You regret the things you don’t do more than the ones you do. That was my experience, anyway, at the wise old age of 26. My regrets were few, though. I’d had and was having a jolly life, full of romantic adventure and sexual hijinks.

But if there was one glaring absence in my erotic biography, it was this: I’d missed the opportunity to participate in an orgy.

I was engaged in all sorts of discoveries and experimentations during my college years. Outdoor sex? Did it. Anal? Check. Lesbian encounters? Oh you betcha.

But one night, a frenzied rumor swept the dorms. There was a well-known party house off campus, and that night a very special bash was supposed to be underway. But when I heard what it was about, I balked.

“Seriously?” I asked my girlfriend Suze. “Like an ancient Roman orgy?”

Excitement radiated from Suze. “I hope so! You should come.” She grabbed my arm and hauled me along.

I went willingly, aware that some part of me was very intrigued. But for all my recent adventures, it still seemed too much. If there was any kind of line for sexual behavior, an orgy was surely over it, I felt.

We entered the house. Immediately, I saw the rumors were true. A whole spacious room in the place had been cleared of furniture. Soft gym mats were spread on the floor. And on those mats was a mass of squirming, sighing, very naked bodies of all sorts.

My jaw dropped, and my brain couldn’t make sense of what I saw. I vaguely guessed that 20 people were participating. But it was almost impossible to sort out all the couplings and connections. Individual interactions blurred. A woman was engrossed in sucking a guy’s cock, but she was getting her ass eaten out at the same time by another girl, while that woman was being fucked doggy-style by a guy.

It was carnal overload. In a frail whisper I said, “I don’t think I can.”

Then I realized Suze was swiftly undressing next to me. She took my arm and tried to pull me once again. That time, though, I resisted. I watched dumbfounded as she disappeared into the crowd, losing herself. Instantly, she was absorbed. A good-looking man got on top of her, and a sexy gal squatted on her face. Suze’s tongue flashed, and her hips pumped. Her hands reached out on either side, groping cocks and cunts, asses and tits.

I turned and fled. But the images were burned forever into my mind. Only gradually did I realize how badly I’d wanted to descend into that flesh pit. I would go on to torture myself for years over that golden opportunity I had so squandered.

Orgies, it turned out, didn’t happen every day. They required luck, synergy and good timing. That orgy night during school became legendary, but it was never repeated.

Occasionally, I told the story to an intimate friend. Some reacted as I had that night—with disbelief and automatic repulsion. Like, who would want to go to an orgy? Ew.

But then Brenda came into my life. She was a sweet-looking woman who worked in the same downtown building as I did. We struck up a friendship, then a romance, and eventually settled into being casual lovers. She was as bi as me.

When I related my orgy story, she got a thoughtful expression on her pretty face. Was she disgusted? Suddenly, I was uncertain.

“Do you regret not doing it?” she finally asked.

There it was. I decided to lay it on the line. After all, we were currently lying naked in bed together, sated and happy. I should be able to tell her the truth.

“It’s my biggest regret,” I said.

She pulled me in for a long, sensual kiss, then murmured, “I can help.”

Like I said, orgies are a logistical nightmare. Trying to get a workable number of people coordinated in a single space was quite a task. Brenda happened to belong to a group of go-getting social networkers who liked to stage such events for their own pleasure. She told me a get-together was planned for that Saturday.

“I’d be welcome?” I asked, a little breathless and aroused.

Brenda said, “I’m vouching for you.” She smirked. “Don’t let me down.”

I was scared and excited that Saturday, throwbacks to the emotions I’d experienced long ago with Suze dragging me along to the party house. But this time, I was determined to go through with it.

The setup, when we arrived, was remarkably like that earlier scene. It was a large room in a house, empty of furniture, with spongy mats all over the floor. About a dozen people were there ahead of us. All but two were already naked and rolling playfully on the mats.

I had the impression things hadn’t started seriously yet. I gazed with wonder at the nude bodies. People I didn’t know engaged in foreplay-like antics without the least sign of inhibition. Mouths met. Hands groped. Tits were squeezed, and cocks stroked.

Excitement simmered urgently in me. Suddenly, someone was pulling off my blouse. It was Brenda. She was already stripped beside me. I hurried out of my clothes, and she pushed me gently out into the middle of the growing pile of flesh. More people were arriving, and the others already there were getting down to serious business.

