An orgy house provides the perfect setting to open this woman’s eyes, mind and body to a whole new way of fucking.

“No, Nikita! I’m not going to do that!”

My dear friend Nikita loved to shock me, and it was a testament to how outrageous she was that she still succeeded now and then.

She gave me her sexy, pouty face. “Come on, Jill. You’d love it.”

To say we were lovers would be an overstatement. Though we’d been to bed together a few (okay, a few dozen) times, we’d usually hooked up when we were sharing some hot dude. Nikita and I had strong, healthy sexual appetites, and we’d known each other since college. I was happy to concede that she was the more adventurous of the two of us.

I set down my wineglass primly. “I don’t relish the idea of a roomful of strangers groping and poking me. I’m no prude, Nikita, but get real. I’m not going to an orgy.”

We were at her place, whiling away the afternoon with music and sparkling wine.

“And in our sophomore year you swore you’d never try anal. Then along came Danny.” She tilted back her head of coiled dark hair and laughed.

She had me there. Danny had been a fine-looking stud, and also a real sweet guy, who’d convinced me to let him slide his cock ever so slowly and gently into my backdoor. I could still remember the vast storm of unexpected pleasure the act had awoken in me.

“You don’t want to miss out on this experience, either. Believe me.”

We were lying on the deep pile carpet in her living room. She had told me about going to a group sex event the previous weekend. I had to admit some of the details were sticking in my mind — a man fucking her pussy while another guy fed her his cock, someone else shooting across her tits, only to have a woman come along and lick every drop off her. No introductions, no words exchanged, just bodies writhing on a floor. She’d told me, “At one point, I was eating out this redhead’s cunt, and someone’s tongue was drilling my ass. A man? A woman? Who knows and who cares!”

Nikita switched off the music. “Maybe I can give you an idea of what it was like, Jill.”

I frowned. “How?”

She stepped out of the room and came back with a long strip of velvet in her hands. “Let me blindfold you.”

I nearly laughed. “Why?”

“You won’t be blindfolded at the orgy. Well, unless you want to be. But it’ll help with the illusion. Trust me.” A dazzling grin lit her face.

Nikita had earned my trust. With a little shiver of excitement, I let her place the velvet over my closed eyes and knot the fabric behind my head. I heard her put a disc into a player, and in a heartbeat the room was filled with moans, groans and grunts, as if a whole bunch of people started having sex all at once. Nikita had an extensive porn collection and had surely popped in one of those skin flicks. The surround sound really did get me to start believing I was in was the middle of an enormous group grope.

I felt fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse. I knew it was Nikita, of course, but without sight the experience was strange but arousing. I moved cooperatively, letting her tug the garment off my shoulders. She peeled off my slacks and undies, and I soon lay naked on the carpeting. Being nude in front of Nikita wasn’t a big deal, but when I heard her undressing — over the coming-from-everywhere recorded moaning — my pulse quickened and I felt my pussy get wet.

Fingertips brushed my bare shoulder, and I jumped, then giggled. Nikita tweaked my left nipple, and the laugh turned into a startled mewl of pleasure. Lips touched my cheek, my temple. I heard Nikita moving around me. Her hair tickled my belly, then I felt her tongue tip flick over my navel. The sensation was electric, and I groped for her, pulling her head up so I could blindly put my mouth on hers.

Our tongues tangled. I heard the many meaty smacks of flesh on flesh. I began to seriously fall for the illusion that I was surrounded by strangers all fucking one another. I felt exposed, vulnerable. Yet the scenario didn’t repulse me like I’d figured. Certainly Nikita was exciting me … but what if this wasn’t Nikita?

I nurtured this fantasy as she broke our kiss and continued to scurry all about me, stealing grabs at my flesh from all directions. I put aside Nikita as a known quantity and replaced her with an anonymous factor. The blindfold helped …

Strange hands were clutching me, sliding around from behind now, closing over my breasts. My hard nipples were squeezed by strong fingers. Teeth nipped at the nape of my neck.

