The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a few stories about people who had undergone major transformations after losing their faith and receiving sex therapy. Not all those transformations were as extreme as this one, but they made for some amazing stories. I hope this one is just as enjoyable.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Mrs. James?” said a concerned young woman.

“No,” said Nina plainly, “there’s no way I could ever be ready for this. But I don’t care. I’m doing this! And don’t call me Mrs. James.”

“Sorry, I was just trying…”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You can stop pretending I’m that frail. Mrs. Nina James was another person in another life. I’m trying to become someone else…someone who feels real.”

The Nina who said those words sounded very different from the Nina eight months, two weeks, and three days ago. The woman currently standing in front of the bathroom mirror at private club in the city might as well have been a total stranger. Compared to the woman formerly known as Nina James, she was the complete antithesis of the person in the reflection.

Not long ago, Nina James was the reserved, soft-spoken wife of a prominent businessman. Together, they lived in the same devoutly religious and very affluent community in which they’d grown up. She’d gone to a private school all her life while her husband was home-schooled by his rich, well-connected parents. In both cases, they’d been brought up with the same rigid piety that had defined their community for generations.

She was a good, virtuous woman of the faith, exercising restraint and modesty all her life.

He had been an upstanding, respected man of God, conducting himself as a man of high values and unflappable ethics.

“It was never real…not for a second,” Nina told her reflection, ignoring the worried look from the woman next to her.

On paper, theirs was a love blessed by angels. They were soul-mates, sharing the same devotion that everyone in their community had preached. She made it a point to do everything right, following all the rules that went with dating her future husband. She was so restrained, not even kissing him until he proposed. Every illicit urge or inclination was suppressed to the utmost.

Even on her wedding night, she’d exercised restraint. That fateful moment when she first gave herself to her husband was supposed to be the culmination of her devotion. However, it ended up being the first sign that she’d been living a lie and so had everyone around her.

“Well, if you’re ready,” the woman next to her said, “go ahead and take off your clothes. If you want, I can give you some panties that might…”

“No,” Nina said, cutting her off, “no panties…no stockings…no nothing. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to be totally naked.”

Still ignoring the concerned gaze of the woman next to her, Nina stripped out of black dress she’d worn to the club. It was modest, not showing off her breasts and not revealing anything above her knee-caps. It had once been the standard attire of Mrs. Nina James, reflecting her commitment to modesty. Taking it off was almost as liberating as changing her married name and escaping the lies that once dominated her life.

She didn’t even suspect such lies, although her wedding night offered her first clue. She’d been taught by parents, friends, and religious types that sex was going to be uncomfortable at first. It would take a while before it started feeling good. They never mentioned anything about being aroused, the female orgasm, or even the specifics of her own anatomy. She had to figure that out on her own, only to be told not to enjoy it too much because it was sinful.

Nina wished she could cuss out every person who’d told her that as she kicked off her shoes, undid her bra, and slid her panties down her legs. That left her fully nude in front of a full-bodied mirror, her legs, breasts, butt, and genitals feely exposed. Just looking at it and admiring it felt like an affront to every pious fraud in her community.

“I see you shaved,” the woman next to her said, her glace narrowing on her pelvis.

“I hear men like it clean-shaven,” Nina said, still acting like it was no big deal.

“Some do, but others prefer a little bush,” she said. “I maintain a landing strip, but if that helps you feel more comfortable…”

“I’m not doing this because I want to be comfortable. In fact, tonight is all about pursuing the exact opposite.”

That surprised the woman standing next to her, whose name Nina refused to remember. Wearing a fancy G-string thong and stiletto shoes, she’d clearly done what she was about to do many times before. She just wasn’t used to a first-timer being so eager.

If she knew even half of her story, she would understand. Beyond getting mixed and incomplete messages about her body, Nina had spent years of her life living a lie in a world she thought she knew. She genuinely believed her husband loved her. She even believed that the sex they had was normal and right. That all changed on one fateful day when she literally stumbled onto the truth.

