I went to an orgy on a Costa Rican nude beach in 2011. I was staying there for a few weeks, and had met a a really cute local. It was purely physical, as my spanish was and still is very simplistic. There were times when I'd seriously never say a word to her and just walk into her apartment and just start *******; it was so hot but so very strange.
Having known her for like 5 days, She invited me out to an orgy. I still remember, how she said it to me, "many pussy". I thought she was trying to ask me if I'd been with a lot of girls, but then she explained it to me like a retard in spanish. I'm a pretty sexual being, so when she asked me if I wanted to go to an orgy with her, I wasn't really taken aback, I just figured she picked up on my energy and felt comfortable showing me that side of her life.
I'm not to sure about how much this event was publicized but there were a good 50-100 people there at any given time over the 2 days it was going on. Believe it or not, most of the people there were adult teenagers. College kids just having fun. I remember only a handful of older couples, and one of the women was ******* gorgeous, more on her later.
When we got there, I told her I was just going to be social, and enjoy the experience, but I wasn't too sure if I'd be involved, but if she wanted to start *******, all the power to her. I wasn't her boyfriend. She stayed with me the entire first day as we just roasted marshmallows by bonfire with locals. I remember this very well, because by the time it got dark, (not dark enough not to see the people around the bonfire mind you) she started stripping down from her bathing suit and sucking me off. The group we were with was pretty much just nerdy Costa Rican boys, thinking they'd get lucky with a hot girl, and they just sat there around the quiet, while she sucked me off. The best part was mid blowjob some Norwegian guy pulls up behind me and goes, "Hey Canadian, can I get in on that?" I wasn't really interested in getting my dick sucked like a 2 hot dogs in a bun, so I didn't say anything. He just whips out his dick and starts jacking off right beside me. The girl looks at him and laughs. She doesn't do anything with him, but she doesn't mind him. It was creepy as ****. I tried to just pay attention to the movements of her lips, but every few minutes I'd look up, and just see these fat Costa Rican boys eating gooey marshmallows and staring at me. It was surreal.
The thing they don't tell you about orgy's is that it's almost impossible to sleep. I was enjoying myself, and figured I'd stay the night with the girl (she was my ride anyways--and even if I wasn't her boyfriend, I felt some obligation to make sure she was safe. So we snuck into one of the **** tents (they had tents set up for people who didn't want to **** on the sand) and tried to get some sleep. The later it got, the louder the orgy became. The girl was heavy sleeper, and was completely tuckered out so I left her in the tents and figured I'd just talk with some people (maybe watch some ************** were more men then women, but the women there were quite good looking, like in all groups there were some uglier ones, but you'd be hard pressed to walk around that beach, and not find one or two girls you'd like to stick your dick in.
"Hey, friend" The Norwegian from before said to me while pile driving this older woman (probably one of the few I wouldn't have sex with) he held his hand up for me to high five--and while I hesitated, I decided I should, just for the story alone. As I kept walking down the beach, I noticed a huge group of guys sitting standing around two women as they ate each other out. The guys in front all had their dicks out, and were biting their shirts (is that a Costa Rican thing?) rubbing their dicks making cat calls to the girls to come suck their dicks, but they never did. I left after one of the girls cut her leg on a rock, and the show was over.
I went back to the tent, only to find the girl I was with ******* this short guy. He was standing up ******* her from behind. I felt a bit jealous for a second but then remembered she wasn't my girlfriend. I asked her if everything was okay, they stopped, the guy looked so frightened, I almost thought he was raping her, but she tells me yeah, and to come join them. I decline, and say I'll be back in a bit.
