All Chapters of 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~~Joan~~“What is this, Joan Crest!” Julia’s voice jerked me out of my thoughts as I shakily got up from the bed.It was already Morning. “What is what?” I said, wanting to throw her surname back at her just like she did — but then I remembered Julia didn’t even use her real last name. She went by Aleksyn, her father’s first name, and just thinking that name sent wicked shivers through me worse than any thought I’d had before.“You’ve got yourself all wet…” she said, twisting her mouth in shock.I realized it wasn’t just the name I was obsessed with. Even asleep, or trying to erase it from my mind, the fact he was in this house had me drowning in wild imaginations, dirty dreams, and desperate fantasies. My nightwear was soaked from the hunt for my best friend’s father.“It’s normal… I mean, it’s fine. I was just dreaming about a crush,” I said, standing up.“No way you’re thinking about a crush,” she argued.“Why? Why do you say that?” I asked.“You don’t have a crush. You’ve been to

~~Joan~~I didn’t realize I could be handled so roughly… but it was everything I had ever dreamed of. Those huge hands… the way he could control me, make me completely his.Without a word, he lifted me and dropped me onto the bed. I scrambled instinctively, but he had me exactly where he wanted.This time, I had the clearest view of everything—my eyes already wet from the relentless torture of my pussy.My legs spread on their own, instinctively, opening wide to that gigantic cock of his—still rock hard, swollen, ready to split me in half, to ruin me completely.“No, pumpkin… I don’t fuck from the front. Daddy prefers from the back,” he said roughly.My eyes went wide.“Turn around… spread those legs… get on all fours. This is exactly what you begged for. Now let Daddy fuck you and show you who owns that tight little cunt,” he growled.His fingers trailed from the edge of my ass up my back to my bra. He didn’t unhook it gently—he tore it off.A wicked shiver ran through me. My breasts

~~Shirly~~While his breath grazed my skin, every nerve in my body screamed in arousal. I couldn’t believe how someone could be so smug, so rude… yet just the press of his skin against mine was turning me into a trembling, dripping mess."Maybe I don’t want to know… you can forget about it… he’s my… and I know he wouldn’t have said anything bad about me to your new guest…" I gasped, trying to sound calm, to reassure him… even as my pussy pulsed and throbbed under his touch.But I wanted to know. God, I wanted him to talk, to tease, to make me ache. I wanted him closer—wanted the heat of him pressed against me until my fantasies, the ones I’d been hiding, threatened to explode.And I couldn’t help it—I had always imagined Lucien, breaking me open, taking my virginity with that cock I’d been dreaming about. And now a stranger in my brother’s house, his roommate maybe… the thought of surrendering to him, of letting him have me, made my cunt clench and my breath hitch. I wanted him—want

~~Shirley~~I tried to clamp my thighs together, desperate to stop it… not because I didn’t want it, but because the electric heat, the relentless thrusting of his fingers, was driving my brain to the edge. My head felt like it would burst, and yet my pussy betrayed me, sliding wetly against him, begging for more.My legs parted almost on their own, forced aside, and a groan escaped me as he pressed his weight against my left thigh, heat and dominance burning through every nerve.“Damien… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice trembling, half fear, half need.He leaned closer, his voice low, rough, yet deliberate. “Let me give you your first orgasm… pumpkin.”“You’re not supposed to…” I breathed, a protest that sounded more like begging than denial.Slowly, deliberately, he crawled up toward me, eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry. His hand still buried inside me, pumping, curling, each movement rough, precise, cruelly perfect. My back arched off the couch as my hips rocked into

~~Olivia~~My name is Olivia Hampson. I’ve been married to William for ten years.For the last four years, William had never touched me—not once. Not even for sex. I had become nothing to him, a rag to be used and discarded. He said I was becoming too ugly for him, that I wasn’t sexually good enough. Having a child, he claimed, had made me sloppy and dull. My tender body had lost its appeal. I wasn’t the beautiful woman he had married.He even brought a whore home once, saying I should watch. Maybe I’d learn, he said. Maybe I’d get experience from the stripper he brought in.I had to watch him fuck her from behind, gripping her hips as she went down on all fours. I watched him slam into her over and over, tugging her hair into his fist and pounding harder, harsher.He spread her legs impossibly wide, pressed his face into her cunt, smearing her juices all around his mouth. Her moans, his groans, burned bile in my stomach—but I dared not complain.I had always known William was sexuall