Incest Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

I whispered She got out of my grip and I watched as she sexily took off her soaked panty and then stepped out of it. She then bent over, pressing her front against the marble surface of the kitchen island as her hand reached back to spread her pussy with her fingers, all the while staring at me with hooded eyes. “ All yours” she but her lips, daring me. I groaned. She looked so tempting bending over like that. “ I need to prepare you baby” I said as I stood behind her, removing her fingers. I wanted to replace them with mine but she shook her head. I raised my brows

Her muffled cries made my cock twitch inside her. I fucked her slow, rolling my hips. She dug her nails into my back, legs wrapped around me, trembling with every stroke. “God, Stefan—” I covered her mouth again, thrusting deeper. She whimpered against my hand, her eyes fluttering. “You like this?” I whispered. “Getting fucked while he sleeps in the next room?” She nodded frantically. Her walls clenched around me. “I’m the only one who touches you like this, aren’t I?”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

He keeps the same torturous rhythm through it all. He pulls out, flips me onto my back, and hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. The new angle lets him go even deeper. His free hand traces lightly along my throat, then settles flat over my racing heart, as if claiming the beat itself. Hips snap forward in short, intense strokes that make the bed frame whisper. I lock eyes with him, daring him. He leans down, stealing a nasty kiss. The mix of our movements sends me spiraling again. Oh, I wish that bastard could see this. See his “leftover” wife taking every inch from a man who actually knows how to make her body sing. The fantasy pushes me over. I come, nails digging into Lucien’s shoulder

Fantasies of hands I didn’t know, a mouth between my thighs fingers pinning my wrists and the sea god, whatever he looked like, towering over me and growling my name as he thrust inside me. Would he take me on stone? On a tide-smoothed altar? Would he spread me open with webbed hands and taste me like I was salt? My thighs shook. I was moaning loudly now with my own name echoing back to me in the silence. I slid two fingers inside tentatively, then deeper. I clenched around them, imagining they were someone else’s. Imagining it was him. The pleasure built sharp and fast. It bloomed in me, hot and wild.

Then the older woman pushed her finger into the younger lady’s tight pussy while her tongue went over her clit together. I did the same. Pushing two fingers into my pussy. “Ahhh,” I exclaimed as my fingers pushed into my pussy hole, slowly meeting resistance. An electric sensation gripped me. More deep thrusts followed, my hungry pussy wanting more and more with every deep. Then it came. The urge to pee. But I didn’t stop. I continued. Dipping and fucking, my hips rolling into the bed as I rode over my fingers, gaze fixed on my laptop screen. The older lady had the younger on her back now, fucking her with a strap on dildo. “Fuck me,” I moaned softly, my teeth clenched tightly as I felt it c

"Chal, I wanted to make love with you, I wanted to be with you this way. Why wouldn't I be okay with it?" "You know what I am," His voice was barely a whisper. "You know what an Incubus is, what we do?" His palm touched her chin and cheek, lifting her face up to his. "You feed off of sexual energy. I ... I mean, you ... It felt good, didn't it?" He shuddered again at the memory of what she'd done to him. "Any better and the top of my head might have blown off. But Bliss ... sex with someone like me ... it's dangerous."

I woke up the next morning still covered in dried cum. My pussy and ass felt sore and swollen, but in the best way possible. Thick white streaks were crusted on my tits and thighs, and when I shifted on the bed, more fresh cum leaked out of my holes to the soaked sheets. I smiled to myself. Last night’s welcome gangbang had wrecked me, but my body was already hungry for more. That’s why I came to The Cock Fest. No rest, no breaks, just cock after cock until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Mother begins affair with Son, Consequences Ensue. This story deals with Cuckolding, Incest, and impregnation. Enjoy reading.. ************* In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. This story starts out the way all these stories start, I guess. My husband and I have been married for over 20 years. We got married right after I found out I was pregnant. We had our good years and bad, but for the most part, we got along well.