Forced Incest Stories Novels & Stories

My roommate was on her back, two men on either side of her bosom, while the last man’s hands seemed to roam over her body. She made sounds I couldn’t recognize…they made sounds that were foreign to me. And somehow, it seemed to shift something inside me. Like a fire had been lit and it desperately needed to be quenched. Then I saw her do something. Her hand seemed to have found its way down there. As if bewitched, I found myself following suit. An electric sensation seemed to dance its way through me. I gasped, involuntarily and with curiosity. My roommate’s hand had since been replaced by one of the men thrusting into her.

“Good. Because I have not forgotten you either. Every time you clean this room, I find little traces of you. The way you fold the towels perfectly. The faint scent of your shampoo. I left those chocolates for you on purpose. Did you like them?” “I did,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “They were the best I have ever tasted. Thank you. You did not have to do that.” “I wanted to. You work hard, Hazel. You deserve something sweet.” He stepped even closer, towering over me. “Tell me more about your studies. What is your favorite kind of forbidden story?” I shifted in the chair, suddenly very aware of how alone we were. “Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is

The wet sounds of their bodies meeting were dangerously loud in the quiet house. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered harshly, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. “Getting fucked in your childhood bedroom while your father sleeps nearby.” “Yes…” Alice moaned into her pillow. “I’m so close…” Victor leaned over her back, biting her shoulder as he pounded harder. “Then come for me. Come on my cock like a good girl.” Alice shattered. Her orgasm hit hard — her pussy clamping down around him, body shaking as she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cry. Victor followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping her full of thick, hot cum with several powerful spurts.

He added a third finger, stretching me, his thumb circling that spot that made my eyes roll back. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. He didn’t. He fucked me with his fingers until I was shaking, then pulled them out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the cry. He moved deep and rough, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my sore thigh. Every stroke reminded me how close we’d come tonight. When I came, clenching around him, he followed right after, groaning my name low in my ear as he spilled inside me.

He couldn’t get enough of her young, depraved holes. The perverted girl loved it when her stepfather fucked her with the cock ring on. If only there was more time, he would nail her until she was completely depleted. Her lewd womb was hammered hard by his massive glans, the ring pressing against her sensitive entrance until both her pussy and ass continuously leaked fluids.

“I want her on her back.” They flipped me on the desk like I weighed nothing, my legs were spread obscenely wide. Professor Lena climbed on top of me in a sixty-nine, lowering her dripping pussy back on my face while she buried her face in my cum-filled cunt. She licked and sucked her husband’s cock every time he pulled out of me, cleaning my cream off him before he slammed back in.

This story will also contain extremely detailed and graphic sexual content! I want to make this clear to save any negative comments regarding incest relationships, but also, this is a FORBIDDEN story in the FORBIDDEN LOVE COMPETITION. Please bear that in mind. Thank you, and enjoy.

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

I told her "How do you know about his dad?" She replied at me timidly "I have him investigated, and filmed too and he wouldn't be winning his election if is domestic violence tape hit the social media" I replied her I opened my bag, taking out flash drive as I did shoved it at Alicia "Have it, here you go" I told her "What's that?" She pointed at it "Your sex video with Carl" I replied her "It wasn't sex Miriam, he raped me" She told to me

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.