Orgy Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the room: the squelch of her soaked pussy around Ethan’s cock, the slick glide of Richard’s cock in her ass, the slap of skin on skin, and Sophia’s constant, desperate moans. Richard reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. “Come for us, princess. Come with both your holes stuffed full of family cock. Show us what a good little cumdump you are.” Sophia’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her back arched violently off the bed as she screamed, her pussy and ass clamping down hard around both cocks. Clear fluid squirted from her pussy around Ethan’s shaft, soaking his abs and the sheets beneath them. Her whole body shook uncontrollably.

I swallowed every drop, milking him until he shuddered and pulled out. He thrust 3 of his fingers in me hard, filling me completely, and I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so tight, fuck," he groaned, hand on my tit, pinching my nipple through the dress. "Harder," I begged, the anger turning to pure need, my orgasm building fast. We stumbled out of the club and straight into the back seat of Xavier's car. The door slammed hard behind us and the driver pulled away without a word.

She cried out, her thighs shaking violently. Dr. Hale didn't stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, maintaining his rhythm as her walls spasmed around him. "That's one. Keep going." Emily's first orgasm rolled into a second as he continued pounding into her. Her vision blurred. "Oh god—it's not stopping—" "Multiple orgasms are normal when the stimulation is consistent," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Your body is learning to let go." He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach. "On your knees. I want to fuck you from behind."

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. The chapter culminates in a collective climax: they sped up, fucking like animals. Pathy came one last time, squirting hard, and they exploded, pulling their cocks out and cumming all over her—hot jets on her face, tits, ass, and pussy, cum splattered across her mouth, hair, and silk sheets. Their bodies collapsed into a sweaty, sticky pile, exhausted but satisfied in their endless orgy.

Familiar one’s fingers dug into my hips, leaving fresh bruises. Another orgasm built—deeper, darker. When it crashed, I blacked out for seconds—whole body convulsing, squirting again, mess dripping to the floor. They roared through their own releases: familiar one spilling hot in my ass, new one flooding my pussy, Shadow grinding against the base of her strap until she shuddered. They held me there—still buried, bodies pressed, breathing ragged against my skin. Slow withdrawal. Gentle now. Blindfold off. Earplugs out. World rushed back—too bright, too loud. They unbound me carefully, lowered me to blankets on the floor. Water. Chocolate. Soft cloths wiping sweat, cum, tears.

He didn't pull away, just drained the cum out of me. "You came so fast, Eve. A tramp like you is supposed to last longer." He didn't let me go. Still holding my legs apart, he licked slow circles on my swollen folds, lapping away at the slickness. The second orgasm came too fast too. I sobbed, body jerking as I splattered juice on the bed where I slept with my husband. He pulled back, using the shirt sleeves to wipe his shiny mouth clean from my fluids. Graham yanked my underwear in place, making it snap hard on my sore clit.

“The rest of the group just arrived, baby. Twenty of us in total tonight. And we’re not stopping until sunrise. Your husband won’t recognize this used-up, cum-drenched pussy when he comes home.” Fingers thrust harder. Mouths latch onto my nipples again. New hands grab my hips. I cry out in overwhelmed pleasure as the full orgy begins around my blindfolded, helplessly submissive body. And I still don’t want it to stop.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.