The body — bodies? — moved again. I flailed and caught hold of a lovely tit, caressing the smooth firmness. A moment later shoulders were forcing apart my legs. I felt hot breath on my dripping pussy, then somebody was licking me. I couldn’t see who. It didn’t matter who, didn’t matter if it was a man or woman. The tongue slavered over my folds before slipping into me. I cried out, but my groans of pleasure were lost among the rapturous voices of the orgy.

I raked my fingers through the stranger’s hair. My hips lifted from the floor as I humped that hungry mouth. Teeth delicately grazed my clitoris, and with that, an orgasm thundered through me. Whoever was feasting on my slit stayed put and drank what I gave.

Delirious, I rolled onto my side. More hands were touching me, taking every liberty. I loved it. When something hard butted against my slick cleft, I was shocked halfway out of the sumptuous fantasy. Then I remembered that Nikita had a considerable array of sex toys. Nikita? I wondered who that was. I was in a room with strangers.

The anonymous cock slid deeper into me. Still on my side, I raised my leg, hooking an elbow under my knee. A hand groped my butt. Fingers strayed across my hole. I quivered. Was someone going to fuck my ass?

Instead another mouth found this sensitive entryway, even as the cock continued to pump in and out of my pussy. The tongue skimmed my ring. I turned further onto my hip to allow better access. When the tongue tip nudged inside me, I yowled, adding one more libidinous alto for the carnal choir.

The nameless cock fucked me harder. Every impact shook my entire body. The tongue squirmed into my back hole. I clawed at the floor with my free hand. I was in a frenzy, a fever. My sightlessness was replaced with wild erotic imagery. I saw the encircling tangles of maddened bodies. Cocks penetrating pussies, asses, jamming in and out of eager mouths. Come sprayed everywhere. I fancied I could smell its tangy scent and the sweet aroma of gushing womanhood.

I belonged here. I was a part of this beautiful pagan pageantry.

A climax swept me up in its forceful embrace and squeezed pleasure from my deepest parts. My flesh swam; my body quaked; my bones jumped. I went whirling away into the erotic mists, accompanied by the fearsome war cries of anonymous lovers.

Some time later the velvet strip was unknotted, and I was blinking up at Nikita’s lovely triumphant face. She was smugly licking a black dildo clean of my juices. I slowly sat up. She had shut off the porno soundtrack.

I flailed and caught hold of a lovely tit, caressing the smooth firmness.

I loved Nikita and knew she loved to be right.

“So,” I said, smiling, “how do I get in to this orgy?”

My palms were damp as the taxi pulled up to the party’s address the following Saturday night. It wasn’t a palatial billionaire’s house high on a hill, nor some squalid shack in a bad neighborhood. Instead, the home appeared well kept but ordinary.

Nikita had made the arrangements and evidently vouched for me, but had declined to come along. “You deserve the full anonymous experience, Jill.” She’d kissed me sweetly and sent me off.

I went nervously up the steps and knocked. I expected a butler in tails or beefy security guards, but a well-dressed older woman answered, examined my invitation, and let me in. With a pleasant professional air, she led me to a room, pointed to an empty basket and said, “You may leave your clothing there and go downstairs whenever you’re ready.” She exited, shutting the door.

My feet got very cold right then. I had enjoyed the experience with Nikita a few days earlier, but that was the difference between a successful run on a flight simulator and flying an actual jet. What the hell was I doing?

But I was too intrigued, too sexually enchanted. Hands shaking, I undressed. I was twenty-six, in terrific shape, my hair luxurious and blonde. Any single person would be lucky to have sex with me. That wasn’t conceit; that was the truth.

Tonight, though, I didn’t intend to have sex with one person or even two. Or three. Tonight I would be taking on a crowd. I stepped out of the room.

Naked, I descended the stairs, hearing a murmur that grew stronger the closer I got. I picked out a few isolated moans. At the landing where the steps turned, I paused. I had to. My eyes could scarcely take in the sights before me.

