Sex Story Group Novels & Stories

I’ve never witnessed a coven ritual, but Delilah told me about the one she unintentionally crashed when looking for Katrina. While I’ll give credit that the place was clean and not seedy like some cheap strip club, the high-end and tasteful decor doesn’t negate that Aidan brought me to a sex club. Everywhere I looked, someone was having sex. And none of it was tame lights off missionary style sex. Honestly, as I looked around the room, if you took away the performers, it reminded me of the rut scenes from Lisa Ladew’s One True Mate series.

They collapsed onto the cold and sticky floor of Laura's apartment, their sweaty and intertwined bodies falling into an exhausted tangle of limp limbs and marked skins, the wooden floor creaking under their collective weight as if protesting against the abuse it had just witnessed, now covered in a viscous layer of semen, juices, and sweat that formed irregular and shiny puddles under the faint light of the nearly extinguished vanilla candles. The humid and oppressive air of the place was saturated with the raw and unmistakable smell of group sex—a earthy cocktail of salty cum mixed with sweet and musky juices, acrid male sweat, and the residual stench of improvised oil, creating a dense fog

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

“What are you offering tonight?” Celestine sways thoughtfully. Seductively. “Well, I’m offering myself up for a gang bang. Open to a group of men and women who’dlike a piece of me and each other tonight, I give you the space and the freedom to explore. Express. With me. With the others in the bid. Any and all types of sex and foreplay are on the table as long as everyone in the group — whom ever you may be — agrees.” Instantly, there’s clamoring. Shuffling of chairs and tables. Knocking of said tables and chairs as groups of men and women get together and start talking about a combined bid for Celestine. I’m blown away. When she

He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly. Across the room Lena straddled Jordan. They kissed deep and hungry, her hips grinding against the bulge in his boxers. Ryan watched them openly, his hand rubbing the front of his own underwear while Sophia turned to me, her green eyes dark with want. The final round hit. “Never have I ever wanted to fuck someone in this room right now,” Sophia whispered. Every single glass was now empty and the room fell quiet except for the crackle of fire. Sophia set her glass down and crawled closer, her breasts brushing my arm. “Then let’s change

“You’re not expelled—yet—but the board is requiring a psychological evaluation. Weekly therapy. Sexual addiction counseling.” I laughed. “Is that a thing? Real therapy for sex addicts?” He didn’t answer. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll go. Talk about my daddy issues or whatever makes you feel better.” He handed me a paper with an address. “You start tomorrow. 5 PM. Don’t be late.” I didn’t plan to take it seriously. I didn’t plan to take him seriously either. That was before I met him. The building was quiet. No receptionist. Just a black leather couch in the waiting room, a ticking wall clock, and a faint smell of leather and something woodsy—cedar, maybe.

activities. The Order, as I soon discovered, is mostly about dark sex and mind-blowing orgies. Sure, there are some philosophical discussions and group meditations thrown in, but let's be real—the real draw is the no-holds-barred, anything-goes sexual exploration. Tonight is orgy night, and anticipation is coursing through my veins like a shot of pure adrenaline. I'm eagerly looking forward to having every inch of my body pleasured, to being filled in all holes by a variety of dicks, each one offering a unique flavor of ecstasy.

They sat down together as they began to eat the food while discussing about themselves. "I didn't know you have a new girlfriend who's good at cooking noodles?! Stella teases, enjoying the fact that the noodles were well cooked and it tested Very well. "Well, Clara is an old friend of mine actually! We've been together for some years now". Jane uttered then turned to look at Clara. "Clara, they're my friends and they're also members of the (Sex workers group) Clara was surprised to hear that. She really can't wait to see how the sex workers club has grown over a short period of time.

I asked, I was so confused. “Sex clubs are what the title entails but also other stuff like there are rooms for socializing, drinking even dancing if you want. Then they have more private areas with beds and other props for sex play, swingers go there and couples who want to explore, exhibitionists who like the thrill of sex in front of others and voyeurs who enjoy the watching.” She explained like she knew a lot about it. “Do you always go there?” I asked and she chuckled.

Lisa Walker “With all those men?” I asked, gazing at her face. Hugo smiled slyly. He didn’t answer, just nodded. “You’re crazy. I never agreed to have sex with any of them. This is harassment and deception.” My voice was getting louder. “Lisa, listen to me. Are you acting like a respectable woman who only serves your husband? Remember, you’ve had sex with many men. Greg and I weren’t your first. There were over twenty men in the group who had had sex with you. And now you have four men, including me, waiting for you to serve. This isn’t difficult for you. We did this at a party a while back. Please. Let’s have some fun,” Hugo said.