‘Strip me, fuck my ass cheeks, cum on my back. Tell every1 what ur doin.’ Guess who wrote that. Sue was trying to be clever but failed. Naturally. Two of these papers were hers. She must have done a switch. Having said there was no competition, she was now displaying her true colours. From her perspective it was all about her and Cath. If she couldn’t be sure of getting my cum inside her then Cath wasn’t having it - nobody was having it. I considered that maybe she just loved having her ass cheeks fucked, loved the feel of hot semen splashing up her spine, but no. I was right first time. What a sad fucking cow.

OK, I was ready and, ironically for her, it was Sue who’d pulled out her own slip. If she’d written ‘fuck me till you cum’ – and if I hadn’t cheated, of course – she’d be getting it all to herself and, in her tiny mind, Cath would be thwarted. I was going to make the most of this. With a whispered commentary, I stood behind her, reached round and unzipped her frock, let it fall to the ground. I peeled her vest over her head and reached round, cupped her rather disappointing, saggy breasts that were suddenly redeemed by pierced nipples. I tugged the rings and she shuddered, pushed against me. Where else was she pierced?

‘She is naked… except for her knickers. My panties are now around my knees. Cock rubbing at the material between her cheeks. I am so hard I could cum at any moment. Taking her knickers off now.’ I looked across the circle to where a drooling Martha had slipped her hand inside her own knickers. Sinking to my knees I took Sue’s knickers with me and she stepped out of them. She'd kicked off the pumps but still had the white socks pulled up to her knees. What a fucking gorgeous sight! She arched her back in readiness, bent her knees and parted her legs. Limboing up between them from behind, I pressed my mouth into her groin and tasted the ring, the clit, the lips, the foaming juice of her cunt. Dream come true. She grabbed my head, forced my mouth more firmly onto her mound. Bliss. I pulled away, stood as quietly as I could, legs shaking. Lifting the clear plastic bottle from the floor where I had carefully placed it moments before, I took up my position.

‘She’s naked and I’m behind her. She’s very wet. I’m using her juice as lubricant and fucking her between her cheeks.’ The alluring sounds of two bodies engaged in sex splashed around the walls. Again I couldn’t resist. Her perfect arse and deliciously soft, pink and inviting lips simply called out to be fucked and I answered their call. I readied my tip against her labia and pushed gently. She gasped as I parted her lips and moaned as my balls slapped into her. Then I fucked her from behind with long, silent powerful strokes that had us both teetering on the edge. This is what she wanted and she wasn’t complaining. Fuck knows what the rest thought we were doing. ‘I can’t last long…’ And, in truth, I couldn’t. It was now or never. I whipped it out and she squealed.

‘Oh… oh… yes!’

I pulled her hair with one hand, but my right hand was full and poised. Sue’s squeals echoed my cries and now Cath knew whose body I was using. I was sorry to put her through this, but I knew she would soon understand – as long as I didn’t tell her the whole story, of course. Not an ideal way to start a relationship, if indeed we were ever going to, but this was an extraordinary day in every sense. ‘Aaagghh! Oh yes, I’m cumming… nnng… nnng!’ I pulled away – God, it was hard to do – while squeezing the warmed-up liquid soap container and squirting the white, marbled goo up her back. It made a splattering sound when it hit her naked flesh and they all gasped. Again I squirted. Sue’s noises were on the verge of orgasm as I spattered her again. I noticed she was feverishly fingering herself, rubbing her clit between two fingers. I stopped her masturbation with a firm grip of my left hand - I didn’t want her to cum just yet – while rubbing the soap over her back and bum with the other. After waiting a reasonable time for my ‘recovery’, I wiped her down with a towel, kissed her back, whispered a thank you into her ear. The towel also removed all traces of her copious lubrication from my cock and balls. I was still hard as fuck and had to evade her grasp as she tried to hug me - a total stiffy would have had her doubting what had apparently just occurred.

