Orgies Novels & Stories

My mind swirled with lots of questions, trying to hold myself together. “What are you talking about?” He looked around, lowering his voice even more. “This place—it gets fucked up after midnight. It’s not just dancing and drinking. It’s—” He hesitated, then said it, the words falling like ash. “It turns into an orgy. It’s part of the academy’s old rites. Magic exchange, bonding, whatever bullshit name they give it now. But it’s not something you want to be part of.”I just stood there, breathing hard, staring at him. The noise around me dimmed. The heat in my chest turned cold as I replayed the words in my head.

An inferno of sensation. The booth rocked with every thrust. He fucked her like a man starving. Like her purity was a meal he’d been denied his whole life. Her hands clawed at the wood. Her cries turned to chants. “God… oh God… oh—” “Don’t say His name,” Dante hissed, hand gripping her throat as he pounded harder. “You’re mine now, Sister.” She shattered. Screamed into the dark. Her first orgasm ripped through her like judgment day. He followed with a guttural growl, spilling deep inside her, marking her body with heat and filth.

she thought, her body marked with bites and slaps, her pussy throbbing with eternal lust. To celebrate their new life, they rented an isolated cabin in the mountains—a rustic refuge surrounded by dense forests, with no neighbors to hear the moans. It was equipped with a large bed, ropes, toys, and sheets that would soon be soaked in fluids. The pure mountain air contrasted sharply with the depravity to come: a no-limits orgy, fucking both outdoors and inside until eternal ecstasy.

I’m the birthday whore tonight, twenty-five today, and I decided the only way to celebrate properly was to throw the filthiest, most depraved bisexual orgy Rio de Janeiro has ever seen. This penthouse in Rio is about to become a war zone of sweat, cum, and raw need. The second the door clicks shut, the four gods walk in: Filou in a black tank top, his thick black cock already heavy and swinging between his powerful thighs; Maximo shirtless, veins bulging across his chest and arms; Alfie blond and smirking, his carved abs glistening under the low lights; Malik silent and heavily tatted, the massive outline of his dick straining visibly against his pants. Behind them come my two favorite sluts

He was the invitation. Inside, the music pounded so loudly my ears begged for mercy. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and alcohol. Women in tiny outfits moved against men shamelessly, drinks spilled, laughter roared. It was chaos, but it was… alive. So this was what a club was like.

And least he knew, I was far from decency. Yes, he was right about some things—and that should be, being into books and never done it with anyone in the school before except with him which happened today and I'm already regretting it. But my body didn't seem to regret it though, as my thighs already got soaked with the wetness from my pvssy. I wished to drag him to a corner and begin f*cking him now. My body was acting out of control now and I suddenly grabbed his collar and jammed my lips against his. He seemed not to be able to resist me as he gave in instantly. We sucked on each other's lips for a few minutes, then slowly we came to a halt.

he breathed, shaking his head at me, coaxing me not to bolt…to not run away… as if he knew exactly what was racing through my head. Orgies, foursomes … threesomes Orgies, foursomes … threesomes Orgies, foursomes … threesomes They echoed louder in my head than his voice calling my name.

But it seemed like voyeurism was the allure. Rooms faced each other with glass doors. The path we walked through was the divide in the middle. Some curtains in some rooms were closed, but the majority were open. I saw things. Naked bodies pressed against naked bodies. Moans of pleasure and pain in one room where an orgy was going on. A two man action. A two woman action. It was like a p**n organization, in the most debaucherous way. “Welcone to Pandemonium's secret lair,” she whispered to me.

My second orgasm ripped through me in sharp, pulsing waves. “Gideon!” I cried out his name and clamped my thighs around his head, but he didn’t pull away. He kept licking my juice through it, drawing my orgasm out until I was trembling and somehow wanting more. Only then did he climb back up my body. His cock dragged wetly along my thigh, then settled against my entrance again. He kissed me, letting me taste myself in his tongue, and pushed back his hard cock inside in one smooth stroke. I moaned into his mouth.

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black