I’m a pretty normal college guy, but my latest hookup, Zoey, is definitely not normal.

I met her in art class, and she’s a total bohemian with her pink hair and thrift store clothing.  Normally this would be off-putting, but she’s cute and smart as hell, and she makes me laugh. Plus, she has a nose piercing, and I’ve never been able to resist those.

Zoey’s got a major sex drive, and she makes me want to try out all kinds of adventurous things I never would have considered before. We’ve had sex in the library, sex while she was wearing a butt plug, anal sex, sex in the woods while she’s dressed like a fucking butterfly — whatever, I’m into it.

So the other day when she suggested we go to an orgy, I didn’t even hesitate. I said, “fuck, yes” and asked how many people would be there — between five and fifteen — and what I should wear — it didn’t really matter, since we’d be naked soon enough. I also checked on whether or not we’d be sleeping with other people at the party, and the answer was, “Do whatever you want. I sure will.” Maybe another guy would have been jealous, but I wasn’t the possessive type. Besides, the idea of fucking a bunch of strangers with permission was hot. So I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and got ready for a wild Saturday night.

Zoey drove us to the orgy. I was expecting it to be at a house or a club, so I was shocked when she pulled up outside a freaking cemetery. It was a full moon, and the headstones cast creepy shadows over the grass. Zoey was dressed like a bat, with a black dress and gauzy wings, and she giggled as she took my hand and pulled me toward the cemetery gate.

“So this might sound crazy,” she said, as if that wasn’t the normal state of affairs with her, “but it’s technically sort of a demonic orgy.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Hold the fuck up. What?”

“I know most of the people from kink clubs around town,” she said. “We meet once a month for an orgy, and sometimes people bring friends. It started as a joke — we were going to summon demons with sex rituals — and then it just kind of became the theme.” She must have noticed my appalled look, because she clarified. “There are no actual demons. And no one really believes it; it just adds to the atmosphere.” She paused. “Except Zane. He might actually believe it.”

Before I could ask who Zane was, she led me into the trees, and I saw the group of people I was about to have an orgy with. They were gathered around a row of rickety headstones, chatting and laughing. A few of them were smoking cigarettes, and although most of them wore black clothing, they looked shockingly normal: two middle-aged women, a nerdy-looking girl my age, a tattooed guy with a man bun, and a dark-haired man with glasses and a blazer. Of course, there was also a man wearing a purple velvet coat and top hat and a woman in black leather and sky-high boots.

Introductions were made. The purple velvet man was Zane, and the leather-clad woman by his side was a domme named Mistress Angelica. The man bun was an accountant named Vincent.

The two middle-aged women were Kathy and Ruth, and by the way they glared at each other, they had some serious baggage. Zoey leaned in. “They’re both soccer moms,” she whispered. “And they hate each other, but they also really like to fuck.”

The final two were the nerdy girl and the man in the blazer, both of whom wore glasses. Priscilla was mousy-looking and spoke so quietly it was hard to hear her. She was a math major at my university. The man introduced himself as Nikolas. He was, unfortunately, a physics professor at our university. I hadn’t had him for any classes yet, and I prayed I never would, since I was pretty sure I was about to see his dick.

As soon as introductions were made, clothes started to come off. The soccer moms started ripping at each other’s buttons, and Priscilla stripped off her Star Wars T-shirt and launched herself at the professor, who grabbed her ass with the confidence of a man who had touched it many times before. Jesus, wasn’t there an ethics board or something to stop this kind of fraternization?

But I was trying to play it cool, and that wasn’t the thought of the sort of guy who got invited to demon-summoning orgies, so I ignored it and focused on Zoey. She had stripped off her dress, bra, and underwear, although she’d left on her chunky black boots. She’d also slipped her bat wings back over her shoulders. I could work with this. I dropped to my knees and slung one of her legs over my shoulder.

Some of the others were watching, and I tried to ignore them, although I had a brief crisis of nerves. I really liked Zoey, and if I wanted to keeping hang-ing with her, I needed to get on her level. If that meant having sex with a bunch of strangers in a cemetery at midnight, I would have to man up and do it.

I parted her pussy lips and licked through her, enjoying the salty-sweet taste. Her clit was already swollen — apparently, just showing up at an orgy made her hot. I licked all over it the way I knew she liked, then reached back and massaged her asshole. Zoey was super into anal play, and she moaned when I briefly dipped my fingertip inside.