By this time it's almost dawn, and amidst the groans and laughing, I decide to just sit on the beach and watch the Costa Rican sunrise. As I'm sitting there, trying to just tune out all the ******* (it was an amazing experience, but it was like sensory overload.) the gorgeous cougar walks by in just a towel, and smiles at me. As she's walking away, I call to her in spanish, "Ven sentar conmigo", which I think is come sit beside me, but it's come lay beside me or something (I still am **** at Spanish) and she smiles, takes off her towel, revealing this amazing older tanned body, and perfectly trimmed bush, it was a top 5 bush, and sets it on the ground and starts rubbing her clit while saying things to me in spanish which I can barely understand. She was absolutely gorgeous, she had just the right amount of curves, a very cute face, and long black hair. She also had fake tits. She was probably one of the 20 most beautiful women, I'd ever see with my real eyes. We made out for a bit, and then moved into foreplay. Before things got carried away, I stopped, and told her I'd be right back. I needed to go grab a condom from the tent.
Back at the tent, a ******* gangbang was going on with the girl, I noticed a couple of the nerdy fat college boys standing around completely naked and hairy, serious faced, as the cum covered girl just moved sporadically from one dick to the other sucking off anyone she could. She was possessed, and any other time, I might have considered just joining in but I had a god damn beautiful cougar waiting for me on the beach. I grabbed two condoms from the communal box and then ran as fast as I could back down to the beach.
"Pick a hole, friend" the Norwegian was balls deep inside of the beautiful cougar, and urging me to come join in. I was so ******* pissed off. But my dick was rock hard and my animal instincts just took over. I dropped my shorts to the ground and guided the woman's mouth to my cock as my Norwegian "friend" ****** her like a man without bones from behind. She puckered her lips around the head of cock and just wouldn't let go as she tongue it from inside her mouth. "Good, yes?" the Norwegian asked me, like I was sampling appetizer. I nodded and tried to only focus on the woman. I kept wondering when we'd trade off. I wasn't privy to orgy rules, but I felt like he had been hogging that pussy for a while. That guy was irritating the hell out of me. He'd make these yelping grunting sounds, and wouldn't stop saying "You like?" to me and the woman. He must have noticed the sour look on my face, and immediately starts speaking in spanish to the woman. She looks up at me and laughs, and then says in broken english "You wan' switch hole?" I nod, and then high five the Norwegian. My first Eiffel tower. A peanut gallary, one I had not noticed until now (mostly the same guys that were watching the two girls eat eachother out) start to cheer. A couple of them even tell me to tag out. I try and not let them bother me.
I pull out of her mouth thinking, the guy was going to move to the other side and take my spot. Nope. He rolls over onto the sand, revealing his non-rubbered dick (picture bob ross) and the woman jumps on top of him without hesitation, and then he holds open her ass for me to enter. "You like, friend?" he said. "I like friend" I said as I stuck my dick in her ass as she moaned so loud, whales were surfacing in the distance just to see what the **** was up. The crowd around us, just kept getting bigger, and bigger. And it was getting lighter and lighter. I just buried my face into the cougar's back and tried to forget anyone else was there but me and her. She smelt of sex and sunscreen (it was like everything else that day, strangely alluring).
About 2 minutes into the DP, the Norwegian starts to make noises like he's about to bust, and I feel him him slide his dick out of her vagina (if you've never done a DP before, it's ******* ******, there's like a thin sheathed barrier between your two dicks. It feels like someone is ghost dicking a woman while you're ******* her) and before I could get the **** out of there, he just shoots his load straight into my ******* gooch. I don't even know how or why, but he did it and to this day it's the most disgusting feeling I have ever had. And believe it or not, I continued to pump her ass for a few more seconds before I finally got up in disgust.
"What's a matter? You not man enough for her Canadian?" Is screamed from the ground hysterically. Everyone in the crowd of say 20 people start to laugh. I want to ******* beat the **** out of this guy now, but I don't. I just run into the water and dunk my gooch inside, and try to clean off the jizz. As I'm coming out, ready to continue ******* that gorgeous woman, I get back to her wrapping herself in a towel, and walking away through the crowd. "She's done for today, buddy. We get her later" He smiled. AHHHHHHH oh my ******* god, I wanted to beat the **** out of this guy. And to this day I still don't know why. The crowd broke away to either find more people having sex or to hit up the food tent where people were grilling up breakfast.
