Incest Stories Lit Novels & Stories

Each sting hurt more than the previous one but still my body wanted more, my body craved for the harsh treatment. I could feel my orgasm but I clenched my teeth to ward it off, letting my mind revel in this brutal but beautiful treatment. “When you get home, tell your wife that the only way you can blow a load is to get wiped so hard on your cock till it spills” My body shivered… how did he know I had a wife? I didn't get the time to think when the final strike sent me over the edge. A strike so painful and brutal, I couldn't think hit so hard that my sperm burst out again and again.

I took a seat on the sofa and began to read, quickly snapping the book shut when I read the explicit words on the pages and felt the heat crawl up my face. It most certainly was not. In fact, I had never read such a lustful story in my life. Inside were short anthologies of various sexual stories detailing sexual encounters between the three species. It was far more explicit than anything Mathilda had ever read—or anything the aunts had tried to reach us at the slave shop. I rose and wedged it back into the shelf with burning cheeks. For the rest of the day, I lingered in the sitting room, exploring the various text on Lucas’s book shelf. After some time, I’d located two maps and a pedigree

I would find her, no matter what it took, and make her mine permanently. I leaned back against the headboard, resting my arm over my knee as the memories of last night washed over me. It still felt unreal. For five long years, my life had been a complete living hell in the bedroom. Because of my abnormal, massive size, sex was never something fun—it was an absolute nightmare. Every woman I had ever tried to be with ended up crying in pain, passing out before I could even get halfway inside, or bleeding so badly I had to call private doctors to patch them up.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

, my mouth vibrating around Draven's shaft as an orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, my ass clenched hard on Lucien, my pussy spasmed on Cedric. Waves of bliss pulsed through me as my juices squirted out drenching Cedric's thick cock and his thighs. Lucien roared as he buried himself one last time balls deep in my ass and spurted hot loads of his cum filling me up. Cedric followed as he jerked his hip ferally until he tip pushed through my cervix once more. He pumped his load in my womb, filling it up and mixing with Thorne's earlier load.

The days after the intense bathroom encounter had become a dangerous addiction for both Lila and Victor. They stole every possible moment — quick, desperate fucks in the laundry room while her parents were in the backyard, Victor fingering her under the dinner table while her father sat right across from them, late-night visits to each other’s rooms where they had to stay almost completely silent. But tonight, the risk was higher than ever. Her parents were home, watching a movie downstairs. The house was quiet except for the faint sound of the TV. Lila had texted Victor to come to her room after midnight, knowing it was reckless.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

She nodded once, clutching the wine bottle like a weapon, and walked past him, cheeks on fire. She didn’t sleep that night. She wrote instead. Pages and pages. In this one, Caleb came down to her apartment after seeing her in the store. He pushed her against the door the moment it closed. He kissed her hard. He bit her lip. He shoved his hand between her legs and told her she belonged to him. She wrote about his hands ripping her hoodie off. About him bending her over the couch and pounding her until she screamed. She wrote until her fingers cramped, and then she slid her hand down between her legs and made herself come with her mouth open and his name on her tongue.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.