Orgy Novels & Stories

The man who had been with him all evening whipped out his stumpy, broad-headed cock and thrust it into the pursed anus. Tony put an arm round Karen and dipped a hand in her cleavage. White-hot desire snaked through her as he stroked a nipple with one finger. Where was Mallory? Her eyes sought him in the crowd, but she kept getting distracted, thinking, I suppose this is an orgy. I’ve never been to an orgy before. ‘You want him? He’s in the bedroom.’ Tony was attuned to her desires.

Knowing that her orgasm is nearing, Alex’s cock enlarged inside her and together, they stiffened as their orgasm trickled out with Alex jetting his seed deep inside her. They were about to slump against the floor when Angela’s whimpers washed over them and then the girl came together with the stranger. Kate huddled on the floor with her back against Alex’s chest. His seed slipping down to her thighs. What just happened? Kate never knew this was how orgies are.

"How the hell does that work?" Sigmund groans as Rockledge fills his ass with his seed. Iris's legs shake as Sophia pulls an orgasm from her. I can feel our mingled juices slipping out of me as Peirce lays back, reveling in the feeling of my bite. Sophia's orgasm is the next to hit, as Rockledge gets under Sigmund, sucking him off.

Double blowjobs, me and Lucy on our knees, tongues battling over shafts, deepthroating in tandem, gagging and swapping cum-glazed lips. By midday, exhausted but sated, we lounged in the living room again, naked and unashamed. The orgy had woven us into something unbreakable, a web of shared secrets and insatiable hunger. But as Davis's hand idly stroked my thigh, Nathan's eyes promising more, and Lucy's fingers tracing patterns on my breast, I couldn't shake the thrill humming in my veins. This neighborhood? It wasn't unraveling us... it was remaking us, piece by filthy piece.

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.

I called like my life depended on it. But there was no answer. In anger, I kicked the door and it flung open. But the room was empty, no Orion. Without taking a moment to breathe, I strode down to the main parlour. The sex orgy had already started, I saw naked bodies, ladies moaning in pleasure as men penetrated them. Something about it called to me; it felt more like a ritual than an after-party fun. But my rage overwhelmed it. I moved past them and saw some waiters carrying glasses of what I believed was champagne.

We burst into Ardyn's chambers like a storm, door slamming, cloaks shed in heaps. The room's a haven: massive bed piled with silks, candles casting golden glows on marble floors. No words needed; the arousal hits like a wave. Adrenaline surges, making us all eager, aggressive, hands grabbing, bodies colliding before we even strip. "Fuck, that orgy," Zane growls first, voice rough, shoving me against the wall. His lips crash into mine, tongue demanding, tasting of battle salt. My fangirl brain squeals, harem orgy?

Then a soft *ping* cut through the haze, snapping her attention to her phone lying face-up on the duvet at the foot of her bed. Monica’s eyes flicked down. And she saw a notification from the orgy sex party’s application portal. Her breath caught, and she scrambled for the device, her damp fingers slipping slightly on the slick screen as she tried to grip it. ‘Congratulations. You have been accepted to participate in the Elysian orgy sex party, held at 44 Westfield Street, downtown New York City. Saturday, August 25th.’ For a moment, everything froze. The moans from her laptop faded into a distant hum as a surge of pure, unfilte

Sable straddled Lorien’s face, grinding her soaked pussy against his mouth while she leaned forward to lick where Draven and Lorien disappeared inside Vespera. Silas bent me over beside them, driving into my dripping cunt with long, commanding strokes. Rook claimed my ass, stretching me wide around his girth. Wren slipped beneath me, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit while his fingers teased my nipples. The four of us moved in a filthy, perfect rhythm that sent golden light cascading into the abyss. The orgy deepened.

One touch is never enough. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her insatiable thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of pleasure with no names and no limits. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a claim. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back.