Nsfw Gone Wild Stories Novels & Stories

"Ladies and gentlemen," my voice rang out through the microphone, "I'm Lucas Baldwin. As you can see, I'm not this child's father." Gasps and murmurs erupted from the audience below. I caught a glimpse of Mom's and Dad's stunned expressions, Kendra's pale face, and Cody's panicked eyes. "Three years ago, I left home to work on a national defense research project," I continued. My tone was calm, though inside, I was anything but. "But when I came back, I discovered my wife had a child with my brother. That little girl is already two years old."

Two couples share a wild night out in the wilderness. Enjoy. ************* Camping holds a special place in my heart. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest and spent many a summer night camping outdoors with my family. During my college years, my friends and I would sometimes spend days at a time out in the wilderness, hiking, fishing, drinking heavily, and usually smoking quite a bit of weed. Those were some of the best days of my life, and some of the most memorable nights. Off the top of my head, I can rattle off at least a dozen hilarious stories from those trips, the kind my friends and I never tire of retelling when we get together. But none of those camping stories even remotely compares

“Susie, we’ve long had nothing to do with each other, and I no longer hate you. So there’s nothing to forgive. “This isn’t worth my time, and I don’t need to give you any answer.” “No! Jason!” Susie screamed in anguish. “Please…” But my steps didn’t falter. Three months later, a news brief appeared in the local paper. [A stowaway woman on a fishing boat was reported to have jumped into the sea last night. Her body was washed ashore this morning…] When I saw the news, I was having a picnic in the garden with my family.

Now, it was instantly replaced by a different kind of pressure—one that tasted entirely of hatred and resentment. My twelve-month sentence at the Cape Falls Juvenile Detention Center, a hellhole specifically designed for female werewolf delinquents, was over. I had spent a whole year locked away for a list of crimes I never committed. Someone had systematically ruined my life, and I had made it my sole purpose to find out which bastard did it.

Their nasty talk and the way they filled me completely pushed me right to the edge. “Come for us, you filthy little slut,” Ethan growled, thrusting deep into my ass. Tyler’s dad pounded my pussy harder. “Milk our cocks, Sophie. Show your boyfriend what a nasty cumslut you are for his family.” Tyler pulled his cock out of my mouth for a second so I could breathe. “Let go, baby. Come hard for all of us.” I came with a loud, muffled scream, my entire body convulsing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through me. My pussy and ass clenched rhythmically around their cocks. All three men groaned loudly, fucking me through the intense orgasm.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

“Come all over the cock that’s ruining you.” My orgasm tore through me like wildfire and I cried out sharply, my entire body seizing as powerful contractions ripped through my pussy. Fresh wetness gushed around his thrusting cock, soaking his stomach and the sheets beneath us. Nathan kept fucking me through it, never slowing down drawing out every shuddering wave until I was sobbing with pleasure.

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

They loved the fantasy that I could be their sweet, secretly filthy neighbor. Drying off, I wrapped myself in a silk robe and settled onto the couch with my phone. Notifications poured in: new subscriber milestones, comments praising my latest scene, private messages from fans offering ridiculous sums for custom content. I answered a few, keeping my replies flirty but professional. Then I switched accounts, opening the carefully curated family-friendly I*******m where I posted sunsets, coffee art, and vague captions about “creative projects.” The two lives existed in parallel universes, and I was the only bridge between them.

I am just hanging there, a bridge of flesh between four predators. This is wild. It’s not a romantic dance, it’s a complete takeover. Silas and Kael are moving in accordance, their heavy balls hitting my clit with every thrust. Prime is treading deep in my ass, his pace slow and grinding, making sure I feel every inch of him. The Feral is taking my mouth with a crazy, animal energy.