I am a 28-year-old divorcee.
Last Saturday, my best friend Emily (26 years old) and I went to a beer garden.
We drank 4 or 5 glasses of delicious draft beer, and in our drunken state, we decided to go to an adult movie theater in the city.
Feeling embarrassed, we quickly walked inside and found seats where we could sit together.
The theater was quite empty, and we sat in a corner with many vacant seats, nervously watching the screen.
From the moment we sat down, scenes of intimacy between a man and a woman were being shown, but within 30 minutes, the explicit scenes intensified, and my face turned red with heat.
(Wow...) I thought, unable to take my eyes off the screen.
Instinctively, I spread my legs and pressed my hand against my lower abdomen over my skirt.
When I glanced at Emily, her eyes were moist, and she was touching herself over her shorts.
Feeling relieved that she was doing the same thing, I became engrossed in the screen, but soon I couldn't hold back any longer and told Emily, "I'm going to the restroom," and stood up.
As soon as I entered a stall in the restroom, I pulled down my pantyhose and panties and started masturbating.
Thinking about the actor's penis, I inserted my fingers and stimulated my clitoris, unable to hold back my voice.
But since there didn't seem to be any other female customers, I didn't care and continued masturbating until I reached ecstasy (about 30 minutes?), feeling satisfied and calming down before returning.
However, when I opened the door and went inside, something seemed different.
The seat I had been sitting in was occupied, and I couldn't see Emily's head.
Someone was sitting next to her as well.
Feeling anxious, I cautiously approached and saw that Emily was in a shocking state.
Her shorts had been removed, her white legs were spread apart, and her white lower abdomen and black pubic hair were visible.
A man was crouching in the center.
I immediately understood what was happening, but Emily wasn't resisting and was gasping with her mouth open.
Hands were reaching from both sides, touching her lower abdomen.
Feeling panicked, I thought (I shouldn't be watching this) and moved away, leaning against the wall near the door.
My heart was pounding, and I could barely stand.
Emily's voice should have been drowned out by the sounds of the actress being ravished, but I could clearly hear her saying, "Ah, yes, yes."
With my eyes closed, listening only to the sounds of the movie, I felt the presence of people.
When I glanced to the side, 2-3 people were standing close to me, pressing their bodies against mine.
(Oh no!) I thought, but my body was paralyzed and couldn't move at all.
Only the sounds of the explicit scenes from the movie reached my ears.
Unable to do anything, hands slipped under my skirt, and my pantyhose and panties were pulled off from my feet.
Standing with my legs spread, hands from both sides touched my lower abdomen, hair, and buttocks, and fingers crawled along my slit.
"She's so wet. It's soaking," a man's voice said.
"Let's do it over there," one of them said, and they moved me to the handrail at the back of the seats. One of them lifted one of my legs, and another crouched and started sucking on my slit.
"Ah, no..." I couldn't help but let out a voice.
(I'm going to feel it...)
My lower body trembled uncontrollably.
Gripping the handrail tightly with both hands, I barely managed to support myself to avoid collapsing.
The men took turns repeating the same actions.
My mind went blank, and only the pleasure intensified.
I had completely forgotten about Emily.
When fingers were inserted again, moving slowly and then quickly, repeating the piston motion, I lost all sense of reason.
The switch had been flipped by the men's caresses after such a long time.
Once I reached ecstasy... I continued to climax repeatedly.
My blouse buttons were undone, my bra hook was unfastened, and my breasts and nipples were sucked, but I let them do as they pleased.
I didn't even know how many men there were.
I was made to climax so much that my breath became ragged, my lips were taken, and my tongue was sucked.
"Hey, should we do it?"
"Isn't it about time?"
I heard a man's voice.
(I'm going to be violated! I don't want to be taken here!)
I thought about escaping.
But I was feeling too much, and my lower body was trembling, unable to muster any strength.
"Let me go to the restroom," I asked, and went out into the hallway with a man, sitting on a sofa in the smoking area to rest. A man came out from inside.
In front of me, he said, "How was it? Let's switch," or "It was good, I came inside. You're the only one left," which suddenly scared me.
Finally feeling calm, I said, "I need to call home, can I have my bag?" and had them bring my bag from the seat, then went near the entrance and asked the staff, "I'm not feeling well, can you call a taxi?" and escaped.
The men didn't chase after me... but I left Emily behind.
I was a coward who couldn't be called a best friend.
Feeling guilty and sorry, I couldn't call Emily, but yesterday, she called me.
"Sarah, why did you go home alone the other day?" she asked, so I lied, "I suddenly felt sick in the restroom, so I asked the theater staff to let me rest in a separate room," and asked, "Emily, did you stay the whole time?"
She replied, "Since you didn't come back, I watched one movie and went home."
Her voice and attitude were surprisingly cheerful.
Feeling relieved, I remembered the incident at the theater... and ended up masturbating naked from noon.
Tonight, I plan to go to the same theater alone.
