Molly had agreed to meet me for lunch. I figured it would be full of our usual girlish banter. But she seemed preoccupied, constantly checking her phone.

Finally, I set down my salad fork, a little miffed. “Molly, if you’ve got somewhere more important to be, don’t let me stop you.”

She looked embarrassed. “Sorry, Jill. It’s just… ” A funny grin broke out across her pretty face.

I wondered if something was really wrong. Her expression was strange. “What’s going on? What is it?” She was a good friend. I would do anything she asked.

She looked around the outdoor patio of the restaurant as if she didn’t want anybody else to overhear. “I might have a date,” she said.

I blinked, confused. It wasn’t earth-shaking news. We were both eligible, attractive women who went on lots of dates. “Who with?” I asked, thinking maybe someone special to her was involved.

That freaky grin came back. “Oh, I don’t know their names.”

My stunned brain tried to process that. “Their names?” I said too loudly. “As in plural!”

She shushed me, and I got myself back under control. “Okay, it’s like this. I met this sweet guy named Kevin. We went out a few times. Then we had the are-you-seeing-anyone-else? conversation. I said I was dating a couple other men. He said he went to orgies a couple times a month.”

Again, I was stunned. “Orgies?” was all I could say.

“Don’t think I’m weird, Jill, but I really want to try one. I’ve had three-ways, and I know you have, too. But it’s always been a secret fantasy of mine to be in a squirming pile of naked bodies, everyone groping and sucking and screwing everyone else.”

Her words conjured the image of just such a scenario. I didn’t have to reach too deep for it. It was a fantasy I’d had before as well, but I’d kept it almost hidden from myself. While I’d been carnally adventurous, I’d never gone to a full-blown sexual free-for-all. Part of that was because the opportunity had never appeared.

“I don’t think you’re weird,” I reassured Molly. I leaned eagerly across our table. “Tell me how it works.”

She explained that Kevin belonged to a loose-knit group of libertines who got together irregularly, usually twice a month. Everybody had their own lives and work schedules, so when the call went out, whoever could show up did. They passed the hat and rented out a sex club during off-hours.

As Molly related all this, excitement kindled in me. I imagined those bodies, all that flesh, the hard cocks, the heaving tits. My pussy dampened.

“When the call goes out,” Molly said, grinning, “we say it’s Orgy O’Clock. Kevin said it should happen today. Any time now.”

I was no longer interested in my lunch salad. I sat back, stared over the table at my friend, and said in a voice I didn’t recognize, “Can I come with you?”

It was her turn to blink at me. Then she nodded enthusiastically. “Hell, yes! Kevin said I could bring a friend if I wanted.”

We huddled over her phone, waiting for Orgy O’Clock. My whole body tingled. All my secret fantasies were washing up into my mind.

The phone buzzed. The text came through. We hustled out of the restaurant. I imagined other people across the city doing the same thing, dropping whatever they were doing and racing for the private event at the downtown sex club. Who were those people? They were absolute strangers to me…for now.

When we arrived, a lone staff member checked Molly’s phone to see she’d received the text. As her plus-one I was let inside the club.

It was a fancy joint with a dressing area up front. Nervous and excited, I stripped out of my clothes and left them in a locker. Molly did the same, revealing her gorgeous body. Together we padded across the soft carpeting to a wide cushioned area, surrounded by the club’s elegant decor. I barely noticed the interior design, though. What very much caught my eye was the many bodies — dozens — already engaged on the broad section of floor mats. They were all as naked as Molly and me.

Molly pecked my cheek with a kiss and went scampering ahead, fairly throwing herself into the writhing mass. I just stood, trying to make sense, my head overloading with this scene’s carnal reality. So many people, so much flesh. I saw mouths bobbing up and down on hard cocks, saw tongues licking dripping pussies. I saw tits being sucked and asses being fucked. It was, truly, no holds barred.

I’d wanted to do something like this for so long, but now I hesitated — not put off, just overwhelmed.

A handsome man raised his head from the pussy he was licking. His chin glistened. He met my eyes. Then he rose, came to me, and took my hand. Wordlessly he kissed me. I tasted the pussy juice on his mouth. With gentle motions he led me to the padded area.

My uncertainty vanished. I laid down among the wriggling bodies. My escort, perhaps to make me feel even more at home, went to immediate work on my pussy. He knelt between my legs and traced his tongue up and down my streaming cleft. Pleasure flowed in me.