Was this impersonal? Unseemly? I wasn’t about to second-guess myself after so many years of pining over my earlier inaction. I padded across the mats, and random hands reached up. Someone cupped my ass. Another person grazed fingertips along my damp pussy lips, sending thrills tingling through me.

Brenda had gone off to some other part of the big room. That was best. I wanted to give myself over to the utter anonymity of the experience.

I knelt. More hands touched me, pulling me further down. I lay full-length, finding myself facing a handsome man. I slipped into his arms, and our mouths came together. The kiss seemed the most natural thing in the world. When our tongues met, the sensation only grew more wonderful. He pressed his hard cock against my belly.

Boldly, I took him in my hand, squeezing his shaft. He writhed against me, and I realized a woman was nibbling on his shoulder from behind. I met her eyes, broke my kiss with him and leaned forward to tangle tongues with her.

As I started pumping his cock, someone else pressed in behind me. A stiff cock rubbed between the globes of my ass. I ground back against the stranger as he humped against my butt. I felt his hot breath on my nape.

The man in front of me was fingering my pussy. I lifted my leg, and he jammed two fingers inside me. I moaned with pleasure. My clit was throbbing as joy danced up my body and my nipples stiffened to tight points.

I guided the stranger’s cock to the slick entrance of my pussy. His shaft soon replaced his questing fingers. He slipped into me, touching me at my innermost spot. I wriggled with pleasure.

The man against my back continued to grind between my ass-halves. I reached behind and directed his swollen cockhead to the ring of my ass. He gasped with excitement as he slowly sank inside me.

I moaned so loudly it was almost a scream, but mine was hardly the only voice raised in erotic bliss. The room was a cacophony of groans, grunts and growls. At least two dozen people were present, everybody engaged in drastic sexual congress. But they were a blur around my little fleshy island. I was being serviced by two lovely hard cocks—one in my pussy and one in my ass.

The nameless men sandwiched me, their cocks plowing my holes. An unstoppable ecstasy was rising within me, sexual delight so intense I almost feared it. But when it broke over me and I was thrashing between the lovely pair, it was nothing but joyous satisfaction.

As I came, first one, then the other shot his load inside me.

Afterward a woman crawled up onto my sprawled body. We started off kissing. Her mouth tasted of cock, and I tried to suck the flavor entirely off her tongue. I desperately wanted to lick her pussy, but she had the same idea. Fortunately, a 69 was the perfect solution for us both.

I was atop her, driving my tongue into her succulent cunt. She lapped at me from below, zeroing in on my clit and driving me into a frenzy. While she was doing that, someone else started eating the stray jizz out of my asshole.

A man happened along as we were mutually climaxing and sprayed his hot come over us, apparently captivated by our lesbian display.

But the most amazing thing was that everything felt so free to me. If I’d had any inhibitions when I arrived, they were gone. Everybody was there to enjoy themselves, to give and take pleasure. We were in a no-guilt, no-worry space.

I sucked the cock of a man whose face I never saw, concealed as it was by another woman’s pussy. I cradled his balls and worked my mouth up and down his staff. Spit dribbled from a corner of my mouth, then a little drizzle of jizz as he erupted, though I swallowed most of his load, savoring the taste.

Afterward, I found myself on my back with a woman nestled between my outspread thighs as her tongue lapped at my snatch. I never saw her face either as a man had straddled my torso, pushed my breasts together and proceeded to tit-fuck me. I licked impishly at his cockhead until he finally shot all over my face.

Someone was licking his cream away as I lay dreamily on the mats. I slitted my eyes to see Brenda was cleaning my face. I kissed her, feeling a flood of gratitude.

“Everything you’d hoped for, baby?” she murmured.

“So much more.”

I couldn’t count the number of times I’d come. Yet I still burned with a deep lust, my body buzzing with excitement. I would never forget that night.

Brenda lapped up a last stray gob of cream and grinned.

“Then let’s both grab a couple of these bucks and get spit-roasted. Then I want to break out some of the toys. How about I strap on and fuck every hole you’ve got?” she proposed.

I agreed, and we sealed it with a kiss. I hadn’t lost myself in this crowd. Instead, in that writhing naked mass, I had found my true self.