The whole lower floor was one big open space. As Nikita had described, the area was covered with padding. And covering those cushioned mats were quite a number of unclothed, grappling, swarming people. I tried to guess how many and couldn’t, too distracted by the incredible spectacle. Limbs moved and bodies wriggled — a single mass of living sexuality.

The vestigial prig in me wanted to flee back up the stairs, but instead I fastened my gaze on a random coupling within the greater group. I had to ground myself, had to make some sense of what I saw before I could participate.

I staked my eyes on a buxom brunette in the middle of the room. She had a good figure. Her nipples were dark, her fingernails painted burgundy. I filed these simple observations away before I allowed myself to look at the man kneeling between her thighs. He was thrusting his sizable cock into her at a steady tempo. Her ankles were locked at the small of his back. Her weight was on her shoulders as she lifted her hips to meet his every thrust.

The brunette’s right hand was filled up with the cock of a skinny, long-haired male. She was stroking him expertly, and he was tweaking her nipples. Three fingers of her left hand were slotted into the pussy of a woman facing away on hands and knees.

I took that in. It looked like a very satisfying arrangement. But then my scope widened, and I saw with a kind of stomach-tightening delight that the skinny guy was getting his balls sucked by a pale girl whose face he was straddling, and the woman on her hands and knees was alternately blowing two men who knelt facing her. Even the man fucking the brunette had a finger in the asshole of some writhing woman who was eating the pussy of a female who was herself being face-fucked by —

It was erotic overload. And yet I descended from the landing, reaching the edge of the padding. I moved as if in a trance. I took one step, two. I caught the sparkling eye of a good-looking guy and flashed him a smile. He reached up and seized a chunk of my ass. A woman who appeared to be rimming another woman looked at me and ran a hand up my thigh. I grabbed her wrist, urging her hand higher. She obliged, sliding her fingertips into my moist slit, and I moaned ecstatically.

My skin tingled everywhere. I paused and let the woman finger me. Rolling bodies brushed against me. I realized I was the only one in the big room who was standing. More hands came out of the mass, tugging gently on my arms. I staggered another step, and the fingers slipped free of my pussy. Then my knees were giving way, and I was sinking dreamily, willingly, into that wide sea of loving.

Immediately, a stubble-lined mouth dropped onto my tit. Someone else was nibbling my earlobe. Slick fingers traced my lips, and I tasted cunt juice on their tips. I was on my back. My hands moved of their own accord, grazing taut muscles and softer womanly flanks. I found my fingers closing instinctively around a cock, a mahogany-hard veiny length. I slid my thumb over the crown, then started pumping the shaft. The grunt of appreciation I incited was simply one more groaning voice. The sounds moved in a wave over the many bodies.

Some remote part of my brain was still functioning, and I guessed, in retrospect, that there were about fifty people present. That certainly constituted a decadent Roman-style orgy. Someone started to lap eagerly at my pussy; I didn’t care whose mouth it was. That person only wanted to please me.

The man sucking my tit rose onto his knees. I looked up at his handsome face and saw him make a motion like he wanted to straddle my chest. I urged his leg over, and then his cock was dangling in my face. I didn’t need to say anything to him, didn’t have to negotiate or ask permission. This was what he desired.

I took the plump crown into my mouth, relishing the smoothness and roundness. Flicking my tongue over his slit, I caught a bead of pre-come. I still had that nameless shaft in my hand, pumping on automatic. The face between my legs nuzzled deeper into my crotch. I moaned, and as I did, the guy straddling me dropped more of his thick staff into my mouth. I sealed my lips around him, caved in my cheeks and sucked desperately, letting him know I could take more of him — all of him.

He obliged. I felt his cockhead at the back of my throat as his pubic hair brushed my nose. He started to slowly stroke in and out of me. I grabbed his ass with my free hand, to encourage him to fuck my face harder. He did. I ran my tongue up and down his pole and kept up a good sucking pressure. He hunkered over me, seriously having at my mouth. His balls slapped my chin.

I found myself loving every second, feeling as if I was doing my part to contribute to the incredible overall pleasure of this fantastic scene.