“To hell with modesty and everything that came with it,” Nina said to her naked reflection.

That was blasphemy in the highest order, but it was totally warranted. That moment was still burned in her mind, visiting her husband at the office the day before his birthday. Instead of catching him tending to his family business, he caught him in the middle of a lurid act that involved two other women and a man.

At first, she was shocked. Then, she was disgusted. After she learned the truth, though, she became enraged.

“It’s time I stop hiding from my desires,” she said. “I want to…no, I need to know how wrong I was for so many years.”

The woman next to her remained silent. She was a “manager” at the private club, but not the kind associated with modest business activities. She and the club she helped operate worked in the same decadent world that she’d once abhorred.

That world had always been closer than she’d thought. After uncovering her husband’s activities, she found out that he’d been engaged in such debauchery for years. It wasn’t just with other women. He’d fooled around with men as well, behavior that he and everyone in the community deemed immoral.

She thought it was an anomaly and that the man she loved had simply descended into sin. She’d been taught all her life that sin could be cured with more piety. Then, Nina discovered that his behavior was no anomaly. It was distressingly normal.

Her husband wasn’t the only man who engaged in private debauchery. In fact, most of the men in his family engaged in similar activities, so much so that it was expected. If that weren’t bad enough, she learned that some of the women even helped, living secretly sinful lives of their own. They did all of that one day before telling a congregation of people the next on the value of chastity and reservation.

Nina decided, shortly after, that she could handle a crisis of faith. She could even handle people she thought she loved keeping secrets from her. However, she could not handle hypocrisy on that level. It led her to make a fateful choice, one that started with an ill-advised divorce and led her to a private club in a city far from her home town.

“Before you head out there, I want to disclose a few formal particulars,” the woman said.

“I already know every one of them,” Nina said.

“You’re still a newbie so I want to say them,” she continued. “Most of the men and women here are experienced. They’re screened, they’re clean, and they know the ground rules. If, at any point, you start to get uncomfortable, just say the safe word and we’ll step in. If there’s something you don’t want them to do, just say it outright and we’ll make sure they listen.”

“I understand, but I don’t intend to play it safe tonight. It’s an orgy, not a game of chess. Let every guy know they can fuck me every which way. They can touch any body part, come in every hole, and be as rough as they want with me.”

“That may be a lot for someone doing this for the first time.”

“Like I said, I don’t care,” Nina told her. “I paid the membership fee. I shaved my pussy. I even bought my own bottle of lube. I want this…all of it.”

She could tell the woman looking at her remained hesitant. Nina couldn’t blame her, but she’d already made up her mind. She was really going to do it. She was going to take part in an orgy and less than a year after her once-upstanding life fell apart, no less.

Some might call that an unhealthy overreaction for someone who’d just learned about the lies and hypocrisy that once filled her life. Those people might even be right, to some extent. Nina didn’t care if they were. She’d been such a good, virtuous woman all her life. Looking in the mirror, she realized just how much that woman failed to reflect her true self.

“In that case,” the woman said, “go on out into to den. I’ll officially designate you as a rainbow girl.”

“Is that the do-whatever-you-want-to-her label I paid for?” Nina asked.

“It is,” she said, “and I know it’s not my business, but whatever brought you here – however bad or weird it might have been – I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.”

Nina finally turned towards the older woman in the thong and stilettoes. She briefly shed her determined demeanor and offered a thankful nod. She appreciated her concern, but remained secure in her decision. If she was going to unleash all the decadence she’d repressed for so long, then she would go all out.

Leaving the woman behind with her concerns, Nina made her way towards the main entrance that separated the changing rooms from the main area of the private club. Other women wearing more elaborate attire, from crotch-less panties to theatrical masks, walked by as well. She was among the few who just went out completely naked, no attire, jewelry, or role to play. She was just a young, naked, horny woman looking to vent a lifetime of suppressed lust.

