When the girls returned from their swim and as early evening turned to twilight, we all went for a meal. The day had been long and taxing and I was absolutely starving. Thankfully, the hotel restaurant was top class. I saw those two guys from Sue’s scene again and they nudged each other, held up their glasses in salute. They were leaning on the bar and collared me later as I went to the toilet.

‘How the fuck did you weasel your way in with them? Are they all as hot as the blonde? Cos if they are you’ll be needing some help, mate! Are you up for it Bob?’

‘Yeah, count me in!’

‘I’ll manage, don’t worry about me.’ They leered, laughed like schoolboys. Geoff – I think it was Geoff - continued.

‘Yeah, that fucking blonde! Lick here! Fucking hell. That fucking redhead looks like she goes a bit too…. Like to shove it between those big fucking lips of hers.’

‘I’d love to get that black bitch on her own for a while.’ Bob nudged my arm and winked drunkenly. ‘Hey… I hope the fucking ugly one isn’t yours… mind you, I would even fuck her tonight. Great tits though – have you seen them, Geoff? Fucking gorgeous knockers! What a pair of beauties!’

‘She’s actually the hottest of the lot… she’d take on the two of you, make mincemeat out of you.’ As I spoke, Vicky looked across, smiled and waved. I waved back, lowered my head, spoke in a gruff whisper. ‘She’s the one I’d choose out of that lot, even before the blonde – honest! Though the blonde is definitely begging for it.’ It made me feel good to talk Vicky up like that, even in front of such a poor quality audience. They looked at me, incredulously.

‘Fuck off! Really?’ I nodded. ‘Fuck me! Can’t judge a book by its cover… Mind you, Geoff here always goes for the ugly ones, says they’re really grateful and so give you more, really go for it. Ain’t that right, Geoff.’ Geoff didn’t respond. His eyes had glazed over as he stared lustfully at Sue. A porn movie was playing in his head and he and Sue were the stars. He managed a few words in the intermission.

‘Give me that blonde any day of the week. I would drink her piss.’

I tried to get away after that, but they insisted on telling me about the annual sales conference they were at. It was all guys, bar two –

‘…and they’re fucking lesbians! And I doubt they’ll let us watch, so we’ll just have to get fucking pissed then!’ They already were by the sound of it. We laughed together, shook hands and I wished them well before returning to my table.

‘Friends of yours?’ Martha had her hair let down. She looked gorgeous. Sue was suddenly very animated as she remembered them.

‘It’s those two from the bar. I showed them my twat. They nearly came in their fucking pants. You should have seen their fucking faces!’

‘Sue, I nearly came in my pants.’ They all laughed, but Cath frowned a slight admonition. I told the girls what they’d just said to me, obviously leaving out their derogatory remarks about Vicky, while telling them all the good stuff. Vicky swelled even more and I was really starting to warm to her. She seemed almost one of the girls now, rather than the invisible mute on the periphery. The others shook their heads, said ‘wankers’, ‘tossers’, then mumbled between themselves some more. Sue sneered.

‘Fucking blokes. They’re all alike. Sorry, Alex, but they fucking are!’ They all looked to me for a witty retort, but I was silent. I just couldn’t argue.

