly brought her hand down and stealthily lifted Hermione’s skirt. The girl didn’t notice while she eagerly produced another log from her ass. Luna watched as the brown essence flowed soothingly from Hermione’s stretched out asshole. A second later and it fell onto the already high pile of shit in the hand bag. Luna released Hermione’s skirt and stood back up.

Hermione was breathing deeply. She couldn’t believe it; she just urinated and defected into Luna Lovegood’s hand bag in public. She was livid with herself, how could she have been reduced into doing such things.

“Done?”

Hermione looked up at Luna. “Yeah…” She said as she stood up. ”I take that you probably won’t be wanting that bag anymore?” Hermione diverted her eyes from Luna’s. “Oh no, I am quite fond of this hand bag. I’ll be going now. Glad I could help.” Luna reached down and took the bag in her hand. She quickly latched it shut and placed her hand on the bottom of it. Luna smiled as she felt the warm murky substances in between her fingers. She then trotted down the hall.

Hermione remained motionless as Luna left her alone in the hallway. She quickly snapped out of her trance and scooped up her panties and books. “Never again…” She said to herself.

>hermione
>hastily pressure
>in her butt

Go on

It was comical, really. The first time she'd called you, you'd gritted your teeth and forced out the pleasantries, wanting to smack her with something heavy every time she suggested that your failed, self-laid road to the White House, and her -hopefully doomed - super-highway were the same thing, wondering if it would really be so wrong to wish that the next time she went hunting, it would be with Cheney and, well, everyone knows the risks of doing that. With every "aww shucks" and "gosh darn-it" your frustration had risen, until you were wondering if hitting yourself with something heavy might be the more effective answer.

The next time, she'd needed help. She wasn't coping very well with the sharp end of Washington politics, and you'd laughed at her, openly, when she asked you to help her. "Why would I do that?" had been your exact words, and she'd rambled on, losing herself down corridors, dead-ending, turning back on herself, making it impossible to follow the conversation. Until you remembered what she looked like and that she was a Republican, you couldn't work out why she was the VP pick. It's a bad state of affairs when you make George W Bush look like an enlightened man, but, somehow, they'd managed to find Palin. Amazing. The Fargo-esque accent had eventually driven you insane though, so you'd made an excuse and almost slammed the phone down, your head hurting from almost 45 minutes of trying to follow a nonsensical conversation, rubbing your temples as you tried to breathe slowly. How on Earth was it possible that that woman could - potentially - be the first woman in the White House? You'd been saying, it can't be any woman, it had to be the right woman, and this was not the right woman. But... she was perfect to fire up the Republican base, and possibly sway some of the female and college boy vote to their side.

And, you had to admit... she wasn't bad to look at.

>>1272128
After that, you'd been informed every morning for two weeks that the McCain campaign had requested that you meet with her, and in the end, you'd agreed for two reasons. It would get them to shut up, and, she should provide an entertaining distraction for a little of your day.

When she arrives at your office the day - and very awkward time - you'd requested, she walks in like she owns
the place, just like on the campaign trail, and immediately your ire is raised. Something about the woman, despite the things that should be attractive, rubs you completely the wrong way. The accent, the hair, the perkiness, the informal approach "Can I call ya Hillary?" indeed.

What was happening in the world? Was it really possible that even in the media-driven land of the blind, no one could see just how wrong it would be to hand the Alaskan any power. Even Governor of Alaska was too much power to let this woman have, let alone Vice President - or, God forbid, President.

You let her babble on for a few minutes, leaning on your desk, the fingers of one hand resting lightly on your cheek, curling slightly beneath your chin as you study her. Pretty, yes, that's true, but something calculating is in her eyes, something cold and almost predatory - though you don't think it's in that low-down dirty way. Not that you'd ... necessarily... complain.

"So anyway, Hillary, I was thinkin'" What happened to the 'g'? What was wrong with the 'g'? And thinking? Her? Unlikely, you decide as she starts rambling down one of those long aimless corridors, no escape button in sight. "If maybe you could tell 'em to, y'know, back off, lay down the pitchforks."

"What?"

"The liberal media. They like you."

>>1272123

Meanwhile…

A group students laugh to themselves as the check off Ms. Hermione Granger from their list. Scanning the list, they decided to skip a few girls and go after Ginny Weasley next.