“Finally!” she said to herself. “It’s time to see what I’ve been missing.”

Nina, not looking back for a second, walked through the doors that were heavily guarded by private officers. From there, she entered a domain of unrepentant, unfiltered debauchery the likes of which she’d never encountered. She didn’t bother bracing herself, promising that she’d dive right into it without a shred of doubt. Even with such certainty, she was shocked.

“My God,” Nina gasped.

Her reaction felt ironic, given her past piety. If she had witnessed the sight before her a year ago, she would’ve have been aghast. Instead, she was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

The private club that she’d worked so hard to join – which included a screening process, a hefty fee, and host of other obstacles that only someone with plenty of money from a rich ex-husband – had given form and substance to the sin she once resisted. The facility itself had once been an upscale restaurant. It was now a fully-functioning club, complete with a bar, a DJ, colorful lights, and beaming music. However, the true action was in the center of the den, as they called it.

Amidst an elaborate array of cots, mini-beds, and love seats was a full-blown orgy. Dozens of people, almost all of them naked, were engaged in a wide array of sex acts. Women lay on the dirty floor with men on top of them, humping with reckless abandon. Men sat on various pieces of furniture with a woman in their lap, riding their dicks without restraint. Some women had two men fucking them simultaneously, being penetrated from behind while giving oral sex in front. A couple were even sandwiched between two men, one penetrating her pussy and the other penetrating her ass. Some men had two women on top of him, one riding his dick while other rode her face. There were even areas where two women went at it and others where men made out too.

It was a sea of naked bodies, moving and grinding together in a sweaty heap of flesh. All the while, a DJ – who also happened to be naked and receiving oral sex – played face-paced dance music that set the tone for the decadence. Some used it to set a fervent rhythm for their sexual depravity. Others just ignored it. Even over the noise, Nina could hear all the moans and grunts of so many lurid acts.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

“Oohhh yeah! Fuck, I love it! I fucking love to fuck!”

Those were just some of the vulgar proclamation of bliss that echoed from the heap of bodies. Every act that should’ve repulsed her lay bare before her, literally and figuratively. Instead of running away or gagging in disgust, she found it genuinely alluring, as well as very arousing.

“So much sex…so much sin,” Nina said distantly. “It’s beautiful.”

In admiring the sight before her, she affirmed what she’d already uncovered in the days after her lurid discovery. Everything she thought she knew about sex, sexuality, and her body had been a lie. What she saw wasn’t a manifestation of evil or temptation. It was an experience that she truly desired.

“Like what you see?” joked a half-naked man who walked by her.

“Yes,” Nina said distantly, “yes, I do.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Dive right in! Get that pretty little ass of yours some action!”

She reacted as though she’d just broken the chains that has kept her shackled to the lies of the past. The fraud, hypocrisy, and willful ignorance that so many back home had accepted finally released her from their grasp. With her heart pounding and her pussy in overdrive, she entered the sea of bodies and let the debauchery consume her.

“I’m here! This is my first orgy!” Nina shouted over the music.

Some nearby people cheered, a few of them in the midst of multiple orgasms. She closed her eyes and started dancing, moving in ways her parents and peers would’ve scorned back home. She shook her butt, swayed her hips, and played with her breasts. There was no modesty, whatsoever. Every inch of skin was there for all to see, admire, and lust over. It wasn’t long before some, mostly men, took notice.

She could feel their eyes on her. Some men were in between partners. Others had just arrived and sat off to the side, as if waiting for the opportunity to find the right lover. Some were older, middle-aged men who looked remarkably comfortable at an orgy. Some were young, looking as overwhelmed as she’d been by the sight. When they looked at her, though, she sensed a singular desire unit them.

“Somebody…anybody…take me!” Nina called out.

The men responded quickly. Almost immediately, she felt multiple hands reach out and touch her naked body. One found her breast. The other found her butt. A couple others trailed up her legs. One even got in between her thighs and slipped a finger into her vagina. They weren’t very careful, but they weren’t rough either. It still evoked a powerful reaction.