There was a flash of purple velvet, and then Zane was standing behind her, massaging her breasts. I stiffened, but when Zoey threw her head back and moaned, I reminded myself that this was what I’d signed up for. No strings, no monogamy, and we could do whatever we wanted.

While Zane squeezed her nipples, I focused on her clit, rubbing my tongue in circles over it. She made the little stuttering noise she always made right before she came, so I rubbed her ass again and she exploded. Her legs shook, her pussy quivered, and she groaned in satisfaction.

I backed off and stood up, wiping off my mouth. Zane supported Zoey while she quivered, and then he slid his hand between her thighs and started rubbing. I stared, mesmerized by the sight of another man pleasuring the woman with whom I was infatuated. Maybe I should have been mad, but I couldn’t be. Her gauzy bat wings were pressed against his chest, her nipples were hard, and I could see the shine of her arousal on his fingers. Who wouldn’t want to see porn of their favorite person happening live in front of their eyes?

Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to find Priscilla, the Star Wars girl, standing there in strappy black lingerie that covered absolutely nothing. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were pink.

“I’m performing an experiment,” she said in her soft little mouse voice. “I’m working out the optimal ratio of sexual partners to orgasms. Care to make me come?”

That was the weirdest pickup line ever, but okay. I nodded, and she immediately went for my zipper. I helped her out, stripping my shirt off. In no time, I was naked, and although it was a little chilly, I didn’t care so much when she started caressing my dick. Priscilla might have sounded shy, but her hands were bold. She dropped to her knees and began sucking me off.

This didn’t seem to be the direct route to making her come, but I wasn’t going to stop her. I thrusted gently into her mouth. She moaned and gripped my ass, tugging me deeper.

Dr. Nikolas approached us and gripped Priscilla’s hair. That was a little weird, but he apparently just wanted to help out, because he started tugging her head back and forth along my dick, muttering filthy things the whole time. Priscilla started fingering herself, and her moans vibrated along my dick.

This was wild. I looked around, curious what everyone else was doing. The soccer moms were both naked and going at it, with Ruth riding Kathy’s face. Man-bun Vincent was bent over a gravestone, while Mistress Angelica flogged him. Apparently the bags I’d noticed before were full of sex toys.

Someone came up behind me, and small fingers danced up my chest. It was Zoey, who had finished whatever the story was with Zane. She pinched my nipples, then raked her nails down my abdomen to play with the hair above my dick. Then she cupped my balls, holding them while Priscilla sucked me.

“Oh, shit,” I said, because this much stimulation was going to get me off sooner rather than later. I made panicked eye contact with the professor, who nodded in understanding before tugging Priscilla off my dick. He immediately put her on her hands and knees, then tugged her black underwear aside and thrusted into her without a preamble.

Zoey and I watched them fucking for a while, and then Zoey went over to them and got on her back. She scooted under Priscilla’s downturned head, and Priscilla immediately dropped down and started eating Zoey out, all while the good doctor was still fucking her. Feeling the need to be useful in some way, I knelt beside them and alternately pinched Zoey’s nipples and stroked Priscilla’s clit. They came at almost the same time in a symphony of gasps and screams.

My dick was incredibly hard, but I wasn’t willing to give in to the urge to fuck Zoey to completion yet, so I staggered away and headed for the soccer moms. I’ve always had a MILF thing, and they were both sexy in that put-together older-woman kind of way.

To my surprise, shock, and utter delight, Ruth was fucking Kathy hard with a strap-on. She had gripped Kathy’s hair in her fist and was muttering obscenities.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly. “Mind if I join?”

Ruth stopped thrusting and looked up at me. “Only if you fuck her ass the way the little slut deserves,” she said.

“Okay,” I said, too overwhelmed by possibility to manage any more coherent words. The next thing I knew, Ruth was pushing me down on the dew-slick grass and tugging on my cock with single-minded purpose. She retrieved a condom and slid it over me, then maneuvered Kathy until she was lying on her back on top of me. My boner rubbed against her butt and I aligned myself so I could rub over her pussy. Kathy was sopping-wet from getting fucked with the strap-on, and she moaned and undulated on my dick.

Kathy was tight, and she gasped as my dick slid inside her. She clawed at the grass, begging for more. I kept pushing, thrusting in until her tight ass squeezed my entire dick. Then I stopped, shivering as I tried not to come.

“Fuck her for me,” Ruth said.

“Screw you, bitch,” Kathy replied. Their animosity was still going strong.

Ruth slapped Kathy across the face and Kathy gasped. Her ass contracted around my dick, and I couldn’t help but shove up into her. I started fucking her tight hole, hardly able to believe what was happening.

