My friend and I were having mochas at a coffee place. I’d been bemoaning the unadventurous state of my sex life. I felt like I needed to do something wild to shake things up. Julie had suggested an orgy and pointed at her phone.

“There’s no such thing as an orgy app!” I said.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” she

replied.

“But how could it work? Orgies don’t advertise. An app isn’t going to tell me there’s an orgy within walking distance.” Then I added hesitantly, “Is it?”

She reached for her phone, flicked her thumb over the screen and showed me an icon.

“People do advertise orgies, sometimes. There are established groups, but they like to bring in new bodies occasionally. So they put out the word on social media, and this app collates that data.”

It seemed like science fiction — sexy science fiction. I started to actually believe. But something abruptly occurred to me.

“Wait,” I said. “You’ve got the app. Do you use it? Have you gone?”

“To an orgy?” Julia grinned. “You bet. Why do you think I haven’t bothered with a boyfriend lately. I can get sex any time I want.”

I tried to absorb that. Julia was no prude, same as me. But to imagine her in so extreme a sexual setup was shocking. Still, a voice in my head nagged that I myself had been contemplating something that intense.

“Give me your phone,” she said. I handed it over. She added the app and showed me how it worked. I could barely believe such information was available, literally at my fingertips. Technology and sexuality — what strange bedmates!

Of course I didn’t use the app right away. Instead, I consulted it regularly, seeing orgies popping up at this location and that. It was like playing a game. I let my imagination run wild, picturing clusters of strangers all gathered for mass carnal events.

But one day the banality of my sex life got to be too much. I was stuck in a rut, repeating dreary patterns. I decided I would visit one of those orgies. Even if I never did it again, the experience would surely alter me in a positive way.

I checked the app, located a nearby event and sent a text message saying I wished to attend. A moment later the reply came. I was welcome to come.

I grinned nervously. I certainly hoped to come. With that many bodies tumbling together, I should expect to come — over and over.

The get-together was on the top floor of an unassuming commercial building. I entered and climbed the stairs until I found a man sitting on a stool outside a shut door.

“Yes?” he asked pleasantly.

I gave the code phrase I’d been texted, and smiling, he opened the door. In a small foyer he showed me where I could undress and leave my clothes, then he went back outside.

From beyond the foyer I heard overlapping sounds — moans, grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh. God, it was real! There was a bona fide orgy underway!

In a flash I was naked, bare feet padding toward the orgiastic noises. I prepared myself, but it was still quite a shock when I turned the corner and saw countless naked bodies.

Men and women were tangling in couples, in threesomes, in foursomes. In groupings that defied easy categorization. My brain overloaded with the erotic spectacle. For several seconds I couldn’t sort one single form from another. They all appeared to meld. They were a grasping, groping, grappling mass. Busy mouths and hands, jutting cocks and streaming pussies.

I saw, through the squirming shapes, that soft mats covered the floor. The air was humid and supercharged with sexual odors. I inhaled the rich aroma of semen, the bouquet of vaginal fluids. Exciting smells. My pussy dampened in sympathy. My nipples rose to erect pink points.

I stepped carefully out among the sea of writhing bodies. Obviously, the event was well along. I was arriving fashionably late. As my first shock eased, I began to differentiate the figures. I ballparked the number in attendance. Forty people. All naked, all fucking and sucking. Incredible. And I was there because of a phone app.

A hand reached up and touched my calf. Another rose and calmly cupped my left ass cheek. A hot tingle of pleasure went through me. No introductions, no overtures. I was present and didn’t protest, so I was fair game for groping. Seemed reasonable to me.

More hands lifted toward me. They caught my own hands, and I found myself being drawn gently downward. I knelt on the spongy pads, then I reclined, finding myself face to face with a good-looking guy whose hard cock gleamed with what I guessed was pussy juice. He wore a blissed-out expression as he moved in to kiss me.

I met his lips. Our mouths opened, and our tongues touched. I could tell right away he’d been eating pussy, but the secondhand flavor only enticed me to kiss him deeper. He pulled me against him.

Meanwhile, behind me someone was kissing my shoulder. I felt the rasp of stubble. Another hand came around to fondle my breast. I glanced down and saw it was a woman’s hand. Fine by me. I’d had my share of lesbian episodes, including a few with Julia. The feminine hand toyed delightfully with my hard nip.