“You have nice breasts,” said one man.

“Such smooth skin,” said another.

“Damn! You’re already really wet,” said the one fingering her.

It was such an alien feeling, having hands from multiple men touching her body. It felt nothing like the way her ex-husband had touched her. He’d always been so formal, going through the motions that she thought were virtuous and right. He’d get on top of her, enter her, and hump until he blew his load, which rarely took long. For the longest time, she thought that was good sex. Nina was eager to update that understanding.

“Don’t be shy, boys,” she teased, daring to sound sexy. “Feel me up however you want. Get those dicks of yours nice and hard!”

“I like the way you think!” said one of the man. “What’s your name, anyways?”

“No names,” Nina said. “For now, I’m just free pussy for any handsome stud who wants some!”

That really got the men excited. They began fondling and groping her with less reservation. The man fondling her breasts gave them a firm squeeze, pinching her nipples in ways her ex-husband ad never dared. The one fingering her pussy slipped in another finger, probing deep and stimulating areas she didn’t know existed. A couple others even leaned in to kiss her face and neck, trailing their lips over her naked skin and tasting her flesh.

Other men gravitated towards her, like animals sensing a woman in heat. They eagerly reached in to cop a feel. Not all of them succeeded, but those that did were rewarded. Nina reached out and pawed their chests, caressed their faces, and kissed a few. She even dared to use a little tongue, something her ex-husband once thought disgusting. She quickly learned she enjoyed the taste of hot, manly flesh. She enjoyed it a lot.

The men enjoyed it just as much. After all the groping and kissing, several men got fully aroused. She could feel their erect dicks rubbing up against her thighs and torso. They wanted to be inside her. She wanted to it too, but in ways they never could’ve understood. How could they without living a life of misguided suppression?

“A think you’re ready,” the man fingering her pussy whispered.

“So are you,” Nina said, reaching down and grabbing his cock.

“Let’s take this to the center stage! I think the whole club is going to want to see this!”

The idea of being the center of attention in a den of decadence, others watching as she indulged in the sin she once abhorred, evoked a wide range of feelings. From excitement to uncertainty, it felt like she had just dove head-first into a pit of inescapable depravity. All she could do at that point was fall in and see how deep it went.

With a half-dozen horny mean surrounding her, each now sporting full-blown erections, Nina made her way towards the central area of the club. In that area was a large blue mat, not unlike the ones used at gyms and Yoga studios. She’d seen other couples using it to engage in various sex acts. They all made room for her, as if to put on a show.

“Looks like we’ve got an attention whore, tonight,” one woman said.

“My favorite kind of whore,” said a man standing next to her. “She’s either really new or really horny.”

“I’m guessing she’s both.”

As the men laid her down on the mat, a small crowd gathered around to watch the lurid spectacle unfold. Nina could feel their astonished eyes on them. Having been shy most her life, never even sitting in the front row at church, it was quite a shift. At the same time, it felt like something she needed to do. She needed to show everyone in the club, as well as herself, who she truly was.

Now on her back, the horny men surrounding her at every side, there was no escaping. She was going to get ravaged. She was going to indulge to an extent that had once been unthinkable. Moreover, she was going to enjoy every second of it.

“I’m ready!” Nina proclaimed over the music. “Somebody…anybody…start fucking me!”

The first lucky man, whose name and face she didn’t even know, managed to get ahead of the others. He got on top of her, hitched her legs over his shoulders, and thrust his dick into her waiting depths. He wasn’t gentle or careful like her ex-husband. As soon as he was inside her, he began hammering away with greedy lust.

“Oohhh yeah!” the man said. “This pussy…so nice and tight!”

Nina let out a deep moan, but it was drowned out by both the music and the grunts of the man. The sensations of deep, hard penetration surged through her body. They felt amazing. It was so different when she was actually aroused and genuinely wanted sex. Whenever she and her ex-husband did it, her pussy never got that wet. That made sex uncomfortable at times. She thought that was normal. She now knew how wrong that was.

