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Published Date: 2014-04-18 Author: lieyan518812 Popularity: 2599
My True Story of a Group Sex Experience
I can no longer endure this pain and torment. I want to confide in someone, hoping this can destroy the bizarre and erotic desires deep inside me, hoping I can look at her directly and touch everything about her. I want to go back to the past!
I had a stable job, a decent-sized apartment, a car I liked, and a loving girlfriend. Life was simple and happy, and I always thought this was everything I wanted. I enjoyed every day and every second of life, until the phone rang on December 16, 2006.
The 16th was a weekend, and the call was from my classmate, Old L, informing me of the time and place of my high school reunion that evening. At 4 pm, I changed my clothes, polished my shoes, and arrived on time. The event was well-organized, and I saw many high school classmates I hadn't seen for nearly 20 years. I also met my former deskmate and best friend, G, who went abroad to the United States after graduation and we hadn't been in touch since. The excitement and exhilaration after meeting was palpable; we spent the entire evening drinking and reminiscing. Even so, it wasn't enough. He briefly returned to China and stayed in a hotel. Taking advantage of my girlfriend's two-month business trip, I invited him to come home with me after the event. Once home, we drank and talked until 2 AM, but he was still full of energy and said he wanted to go online. I turned on the computer for him and went to take a shower. After showering, I went to the study. When he saw me come in, he gave me a sly look, his eyes revealing a rare excitement, muttering to himself, "I didn't expect to find this in China." I found it amusing and asked him if he'd won the lottery. He grinned and said it was even better than winning the lottery. After busying himself for a while, he pulled me aside and mysteriously said, "I'll tell you a secret, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else." I casually brushed it off. He then began to tell me.
In Australia, there's a mysterious organization called "Akasabongcha," a name transliterated from the language of a mysterious African tribe, meaning sexual equality. This organization promotes the idea that everyone, regardless of age, appearance, identity, occupation, or social status, has equal sexual rights, allowing more people to enjoy the resources of beauty. Because it's an underground organization, it's difficult for ordinary people to join without guidance. G joined this organization in the US and frequently participated in their activities. He was excited because he had just learned that the organization also had branches in China, holding regular events, and he even knew how to join one. He wanted to participate in their activities. He strongly urged me to join, but I refused outright because I felt that wasn't the life I wanted. He seemed a little embarrassed.
The next morning, G received a notice that he had to fly to Japan on business and left my house. Everything seemed peaceful and ordinary again. However, the mysterious organization G introduced me to kept appearing in my mind, lingering.
On the night of the 19th, late at night, I finally couldn't resist and decided to investigate using the method G suggested. As G said, I opened Baidu, searched for "Adai's Favorites," and clicked on it. At first glance, I was a little disappointed; it was just an ordinary website, completely lacking any sense of mystery. Ignoring everything else, I registered directly, leaving my email address as G instructed, and writing "I want equality" in my profile. Registration was quick, taking only a few seconds. Back on the homepage, I found the scrolling information bar G had mentioned. He said to become a member, I also needed to post information in this section and have it displayed. Since only the first five posts each day were displayed, I had to choose the right posting date. I counted; there were only three posts that day. So, as G suggested, I posted a message starting with "My Message" that day, refreshed the page, and my post was already scrolling. The first step was complete. Although the process was simple and brief, I felt an indescribable excitement and thrill.
For the next two days, I refreshed my email every five minutes, my anxiety like that of a high school senior waiting for exam results. Finally, at 3 PM on the 22nd, I received the email I needed. G was right; the email content was only 12 digits: the first eight were the date 20070102, and the last four were the time 13:00. I relaxed a lot and felt more confident, feeling one step closer to this mysterious organization. As G instructed, I returned to the website, watching the scrolling messages and eagerly awaiting the appearance of green text. Having succeeded in the first step, I was much calmer this time, almost without the tension and anxiety of my first registration. For easier viewing, I simply set it as my homepage and waited patiently. On December 30th, 2006, after lunch, when I opened the page, I was surprised to find a short, green message in the scrolling messages: "Mr. Li from No. 15 Qiaozhuang East Road, Tongzhou District wishes his younger brother a happy holiday." I quickly noted down the address. According to G, this secret organization would be holding an event on January 2nd at No. 15 Qiaozhuang East Road, Tongzhou District. I was thrilled to be experiencing something so extraordinary, though I later realized that compared to those experiences, this was nothing. At the same time, I was plunged into deep distress and contradiction: Should I go? Would it be dangerous? With only two days to consider, I affirmed and denied countless times, even flipping a coin countless times, but by the morning of the 2nd, I still hadn't decided. It wasn't until I suddenly realized I was subconsciously washing up and filling up the car with gas that I knew I absolutely had to go.
