Sex Story Incest Novels & Stories

Sex after sex, after sex. That's practically what the Shaming is. I know most people would like that-constant sex, but not me. The Shaming might have been wonderful if shamed right, if your pussy won't be overworked by a good number of men. The Shaming has caused wolves a lot. Broken bonds, broken homes, broken relationships, infertility, and in rare cases, infection. The Shaming simply means nonstop sex from dusk till dawn that leads to death.

Triple-stuffed, her body convulsed in dirty ecstasy. “Take the triple, you insatiable whore… dildo in your mouth, cocks in your pussy and ass, filling you completely, fucking you until you cum again,” Stefan growled. The room reeked of pure sex, moans echoing off the marble walls, the mirrors reflecting the depravity: Pathy in the middle, cocks sliding in and out, fluids flying everywhere.

Stretching Her Limits: A Threesome for the Boss’s Wife Used and Abused: My Best Friend’s Massive Cock The Office Gangbang: Four Cocks, One Pussy, No Regrets The Double-Team: Getting Stuffed From Both Ends Her Father’s Enemy: An Affair Paid for in Orgasm Drenched in Semen: The Aftermath of the Gangbang Total Surrender: Bound, Gagged, and Completely Used The Wife’s Secret Fetish: Sharing Her Pussy With the Neighbors Stretched Wide: Filling Every Inch of Her Ass The Cuckold’s Bargain: Watching Him Ravage My Wife Midnight Mistress: Begging for His Thickest Sin Public Desecration: Fucked in the Altar Room The Breeding Program: A Pussy Destined for His Load Tasting Her Best Friend: A Dirty Secret

A small chuckle escaped my lips before I faced him once again, regarding him earnestly. “Right here? Now?” He whispered, his eyes flying to the closed door of his bedroom before he stared back at me. I could almost hear the engines in his mind churning, turning, and rolling the idea of humping right in here when our parents were just one floor below. But the thought of it set me ablaze with a different kind of inferno, that sizzled through my stream delivering a flood of heat to my groin. It was the mind-scorching notion of incest that made me want to do it even more.

Selina basically begs as I pick up the pace feeling my own orgasm rapidly approaching. “I’m cumming daddy.” She screams. I feel her pussy start to pulsate around my cock as an orgasm hits her. The feeling of her pussy contracting from her orgasm pushes me over the edge and I slam my cock deep inside her and cum. I shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside Selina’s tight teenage pussy. Panic sets in almost instantly as I remember I’m not wearing a condom and I’ve just shot a huge load of cum deep inside my teenage daughters best friend.

Her whole body shook, sweat-slick, the room thick with the scent of sex. “Come for me, Mummy… come with my cock in your ass,” I ordered, smacking her cheek again, the sting making her clench harder. She shattered—screaming my name, ass spasming around my shaft, pussy squirting onto the sheets. The sight, the feel, dragged me over—I slammed deep and came, flooding her ass with hot, thick ropes, pulsing endless until we both collapsed, trembling, wrecked. I stayed buried inside her, kissing the sweat on her spine.

Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her. I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues. This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form. We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

My mind was elsewhere, I couldn't fathom what really made Lawson display that non challant attitude towards our love life while a maid saw us having sex, and he is not bothered. “Lawson, why do you choose to embarrass us this way? Caroline saw us having sex, and I told you to let us go upstairs” I said immediately he lay beside me fuming in anger. “ What are you talking about? It's just sex and Caroline is not a child. Don't be like this, we can even have a threesome with her”. “What!!! You mean Caroline can actually join us while having sex? Who are you Lawson? I don't think I know the kind of man I got married to”.

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.