THE END

if you're trying to write something good, I suggest you give up.

You're on tier with other erotic writing though, and if that's what you're going for, by all means. The problem is, all erotic writing is bad.

>>1272133
"Were you watching the Primaries?!" You can't help the surprise. They like you? The media likes you? The same media that assassinated you, because, apparently it's still okay to attack a woman on the basis of her gender, there's nothing to stop them doing that. You could take it though, you didn't let them break you. The question was: would she?

"To be honest, I don't really pay much attention to what goes on in the lower 48. Just the same old Washington politics. We do things differently in Alaska."

"Hmm. I'm sure you do." She misses the undertone of scorn in your words, apparently, because she's off again, meandering through the maze of words and issues she seemed to have learned from flashcards without any comprehension of context or meaning. You barely listen, thinking about anything, anything, to provide a distraction.
That is until she says one of the few things that could possibly make you lose your iron-clad self-control. "I think female solidarity might be a good thing here." Only she says it with a real emphasis on the 'r' that drives you crazy. "You know, you, you, there's a glass ceiling and if you help me we can shatter it. It's time to get a woman in the White House, doin' things the right way."

You calmly stand, walking round to lean against your desk, facing her, knowing that there's something dangerous in
your eyes that she's apparently blind to. She continues "I mean, just because you failed doesn't mean it's impossible. Someone's gotta pick up that slack."

Before you know what you're doing, you have her pinned to the wall, your faces just inches apart, the fury roaring in your head as fire runs through your veins. "Let's get one thing straight. You will never be me."

>>1272152
So much for Conservative Republican. You wonder briefly what else about the Hockey Mom bluster is just a facade, but then you're caught up in much more pleasurable things, pinching, twisting, biting, tearing off her pants and turning her over, fucking her from behind, your fingers sinking easily into wet heat, your thighs pushing them deeper with each thrust, Palin moaning "Oh, God" over and over again. You can't help smirking at the epithet falling from her lips. The God she believes in condemns exactly this, condemns her enjoyment of a woman's touch. You wonder how she'll justify this. She shudders, and you don't ease her return to earth, sliding away from her, pulling her from the desk, stepping around her, pushing her to her knees, leaning backwards as you grab her hair, pulling her close. Telling her to fuck you, knowing that you're completely in control. Her tongue works against your pussy, insistent, a little too much pressure but still pretty good, getting off on the power of having a woman this right-wing on her knees, her sobs mixing amongst the moans as you know she submits. It doesn't take long before the rush overtakes you, and you pull her away, watching as she wipes her face with the back of her hands and licks her lips, her hair a tangled mess, her make-up destroyed. Tearstains across her face as she realizes what she's done, how very counter to her "stringent" belief systems she has just behaved.

As the aftershock hits, the image enough to prolong the shiver a little more, you wonder exactly how truthful she was being when she said that 'living a gay lifestyle' was something she chose not to do. You'd always figured it for ignorance... but you have a feeling now that you aren't her first woman.

Pulling your clothes back into place as you watch her try to process what she's done, you smirk. "Little Beltway advice for you... fuck 'em or get fucked."

And you walk out of your office, head held high.

>>1272133
Then your lips are on hers, harsh, demanding. The younger woman rips her head away, panting. "I'm closer to the White House than you." Your grip on her shoulders tightens, and she hisses. The pleasure you feel at that doesn't come as a surprise. The months of being knocked back, derided, doubted because you're a woman - a capable strong woman - and the indignity of Bible Spice being lauded by those same people because she 'thinks' like a good woman is supposed to make this almost instinctive. You need to reassert your control, the indisputable fact that you are better than she could ever hope to be. Even if she's the only one who knows that this happened.

"I will personally see to it that you never, ever get even close." You lean in again, and she bites your lip before tracing it with her tongue, and you fight each other for control of the kiss, even as you're slowly walking her backwards, turning to push her down on your desk, ferocious, hungry, the anger that runs through you countering an equally heated burn, pushing you on, wanting to shut her up, just, shut her up. Her hands tug at your hair, rough, and you bite down hard enough to draw blood, sliding your hand beneath her too-low-cut blouse, squeezing her ample breasts roughly, nothing but the complex mixture of lust and contempt in your mind, ripping the shirt from her shoulders, enjoying the skin revealed to you as her hips thrust towards you, shameless.