It wasn’t some duty or formality. It was a real, intoxicating desire. She could enjoy it just as much as the man fucking her. That shouldn’t have been such a radical concept, but her entire upbringing had taught her otherwise. The idea that it could feel that good further confirmed the breadth of the lies she’d been taught.

“Ohhh yes!” Nina cried out. “So good…it feels so fucking good!”

“That’s it, girl! Enjoy every last bit of that cock!” said one of the women.

It was good advice of the most sinful variety. Nina embraced it gladly and so did the man fucking her. He humped harder and faster, pumping his member into his folds in pursuit of greater pleasure. Nina matched his efforts, using one of her hands to stimulate her clitoris, a part of her body that she didn’t even know about until recently. It helped them achieve feeling they sought.

“I’m…I’m coming!” the man grunted. “I’m real close!”

“Me too!” Nina said. “Please…do it inside me. I want…to feel…your come!”

The man didn’t hesitate. Nina wasn’t even sure she heard him. It didn’t matter. The results were the same. The man pumped his cock inside her a few more times before going over the edge, letting out an extra-deep grunt as he ejaculated into her pussy. As the that hot, thick fluid filled her depths, Nina crossed the threshold as well and climaxed.

“Ohhh I feel it!” she exclaimed. “I…I’m coming!”

It hit her like a wave crashing over every inch of her naked body, the sweet surge of sexual release. Her toes curled, her lower back arched, and her inner muscles throbbed mercilessly in a wondrous descend into orgasmic delight. It was a feeling she’d grown to love for reasons beyond the inherent pleasure.

Before she learned the truth, Nina didn’t even know what an orgasm was. She certainly didn’t have one with her ex-husband. It wasn’t until she broke down, watched some porn, and learned the true extent of the female body’s capabilities. It didn’t just trigger a sexual awakening that eventually led her to her first orgy. It revealed just how much of herself she’d been suppressing.

The theatrics of her first orgasm actually earned her applause from some of the onlookers. Even the man who’d just fucked her seemed impressed, smiling at her in a way only possible after satisfying sex.

“Wow!” he said. “You are…quite a woman.”

“That, she is,” said a man next to him. “So why don’t you step aside and let the rest of us find out for ourselves!”

The man, showing uncanny courtesy for an orgy, withdrew his member from her and moved aside. Nina didn’t even have a chance to close her legs before the other man got on top of her and guided his erect cock into her pussy, not at all minding the various sexual fluids dripping from her folds.

“Mmm…yeah!” the man said. “This pussy is amazing!”

“Yes! Please…keep fucking it,” Nina urged, still in an orgasmic daze. “Don’t stop fucking me! I want more! I…need more!”

The man gladly abided, humping her with the same vigor as the first man. The DJ put on more music, as if to provide extra rhythm. Other onlookers kept cheering, encouraging her rather than condemning her. No one called her a sinner, a slut, or a harlot. She was just another horny girl engaging in some extra indulgence.

“That’s it, girl! Get it! Get it good!” said one of the women.

“I have a feeling she’s going to be real popular here,” one of the men said.

Nina replied with more moans, coupled with beaming grins of ecstasy. Her body still ached from her first orgasm, but she already longed for another. The man fucking her even helped, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he worked his manhood into her. It was more generous than her husband had ever been, as well as more enjoyable.

As that man fucked her, others moved in closer to join the fun. A couple of men, each also bearing erections, rubbed their cocks in her face and over her bouncing breasts. Nina, eager to accommodate such generous studs, used her free hands to stroke them off. Before long, she began sucking them as well, showing off her nascent oral sex skills.

“Ooh! She sucks dick too,” said one of the men.

“And she sucks it good!” said the other.

That was an encouraging reaction. They probably had no idea that her lips had never touched a penis until recently. Oral sex was just one of many disgusting acts that were supposed to repulse her. Then, she realized how good it felt to taste a big, hard hunk of man-flesh with her mouth.

