Incest Sex Letters Novels & Stories

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

"M… more, Kelvin. Let me worship it? Clean your cock with my throat. Fuck my face till I choke and puke! I'm your greedy, crying cum-guzzler. Use me again!" His grip crushed my chín, thumb forcing my mouth open as he stroked his still throbbing monster, veins bulging, smeared with our filth. The room reeked of raw sex sweat, squirt, and thick cum. I stared up, blubbering, tongue lolling like a desperate bitch. "Damn right, you broken little pig," Alex growled, voice dripping venom. He slapped his heavy cock across my tear-soaked cheeks, smearing cum and snot,

I started once the speakers were turned on. “Now I don’t know why some of you would take it upon yourselves to write me love letters. You all know yourselves and what disgusting and shameful things you’ve been writing.” I cringed remembering a particular letter I read. Most of the letters were not even love letters. They were just letters telling me how much they wanted to be in my bed. “ I don’t know what gave any of you the idea that I’m in love with you or would eventually love you, but I’m saying this right now so that you all stop those disgusting fantasies you have.”

The cock in her pussy thrusting in, the cock in her mouth pushing deep, a brutal, perfect symmetry of violation. Her asshole was a tight, untouched ring of panic. But a hand—she didn’t know whose—was there, slicking it with something cold and greasy. A fingertip pressed, then circled. “This one’s next,” a voice rasped behind her. “They’re voting for it in the chat. Anal for the stream slut.” The terror flared again, bright and sharp. But Sam’s voice cut through it. “Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.”

Roy and Manuela and Jack and Marika would never know it, but they had just claimed another convert to incest. As it was, the sixty-fining Coles hardly needed any outside approval to justify their behavior. All they needed was each other, especially right about now when all four of them were so close to coming. Marika climaxed first. Her Uncle Jack's squirming tongue in her hairless twat had just done it for her. And if she was going to cum, she was damned well determined that the dick she was fucking with her mouth was going to get off too. [To Be Continued in Chapter 7.3]

My husband was happy that I was taking a keen interest in toys rather than cheating him as perhaps he was. I had once seen my own son-in-law fucking my daughter’s tight asshole. She was screaming with ecstasy as he was continuously rubbing her clit with his wet fingers, while giving a long but gentle thrust of his cock in her wet asshole. When he reached his climax and pulled his shaft out of my daughter’s asshole he gave it into her mouth. The glimpse of his extraordinarily long and thick dick made me wet. I kept watching his plump meat, till he shot his thick load in my daughter’s mouth. The continuous long strokes of my daughter’s tongue at his shaft made it rock hard. He parted my daught

Brother must protect the sister he loves from evil forces... NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> June 5th, 1985 Driving to the cabin was one of those times where I felt that deep sense of shame. I didn't want to be there. Well, that isn't true. Idid want to be there. I wanted it a great deal. I just didn't think it was right, or honest, or wholesome of me to be there.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”