Being as I was hungry, I elected to go to the food tent. The smell in the air was like that of a fair--there were locals cooking up friend plantains, and it just reminded me of home. I wasn't sure if this was for everyone, or if it was someone's private dish so I just sat there on the sand looking hungry. One of the nerdy guys college guys, offered me a plate of this bean and rice stuff (it was okay) but to tell you the truth, my mind was still trying to cope with all of the sex. It's hard to explain, but it's such a draining experience, even if you're fluids really haven't been drained all that much. The best way I can describe it is, imagine watching a days worth of porn, on tons of monitors (like in that scene from the matrix)--with very little escape. If I recall I had a really bad headache.
I spotted the girl I came out here with. She was a total wreck. Sand was crusted onto her sides (I believe it was caked on sand cum), her hair was Nick Nolte-esque, and she was only wearing a towel around her waist as her breasts just aired for morning breakfast. I walked over to her and smiled. She did not smile at me. I asked her what was up in spanish, but she wouldn't talk to me. I sat there beside her in the most uncomfortable silence eating this rice and bean dish with bare hands, and then when I was done, got up, and left. I wasn't sure why she was so upset with me, but I wasn't going to let her ruin my fun.
After breakfast, two factions emerged. One that was mostly of people who were all sex'ed out and wanted to just sun bathe along the shore, and the other was the most sinister and kinkiest group of people I have ever come across meeting (if you looking my comment history, I'm well acquainted with members of the porn industry--more so people on the outer edge of that world, but that world non-the-less) who wanted to play sex games. The girl went in the sun bathing group. I went with the sex games group.
"My Friend from Canada! Over here!" Yelled the Norwegian as he waved at me to sit next to him. I walked over. We really were becoming the most strangest of friends. There was about twelve of us, 9 guys, and 3 girls. Really terrible odds, but the girls were up for anything. Only two of them were good looking (one had gigantic natural boobs, the other one was this red headed Costa Rican punker girl) and the one that wasn't was the ugly older woman Norway was pile driving from before. The game the group decided on playing was idiotic, but it was exciting. The men wrapped their shirts over their heads and had to guess which of the three girls was sucking their dick. I paid close attention to the girls as they went down on the first couple of eager beavers and switched off. I was trying to look for ticks or obvious tells--but it was too hard to tell. They all kind of had the same approach.
When my turn came around, I sat on my towel lied down and just enjoyed the experience. "Big tits" I said, everyone cheered. I peeked through my shirt, and winked at her as she sucked me off a little bit more. I laid back to down again and awaited the next girl. This time around my dick was just getting yanked so hard, and there was just so much spit everywhere, that I knew it had to be the punker--but then out of nowhere I go, "old woman", everyone cheers. **** me I think to myself, she is really really good at that. I peek down, and she's grabbing my chest like my young body holds all the cures for her elderly ailments. Well obviously the next one is going to be punker girl I say. This is so ******* easy. Unless they switch things out. I lay back down, and await my next blind blowjob. I hear laughing, and I start to get worried. The mouth wraps around my dick, and it's a bit toothy, and a little rough. It's a tight mouth, and feels okay, but the teeth are sharp. "Punker girl" I say, thinking she's just doing something kinky to my dick and not realizing that it's not that great. I take the shirt off my head, only to see Norway jacking me off with a ******* fish. A ******* DEAD SMILING COSTA RICAN SNAPPER IS GULPING DOWN MY DICK, scraping off tiny particles of skin with its tiny sharp teeth "Don't cum yet buddy". Norway is just laughing his ******* head off like it's some kind of joke, but it's ******* gross, this is like what I imagine Aristotle and Plato did to eachother in greece, this is how the ******* roman empire fell--this kind of ****** up ****. I get up, push him to the ground, and then punch him in the face as hard as I can. I storm off down the beach crying. I have no phone, no ride, no way out.
I just keep walking for a while until I can barely see the tents. I don't know what I was expecting by coming to an orgy, but it sure as **** wasn't this. I miss home. I decide to just clear my head and build a sand castle. I've always wanted to build one, but it was just one of those things that I never got around to doing. A few hours passed and my nerves had calmed down, and I decide to wander back into the orgy. I stared back at my sand castle, tall, ******, but alive and well, minutes away from it's demise as the water encroached.