Humans really are strange creatures sometimes!
After lunch, I headed straight for the address I'd mentally recited hundreds of times; the drive was smooth. Number 15 wasn't easy to find, but I found it anyway. Looking at the iron gate of number 15 in the distance, I felt a surge of fear and nervousness; my heart started racing. What lay behind that gate? I imagined countless terrifying possibilities. Curiosity is a powerful force, capable of overcoming anything. I got out of the car and walked towards the gate. What awaited me? I was filled with trepidation.
I knocked on the door, and someone answered, asking who it was and what I wanted. I said I was going to a party. The person inside said there wasn't a party, but opened the door for me, then cautiously closed it again. The person who opened the door was a tall, thin man in his thirties, quite handsome. He stared at me for a good three seconds; I was still very nervous and didn't say anything. Then he led me to a small room where only a young woman was bent over a desk, looking up when she heard me. My blood seemed to freeze instantly. I had never seen such a beautiful girl. I stared at her for a good five seconds before I came to my senses and my nervousness subsided. She seemed used to men staring at her like that, showing no reaction, only asking, "You're going to a party?" I hummed in response. "What's your registered name? What information did you post?" I answered. "How did you find out about this organization?" I answered truthfully as well. Then she asked me about my family, occupation, age, and so on, which I answered one by one. She seemed quite satisfied, and finally said, "Come with me." She had a great figure, and as I followed her, I couldn't help but have wild thoughts, staring intently at her sexy buttocks. We went to another room, which was a bathroom. She noticed my confusion and said that showering was mandatory before the party, partly for hygiene and partly to prevent the bringing of communication devices or cameras. She told me to start showering while she announced some of the organization's rules. I really didn't want to shower in front of a strange woman. She sensed my embarrassment but just smiled and said it was the rule, and I could withdraw now. I gritted my teeth, took off my clothes, and started showering. She began announcing the organization's rules. She first talked about the organization's purpose, branches, etc., things G had already told me. She then said that members were divided into senior and junior members. Senior members were staunch supporters of sexual equality and volunteers for the organization's activities, required to serve junior members. She also told me that all the women at the party I was attending that night were senior members and highly paid volunteers. Finally, she specifically reminded me that everyone had to wear masks at the party, and that we couldn't exchange personal information in the main hall except in private rooms; also, for security reasons, my clothes would be guarded, and I had to wear another set of clothes; and after the party, I had to pay 370 yuan to the organization as activity expenses. I agreed. After I finished showering, she had finished her story. Just as I was about to put on the clothes she had prepared for me, she came up to me, bent down, and grabbed my genitals. I was embarrassed but couldn't help getting an erection. She flipped them over, looked at them, smelled them, straightened up, and smiled, saying it was routine. I didn't reply, just felt unsatisfied. After I was dressed and put on the mask, she said it was about time, and she could take me to the meeting place. Junior members had to wear blindfolds and headphones. I didn't speak, just took the blindfold and headphones and put them on. She then helped me through several courtyards and finally put me in a car. I could sense several people sitting around me, all silently waiting.
