Whenever people asked Renee about the orgy, she never quite knew how to describe it. She wasn’t quite sure what they wanted to hear. Did they want the big picture, a tableau of thirty-four women in various states of ecstasy? Or did they want a blow-by-blow (giggity) of every mouth, pussy, dick, and asshole she put something into, told in sequence and lurid detail?

I mean, where does one even start? She made out with Tanya, of course. They… put their mouths together and moved their tongues around a bunch. How does one make that sound sexy? It’s, like, two floppy, wet slabs of meat wrapping around each other while a bunch of squelching noises happen. I- I mean, Renee had only “made out” with one other person in her life, briefly at a drunk theatre party (but I repeat myself) in college. The other woman clearly enjoyed the process, but Renee didn’t, so the other woman moved to another seat and, I shit you not, made out with a dude for like fifteen minutes straight. It was WILD and frankly kind of uncomfortable for everyone else trying to eat the macarons the host made.

Now imagine seventeen of those make out sessions happening at the same time. Less awkward, I guess, if everyone is doing it? But not “hot,” which is what Renee knew most of the people asking about it wanted. It’s the kind of thing that’s sexy, like, conceptually. But when you get down to the details, it’s messy and sweaty and dirty since it was happening on top of a mountain. Like, you’d take a photo of the whole orgy happening at once, and probably take some well-framed shots of women in interesting positions, but imagining the space between those moments frozen in time is way hotter than anything any author could describe.

The streamer, Chyme, seemed to enjoy it, but she barely even participated. She had the redhead twins take turns sucking her dick, since that would technically boost the official participant count to thirty-five. And she was saying stuff to the camera like, “oh, yeah, that’s hot, right there, keep going,” and other situation-appropriate exclamations that I- that is, Renee had definitely heard people say during intercourse over the years.

Tanya’s pussy, for its part, was fine. It smelled and tasted… musty? Or sweet? Erotica writers like to compare pussy juice to nectar, which she was pretty sure was sweet. Or is that juice? Wikipedia says that nectar is sugar-rich, so yeah, sweet. Let’s go with that.

Anyway, it wouldn’t be an orgy if it were just a series of unrelated pair-ups (or trios as the case may be), so naturally, there was some partner-swapping going on. But whenever she told this story, she had only introduced Tanya, the redheads, and Chyme by this point, and she didn’t want to overload the narrative with too many characters at this point (especially if setup in the last chapter ended up being important), so she always skimmed over the rest of the scene. She always felt a little bad about that, since people were taking an interest in what she had to say, but fuck it, it was a weeknight.