3P party

I could no longer endure this pain and torment. I longed to confide in someone, hoping it would extinguish the lingering desires for those bizarre and sensual things deep within me, hoping I could look her in the eye and touch everything about her.
I wanted to go back to the past! I had a stable job, a decent-sized apartment, a car I loved, and a loving girlfriend. Life was simple and happy; I always thought this was everything I wanted.
I enjoyed every day, every second of my life, until that phone call on December 16th, 2006.
The 16th was a weekend. The call was from my classmate, Lao L, informing me of the time and place of our high school reunion that evening.
At 4 pm, I changed my clothes, polished my shoes, and arrived on time.
The event was well-organized; 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 had gone abroad to the United States after graduation and we hadn't been in touch since.
The excitement and joy of seeing him was unimaginable. We spent the whole evening drinking and reminiscing.
Even so, it still 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, and before we knew it, it was 2 AM. He was still very energetic 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 and agitation, muttering to himself, "I did
n't expect to find this in China." I found it amusing and asked him if he had 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 him off
. He then began to tell me.
In Australia, there is a mysterious organization called "Akasabongcha," a name transliterated from the language of a mysterious African tribe, meaning sexual equality.
This organization promotes 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 the 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, which held regular events, and he even knew how to join the Chinese branches. He wanted to participate in the organization's 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 that 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 had suggested.
As G said, I opened the search and clicked on it.
At first glance, I was a little disappointed; it was an extremely ordinary website, without any hint of mystery.
Ignoring it, I registered directly, leaving my email address as G had instructed, and writing "I want equality" in my profile.
Registration was quick, taking only a few seconds.
Back on the homepage, I found the "Rolling News" section that G had mentioned.
He said that to become a member, I had to post information in this section and have it displayed. Since only the first five posts were displayed each day, I had to choose the posting date carefully.
I counted, and there were only three comments that day. So, as G said, I posted an article that day that started with the words "My Comments," refreshed the page, and my article was already showing up on Rolling News.
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 their exam results.
Finally, at 3 pm on the 22nd, I received the email I needed. G was right; the email content was only a 12-digit number. The first eight digits were the date, 20070102, and the last four digits were the time, 13:00.
I relaxed a lot and felt more confident, feeling that I was one step closer to this mysterious organization.
As G had said, I went back to the website, focused on Rolling News, and waited for the green text to appear.
Having succeeded in the first step, I was much calmer this time, almost without the nervousness and anxiety of my first registration.
To make it easier to view, 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 news feed: "Mr. Li from No. 1××, 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. ××, 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 also deeply troubled and conflicted. 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 repeated hundreds of times, and the drive was smooth.
Number ×× wasn't easy to find, but I found it nonetheless.
Looking at the iron gate of number ×× in the distance, I felt a surge of fear and nervousness, my heart 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 I was and what I wanted. I said I was attending 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 momentarily. I had never seen such a beautiful girl. I stared at her for a full five seconds before I came to my senses and my nervousness subsided.
She seemed quite used to men's gazes and didn't react at all, only asking, "You're attending a party?" I hummed in response.
"And what's your registered name and the information you post?"
I asked. "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 we had to shower before attending the party, partly for hygiene and partly to prevent people from bringing in communication devices or cameras. "Start showering," she said, "while you shower, I'll announce 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 a rule, and I could quit 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., which G had already told me.
She then said that members were divided into senior members and junior members. Senior members were staunch supporters of the principle of sexual equality and volunteers for the organization's activities, and they had 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 must wear masks at the party, and that we cannot exchange personal information in the main hall except in private rooms; also, for safety reasons, my clothes would be guarded by someone, and I would need to wear a different set of clothes to enter; after the party, I would need to pay 370 yuan to the organizer as activity expenses.
I agreed.
After showering, she had finished explaining, and I was about to put on the clothes she had prepared for me when 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 almost time, and she could take me to the meeting place; junior members must wear blindfolds and headphones.
I didn't say anything, just took her 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 other people sitting around me, all silent, waiting patiently.
After a short while, the bus started moving, sometimes bumpy, sometimes smooth, making many turns. About 20 minutes later, we finally arrived.
The doors opened, and people helped us off the bus, seemingly into another room.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, I suddenly felt someone removing my blindfold and headphones.
I removed them myself; they were a bit glaring. Once my vision cleared, 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.
While I was lost in these thoughts, 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.
Upon entering the room, I was stunned—a veritable sea of flesh! I finally understood what it meant to be overwhelmed with lust.
The square room, about 30 square meters, was haphazardly furnished with three beds, two sofas, and a few tables, all now serving as the stage 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 bodies 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 shooting through my entire body from my lower abdomen.
I couldn't control myself! Just then, the girl in front of me turned around, glanced at me, and said, "Everyone, feel free to move around, loosen up!" I sensed encouragement in her eyes.
Without further hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and carried her to a bedside like an experienced hand.
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.
There were eight men and seven women. The men varied in height, weight, age, and build, while the seven girls were all tall, fair-skinned, and curvaceous, though their faces were obscured.
Besides them, the most striking object in the room was a statue-like object—a kneeling, naked female figure with her buttocks upturned, head raised, and mouth open, extremely sexy, especially her large red mouth, which exuded a thousand charms.
I glanced back at the beauty beneath me, still panting heavily, one hand already reaching for the genitals of a young man of about twenty standing beside her, while the other reached for my still-wet penis.
This crazy story repeated itself again and again. I chose different methods with different women: solo, threesome, foursome, oral sex, gag sex, and so on, except for SM, which I didn't like.
They were young, wild, and almost omnipotent. I was obsessed with their bodies, again and again, until the very last moment.
Everyone was finally exhausted, and the feast could end.
So one girl rallied everyone to pick up the condoms on the ground and throw them in the trash can.
Only then did I realize that the sexy mouth of the nude statue was actually the opening of the trash can.
After leaving that room, everyone stopped fooling around, put on blindfolds and headphones again, and took turns to go to the room at No. ×× 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 awake. I looked at my watch and realized it was already 9 pm. I hurriedly 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 wafted into my heart.
I knew it was the smell of the blankets, or more precisely, my girlfriend's scent.
My initial excitement instantly cooled. I realized that I had forgotten someone, someone I should have remembered most.
I was plunged into deep self-reproach.
I began to hate my curiosity, my indulgence, my body, even my girlfriend.
I remembered her smile, her anger, her eating, her sleeping, her playful moments—every little detail about her.
I suddenly 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 equally impossible.
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 "Ah-Dai, my favorite" into Baidu.
Each time I look it up, I fall into even deeper remorse and self-reproach.
I am in unbearable pain.
Nevertheless, I still attended another gathering on January 20, 2007. This time, the process was not as complicated; I only needed to leave a message starting with "My Message" using the same username as last time.
The location for the notification has changed, and the person receiving us has changed too. The only things that remain the same are the trash can with the nude female statue and everyone's frenzy as before.
But every time I'm with a woman, I think of my girlfriend, and I'm once again struggling between excitement and guilt.
I've heard that a similar party is being held at another location, only this time the service is entirely female, and the VIP members are muscular men.
I increasingly long for my girlfriend to come home, hoping she can take me back to the past, forget that website, forget this hellish experience, but I'm also afraid of her going home, because I don't know if I have the courage to look her in the eye, or if touching her again will remind me of those masked girls.
She'll be going home in ten days. What should I do?

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