Incest Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in some stories), menstruation sex, lactation, squirting in abundance, and every possible combination of bodily fluids. ☆ Diverse and intense character dynamics: Extremely detailed descriptions of bodies (huge breasts, massive cocks, exaggerated proportions, hyper-sexualized features), interracial sex, same-sex encounters, bisexual/polysexual activity, trans characters, and multi-partner scenes with no limits on number or configuration. ☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional ma

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

“I… I get wet all the time. Thinking about someone I shouldn’t. It throbs and I can’t stop touching myself. I fantasize about… being controlled. Held down and used.” The air in the room grew thick. Sean didn’t move away. Instead, his eyes darkened, pupils expanding as he studied her flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You’re twenty now,” he murmured, voice dropping. “An adult. And you’re telling your family doctor that you’ve been lusting after him?” Amila’s breath hitched. She nodded, too aroused to lie. “Yes. For a long time, Dr. Sean. I want you. I want you to… dominate me. Please.”

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

Anna scorned and took a drink of her water. “I was once in an abusive relationship. Well, my ex girlfriend then was very domineering, making me more or less of a sub. She couldn't fuck me because of my tiny di—prick. So she got off by torturing me. She'd lay me across her laps and spank me hard, she'd tape my prick and balls too sometimes, with a duct tape, making it numb, she inserted anal balls into my asshole and almost tried to put a needle through my pee hole. That was the breaking point for me. That was how it ended. When I decided I couldn't take anymore. But, thinking about the whole experience after our breakup, I realized I endured it longer than I should have because it secretly t

I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, hips snapping relentlessly. “Where do you want my seed, Sister?” I growled against her ear. “Inside,” she sobbed. “Please… fill me. Breed this sinful nun.” With a guttural roar, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse, so much that it immediately began leaking around my cock. I kept grinding deep, pushing every drop as far inside her as possible, marking her forever. When I finally pulled out, a creamy torrent spilled from her gaping, ruined hole, running down her thighs and staining the pristine white of her habit.