‘Right. Next. Where’s the box…’

‘Alex? Isn’t that it? I thought it would be over once you’d cum. I’ve fucking had enough now anyway.’ Cath was bitter, dejected, totally pissed off. I went to her silently, took her palm, dispensed a blob of warm soap into it, closed her fingers around the bottle. She gasped quietly, reached down, held my stiff member, smiled silently.

‘Don’t be selfish, Cathleen. Your turn may come – if we can get him going again. And I’m sure we can, eh, Alex? Sure I can, anyway. I’m not finished with him by a long chalk. What do you say girls? Yes? Alex?’ Sue’s voice was smug, patronising. I reassured them all that I would be fine, wanting this to go on for a little longer.

‘Give me a moment…I’ll be OK. I’m recovering already. This is a once in a lifetime… I’m so aroused it won’t take me long to get it up again.’ Cath interrupted me, barely able to conceal her amusement as she stroked my erection.

‘Oh…OK, what the fuck! Let’s get on with it. Sorry, girls.’ The next one had them all gasping.

‘Alex takes whoever the spinner chooses to the bedroom and makes them cum with just his tongue.’

‘Oh, come on! There’s another fucking box after this.’ Martha was incredulous. ‘Fuck me, girls. What’s the poor guy going to do for a dessert? Sorry, Alex, darling… but fucking hell, ladies! Ok, ok, sorry I spoke again. But fuck… Alex, darling, move us all around!’ I did as Martha instructed then noisily spun the spinner. I didn’t even look at its decision. Taking Sue’s quivering hand, I led her to the bedroom, sat her on the bed and decisively pushed her back. She flopped onto the firm mattress, totally submissive. Her face was blissful as she waited for a good licking, but I could have done anything to her at that point, absolutely anything and she’d have let me. She was gasping, moaning, opening herself wide with her spread fingers. I took one, maybe two… well, several licks of her delicious pink folds, teased the ring, tongued her clit… then, as she writhed, begging for more, I quickly, silently fetched Vicky into the bedroom. She was confused, a little worried even, but when I took her blindfold off and she saw Sue spread-eagled on the bed simply dying for cunnilingus, she just smirked. I raised an index finger to her lips, mouthed ‘Enjoy’ and left her to it. As I exited the room, I took one last look round. Vicky sank to her knees, turned, gave me a wink and lightly placed a pink tongue on Sue’s clit.

‘Oh, yes, Alex. Oh fuck… you were teasing me… thought you were never going to start again… oh, yes… lick it… fucking hell… yes… God… this is heaven!’ I went back in to the two remaining women, made them decent and took off their blindfolds. Oops. I turned my back, retrieved and pulled on the knickers and with difficulty eased my throbbing cock into them. My erection had been inside all of them, yet it still didn’t feel right to have it exposed at that moment. I turned to face Martha and Cath while smoothing down the dress. They blinked, rubbed their eyes, looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened. The index finger at my lips told them to be quiet. I showed Martha the soap and the towel, mimed what I’d done.

‘Who wrote that last slip?’ her voice was a hoarse whisper.

‘What slip? Come on, Martha, keep up. I made the fucker up!’

She doubled up, silently guffawed into her hands. We tiptoed to the bedroom door and gazed in awe. Sue writhed like a hooked eel. She pulled and twisted her nipple rings as she was persuaded to the pinnacle of pleasure by Vicky’s dextrous tongue.

Sue came. Eventually. Extremely noisily. Very long and hard. And it kept on going… and going… The people in the next suite probably thought she was giving birth. Vicky had waited a long time for this and timed it, licked it, to perfection. I dashed in and changed places just in time to sink my lips into Sue’s vagina and then fall onto her heaving body as she started to come down. She kissed me, tasted herself on my lips then cried as she hugged me, wrapped her legs around me, and I must admit I felt a bit of a fraud. I grated my cock’s navy blue bulge into her cunt lips, but they were too sensitive for her to stand it. She closed her legs, rolled over onto her side, pulled her knees up to her breasts and I gently spooned her.