She didn’t consider herself an expert, but Nina knew how to get the job done. As the man fucking her pussy stepped up the pace, she sucked the two dicks near her even harder. It wasn’t long before they climaxed as well.

“Oohhh yeah, I’m coming!” one of the guys grunted.

“Me…too!” said the other.

It didn’t happen at the same time, but it was still made for quite a show. The first man shot his load right into her mouth, bombarding her with that unique, salty texture. It wasn’t the best taste in the world, but it had its appeal. Nina treated it like a delicacy, of sorts.

As she licked up that load, another sprayed onto her face and breasts. It was thick, but mixed perfectly with the sweat she’d worked up already. It brought tangible substance to the feeling she sought. What had once been messy, disgusting, and immoral had now become exciting, fun, and pleasurable.

“Mmm…I love it!” Nina proclaimed. “More! Give me more cock!”

“Damn! How much is she going to take?” asked one of the onlookers.

“Only one way to find out!” she said playfully.

She eagerly welcomed other men with fresh boners and began sucking them off. At around the same time, the man fucking her pussy climaxed as well. Unlike the first man, he pulled out and shot his load onto her breasts, adding to the spectacle. Some cheered him on while others laughed. Nina never lost focus, though. She kept on indulging, seeking more and more sex.

As if to make it easier, she rolled over so that she was on her hands and knees, her heart-shaped butt presented to a line of horny men. That allowed her to better give oral sex to the men in front of her while the men behind her enjoyed her hungry flesh. She even shook her butt a bit to welcome another man. She didn’t see who ended up getting to the front of the line and she didn’t care. She just felt that sudden thrust of another penis into her vagina, followed by more humping.

The continued flow of sensations kept her deep in her daze. It also added more motivation to her oral sex efforts. She sucked off two more men in front of her, getting two loads on her face in the process. She didn’t even take the time to wipe off their fluid before two more replaced them. Some had been waiting anxiously, stroking themselves off to stay hard. Nina had no intention of leaving them unsatisfied.

“My turn!” said one of the men.

“Don’t take too long!” said another. “I want some too!”

“Don’t worry, boys. There’s plenty to go around!” Nina told them.

She went to work satisfying them too. Shortly after she began sucking, another orgasm rocked her body. The man fucking her from behind was more endowed than most, stimulating her deepest depths in just the right way to send her over the edge. It was probably the quickest she’d ever climaxed a second time in one night. It led her to further reconsider the sexual potential of the female body.

“Don’t stop!” Nina cried out. “Please…keep…fucking me!”

“You got it, babe!” said a man behind her, whose face she didn’t even see.

It quickly devolved – or evolved, if she were being more honest – into a full-blown gangbang. She was the maestro of unfretted decadence and the men were her orchestra. One-by-one, the men took turns fucking her. Those who didn’t get to enjoy her pussy got a thorough helping of oral sex. Even those who got their orgasms lingered around her, urging her on. One man even parted her hair behind her ears when it got messy. It was an odd show of manners for an orgy.

“You’ve got quite the sexy spirit,” the man told her. “I’m glad you’re here!”

“I’m sure you are,” said a woman nearby.

“Hey, we can never have too many cute girls who just love to indulge!”

Others nearby laughed and cheered some more. It almost seemed like a celebration, as though she’d achieved something by finding them and going all out with her decadent desires. They weren’t immoral beasts. They weren’t monstrous sinners. They were just people who enjoyed sex way more than most. Something about that was genuinely profound. Nina had come to her first orgy expecting a lot of strange experiences, but that might have been the strangest.

Whether by encouragement or pent up lust, she kept the gangbang going. She sucked off several men while getting fucked from behind by several more, achieving multiple orgasms in the process. Some men lasted longer. Some humped harder. Most came inside her while a few just came on her, simply following their desires as much as she followed hers. It was, by far, the most mutually satisfying sex act she’d ever had. The fact it happened during an orgy said a lot.