I kept finding myself looking at Cath. She could sense my gaze, yet continued her conversation, merely glancing at me occasionally. When our eyes did meet, there was an instant connection, an acceptance that something had happened between us that would last beyond this very unusual day. The powerful attraction I felt for her must have been obvious to all, but despite being very drawn to Cath in both a sexual and romantic way, I could imagine spending a lot of time naked with Sue… well, with Sue and Martha… or Martha on her own… Sue, Cath and Martha… Cath and Martha – even Vicky. Yes, I’d have fucked all of them. On their own, in pairs, or all together if they’d let me. Vicky was still – even after her metamorphosis - a bad fourth in that company, though I included her because most women would have been eclipsed by those three: Martha was strong, aloof, almost regal; Sue had attitude and an innate sexiness that drew gasps from both men and women; Cath was… just Cath. Warm, lovely, sexy, funny, daring, vulnerable… But, deep down, I had still judged them all by a single criterion: whether I could fuck them or not. I leaned back, took a sip of my drink and looked around the table. Cath was sniggering into her hand at Sue’s lewd comment. Vicky, looking relaxed and assured, was talking quietly to Martha. She was never going to be pretty, but she was cultivating allure simply by having the courage to be herself. As I glanced back to the two drunks at the bar, I realised Bob’s base sentiments echoed my own: I’d even fuck her tonight. There you are. ‘Even’ Those exact words crossed my mind too. To my eternal shame I admit to it here. Vicky and I had explored life-changing themes, opened up and shared secrets, got naked together, laughed together, been very intimate, been almost loving. I’d left that bedroom with a hell of a lot of respect for her, but despite sharing moments that were very special to both of us, it still came down to that: whether I could fuck her or not. Sue was right. Fucking blokes. They are all alike… Vicky did have great tits though… Sorry. Listen. I’m a man, but at least I try, I really try to be more… human. Come on men - be honest, you think like that too. Nod your heads in agreement then hang them in shame. Ladies - just feel sorry for me.

Plates were cleared, bottles of wine were emptied and replaced till at last, replete and merry, we retired to the suite. Martha took Vicky’s arm – thankfully she’d rationed Vicky’s drinks and she was only a little tipsy – and Sue and Cath made a walking sandwich out of me. We sidled to the lifts, then elevated through the floors, spirits soaring.

‘One more thing to do, if you’re all up for it?’

‘What sort of…?’ I really had thought it was time for goodnight and Martha could hear it in my happy yet weary voice.

‘What Alex? Surely you didn’t think that was all we had to offer? Don’t worry. It’s nothing too taxing. Just a little game?’ It was hard to refuse anything that Martha proposed. You just wanted to please her, make her smile some more. We were all tired, full of food and wine and I could easily have had forty winks, but I found myself nodding in agreement. The suite door opened once again and, though I had only known them a few hours, we entered like old friends. ‘Your clothes are on your beds, girls. Alex, darling, I hung yours up in the bathroom. Hope you don’t mind?’

‘Clothes?’

‘You’ll see. See you in… five minutes?’

‘OK’

Gingham dress, short sleeves, white collar, zip down the front. White socks, gym shoes. Long, dark wig. Oh, and reinforced navy-blue gym knickers, strengthened to flatten an erect cock. Oh, my God. I stripped, totally stripped, and looked at myself in the mirror. Not a bad body, slender, well-defined muscles, not too much body hair. The knickers did their job superbly and they had to. My erection was full, had leaked copious amounts of pre cum through the day and the sadly discarded French knickers glistened with it - well, I had been hard for hours and with barely a break. It hurt at first to subdue it, but the pain soon dulled. I had no problem with this scenario as I regularly indulged in cross-dressing when I was younger. I thought I’d ‘grown out of it’ for want of a better phrase, but the dormant thrill of donning bras, panties and frocks was re-awoken and I was so looking forward to it. Dressing up on your own and masturbating is one thing, but to be with four similarly clad women, to be accepted into their fantasies… well this was unbelievable, and who knew what the night had in store? Today had been very arousing, but, for me, this was the peak so far.

The dress, though simple, was a fine piece of work and fitted well enough. Cath had quizzed me about my build in one email and I reckoned that was where Martha had gleaned my approximate dimensions. White socks rolled easily up to my knees and the pumps fitted at a pinch. The wig! Almost forgot. I’d had dealings with these before and it was soon fixed firmly in place, hiding my short, greying hair. I brushed the dark hair from my face, ran my fingers through it. Mmm, just like the old days. Done. I breathed deeply a couple of times and stepped into the corridor. Sue emerged from her bedroom at about the same time and looked at me, shook her head. She now wore make-up with her school wear. The wine she’d consumed with dinner had taken full effect and there was no stopping her now.