‘Oh, Alex. That was fantastic… Jesus, I’ve never cum like that ever… Oh my God. Never in my life. Fuck! Oh, yes… Thank you… what a fucking day… what a fucking day… thank you… thank…’ and she fell into a deep, satisfied sleep, exhausted. Without a second’s thought, Vicky stripped off and carefully replaced me on the bed. She held Sue close, kissed her shoulders and neck, rubbed her delicious tits into Sue’s back. Sue was out for the count, the long day, good food, wine and sex completely knocking her out. As I left the room I heard the bed’s creaks and I knew that Vicky was masturbating as she snuggled close to her. It obviously wouldn’t last beyond the morning, and Sue could never know what had happened, but Vicky had lived her dream and surpassed it. Her path would indeed be different from this day onwards and I believed she would walk it confidently, with her head held high. Vicky knew that Sue and her could never be an item and so she would have to move on, leave the fantasies behind. I hoped that she had exorcised her infatuation and would be free to contemplate the real possibilities that were waiting for her – not just sexual, but in every aspect of her life. As Martha had said, whether she would go for male or female - or both - didn’t really matter. She would find her way. I smiled, shook my head and went back to join Cath and Martha, one of whom had made me a welcome cup of steaming tea.

‘I’m getting dressed, going down to the bar… join in with that conference party that was getting so drunk earlier. I’m going to pull tonight, get myself laid by the biggest, hardest, meanest fucker - or two - I can find.’ Cath and I looked at each other and grinned. Martha put her hands on her hips, looked up to the ceiling as if she was trying to remember something. ‘Did I ever tell you about… no, don’t think I did… I once got two straight guys to sixty-nine each other for me, so I could watch and wank. They swallowed too…’ Again, Cath and I exchanged knowing glances. ‘Honest to God! Mmm, think I’ll try that again.’ I pictured Geoff and his mate, Bob, under Martha’s domineering command and hoped she’d pick them out.

‘Those two guys at the bar said they’d love to give you one.’ I was sure she’d be able to recognise them in the throng, but unfortunately they would probably be too drunk by now to get it up. Still, it was worth a silent prayer. Martha nodded.

‘They’ll be eating out of my hand like little puppies before morning. God, I’ve waited a long time for this!’ Martha disappeared into her bedroom. Ten minutes later she reappeared, dressed to the nines, looking stunning. Cath and I simply sat all the while in silence, sipping our tea, smiling at each other. ‘Use the other bedroom,’ Martha winked as she stood by the opened suite door, ‘I won’t be coming back tonight.’ A click of the lock and she was gone.

‘You kissed me.’

‘I… sorry… when?’

‘Back then, when you were, you know… God, I’m embarrassed to say it now, never mind do it. Too much wine!’ and she squeezed her temples. ‘I was bent over… we were all bent over and…you kissed me… here.’ And she touched herself between her legs. ‘That was beautiful. Thank you.’ A splinter of a tear glinted in her eye and as she looked down her long lashes ushered it down her cheek. Then she motioned to the bedroom. I closed my eyes, smiled to myself and nodded my agreement. Tears of relief, of joy, filled me to overflowing. What a woman. We stood and kissed very passionately. There was no wild urgency after this day full of excitement and frustration - we had all night to make love. She stepped away, coyly looked up at me through her lovely hair.

‘Father, oive been t’inkin’… what Oi did with Sean Murphy… are you sure you understood? Would you loik me to show you again?’ As I kissed her, my hand slid up her thigh and down into the depths of her knickers. Her legs parted and she sighed as two fingers entered her hot, slippery enclave. Her hand reciprocated, massaging me gently, lovingly. Then she paused, held my poor aching cock like the handle of a dagger. Her expression suddenly changed to one of total disbelief. ‘But Father! You’ve a fuckin’ girlies wig, frock and panties on!’ Laughing, we walked hand in hand to the bedroom, then gently closed and locked the door behind us.