Molested Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

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."

My eyes fluttered open to darkness, a seering pain slicing through my head as I shut my eyes with a sharp hiss. I tried again but darkness… then I felt it, wetness and cold. The events of whatever the fucking time it all happened, came crashing down! Shit! Big Cee and I had stolen some stash from a big mogul at the club… just realizing right now, that it was the biggest mistakes of our lives. We had fucked around with the wrong person! This man had found us in a matter of minutes if I am not exaggerating and the rest is history.

My cousin was crazy and my parents don’t like me talking to her,but I enjoy talking and being with her, her influence was good and bad. She thought me how to masturbate,and showed me some illegal p**n websites ,she hid me in her basement for my first make out session, and when I first had sex she helped too. She knew how to lie while I was the good girl ,we balance each other out. “ fine yes,can I send you a picture,it’s not the best but it should do” “Yeah sure” Then I heard a moan at the end of her line “ are you having sex coco?!”

I whispered his name in a shaky voice, and his gray eyes grew even darker as he asked me to tell him more about Jake. His hand moved down to my thigh, sliding upward under my short skirt with a very clear intention until his fingers brushed against the fabric of my panties. He asked me if that young boy had looked at me the way he was looking at me now, and he asked if that boy had made me wet. I shook my head quickly from side to side, telling him no and explaining that Jake was just a nice, harmless guy. A predatory smile curved Victor’s lips when he heard my answer. He told me that it was good because my body belonged to a real man who knew exactly what to do with it.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

He pulled my waist to sit directly on his stallion, I was covered with nothing but a shirt and my panties, my half naked behind rested on his manhood. I covered my eyes and stiffened my body, this is the second time he is doing this to me, how can I tell people I was molested and I allowed it all because of food. I feel stupid. He held onto my waist firmly and moved my hips, repeatedly sliding it against his hardened cock. Muffled groans escaped his lips as he continued to feel my behind on him, His bulging manhood was pressed against the middle of my behind. I felt so embarrassed and irritated but this man cared less about what I was feeling and more about what he was getting.

“I wouldn’t even care if it was my Mum. Not that she’s ever about long enough.” “I watched this porno where the stepmom walks in on the guy wanking and offers to help,” was Jamie’s random input. “You watch straight people porn?” Kayla frowned at him. “Straight people watch gay porn, don’t they? A penis is a penis,” Jamie shrugged. This made the others laugh. They seemed to love Jamie’s little stories and insights. “So,” Jamie turned to Adam, ignoring the others. He often did this, as though he knew Adam wasn’t impressed with him and desperately wanted to gain him as one of his little following. It was annoying. “Did you hear about that teenage gangster who murdered those sex traffickers?”

She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet. ‎The day I saw my girlfriend's mom masturbating, I had gone over to her place to see Juliet. Juliet's room is located at the end of the hallway, while her mom's room is the first one in the hallway. ‎I was passing the hallway to go see Juliet in her room when I heard the quiet moans and grunts coming from her mom's cracked door. I couldn't stop myself from peeking inside the room a little. That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.