Novel & Cerita Pure Taboo Stories

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

It was huge and veiny, the light dusting of pubic hair made it look fiercer. Precum leaked at the top and the urge to lick it was maddening. "Stroke yourself for me Trevor, I want to see" His answering groan was enough agreement for me. He was feeling this tension too. His hands reached for his dick while his eyes stayed on me. I could see the list in his eyes as he stroked himself for the first time. My eyes trailed to what his hand was doing and I knew I had a kink already. I love watching guys touch themselves, stroke themselves, fuck themselves.

LENA POV My stomach bottomed out. The second my eyes dropped, I saw it — the neckline of my tank had slipped wide open, buttons undone, one whole breast practically spilling out. The thin fabric clung damp to my skin from running up and down the stairs, and the hard peak of my nipple was right there, obvious, exposed. That’s what he’d been looking at. I fumbled, yanking the fabric together with a hiss, but it was too late. His gaze had already devoured me. His hand, still clutching the towel, flexed once, like he was fighting to keep it steady.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

The cock in her pussy thrusting in, the cock in her mouth pushing deep, a brutal, perfect symmetry of violation. Her asshole was a tight, untouched ring of panic. But a hand—she didn’t know whose—was there, slicking it with something cold and greasy. A fingertip pressed, then circled. “This one’s next,” a voice rasped behind her. “They’re voting for it in the chat. Anal for the stream slut.” The terror flared again, bright and sharp. But Sam’s voice cut through it. “Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.”

“He’s… not real, right? But I can see him. I’ve heard you sometimes… scream late at night. Moaning, gasping. I thought you were watching something sexual and masturbating, but this… please Can I… touch him?” Lucian looked at me, he got furious and aroused. “You brought her here? Into my world, without my consent??” “She won’t tell anyone Lucian ,” I said quickly, my voice damn shaking. Lucian’s angry face was scary. “Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?”