When I returned it was like ******* lord of the flies. Literally. The two groups had once again merged, but it was more so the doing of the kinky sex games group than the sun bathers. People were *******, left, and right, women sucking off men, men beating off other men, it was just one big train. 69, doggy style, missionary, standing 69 in the water (yes!)--in the few hours I was gone, the orgy had become something even larger.
It was getting out of control. For the most part, the orgy was self-contained. It was governed by the people who took part--it was a simplistic society. There were no police out here, no one to stop someone with just a bit more strength from doing something they weren't allowed to do by another-- I listened closely, amongst the grunts and the moans, and the waves. I could hear crying. I ran as fast as I could through the fall of rome, jumping over people spoon ******* in 25 degree heat; their skin sizzling in the sun. I kept looking all around for the girl I came with--the one who wanted no part of me, but I couldn't find her. She wasn't in the tent, or the main beach where most everyone else was--she was nowhere to be seen. But the cries kept coming from a little bit into the Jungle.
No one else cares. They're their for themselves. To ****, for their carnal desires. Who gives a **** if someone is getting raped or eaten by wild beast. Who gives a ****? Not Orgy people I tell you.
I bravely ran toward the sound. I kept calling her name over and over again, telling her to hold on, that I was coming. And then I saw it... the Norwegian running into the jungle ahead of me. I should have ******* known. "I'll ******* kill you if you've done anything her!" I scream as loudly as I can.
As I enter the jungle, the cries get louder and then they just stop--like she gave up. Like she couldn't fight anymore. I started to cry like a little girl...but I couldn't stop there... I had to do something...this wasn't right. I pushed aside the tall branches, and got to a clearing, where I saw her being raped. They stood over her, two of them, holding her down, one of them ******* her in the ass, and the other holding her down and flicking his dick. I recognized them... It was the looky loo's from before. The one's who stared at the two girls eating each other out, the one's who were there while I was ******* the gorgeous cougar... they got so riled up...so horny...that they couldn't take it anymore. They were going to **** a woman no matter what. And they chose this girl.
"Let her go!" I said as my voice trembled. She looked at me with tears running down her face--the saddest creature I have to date seen. I wasn't leaving without her.
I was ******. They were Costa Rican pukes, but there was no way I could stop them--I was tired, fried from the sun, spent. "Deja que se vaya!" I screamed as I began chucking rocks at them. "La policia" I screamed over and over again. "POLICIA!" There were no police coming. And we all knew that. They push the girl to ground and come after me. I clocked one with a pretty solid punch, but the other one caught me off guard and grabbed my neck. The other one came too and they proceeded to kick the **** out of me. I laid their, bloodied and bruised, tears coming from my eyes as they relentlessly fought. One of them held a giant rock above his head, and readied himself to smash it against my skull, even despite his comrade telling him that was enough. But before he could, a giant stick comes swinging out of nowhere and knocks the looky loo down. In a flash, both of my assailants fall to ground, dazed, and hurt. I look up to see my friend.
"Are you okay friend?" Norway asks me as he pulls me up off the ground. I nod. I have never been happier to see anyone in my life. I lean on him as we quickly make our way over to the girl. She gets up, and looks me in the eye. Instead of a look of happiness or whatever one feels from being rescued. She looks at me like Stephen King's Carrie, like she's trying to spontaneously combust my head.
"idiota! idiota! idiota!" she screams as she slaps me across the face! She begins speaking so quickly in her native tongue, I can no longer even pick out words to try and guess what she is yelling at me for. I turn to the Norwegian, his face bright red, as he scratches his head. "violacion de fantasia" she said... Fantasy? What? I remember thinking?
"Looks like we made a small mistake my Canadian friend" said Norway about as retarded as can be. "They were roleplaying..."