‘Yer look fucking crap. Come on, I’ll sort you out!’ Cath came out just in time to see Sue drag me back into the bathroom. She followed us in and spoke rather tartly.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Ooooh! What’s eating you? I’m going to shave Alex… Just his face! Calm down, Cathleen! He looks good,’ her hand rubbed my chest, ‘but the stubble spoils it. Bring me a chair in, love – oh, and my make-up bag.’

Sue sat astride me in the bathroom. Somewhere beneath our overlapping frocks, my constricted, throbbing bulge gently massaged her pierced vulva. I could see it in my mind’s eye. The bar scene replayed in my head and I imagined the ring and labia, now hot and wet in the slippery, pungent darkness of her panties. She sprayed foam into her hands and suggestively smeared my chin and cheeks with her long fingers. I shuddered at her touch. Then she kissed me full on the lips. Her reverberating moan was a little louder than necessary.

‘Oh, yes, Alex… mmm…’ Cath came in, saw our bodies pressed together and the foam on Sue’s mouth. She stormed out and slammed the door.

‘That’s cruel, Sue. You just want to wind up Cath, you don’t fancy me.’ She looked hurt for a moment then recovered, pouted, fluttered her eyelids.

‘Oh, but I do, sweet Alex, I do.’

She was very good with the razor, didn’t even nick me, and soon my face shone like a baby’s bum. After dropping the razor into the sink, she coiled her arms around my neck. Kissing me and penetrating me with her tongue, she ground her bulge into mine. Her whispered revelation almost took me over the edge.

‘I’m dying for a shag, Alex. How about it? You and me? When this is all over? Imagine me naked, stripping you, riding you… sucking you off… I’ll do anything for you…’ A gingham covered breast found my mouth and I sucked the tiny undulation that began to rise. There was something else too… Then I thought of Cath, dear, sweet, sexy Cath, waiting, hurting, outside and somehow I reined myself in. This was madness.

‘Make-up?’ My words snapped her from her reverie. She laughed.

‘Yes, madam. What do you prefer?’ And she proceeded to apply all manner of wondrous things from some very interesting containers. Every time my cock pulsed – and it did so a lot - she pushed down onto it, smiled slyly to herself. ‘Last, but not least… lipstick. Subtle, so you don’t look like a pantomime dame. There, all done!’

I looked around her and into the mirror. Amazing. I even fancied myself and I was reminded of someone. It had happened years ago. A transvestite chatted me up at a party. I knew it was a bloke, but when he ran his tongue across his lips, fluttered his lashes, he fooled my brain and my cock started to fill. At least, I think he fooled me. Mmm. I still have his number somewhere…

‘Come on. Let’s join the party!’ I pecked her cheek, she rose reticently, left the bathroom and defiantly met Cath’s gaze in the corridor. Sue slipped into the bedroom, I mouthed ‘sorry’ to Cath who, after a nod, a peck on the cheek and a half smile, recomposed herself and went through to join Martha in the living area.

Most of me truly wished this was over. I needed to be alone with Cath. She had surpassed all my expectations and I had such things to say to her, but the juggernaut was rolling and I was aboard for the whole journey. A glowing Vicky brushed past me and winked, her own long wig knocking years off her once again. I returned momentarily to the bathroom. As a final touch, two balled-up socks stood in for adolescent breasts. Done. Martha’s final task would have to be fantastic or it would be an anticlimax to what had just happened in the bathroom, never mind the earlier parts the day.

‘Strips of paper, pens, empty chocolate boxes…. One, two and three. Oh, and the spinner out of Twister. Write a fantasy on the paper. Something nice, sweet and simple. Just for starters.’ The chairs had been pushed back and there was a good area to work in. Two large, luxurious rugs had been put together to cover the floor. I found out later it was to disguise footsteps, dull their senses.

‘Is that it? I’m hot as hell and ready to go… this is tamer than first thing today…’ Sue had joined us. Her words were slightly distorted and I noticed her tongue was once again pierced by the large pearl stud.

