Novel & Cerita Molested Stories

She screamed, turning to look at my friends as they surrounded us, clearly mesmerized by the sight in front of them. A few minutes later,I was spewing my cum into her asshole and all over her boobs. “It's fucking hot.” Mason whispered. “Do you think we could join in next time?” Tyler asked and surprisingly, Cynthia bit her bottom lip and locked gazes with me, sealing our adventure.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

So, I told him everything that he needed to know about the real me that I have left in the past, Kendra. Kendra was a little girl who had been molested and sexually assaulted by one of her foster parents when she was 10 years old. Kendra was never taken in by a loving family, she always ended up with greedy drug addicts who wanted to collect monthly checks so they used her instead as a front. Before she ended up in an orphanage and in desperation of being saved she fled into the arms of the first boy who gave her attention and the time of day. Kendra lived for that boy, she did everything and anything to please him and prove that she was worthy of his love and attention. The boy was all bad

I searched her face, looking for any sign she was joking but there was none just hunger. “I’ve touched myself thinking about this kind of thing,” she whispered, leaning closer until our knees touched. The contact sent sparks racing up my thigh. “Being used and shared. Being held down while multiple guys take you on.” She continued. “I want your stepdad to fuck me first and your brothers pinning me down while you watch. Then I want you to taste me with their cum still dripping out of me.” Her words hit me like a punch in my gut. My clit throbbed so hard I had to bite to stay quiet. The noise in the cafeteria drifted and I could only feel the slick mess between my legs and the way Mia looked a

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

Messy and sexy are the two words Angga can judge Maureen by. "First too." Angga's nod was accompanied by a focus on the blank wall in the room. He looked down, admitting, "But I see it often." "Where?" Maureen felt burn at Angga's confession of seeing other women treated like her just now. "Do you like to see girls being treated like this?" "I don't want to experience my girl being molested by someone else." Angga stroked down Maureen's cheek. His smile looked dazzling after all the hot activities that left his partner lying content.

“Boys don’t know what to do with a woman’s body. They don’t know how to work a pair of tits like this until a girl is dripping wet and begging.” He pulled back to look at me, my nipples red and glistening from his mouth. “Are you dripping wet for me, Stephanie?” I couldn’t lie. My whole body was trembling. The evidence was soaking my shorts and I could only nod. a tiny, shameful movement. “Tell me.” “I’m… I’m wet,” I whispered. “Louder. Let me hear what a filthy little hitchhiker you are.” “I’m wet!” I said, my voice cracking. The admission sent another gush of moisture between my legs.

When he would push his way into me, my body would fold in half, bursting around his thick shaft. We used to do it everywhere. He’d hold me up in front of the mirror, whispering darkly against my ear, “Look at how pretty you look when I force you to take all of me.” I would be a crying, beautiful mess, begging for more. Then there was that vacation where a stranger tried to flirt with me at a restaurant. Damon had invited the man to join us for dinner, then spent the entire evening fingering me roughly under the table. It was a dimly lit room, and by dessert, I couldn't even hold back my whimpers.

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

"I think Moh might want to share something with you. She had a very... revelatory morning. Didn't you, Moh?" The air left my lungs. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, but he was remorseless. He reached out under the table. I felt his foot, heavy and clad in a leather loafer, find my ankle. He didn't just touch me, he began to slide his foot up the inside of my calf, his leg pushing my knees apart. "Julian?" my mother asked, her brow furrowing. "What is it? Did something happen with the manuscripts?"