Novel & Cerita Incest Stories Lit

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

She didn't let me go; she just kept fucking me with the dildo using her hands while walking towards me. Closer! Closer! And closer! Her face was so close to mine, like she was about to devour my lips. Then suddenly! The lights were turned on, almost blinding my eyes as I protected them with my palm, trying my best to get adjusted to the light that had just been turned on. And yes, that was something about my room: I had placed light bulbs almost everywhere and just one switch controlled almost everything. The blue bulbs on the wall, the neon and white bulbs I had placed on the ceiling, the strip red lights on the door and on the pole. My room fucking looked like a paradise whenever the light

His stories made her so aroused she'd begun masturbating nightly, imagining herself in half of what she'd read. On an impulse, she'd sent him an email, confessing how much she enjoyed his stories about younger girls and mature men, asking what provided the stimulus - if he'd really had those kinds of experiences. He'd answered back two days later, thanking her for her compliments, and saying how nice it was to get positive feedback from readers.

She continued to suck on him until he came in her mouth …she swallowed it and stared at him with a sultry gaze… He lost it and then flipped her on her fours and entered her with a smooth thrust…they both let out a loud moan He kept his hands on her hair and began to fuck her senselessly as he watched the way his cock came in and out of her pussy…she moaned as he continued to fuck her she could feel her walls squeezing him…she felt her juices flow down her legs… He continued until they both came.. Authors note: sorry I had to cut short like that😭😭…thanks for reading 💕

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

He paced the front of the room like he owned it, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms dusted with dark hair. I sat in the back at first, but by week three, I’d moved to the front row. Crossing my legs in short skirts, biting my lip when he glanced my way. He noticed. I knew he did. The way his gaze lingered a second too long on my bare thighs, the subtle clench of his jaw. Today’s lecture was on forbidden desires in Victorian literature—ironic, given the thoughts racing through my mind. As class ended, students filed out, but I lingered, pretending to pack my bag slowly.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

4. PREYE We walked back to the room after dinner, the campus lights casting long shadows on the path. My body was still buzzing from that shower orgasm and everything that happened with Lisa earlier. Her creamy cum, the way she licked her fingers clean without shame, the flirty shit at the table,it all stuck in my head like a dirty movie on repeat. I’m straight, I kept telling myself. Big cocks, rough hands, getting tied up and fucked senseless. But Lisa’s hungry stares were doing something weird to my pussy, making it tingle even now.

I wanted the floor to swallow me. Lucas slipped one finger inside me slow, deep while continuing the conversation about centerpieces. My thighs trembled. I bit the inside of my cheek to stay silent, pretending to study my notebook. The same notebook that now held vows filthier than anything Victoria could imagine. “Read the next one quietly,” Lucas murmured when Victoria excused herself to take a quick call from her assistant. His breath was warm against my ear, finger still moving lazily inside me. “Under the table. Now.”

They were still coated in the thick, creamy proof of my betrayal—the slick, pearly mess of a girl who had just let two dangerous men take her apart in her mind. This wasn’t just a crush. It was a sickness. A dark, sticky craving that made me feel like I was rotting from the inside out with want. I watched the cream-colored evidence of my climax swirl down the drain, rinsed my hands thoroughly, and walked back into my bedroom. The room was empty, but the air felt thick, like someone had just been breathing it. I pulled on a thin cotton nightgown, my skin still buzzing and raw as I walked into the kitchen.