On either side of me, couples and trios were busily grappling with one another. They brushed against me, the positions constantly shifting. In a daze I reached out and grabbed a man’s erect cock. I couldn’t even see his face, as there was a blonde woman sitting on it. The blonde in turn was getting her tits sucked by a woman with red hair, and that woman was being fucked from behind.

The interconnections seemed endless, each body joined to the next. I jerked the cock in my hand, then impulsively bent over and took it into my mouth. I swirled the stranger’s cockhead with my tongue. I sucked him down to his balls all in one fearless plunge while my pussy kept getting licked.

The body heat was potent. I smelled come in the air and the sweet musk of pussy juice. When I raised my head from my cocksucking task, I saw my pussy-licker was now getting his asshole licked out by an eager woman with a crew cut.

The bodies continued to shift. On the other side of me, a woman was on all fours with a guy eagerly fucking her in the ass. She leaned toward me and we kissed, tongues tangling. She then bent further and nibbled on my stiff nipples.

I rolled over on my hands and knees and crawled deeper into the mass of limbs and mouths and cocks and pussies. Someone fingered my asshole. Somebody else withdrew his cock from a pussy and offered it to my mouth. I eagerly sucked the juice off it. Disembodied hands tweaked my tits. I lowered my head between the thighs of a woman who was sucking a man’s balls. I licked her cunt until her hips started bucking. Her orgasmic fluids flooded my mouth. I crawled onward.

The variety was staggering. Equally surprising was how smooth and natural all of this functioned. People flowed from one sex act into another. There were no hitches, no glitches. It was all spontaneous, yet it seemed somehow coordinated.

A guy mounted me from behind. I took his cock deep into my pussy without even bothering to turn around to look at him. I was busy sucking another cock that had been helpfully offered up to my lips. I was between those two men, spit-roasted on their cocks, taking them at both ends. Balls slapped my backside and chin.

The guy in my mouth was jerking hard. Suddenly his come started spurting. I swallowed jet after jet of his hot cream. As if set off by his orgy mate, the man fucking me from behind unloaded. I felt his jizz warming my deepest reaches.

It was intoxicating. My head swam. My nerves were all gloriously alive. Every inch of my flesh responded to the all-encompassing stimulation. I laid on my back and let a tattooed guy pound my pussy. I came hard. A woman with hair dyed pink emerged out of the crowd and proceeded to lick the guy’s spunk out of my pussy, and I came from that, too.

There was never a pause. I didn’t want to rest. My sexual appetite was endless. This experience was so much better than my hottest fantasies. There was a sense of camaraderie here, a pervasive friendliness. We were all joined in common cause, without judgment, purely accepting of one another.

I licked pussy, ate ass, and sucked cock. Jizz splashed me, sometimes raining randomly out of the pack. A guy spunked a huge load over my tits; both a woman and a man came along immediately to lick it off me.

I laid on my side, sandwiched between two eager males, and had my pussy and ass fucked at the same time. It was like one long climax for me, the ecstasy taking me and not letting go. They left their come in my holes.

Two cocks were jammed into my mouth one after the other moments later. It was unwieldy but fun. The cockheads were remarkably different in shape. My tongue swirled hungrily over them. When I looked up, I saw the two men were kissing. They both came in my mouth, seconds apart.

Finally, a soft weariness took me. I moved off to the fringe of the area. Others, too, were feeling blissful fatigue. I laid down beside a pretty woman. I noticed it was Molly, and I rolled against her. She dreamily pulled my body to hers, and we kissed deeply.

Then because we couldn’t help it, we each fingered the other’s drenched pussy. I got up on top of her, reversing myself, and we diligently 69’ed ourselves into a final sweet climactic contentment.

Afterward, we laid in each other’s arms. People were starting to drift away. The orgy was at last thinning. People were cleaning off and leaving. The handsome man who’d first escorted me into the mass of bodies smiled as he walked by, naked and spattered with come.

Molly murmured that he was Kevin. I kissed her again, softly this time, thankfully. She had made my longstanding dream come true. I felt fulfilled as I had never been before. This had been the most intense sex I’d ever had in my life.

Spent as I was, I couldn’t wait for the next Orgy O’Clock.