Molested Stories Novels & Stories

“We’re all sexual creatures, just like you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She let her hand rub across Paul’s crotch, and then pulled his boxers down. His cock was rock hard, and as Bea slowly began to pump it up and down with her hand, he felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal. His mom was staring right at it. Her eyes were locked onto his rod, almost as though the incident that morning was being continued directly from where it had left off, but with more intensity. The other women in the Milonics group dropped down on either side of Paul and began lending their hands to the ritual, rubbing his chest and legs and looking at him with sensual eyes.

Alexis woke up to the news about Edward’s arrest. The news said someone had left an anonymous tip that uncovered a series of sexual molestation on the part of the model scout. Some of the victims had in the last twenty-four hours, been contacted and they were ready to file official reports and press charges. All news stations carried the same news. Alexis was confused and dizzy!

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

My clit throbbed under my thumb and I could feel myself getting close, but I didn't want to stop. I stepped even closer to the bed, desperate to join their filthy game. My eyes stayed glued to his cock disappearing into mom's stretched pussy, her screams getting louder with every thrust. "Harder! Fuck me like you own me!" mom begged, her body trembling under his rough pounding. He yanked her hair back again, forcing her face up while he buried himself to the hilt over and over. I was right beside the bed now, fingers plunging deep into my soaked slit, my soft moans growing a little louder. I wanted them to notice me.

Or should I say, what special breed they've kept as treasure? Grabbing me by the hair, the one called Chase pulled my bare body to him, “You're all grown up, girl.” his rough hands ran down my body as he grabbed my breast roughly. I didn't dare to flinch or meet his eyes. This isn't the first time anyway, it's been happening since I clocked fifteen. Being a late bloomer, I never experienced being molested until I came of age... Chase and Greg would never do anything out of normal because they weren't allowed to but they made sure to molest me at any slightest chance they could get.

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

He wheezes lowly, coughing when I slacken my grip and fall back to straddle him. As he struggles to gather himself, I see the pellucid traces of his trauma still eating into him as he crosses an arm across his face to hide his eyes from me. Quietly, I wait for him, nerves snapping covertly as I watch him finally expel some words. “I was molested when I was little...it was, Congressman Lee”.

Short Story's Blurb: Gayle's world shatters when her mate, Alpha Miles, chooses his childhood friend, Nichole, to spend the night before their wedding. When Nichole boldly asks if Miles would make her his Luna instead of Gayle, his response cuts deep: "I would."