I continued to make out with the first man. I reached around to grope his firm ass, then slipped a hand between us to take hold of his cock. I wondered how many times he’d already shot off in that room. But he was plainly ready for more; he pulsed in my grip.

Still on my side, I lifted my thigh and guided his swollen cockhead to my waiting cunt. My pussy was wet with excitement. He entered me smoothly, groaning as he did so. I gasped, liking the length and girth of him.

The woman’s hand — or maybe it was a different girl — moved down to tease my clit as the man started to stroke into me. A guy’s hand began squeezing my tits. Limbs moved around me, and bodies shifted. Skin brushed my skin. For several seconds, a lube-coated finger probed the ring of my asshole. Startling pleasures surged within me as I was manhandled by strangers.

My first guy continued to fuck me. I moved with him, taking him deep with every stroke. It was pure sex. Cooperative and nameless and utterly useful. I felt my worries retreating. I knew this adventure would end my dull routine.

Ecstasy built within me, rising rapidly. The cock moved swiftly, the man attached to it grunting like an animal. When I felt his first jets of come, my climax overtook me. Bliss, intense and primal, swept through me, adding to the orgasmic energy radiating and clashing throughout the huge room.

He withdrew and rolled away. I sagged onto my back. Before I could move further, someone was straddling my face. I was delighted to find a fetching woman offering me a taste of her cunt. I gave her the go-ahead, and she grinned as she lowered herself onto my lips.

Eagerly I slipped my tongue up into her. That familiar flavor of pussy filled my mouth, along with the slight sting of come. The woman had clearly been participating in the evening’s antics. As I ate her, heads leaned in from each side to suck on her ample tits.

As she started to softly grind her pussy on my mouth, I felt some nameless person settle between my outspread thighs. A moment later a hot, hungry mouth was on my pussy, even as I continued to feast on my partner. I was now fully plugged into the orgy.

I speared my tongue straight upward, caressing the woman’s swollen clit. That sent her into something of a frenzy, while her two tit-sucklers — one male, one female — kept at her boobs. She humped my face wildly, losing herself in the climactic surge.

My own hips were jerking under me as I mashed my pussy against the face between my legs. The timing couldn’t have been better. As the woman’s juices drenched my mouth, I flooded the pussy-eater working on me. I never knew whether it was a woman or a man who’d gone down on me. It didn’t matter. At all.

The woman dismounted my face. Almost immediately a stray spurt of pearly jizz sprayed across my tits. Grinning, I started to rub the goo into my flesh, but a woman thrust her face forward and licked it away. I liked how her tongue batted around my nips, and I pulled her against me and kissed her deeply. We languidly fingered each other’s pussies.

As we did so, a hard cock bobbed between our faces. We put our mouths to it, working it harmonica-style on either side until — with a cry that was nearly lost in the sexual cacophony — the man erupted all over our open mouths. The woman and I traded come-flavored French kisses afterward, as we fingered one another to a mutual climax.

I finally got up onto my knees, crawling forward through the wriggling terrain of bare flesh. Someone caught me from behind, and I felt the delicious sensation of a tongue swirling busily over my asshole. Then someone — maybe the same person, maybe not — mounted me from behind, sliding his cock into my ass.

The intensity of the pleasure was amazing, even amid all the sexual mayhem. On hands and knees I took him all the way, relishing the new angle and the oddly savage sensatoins. Another man manifested before me, and I swallowed his offered cock. The pair fucked me front and back, anally and orally. In perfect synchronicity, they unloaded at the same time. I drank one dude’s come and felt the other spewing gloriously deep in my ass.

The night flowed onward from there. Everything moved with absolute cooperation. I sucked cock, ate pussy and got fucked in every hole. I was jizzed on, fingered and suckled until the scene became a lovely blur, until I barely knew the limits of my body. It was as though I’d absorbed the entirety of the orgy into myself.

Was that the only time I made use of the orgy app? Hardly. Like Julia I could now have a sexual banquet whenever I wanted.

Inevitably, I ran into Julia at one of the carnal events. She was absolutely delighted to see me. And I, in turn, was happy to thank her, with my tongue and fingers, for what she’d done for me.