Sexstories Taboo Novels & Stories

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

Scott grabbed my breast and bit down on my nipples. “Ohh… fucking God.....just like that.” A moan escaped from my lips as he gritted my nipple within his teeth. This was fucking worth it. Every touch seemed to blur together until I could no longer tell where one feeling ended and the next began. “Time to show you who you truly belong to,” Damien said. He tapped his cock at the entrance of my vagina, I shivered as he worked his cock up and down my wetness. “Dammit…” I moaned as I felt his hard meat beat my dripping pussy.

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

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.

“My sweet little stepsister tied up like a fucktoy ready for her big brother. This pussy is already glistening. You hate how much you want this, don’t you?” Mia tugged at the restraints, cheeks flushed. “I should tell you to fuck off. This is crossing every line we have left.” I climbed onto the bed and slapped her exposed ass hard. The sharp crack echoed. She yelped, body jolting. “That is exactly why it feels so good.” I spanked her again, harder, watching her flesh jiggle and turn pink. “You pretend to be innocent around Mom and Dad, but deep down you are my dirty secret. My taboo little whore who gets wet when her stepbrother treats her like this.”

Antônio groaned loudly, his penetration deep, muscles tensing, feeling every contraction of hers, every sigh, every cry. They continued, exploring every point, every curve, every reaction. The sex became intense, dirty, without limits, mixing pleasure, desire, and the danger of the forbidden. Antônio kissed, bit, provoked, and Dirly surrendered completely, losing herself in the ecstasy, the risk, the taboo that consumed them. When they finally fell exhausted, bodies glued together, breathing heavily, the heat still pulsing, the tension remained. The taboo was still there—the age difference, his role as tutor, the risk of being discovered—everything increased the intensity of their desire and

“Total consent. No limits beyond what we establish upfront. Everything filmed, documented, for my book. Anonymized, of course. Your face blurred, name changed. But the data is real. The reactions. The limits pushed.” She flipped through the pages. Medical waiver. Non-disclosure. Consent forms with checkboxes for every kink imaginable: edging, bondage, pain play, psychological domination, exhibitionism, orgasm denial. “I study taboo,” he continued. “The things people crave but fear. The line between desire and destruction. You’ll be my subject. Live-in. Available 24/7. Free to leave at any time, but the stipend prorates. Finish the semester, get the full amount. Enough to pay off your loans a

Sabrina called back with a grin. "Now that sounds too good to be true," Tasha said. "I mean, I always thought it was a Glass Slipper kind of situation. Everyone's vagina is supposed to be different, right? So perfect for one lady isn't perfect for the rest. But now, here we are, with a 'perfect cock' right here in the audience." "You want some proof, Tasha?" Gemma called, to some cheers from the now tipsy and drunk crowd. "Uh, hell yeah I do. But I don't think that's legal for a comedy club," she joked.