Orgy Stories Novels & Stories

A guttural roar tears from their throat as they empty their balls, painting Stefanie's insides with their hot seed. *"YES! Oh fuck, YES!" *Y/N chants, their hips jerking erratically as they ride out the intense orgasm.* "So fucking good, Stefanie! You took it so well!" *As the aftershocks subside, Y/N collapses on top of Stefanie, both of them panting heavily in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Despite the sweat-slicked skin and tangled limbs, there's an undeniable sense of satisfaction and connection between them – something that goes beyond just a thrilling, illicit fuck.**

Both Gary and Marge followed her example and the three naked bodies cavorted in unison under the tingling waterfall of warm sparkling drops that stimulated their bodies with an insatiable urge for coupling. The beautiful vampire bent forward at the waist and was immediately covered by the rambunctious Gary fired up with this "Lolita" of his mind in naked splendor and on offer inches from his greedy cock. He didn't care that his wife of many years was watching with jealous eyes. In fact, Marge was no longer jealous but she did have a definite need and urgency to participate in the festivities. She took Velda's pert and fully aroused boobs and nipples into her mouth and sucked with desperate n

Ash asks, very heavy on the judgment. “Yes, and? I’m young and I was single,” he snaps. I cover my face in frustration, “Georgie, relax, I’ve only been in one orgy. I told you all about it. The rest of the stuff I’ve done is normal sex, sometimes threesomes. And I did hook up with a guy in California one time, but it’s because he looked like an elf or something, so pretty. Sorry, am I making it worse?” “Yes, you’re fucking annoying me,” I admit, “I don’t want to remember all of the stuff you’ve told me about, but now I’m remembering it.”

“If one vampire is in a committed relationship and someone wants to bed him or her, that vampire’s partner has to be okay with it.” “Oh,” I said with relief. “I thought that you were talking about orgies.” “Oh, they have them too. Like I said, they’re free and comfortable where sex is concerned.” “Wow,” I choked out. “Have… have you participated in one of those orgies?” “It was the best experience,” she said with a smile. “I can’t explain the sensation of having various lips doing various things to all of your body parts at once.” “Just lips?” I pried.

The lights growing brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. Today marks Nafisa's two years wedding anniversary with her husband, Hussain and then he decided to throw a big party for them even though she was against it. She watched as her husband interacts with his business partners, a smile on his face.

Her body stretched so hard she thought she’d break. Her orgasm tore through her so fast she couldn’t control it. Her screams muffled by Jay’s mouth on hers as Brook groaned and spilled into her at the same time. Jay followed seconds later. His cock pulsing deep inside her…feeling her till she was a wreck…trembling as she was pinned between them both. When it was all over Jay collapsed on the bed..laughing breathlessly as he said… “well truth or dare has never been this fun”

His lips kissed mine passionately, then both of his hands untied my kimono. Suddenly, the men approached me and began touching every curve of my body until my lips spontaneously let out a muffled moan. Then, Hugo broke the kiss and asked me, who was still reeling from the pleasure of their hands, “Do you agree to this orgy?” I couldn’t refuse—not impossible, but impossible. Four men, already aroused by their passion, surrounded me, their naughty hands touching every curve of my body. In fact, one of them opened my legs wider and licked my wet vagina. Meanwhile, the other two squeezed my breasts and sucked hard on my nipples.

"Is he aware you're here? Dripping and begging for another man's cock?" Her face flushed hot. "N-No sir" She answered, dismissing the guilt that crept into her heart. She heard him make a sound. A laugh? She couldn't tell. "When last have you had an orgasm?" The feather danced lower, tickling the hypersensitive skin of her stomach before flicking lightly over her clit. She whimpered, everything was too much and yet not enough. "I can't remember the last time I cummed while being fucked," She finally admitted, her voice cracking. "Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married."

We stepped in, and my jaw dropped. The place was an orgy house. Bodies everywhere, tangled in groups, different positions, moans and gasps filling the air. A woman in lingerie was bent over a table with a guy behind her and another kissing her neck. Across the room, two women were grinding on a guy, their hands all over each other. “Holy shit,” I whispered, grabbing Toni’s arm. “Toni, what the fuck is this place?” Her eyes were wide. “I… I don’t know. This is way more than I expected.”

She reached between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he impaled her. “I’m gonna cum!” she screamed. “Make me cum!” His thrusts became erratic, desperate. He was losing control. Francine felt his cock swell even more inside her. She pinched her clit and the coil snapped. Her orgasm exploded through her. Waves of blinding pleasure convulsed her body. Her pussy clenched around his shaft, milking it. She shook, sobbing with release. The sensation triggered his own. Harry cried out, a broken shout. He slammed into her one final, deep time and held there. His cock jerked, and Francine felt the hot flood of his cum filling her, spilling deep inside her channel.