I’m sure at a more legitimate orgy party, the free flow of booze would have been frowned upon. Consent is absolutely key in any sort of sexual behav...ior and an orgy party is no different. But no one was so incapacitated to my knowledge that they no longer knew what they were doing.Once inside the party house, I had to laugh. It looked like a teenager’s interpretation of a cheesy strip club: the lights were dimmed and covered with red Saran wrap, so a red glow covered the room. We took our. After a few thrusts he pulled out and began jerking off, aiming his cock directly at Megan’s face. She wanted this, she wanted to be someone’s cum slut, “yes, that’s it. Jerk that cock and cum all over my slutty face. Cover me with cum, make me your cum slut!” And that is just what the man did, shooting ropes of hot, thick cum directly in Megan’s face. She tried to catch as much in her mouth as she could, but it was coming to fast. When the man finally finished he wiped his dick along Megan’s. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.To my delight, I could feel my brother’s hips start to jerk slightly, just like my boyfriend’s do when he’s about to get off. He grabbed the popcorn from me, and I held my breath for the next minute as his hips rose out of the chair, sporadically thrusting.Had I done it? Had I finally managed to make him cum? Was ... was my brother finally fixed?And why did the thought make me so inexplicably sad?When I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I leaned over, trying to. Perhaps it didn't come out sounding the wayDenise had thought it would. "It's okay. I think I'm going to go homeanyway. I haven't eaten anything and feel a bit queasy - those Malibu'swent down a bit quickly - (Hic!)"Stephanie's face softened slightly, but still there was something therethat Denise could see, that was suspicious.For the second time in as many days, Denise sat on the floor againsther door after a traumatic walk home, sobbing.This time when she looked in the mirror, she looked.