Orgy Stories Novels & Stories

“Say it.” “I’m yours!” He fucked her harder. “Say it again.” “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!” The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. His growls matched her cries. Her orgasm built fast—too fast—and she tried to hold it. “You’re not allowed,” he snarled. “Don’t come.” But she couldn’t stop. It tore through her like a storm, shaking her, screaming his name as she convulsed around him.

My back arched, my vision blurred, and the orgasm tore through me without warning. So violent, shattering, and humiliating. I sobbed beneath him as my body betrayed me, again. “Good little bitch,” he growled above me, pounding into me faster now. “You will break for me again.” And I did two more times. Each orgasm ripped away a little more of my pride. By the time I felt the thick bulge at the base of his cock pressing against my entrance, his knot, I was too wrecked to resist. He slammed it against me, over and over, grinding it at the edge, teasing me.

All seven men took turns fucking me from behind, slapping my ass and calling me their perfect villa slut. “You love this, don’t you?” Diego groaned as he pounded me. “Getting gangbanged by strangers on your solo trip.” “Yes,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “I love it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” They didn’t. The orgy continued well into the afternoon. They carried me from the pool to the outdoor bed, then to the shaded terrace, using me in every position imaginable. I lost track of how many loads I took. My belly felt full and heavy. Cum leaked constantly from both my holes.

My legs jerked and my toes curled and my juices kept squirting with every hard thrust he gave me. The thrill that Tyler could wake up any second and catch us made the orgasm even stronger. I felt like I was losing my mind from how intense it was. Kyle groaned deep in his throat but kept pounding up into me through my orgasm. “Fuck yes squirt all over my cock you filthy girl. Look at the mess you’re making on the balcony. Tyler has no idea his wife is out here flooding my dick like a whore.” His hand stayed clamped tight over my mouth while my body convulsed and shook on top of him.

I stumbled into the Orgy Dome on shaky legs, still leaking cum from the pool marathon earlier that day. My pussy and ass felt raw and swollen, but that deep ache only made me wetter. The air inside was thick and heavy with the smell of sweat, cum, and pussy, and dim red lights lit up the place, and big soft mats and pillows covered the floor everywhere. There were about twenty naked men scattered around, all of them hard or getting hard, cocks swinging heavy between their legs.

Claire was crying out now, her mind hazy by the sheer intensity of the tribbing. "I'm... I'm cumming!" Claire shrieked, her voice cracking. "You don't cum until I say so!" Colette snapped, her own body beginning to vibrate with the onset of her orgasm. "Do you hear me?" Claire gasped, fighting the wave, clenching her muscles, crying out as she denied herself the release. Colette felt the pressure in her own body reach a boiling point. The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken.

Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers first,” he ordered. “Then I’m going to bend you over and wreck you.” Lia shattered. Her first orgasm with someone else ripped through her like lightning. She clamped down on his fingers, gushing around them as she moaned his name loud enough that anyone passing by might hear. Ethan didn’t give her time to recover. He spun her around, pressing her front against the cold tiled wall. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties down her legs. They caught on one ankle as he kicked her feet apart.

She exclaimed coaxing his cock and then spreading her legs wider to engulf it. “Oh!” She cried as she felt how deep he went into her. Her head fell back as she got used to him inside her, but as she started to move, both groaned with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples and felt her tighten around him. She opened her eyes with surprise. “Again,” she said. He did it again. The walls that were warmly wrapped around his shaft squeezed him again. “Again,” she ordered. Delighted, he did. Whatever she asked. Again, and again. More, and more. End of Book 1

“Very happy. You were so fucking wet when Jake slid in first. I could hear how sloppy your cunt was from across the room. Then when I pushed in right after him… fuck, the way you moaned our names. ‘Don’t stop, I need you both deeper.’ Greedy as always.” I swallowed hard, thighs clenching as we wandered toward the main music pavilion. The memory made a fresh heat pool low in my belly. I could almost feel Jake’s thick cock filling me while Alex gripped my hips from behind, both of them moving in that dirty rhythm that made me lose my mind. “You two are trouble. I have photos to take for a couple magazine spreads. This fair could lead to bigger gigs if I nail the vibe.

“Every night you stood between my knees wet and shaking and pretending you were still only here to dance. Fuck yourself on me the way you’ve been wanting to.” A broken sound escaped me. I rode him harder, the chair creaking faintly beneath us, my thighs burning with the effort. The orgasm built with terrifying speed days of denial collapsing into a single rising wave. Cole seemed to feel it. His grip on my hip tightened, guiding me into shorter, deeper strokes that kept him pressed exactly where I needed him. “Come,” he ordered quietly. “Now.” The command tipped me over.