Orgies Romane & Geschichten

Many are completely naked, having aggressive sex out in the open while others do it discreetly. Tom sees this and can't believe it. His eyes dart from one cluster of them to another, shocked that they could be doing this, and in a church of all places. He even sees a group of four that appear to be having an orgy. Where Brittney, who is bent over, is doubled teamed on either side with a cock in her mouth and womanhood, while a woman under her gropes her swinging breasts.

He rubbed it in heavy, circular motions, crushing the sensitive little bead of flesh until Clara was completely losing her mind. "Julian! Oh god, Julian, please!" she screamed into the empty room, her voice echoing off the high ceiling. The pleasure was too much, too sharp, too intense to handle. Her internal muscles began to spasm, clamping down like a vice around his fingers as her first orgasm tore through her body. She arched her back high off the desk, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as a heavy flood of her slick juices poured out of her, coating Julian’s fingers and dripping down onto his hand.

My body tensed in response, the feeling of an imminent explosion intensifying with ever buck of hips, assisted by Marco's arm supporting my waist beneath him. I shut my eyes. Not caring what I looked like as I squeezed my face in concentration. “I think…” I finally found my voice, cracked and whimpering. “I wanna pee!” I cried out, attempting to stop what I was doing. Fighting the release because I had an irrational fear that it would go wrong. But Marco took my lips again, swallowing my protest with a command of his own: “Cum for me baby.” In an instant, that pressure that had been teasing my senses into oblivion finally broke like a dam. Rushing through and drowning me in a wave of ecstasy

My skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, coated in sweat and expensive lube. I had lost count of the orgasms; they had blurred into one continuous, white-hot hum in my brain. But as I looked at the three olive-skinned giants surrounding me, I knew I didn't care. They could fuck every ounce of energy and strength out of me until I was nothing but a memory on these silk sheets, and I would die happy. "Jax," Dante’s voice broke, deep and vibrating against my back. "Pass me the lube. The thick one."

She was making sounds that left no doubt about what was happening. And no one seemed to care. I jerked my gaze away, heat flooding my face. But it wasn't just that one alcove. Further down, through another gap, I could see what could only be described as an orgy. Multiple bodies tangled together—I counted at least five people—hands and mouths everywhere. A woman riding a man while another woman kissed her. Two women were eating each other while a third woman watched. Shared pleasure. Almost celebratory. My mouth fell open. In Creek Keepers, this would be scandalous. The kind of thing that got you shunned by the pack or worse.

He curls them, finding that spot, and I grab his wrist, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please—" "Please what?" His voice is low, rough, his thumb circling my clit. "Please don't stop." He doesn't. He works me with his fingers, his mouth on my neck, until I'm trembling, desperate, the orgasm building low in my belly. I come with a cry, my body clenching around his fingers, the waves of pleasure rolling through me. He pulls his fingers out, brings them to his mouth, and sucks them clean. The sight is so filthy, so intimate, that I feel a fresh pulse of heat between my legs.

“Begging for your best friend’s dad’s cock. You love this, don’t you?” “I love it,” I whimpered, pushing back against him. “I’m your dirty little secret. Please, Daddy. I’m gonna cum.” He fucked me even harder, hand tight over my mouth as my orgasm crashed through me. My pussy clenched around his thick cock, pulsing and squeezing him as waves of pleasure ripped through my body. Seconds later John buried himself as deep as he could go and came with a deep, guttural groan, shooting thick ropes of cum inside me. We stayed locked together, trembling, his cock still twitching deep in my pussy.

The orgasm explodes through me so fast that I scream his name through clenched teeth. My pussy convulses wildly, branching off into a chain of other unplanned orgasms that threatened to be my undoing. Marcus buries his pulsing cock deep and releases into my sensitive pussy with my name on his lips that sound like a guttural groan. I watch the mirror with heavy-lidded eyes the way his cum leaks out of me, onto his balls and onto the floor. We’re both shaking and breathing hard with his cock still twitching inside me when the door handle rattles and the door opens.

Pity. We walked in on the largest orgy I had ever seen. Men and women tangled in various positions. This was nothing like the acclaimed sex party Eiecrunt threw every year. No. Bodies wreathed together. Slithered and slipped over each other. Cocks pounded into cunts so wet, I was sure they might slip from the effort. Moans caressed my ears. I felt myself stiffen. Groaned at the thought of Farren being here. Then I remembered why I was here and the haze evaporated.

Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on.