‘Susan! Come on, darling. Trust me. We’ve just eaten… remember the meal. Nice simple starter to whet the palate… then main course and dessert. Don’t rush it, honey. Take your time. OK?’

‘OK, Martha… so we just write one thing… or more?’

‘Write three things: a starter; a main course; and…’ She paused and we all chanted in unison:

‘A dessert!’

‘Fold them up. Drop the starter in box one, main in two, dessert in three. OK? Alex opens papers in box 1, then 2 then 3, so we progress... get it? Oh, he spins the spinner to choose the winner! By now, we all know what we all like. Write two for yourself and one for someone else. Alex will try to make them reality in whatever way he chooses. You OK with that, Alex?’ What could I do but nod. The wine had oiled the wheels. God knows what would happen now. Martha held up a thick strip of velvet, darker than her voice. ‘And, ladies, we’ll each be wearing one of these. We won’t know who is next… or who is doing what to whom… that should get the juices flowing.’ And she laughed a very knowing laugh.

They filled in the slips quickly, each having being well primed for the task. They’d been inside each other’s sexual heads for a long time. The women stood around me. Four at last. Points of the compass. All dressed the same, just like me. Four women and one man in little girl’s clothes. If we were raided now, what would the tabloids make of this? Cath was moving from foot to foot, shaking her hands and fingers out, nervous, as if readying for a race. Sue leaned back onto one foot, hips thrust forward provocatively, exuding calmness. Vicky stood taller than earlier, and, though it was obviously an effort, today had done something positive to her. Martha was just Martha. In control. They tied the blindfolds on. I checked them all. They were now in total darkness. I moved them around so they wouldn’t know who was north, south, east or west.

‘Shall I start?’

‘When you’re ready, Alex. And don’t forget, silence ladies!’ Martha added her final rule.’ I moved them again for anonymity’s sake and we began.

As I unfolded the first paper from box one, I felt a tremor of excitement disturb the air that surrounded us.

‘Pull my knickers down to my knees. Lift my dress.’ A soft murmur went round the room. Christ. And this was a starter.

I spun the arrow on the spinner. It slowed, stopped and pointed to Vicky. Her breath came in short gasps as I stood before her. My hands slid up her frock, stroking the outside of her thighs. The tight elastic of her knickers fought my downward tugs, but soon they were around her knees. The touch of my hand on her hem made her shiver and as I lifted her dress she whimpered and began to crumple. I held her hand and slowly, by degrees, she opened up, stood tall again. Her cunt was now shaved bare – she must have been doing it in the shower when I took her cuppa - and the gap at the top of her legs was even more inviting. The frustration was now a physical pain and I could have fucked her bald cunt there and then, got it over and done with. Another slip opened in my shaking fingers.

‘Person opposite. Touch ur fingers to my pussy.’ I fancied only Sue could have written the word ‘pussy’ and the abbreviation. The pointer agreed. I led Vicky across the circle, guided her hand. She was shaking. At her touch, Sue moaned, parted her legs. Vicky knew just where and how hard to stimulate and I think Sue would have cum pretty quickly if I hadn’t pulled Vicky’s hand away. Sue’s knickers were darker where Vicky’s fingers had been and she was panting, out of breath. The labia ring stood out through the wet material and I was harder than I’d ever been in my life. Vicky breathed deeply, obviously very turned on too. And these were the mild ones… I moved the girls around again, to confuse them.

I shook the box. This act alone caused Cath to shudder.

‘Kiss me on the lips.’ The spin landed on Martha. I ignored it, stepped towards Sue and kissed her, felt the pearl stud stimulate my tongue. Once again I felt her hunger transmitted through her lips. Sue was loving it. I felt bad about it, but just wanted to know how it felt. No partner of mine had ever had anything but their ears pierced and I was fascinated. Now I needed to feel it running around my glans. My cheating hadn’t helped at all, had fuelled rather than sated my hunger and I promised not to betray their trust again.