Ruth positioned herself over Kathy. She was still wearing the strap-on, which she aimed straight at Kathy’s pussy. Then Ruth was pushing in, and the pressure was mind-boggling. I could feel the movement of the strap-on through Kathy’s vagina. It made everything tighter, and when Ruth starting thrusting as well, my dick felt like it would explode from overstimulation.

Kathy moaned and thrashed her head on my chest, but she took both dicks enthusiastically. She was pinned between us, totally vulnerable to the penetration, and the thought of having that much control over a woman nearly made me come.

Zoey knelt beside us and stroked my hair. “You can’t come yet,” she told me. “I need you to fuck me.”

My mind was spinning. Was I seriously supposed to avoid coming when I was this deep in a woman’s ass? But I focused on Zoey’s sweet face, on her flushed cheeks and full lips, and decided heroically that I would do whatever it took not to come before I was inside her.

I ran through the least sexy things I could imagine, but nothing was helping, so eventually I had to slide out of Kathy’s ass and apologize. Luckily, Zane was more than willing to take over.

Zoey laid down on the grass in front of me and spread her legs to show me her shiny wet pussy. She slid two fingers inside herself. I could hear how wet she was, and I was desperate to get inside her.

My dick was going to explode. I gripped its tip, hoping that would be enough to keep me from coming. “Do you want anyone else to join us?” I asked. I was so horny and frantic for pussy that I barely managed to get the words out.

“I’ll eat Priscilla out,” she said.

Luckily, the world’s kinkiest nerd was absolutely onboard with this plan. While I knelt between Zoey’s legs, Priscilla straddled her face. She leaned forward to make out with me, and for a while we just kissed while I waited for the urge to come to recede.

I would gladly fuck anyone else as part of the experience, but my favorite thing was seeing Zoey beneath me. Her nipples were stiff, and her silly bat wings were bent underneath her. I fingered her while Priscilla rode her tongue.

Zoey orgasmed when I pressed down on her clit.

I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to fuck her.

Zoey and I had both been tested. She had an IUD, and we’d already had the conversation about protected versus unprotected sex. So when I pressed my bare dick against her pussy, she groaned and grinded against me. “Yes,” she murmured against Priscilla’s crotch. “Fuck me.”

I pushed into her, relishing the press of her hot, silky walls around my dick. She was warm and wet and perfect, and as I thrusted all the way in, I realized that I was beyond crazy for this girl. Here I was, at an orgy, and this woman was all I could think about.

Priscilla was still enjoying her perch on top of Zoey’s tongue, so we made out a little more while I nudged in and out of Zoey’s tight pussy. But at some point, I wanted Zoey for myself. “Go join the others,” I told Priscilla.

I stared down at Zoey, who was looking up at me with dazed adoration. “What do you need?” I asked Zoey. This was the best sexual experience of my life, and I wanted to give her whatever she craved.

She pushed me off her, then lifted her legs up almost to her shoulders, using her hands to spread her thighs wide for me. “Fuck my ass,” she said.

She didn’t need to tell me twice. Thankfully, there was lube nearby, since everyone had apparently brought sex kits. I slathered my dick with it, then nudged against her puckered ass. Her pussy was wet and hungry, but her ass was tight and guarded, and feeling it squeeze around me was heavenly. I pushed into her an inch at a time, letting her get used to the feeling of my dick inside her.

Zoey never seemed to need time to adjust, though. She rocked her hips, sending me in and out of her ass. Then she locked her legs and arms around me and pulled me close. “Fuck me,” she whispered in my ear.

I obliged her, starting slow and working up to a pounding. She loved when the sensations hit that edge between pain and pleasure, and she arched up and pinched her nipples when I got rough. I kept going, fucking her ass like a man on a mission while my thumb pressed her  clit. Remembering how it had felt with the soccer moms, I thrusted my fingers inside Zoey’s pussy and enjoyed how thoroughly I was taking her.

Zoey screamed when I started fucking her with my fingers and cock at the same time. She orgasmed hard, and her whole body shook.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I fucked deep, and the crisis point hit. Come poured out of me, filling her hot ass. I kept thrusting, and my come mingled with the lube, making the ride slippery and perfect.

When I was done, I rested my forehead against Zoey’s. She giggled and kissed me. “You did great for your first orgy,” she said.

“Oh, was that it?” I asked, even though I was exhausted.

“Well, no,” she said. “If you’re up for it, I can think of at least fifty things to

do next.”