>>1272112
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vTkEzGS5k9ffGOkVg

I only read the ending expecting some kind of twist.

Does anyone have that image of the guys on chatroulette cyber sexing with some dude about a Pokemon fantasy and at the end he slams his dick into the guys ass? That is honestly one of the funniest things I have ever read

>>1272390
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vBaf96dGnOyTMk2rC

>>1272401
http://vocaroo.com/?media=v81QyCaK6n3xSHyyT

>>1272410
http://vocaroo.com/?media=v0c4pK3U3idqMI6yP

THE END

Ahh I came. You asshole.

>Piss exploded from her pussy like a fire hose.

WAIT A SECOND

>>Piss exploded from her pussy like a fire hose.

Sometimes I dream she's laying naked and spread eagled on my floor with a plastic funnel lodged securely down her anus, enticing me to approach with those mischievous brown eyes. I step towards her, returning her glowing, seductive grin with a gleeful smile.

I pick up the bucket and empty thousands and thousands of skittles down the funnel and into her warm, receptive bowels until her pelvis swells and her eyes water and her chin begins to quiver gently.

I wipe away a tear from her cheek and savor the salty tang it leaves on my tongue. She's eager now, taking deep breaths, her earlier attitude of seduction all but forgotten as the intrusive skittles roll and nestle within her.

I slowly remove the funnel and admire a brief eyeful of the rainbow treats filling her insides before her taut little bum hole contracts around them - seemingly vanished. It's a tense moment. She groans as I give her a last reassuring pet before taking her full, milky buttocks in my hands and lifting her lower body tenderly over her head to leave her anus facing the ceiling.

"Ready?" I ask, the trace of a smirk in my tone.

>>1272874
Her eyes remain closed in soft agony, her breasts bouncing rhythmically against her skittle-filled belly as her breathing deepens. I let my fingers trace their way along the crack of her delectable behind to run circles around her pulsating hole. She grunts. It is time. All at once my fingers dive into her anus, gripping the inner walls and forcing them further and further apart until sufficiently gaped.

"Okay, Mary, now!"
Her tummy rumbles as her face contracts in pain. The skittles begin to pop and jump around her dark passage, rising to the surface in a wave. She holds her breath.

"PUSH, MARY, PUSH!"
Eyes tight, she unleashes an animal-like howl of pain as the bubbling bauble enema bursts forth from her sugar-stained bowls in a fountain of rapturous, rainbow release. As the shower of skittles rain down around me, my darling MEW screaming ever louder as the torrential downpour shoots forth, I begin to solemnly morris dance my way around her body, catching skittles in my mouth as I go.

Skittles: Taste the Rainbow

>the bubbling bauble enema bursts forth from her sugar-stained bowls in a fountain of rapturous, rainbow release.

mfw alliteration

>>1272897

>mfw
>no face
>mfw

>>1272902
>no face
>mfw

Sorry for all the lowbrow foolishness. Let me appease /lit/.

James Joyce's Letters to Nora

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vX1nhzz8wlT52skTw
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vy5FfdRQJjwkIMRi3

>>1272874
>>1272878

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vGABSCkybdNM2x6x6

LOLOLOLOL

>>1273374

>>1272128
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>>1272141
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>>1272154
your style is great

>>1272128
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vKktTmv2BJr9mZLXg

>>1272133
http://vocaroo.com/?media=v4NWFMM5jaYEYwS5V

>>1272133
http://vocaroo.com/?media=v4NWFMM5jaYEYwS5V

>>1272141
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vxVloIxKhXLayHxXt

>>1272152
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vWvHySRJD1NquVlAq

>>1272154
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vWvHySRJD1NquVlAq

Sorry for all the lowbrow foolishness. Let me appease /lit/.

James Joyce's Letters to Nora

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vX1nhzz8wlT52skTw
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vy5FfdRQJjwkIMRi3

Damn... This one turned out semi-pro.

Here's "Ginny and Hermione vs The Space Wizzards" meta-fic from Questionable Content. Enjoy!

http://soundcloud.com/stoferin/spacewizzards

LOLOLOLOLOLOL