I looked at the girl in shock. "I do not want see you" she said in her broken english. "Fantasia!" she screamed in my face as she pulled up her pants. The looky loo's came too, and walked over to her side. They search through my pockets and find nothing. They approach Norway but he backs off. The only reason they were attacking me was because someone was taking pictures of them having sex, and they thought it was me. Norway and I walked as fast as we could out of that jungle. I stared at him as he admired his phone looking at the pictures he took. The phone he was supposed to hand in before taking part. He broke the orgy code, and we were on our way back to a society that did not tolerate such things. As we did, I couldn't help but think how this ******* idiot, is always messing things up in my life.
The whole time I was walking back, I had a grin on my face, because I knew Norway would finally get what he deserved. I hoped they beat him up, like they did some of the other perverts with cameras that we came across the night before--or that they'd ban him, or something. Karma was a bitch, and he deserved everything bad coming his way. "We're in some hot water friend" he muttered to me.
"I'm not your ******* friend" I blasted back. "You've done nothing but be an asshole to me since we've met... we are not friends".
With a sadness across his face, meanders to the water and just starts kicking the waves as they ride in. He breaks down and starts to cry. For a second I feel victorious, but then that feeling subsides, and I feel terrible.
"Don't cry man" I walk out to the surf, and pat his back, trying to get this grown Norwegian baby to stop crying.
He breaks down and starts telling me how this always happens. How he's always trying to find a best friend at things like this but he's always screwing things up. He tells me that he's really interested in hockey and his brother was part of the Norwegian national team for a few years, and that the way I spoke about the sport, to him at the bonfire on the first day, reminded him of his brother. And as his brother no longer speaks with him (yeah I wonder why), he figured I could fill that void in his heart. In some strange ****** up way I understand. I understand Norway. The universe is speaking Norwegian to me. I look at what's happened those two days, and instead of seeing an asshole, I see an awkward Norwegian, trying desperately to make friends.
The girl, and the looky loo's are now marching out of the jungle behind us, they're going to report Norway, and something bad is going to happen to him. "Norway my friend... we have to go...there isn't much time"
In my mind I know there is only one thing we can do. The girl, and the looky loo's are going to accuse Norway of taking pictures of them with his phone. In my mind, even if Norway chucks it in the ocean, or buries it in the sand, there's still going to be doubt. There will still be questions, and because of the fact that he has no proof that he didn't do what they are accusing him of, he'd be in ****. The only thing we could do is, delete the photos off the phone, sneak into the main tent, and put his phone in with the others. Then simply deny the claims based on the fact that his phone was in the tent this whole time. It was a perfect plan. Things didn't go perfectly.
Despite running the rest of the way, we've only got about 3 minute window. At that time, the girl, and the looky loo's will notify the orgy en masse and Norway, and me by association, will be ******. And not in an orgy good way.
Sneaking into a tent might sound easy, especially while everyone in close proximity is busy ******* their brains out, but it was far from it. As soon as we got close, this old guy wearing nothing but a cape, one of the main chieftain's of the group or something, started watching us while his wife got drilled by this big Spanish guy. His dick was just lugging away putting in work, but his head was just staring out at the water; like he had to see something beautiful to make his life worth living as he ****** this ham planet on the rough sand. The chieftain gets up and then wanders towards us. We're ****** I think. "Hola senores" he spoke softly, "por favor venga". We follow him inside the tent.
Inside, he slowly removes his cape, revealing his stout stomach and tiny penis and then lays the red cape flat on the ground in front of him. The rubber container holding all the cellphones, closed, just 5 feet behind him. He motions for us to kneel before him. "Sucka ma' deek" he says in english, as he closes his eyes and tilts his head up to the heavens. "por favor venga...sucka ma' deek". He opens his eyes and looks at us, calling us over like a fat pig siren.
Norway and I look at each other. Neither of us want to do it, but we know if we don't, we could possibly die. It would be unlikely, but something bad would happen to us if we didn't. Norway solemnly nods at me. "No..." I whisper under my breath. Don't do it I think. It's too late. He drops to his knees and opens his mouth, and starts to suckle on the chieftain's dick like a baby bird would a worm.
"Suck ma' deeeeeeeeeeeeeeek" He said as he once again closed his eyes and tilted his head up.
Is anyone reading this? I'll continue it if someones reading this and wants more.