Orgy Stories Novels & Stories

The Coven’s caress stretched on, their hands and mouths relentless, the manor a temple of our shared lust, the night a blur of ecstasy as they claimed me fully. Chapter Three – Coven’s Communion The manor’s chamber transformed into a haven of shadows and silk as the night wore on, the candles burning low, their wax dripping onto the velvet-draped platform where we lay entwined. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by the Coven’s unrelenting passion. The women loomed over me, their breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

“So, I wasn't sure how'd you feel about this, but I kind of set this up a couple of days ago. We're going to have a threesome. We want you to join in but we didn't want to push the idea on you. We know you've never cheated but we also know you need a good lay.” “I don't know what to say.” I was stunned. The last time we had done anything like this was way before we were married. The three of us had experimented with each other just like many young female besties. We had also swapped partners before. One of those swapping events turned into a night long orgy. I had no idea that any of that was still on the table.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

I was already so close, so wound up from hours of teasing and denial, that the orgasm started building fast and violently. I grabbed his cock again and started stroking faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers fucking into me. Wet, filthy sounds were barely hidden under the blanket. Sophie slept on, completely unaware her boyfriend had two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her mother’s cunt. His thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, perfect circles. I came like a fucking freight train.

He groaned in my ears, his grip tightening against my waist and neck, and I could feel my orgasm building up already in my stomach. “I’m c-cumming! Ughh! I’m c-cumming!” “So fucking tight! Shit!! Accept my fucking load! Fuck!!” Our moans echoed through the parking lot as we both trembled for that wild orgasm. My eyelids felt heavy as I breathed heavily, squeezing my ass against the man’s cock. We didn’t yet finish, he carried me inside his car and fucked once more until we both satisfied ourselves. ******* “Aleeya! Aleeya! Breakfast is ready!”

Each sting hurt more than the previous one but still my body wanted more, my body craved for the harsh treatment. I could feel my orgasm but I clenched my teeth to ward it off, letting my mind revel in this brutal but beautiful treatment. “When you get home, tell your wife that the only way you can blow a load is to get wiped so hard on your cock till it spills” My body shivered… how did he know I had a wife? I didn't get the time to think when the final strike sent me over the edge. A strike so painful and brutal, I couldn't think hit so hard that my sperm burst out again and again.

Angela went to work jiggling her clit between her fingertips and soon felt herself tittering on the brink of yet another orgasm. "Oh Baby, I'm going to cum again," she announced when she felt the heat of her renewed arousal rising within her. Angela couldn't believe it. Orgasms with her first husband were rare and they never happened with Bob. Even with her first husband she had never had more than one. She had lost count of how many she had enjoyed with Luke and didn't care. Her body started to move as she worked to match the rhythm of his strokes. He groaned when she started working her hips faster as she thrust back to meet his cock. "Fuck yeah baby. You need it bad," he gasped.

He was devouring me, his stubble scratching the insides of my thighs, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me still while he drank me in. I was moaning shamelessly, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer even as the intensity of his tongue made my hips buck uncontrollably. He found my clit with his teeth, nipping and sucking until a terrifying wave of pressure started in my toes. I screamed, my back arching off the cold stone as my first orgasm of the morning ripped through me, my pussy pulsing against his face. He didn't let me recover. He stood up, the movement fluid and dangerous, and grabbed my hair to tilt my head back.

“You love this, don’t you? Being our cum-dumpster. Our blood whore.” “Yes!” Freya screamed, voice breaking. “I’m yours… all of yours… use me forever!” The orgy intensified. They suspended her from the ceiling chains, legs spread obscenely. Every vampire took a turn fucking her swinging body, pounding her cunt, ass, and mouth in a rotating frenzy. Bites covered her body now: neck, breasts, thighs, even the swollen lips of her pussy. Blood trickled constantly, licked up by eager tongues. At one point, three cocks filled her at once, two in her pussy, stretching her to her limit, and one in her ass. The pain was exquisite that she felt like passing away.