Nina even learned a few kinks along the way. During one especially rough romp, a guy gave her butt a hard swat. It caught her by surprise, but she didn’t mind. She also found out she enjoyed having her hair pulled and her breasts rubbed during sex, so much so that she laughed playfully after it led her to another orgasm.

“Keep that up and I might just make that a fetish,” Nina teased.

“Well, this is the perfect place for that,” said one of the women watching.

More and more, she embraced the decadent spirit that had awakened within. She kept sucking and fucking every man nearby, taking it from both ends and recklessly pursuing the pleasure that came with such lewd acts. Along the way, her body shifted and contorted to her lustful whims. She ended up on her back again a few times. At one point, she lay flat on her stomach for a particularly bulky guy. One man even showed off his upper-body strength by lifting her up off the floor and bouncing her up and down his cock. That got her and the man an extra-loud applause.

“Show off!” said one of the men.

“I…don’t…mind!” Nina said.

“That’s all that matters,” said the man fucking her.

She went through every position she could. She lost track of how many orgasms she had. She just kept pushing herself, searching for the true limit of her desires. It might have been the most strenuous thing she’d done to her body and she’d run track in high school.

Eventually, fatigue caught up with her. Like running a marathon, she hit the proverbial wall. That still didn’t stop her from making one last sprint towards ecstasy. She managed to find one more man with a raging boner and pinned him on the floor. She then got on top of him, sweat and sexual fluids dripping down her naked body, and began riding him like a woman possessed.

“One more!” she cried out. “Just…one…more!”

“Go for it, girl!” said a female onlooker. “You’re on a roll!”

“It’s not a record, but it’s still impressive!” said one of the men.

Encouraged and energized, Nina rode the nameless man’s cock to ecstasy. She didn’t care if she was going to be sore and exhausted tomorrow. She wanted to feel that peak one last time. She wanted to verify once more that the sinful feelings felt as right as she thought.

She pushed herself, gyrating her hips and squeezing her breasts extra hard as she made the final push. When the orgasm hit, she finally ceased her movements, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as she let out one last cry to the heavens. It was like a proclamation to the deity she’d been worshiping all her life. She still had mixed feelings about that deity, but refused to believe that something so pleasurable wasn’t also divine on some levels.

“Oohhh God!” Nina cried out. “This…this is it. This…is what I’ve been seeking.”

It was a final affirmation on top of an orgasmic proclamation. She’d lived in a world of lies and hypocrisy. She’d denied feeling desires that had been brimming within. Finally, in a den of decadence and sin, she embraced the real, honest truth.

Her mind remained dazed with ecstasy while her body ached with pleasure. She was so winded that she could barely remain upright. The man she’d been riding ended up catching her as she collapsed on top of him. She couldn’t even tell if he’d climaxed, but he didn’t seem to hold that against her.

“Looks like you finally got enough,” he said.

“In more ways than one,” commented a woman.

Like teammates aiding an injured player, a couple women helped Nina decouple from the man and rise back to her feet. They then escorted her to one of the sofas. Along the way, she got one last round of cheers.

“Way to go, girl! You really raised the bar for newbies!”

“That is one hell of a woman. She’s going to fit right in!”

“Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow!”

“I don’t think she cares.”

If Nina weren’t so tired, sweaty, and dripping with sexual fluids, she would’ve laughed. That didn’t stop her from grinning widely, her expression beaming with a rare satisfaction. It wasn’t just because of all the sex and orgasms, either. She finally dared to satisfy a feeling that she’d long-since suppressed. What had once seemed so wrong now felt so right. It led to an inescapable truth.

She was not the reserved, restrained woman who once prided herself on following the rules and condemning sin. She was a woman who enjoyed sex, celebrated her desires, and embraced those who shared in that sentiment. Nina’s old world had fallen apart. Now, in the midst of her first orgy, she looked forward to building a new one in which she could be her true self.