‘Bare my breasts. Don’t touch, simply breathe on them.’ I fancied that was Cath’s writing. I prayed and the spinner answered. Vicky. All the women were prettier, sexier, but Vicky’s tits were her salvation. Again I stood before her. Her lips moved silently.

‘Oh God. Oh God. Oh God…’ After slowly unzipping her dress I lifted her tight, white schoolgirl vest and there they were. Suspended. Round. Succulent. My breath crossed her right nipple and it rose, taut and pink. The other one soon stood erect too. I gazed in wonder.

‘Beautiful.’ I whispered gently to her and kissed her cheek. She smiled, relaxed, visibly grew, stuck them out further. I left them bared.

‘One more Alex, then we’ll take a break.’ Martha was again calling the shots.

‘No, there are nine more to do. I’ll do them all. The tension is building and the results are impressive. If you could see you would agree.’

‘Alex, darling, I knew you’d say that, anyway…’ and we all laughed. I moved them around, once again to protect anonymity. Vicky’s panties fell as she shuffled across but she never flinched, just kicked them away. She was thriving. Number four unfolded easily.

‘Girl on my right. Kiss my knickers.’ Vicky’s lovely swirly writing. I spun once more and once more cheated. Cath should have felt Martha’s lips on her, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d sworn not to cheat again, but this was so hard. I walked round the circle to confuse them and then sank to my knees in front of Sue, lifted her dress and planted my lips there, tasted her through her panties. My long wig caressed her legs and should have confused her. The ring moved slightly under the touch of my tongue and the smell was pure sex. I ached to pull the knickers down and lick her naked flesh, feel the metal between my lips as I lapped at her clit.

I reached into my own knickers and pulled back my foreskin as hard as I could, wanked myself. Then I realised she would know it was me. Maybe they all realised I was cheating, but I’d lost it. Fuck. I was like a wild animal and could have cum right there. Suddenly I came to my senses and stood, walked around again, making noise for two. Perhaps I fooled them… Again I promised: no more cheating!

‘End of round one. Everyone ok? I think Martha was right. Just a short intermission? Sit a while?’ And I helped each one into a seat. I realised Martha and Cath hadn’t even been touched, but reckoned Martha wouldn’t be too bothered – we weren’t here for her benefit. But then I saw a bigger picture. Were we here for her too? I suddenly remembered something she’d said earlier, something about a spark, a warmth…in her belly. She was opening too, just like Vicky. Cath was another matter and I had to be careful. I somehow couldn’t touch her in the way I touched Sue. Quite shamefully, I was using Sue for kicks. I could have fucked her, much like a prostitute and thought little of it – not that I’d ever fucked a prostitute – but Cath meant more to me than that. When this was over, I hoped that Cath and I might… My mind raced, my cock ached. We were all doing things we would never normally do. Saying things, doing things, hoping for things beyond the acceptable. Sex hormones raged through all our bodies and almost anything was possible. Box number two beckoned. I lifted a sip of water to each pair of lips – a very sensuous act in itself - took a swig myself, arranged them around me and started again.

‘No spinner this time. It was very unfair in that first round as I’m sure some of you… would agree? I’ll go round in turn. We pick a paper out and the treat or forfeit – whatever it is - is yours. Agreed?’ And they all nodded excitedly. ‘All agreed. You,’ I touched Cath on the shoulder, ‘are first.’ I guided her hand into the box and held my breath as I unfolded it.

‘Alex. Mastabate in frunt of me. Tell us wot u r doin.’ That was Sue’s. I couldn’t run from this one. Cath’s breathing became noisier. I took up position, breathed a whispered ‘phew’ and began.

‘Lifting my dress… touching myself through my knickers, looking at you. Just thinking of all the things I’d like to do to you… excites me… my hand is inside my… panties. Mmm… it’s… oh…’ I swallowed, ‘very hard. Knickers down. Pointing it at you. Pulling the foreskin back, now forwards, back… oooh, yes… holding it… oh… oooh… faster.’ They could all hear the rhythmic rustle of my clothes and I felt my orgasm begin to build. Incredibly, I stopped myself before I spattered Cath’s gingham dress.