Suddenly, the cock in my hand erupted. I felt the splattering hot jets, then let it go, aware that I’d never even seen the face that meat belonged to. Someone took hold of my hand and licked the semen off my knuckles.

She wound her fingers into my hair and lifted her ass off the padding, bucking against my face.

The pussy-eater working on me was relentless. His or her tongue ravaged my clit, and my ecstasies were piling up, tipping toward the crisis point. With a final tongue-stab, my whole body clenched, tightening with heat, then released in a flow of amazing bliss. At the same instant, my gorgeous face-fucker gave a howl and started spewing.

I held my lips tight around him, not letting a drop of that delectable man-juice escape. He emptied himself into my mouth then rolled off my chest.

Pushing upright, my head whirling with the giddy carnality, I decided I would go exploring. I crawled off into the naked, tussling wonderland.

The taste of semen in my mouth only made me want more. I went harmonica-style with another woman on a ripped crew-cut dude’s cock. We ran our mouths up and down both sides of his throbbing shaft, occasionally grazing tongues. When he was ready to shoot, we pressed our open mouths side by side and he coated our lips with his cream. Then we traded come-flavored kisses for a while. I fingered her off, and she lingered long enough to do the same for me.

Lustful energy streamed through my very being. Every touch of flesh excited fresh sensual impulses. It amazed me how impossibly choreographed everything seemed. None of this could be planned out ahead, but every movement felt so cooperative, so graceful.

When I wanted a guy with tattoos and piercings to mount me from behind, I only had to catch his eye. He instantly understood. My knees sank into the mat as he got into place, settling his hands on my ass and sliding his cock into my hole. Passing hands stroked my blonde hair, squeezed my breasts, and I reveled in the attention I was receiving.

My head swayed side to side with pleasure until a curvy woman took hold of my jaw and kissed me deeply. I gestured for her to spread her pussy for me. Grinning, she scooted into place and parted her thighs. I set my tongue to swiping her sleek slit. She wound her fingers into my hair and lifted her ass off the padding, bucking against my face.

Balls spanked my backside. The tattooed man’s fingers dug sweet gouges into my ass now, and I could feel him quivering, fucking me crazily. His liquid warmth opened up inside me. I speared my tongue into the pussy arrayed before me, determined to get the woman off. She accommodated me a moment later. I gripped the woman’s hips and held my mouth tight to her through her lovely pussy-quake.

I hung there on my knees, sweaty forehead resting on the floor. Someone came along to lick the semen dribbles from the insides of my thighs, then cleaned up my cunt for me with some helpful hungry licking. I wiggled appreciatively against the stranger’s face.

When I felt a new male move in behind me, attracted by my position, I glanced back and instructed him to stick that sweet-looking cock in my ass. We were all on the same team in this room. He happily saw to my needs.

Two women sat alongside to watch the man grab a bottle of lube from a nearby table and proceed to fuck my ass. The ladies diddled each other’s pussy and paused occasionally to swap long, languorous kisses. My attention was taken from them for a few minutes by a man who knelt before me, presenting a luscious, uncut cock that I swallowed without any prompting. He must have been a tad overeager because he blew his load pretty quick. I didn’t mind. There wasn’t any shame here. No names, no apologies, no games.

Nikita had told me about the mechanics, but I had to discover for myself how beautiful and strangely intimate it could be to share yourself with so many strangers at once. I felt connected to every person present, like an exotic electrical charge jumping from body to friendly body. This was a glorious universal fuck, and I was a part of it.

The man came in my ass, and the watching women squealed with delight. Then they moved in and took turns lapping at my clit until I came again.

I couldn’t begin to tell how many times I climaxed that night. I had a cock in every hole. I felt the tickle of skillful tongues everywhere on my body. Time lost meaning. I swam my way back and forth across that sea of love, experiencing endless delights.

When I called it quits, I was deliciously sore. I dressed and went outside, intending to call a cab. I found Nikita waiting in her car at the curb. We looked knowingly at each other as I got in.

“Are you glad you tried it now?”

I said, “Don’t ask stupid questions.” We both laughed as she drove away from the orgy house.