After a while, the car started moving, sometimes bumpy, sometimes smooth, turning many corners. After about 20 minutes, we finally arrived. The car door opened, and people helped us out one by one, leading us into what seemed to be another room. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I suddenly felt someone removing my blindfold and headphones. I removed them myself; the light was a bit blinding. Once my vision returned, I looked around the room. There were four people inside—three men and one woman—all wearing masks like me. The girl had fair skin and wore very little clothing, her large breasts almost spilling out. I couldn't help but fantasize, hoping to have sex with her. Just then, the girl came over and pointed to a door in the room, saying, "Everyone, come in." We filed in, and I followed closely behind the girl, inhaling her fragrant scent and occasionally brushing against her body. As soon as I entered the room, I was stunned—a veritable sea of flesh! I finally understood what it meant to be aroused. The square room was about 30 square meters, haphazardly furnished with three beds, two sofas, and a few tables—all now serving as the tableware for this carnal feast. Desire spread, swelled, and erupted here, only to spread again, swell again, and erupt again. The men's instinctive growls, the women's soft, boneless moans, and the rhythmic sounds of flesh colliding echoed throughout the room. A peculiar scent of male and female bodily fluids mingled in the air, intoxicating everyone's senses. I felt as if I were on fire, my body burning, my breathing rapid, and I felt a current surge from my dantian coursing through my entire body. I couldn't control myself! Just then, the girl in front of me turned and glanced at me, saying, "Everyone, feel free to move around, relax!" I saw encouragement in her eyes. Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and, like an experienced hand, carried her to a bed. I became one of them. After the battle, my mind calmed down, and I finally took a closer look at the men and women in the room. Inside the room were eight men and seven women. The men varied in height, weight, age, and build, while the seven women were all tall, fair-skinned, and curvaceous, though their faces were obscured. Besides them, the most striking object was a statue-like object: a kneeling, naked woman with her buttocks raised, head tilted back, and mouth open—extremely sexy, especially her large red mouth, which exuded a captivating allure. Looking down at the woman beneath me, still panting heavily, one hand already reaching for the genitals of a young man in his early twenties standing beside me, while the other reached for my still-wet penis. This frenzied story repeated itself again and again. I chose different methods with different women: solo sex, threesomes, foursomes, oral sex, oral sex, and more—except for BDSM, which I disliked. They were young, wild, and seemingly omnipotent. I was captivated by their bodies, again and again, until the very last moment. Finally, everyone was exhausted, and the feast could end. So a girl rallied everyone to pick up the condoms on the ground and throw them in the trash can. That's when I realized the sexy mouth of the nude statue was actually the opening of the trash can. After leaving the room, everyone stopped fooling around, put on blindfolds and headphones again, and took turns going to the room at No. 15 Qiaozhuang East Road. After paying 370 yuan, I walked out of the iron gate. The cold wind outside hit my face, and I became much more sober. I looked at my watch and realized it was already 9 pm. I quickly drove home.
After arriving home, I ate something haphazardly, took a shower, and went to bed. Lying in bed, recalling everything that had happened that day, I still couldn't suppress my excitement. Suddenly, a familiar fragrance filled my senses. I knew it was the smell of the blankets, or more precisely, my girlfriend's body odor. My initial excitement cooled instantly. I realized that I had forgotten someone, someone I should have remembered most. I fell into deep self-reproach. I began to hate my curiosity, hate my indulgence, hate my body, and even hate gay men. I remembered her smile, her anger, her eating, her sleeping, her playful teasing—every little detail about her. Suddenly, I wanted to cry, to repent, to call her and tell her everything, but I lacked the courage. I wanted to forget it all, but that was impossible too. And so, in this agonizing internal struggle, I drifted off to sleep.
I thought I would never have any connection with that party again. Humans are strange creatures. Whenever I sit down at my computer, I can't help but type into Baidu and search for my favorites. Each time I look through them, I fall into even deeper remorse and self-blame. I was in unbearable pain. Despite this, I still attended another party on January 20th, 2007. This time, the process wasn't so complicated; I just needed to leave a message starting with "My message" using the same username as last time. The location was different, the person hosting was different, but the only things that remained the same were the trash can with the nude female statue and everyone's frenzy as before. But every time I was with a woman, I would think of my girlfriend, and so I was once again torn between excitement and guilt. However, I heard that a similar party is being held at another location, but the target audience is all women, while the VIP members are muscular men.

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