‘Alex… did you?’ Sue’s voice was thick with lust. Martha’s was heavy with disdain.

‘Susan, shut the fuck up. Of course he didn’t. He lasted much longer than that in my mouth so he’s a real pro. Sorry girls! I spoke… Fuck. Move us round, Alex.’ We all laughed, except Sue who simply reddened and tightened her jaw.

I took out the next one, quickly read it to myself as I got my breath back and made an excuse to visit the bathroom. While there I filled the sink with hot water, submerged Vicky’s fragrance-free liquid soap in it and came back. Silently, I opened another slip, keeping the first one in reserve.

‘All girls bend over, heads in the middle. Alex enters us all, then makes whoever he chooses clean his dick with their mouth.’ ‘Dick’ was an Martha or Sue word, but the spelling was definitely Martha’s. Maybe she’d tasted me once and liked it - but more likely, Cath was right: she was just plain dirty. There were gasps, a giggle and a couple of whispered ‘fucks’ but they all complied. I walked round outside the circle, eyeing up their behinds, deciding where to start. Cath. My dear, sweet Cath.

I was totally aroused and completely out of my depth. All I could think of was that I couldn’t bear to sully her with another’s juices. It was now as base as that. Her panties slid down her thighs and she whimpered lightly. Her slit was wet and slippery, lips swollen in readiness. This wasn’t how I wanted to enter her for the first time, but here we were. To make this first contact less sexual, more loving, I kissed her there first and she moaned. I slid my tongue into her, buried my nose between her arse cheeks and tasted her. After standing, I guided myself into her, felt the heat of her body radiate onto me. My tip parted her lips and I was there, inside her gorgeous cunt. Twenty-four hours earlier, we’d exchanged our last emails, politely wished each other luck. Now here I was, fucking her in front of the others. She gasped as I withdrew, heaved and shuddered, her muscles squeezing, trying to hold onto me.

Sue’s knickers were wet through and, as I pulled them down, thick, white juice oozed down her leg. Christ she was turned on. My glistening cock penetrated her easily and she pushed back onto me and emitted a tiny squeal. I stayed there for a few seconds, thinking how this could be the last time I ever entered so young and firm a cunt. She ground her taut arse into my crotch, rotating her hips. Despite my undeniable feelings for Cath, I could have stayed there all night. Vicky was next and all I could do was touch her glistening entrance with my fingertip. Even though she consented just by being there, I knew by our earlier experience that it would be an invasion to go further. She never moved nor made a sound, except for her short, shallow breathing, but I could see her wetness, her arousal. I moved around the circle to Martha. I lifted her short dress, slowly peeled the navy blue knickers from her arse and once more touched my cock to her nether lips. A swift push and she opened, enveloped me. Her cunt was tight and gripped me even tighter than her mouth had. Suddenly she pulled away and in a flash reached through her legs and positioned me against her lubricated arsehole. She grunted, pushed backwards and I defiled her most intimate place. A low, deep groan came from her throat as she forced herself further back onto me. My erection slapped between my thighs as she spun round, then she sank to her knees and set about me with her lips, teeth and tongue. She’d decided who would suck me, wouldn’t risk me besmirching her friends’ mouths with a soiled cock, but I would have picked her anyway. I looked around the circle as Martha fellated me. The others listened intently, trying to figure out who was receiving the spoils from their loins. Very quickly and skilfully, she licked me clean then took me to the very edge before noisily spitting me out. She grabbed me by the balls, gave me one last lick, then smiled and let me go.

I was exhausted now and rested a moment, even though there was still much to do. I was so hard that the knickers were too tight to pull back up, so I took them off, tossed them onto a chair. The gingham dress tented obscenely, incongruously in front of me. I lifted the redolent material and grasped my erection in my hand, amazed by its rigidity. It had never been so big and hard. A single touch from any of the girls at that point and I’d have squirted cum all over them. And that reminded me. Once again I visited the bathroom, quickly returning with something else in my hand.