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Trudy left Holborn tube station with her heart beating like a drum, positively fizzing with anticipation for if she played her cards right in the next two or three hours she’d be having passionate sex with Della van Kousen. For most of the time Trudy had known her, – about a year in all – she’d either been a voice on a phone or via Skype – text only. The first and until now, only time they’d met face-to-face was when Della had accompanied their mutual boss down to the Cardiff office approximately six months earlier. The two ‘pear-shaped’ brunettes hit it off immediately and when Trudy had discovered whilst on their lunch break that like her, Della was into women that had been the cherry on top.

Of course that feeling had been short-lived as Trudy had discovered this fact in the context of Della showing her pictures of her live-in girlfriend. Trudy consoled herself with the fact that it had been highly unlikely that anything would have happened during Della’s visit regardless. It wasn’t as if she was staying overnight in a hotel like their boss sometimes did. But things had changed in the months following. Trudy had successfully applied for a different job which had brought her to London to ultimately live and work. The job in question was Della’s own. Della was moving back to her native Holland following her break-up with her girlfriend, the break-up having taken place mere weeks after the Cardiff visit. This was all gleaned when they’d taken a coffee break together on Trudy’s first day in London.

The visit had started on the Tuesday when Trudy had finished work a few minutes early to catch the 4.55 London Paddington train. She’d checked into her hotel – a Premiere Inn on St. Martin’s Lane, only a four or five minute walk from her company’s UK headquarters. The purpose of the visit was for Della to show Trudy how to do her job and for Trudy to view a number of flats that the company had helped find for her to choose to live in. The former activity had spanned the whole of Wednesday, Thursday & Friday morning, leaving the afternoon and the whole of Saturday to view eight flats in various parts of West & South London.

As it happened Trudy picked the second of the three flats she was to view that afternoon to live in and thus the third viewing that afternoon along with the five viewings next day were all cancelled. Trudy therefore now had the whole of Saturday and most of Sunday to do as she pleased in her favourite city before catching the train home Sunday evening, all on the company. The first thing she intended to do was to sleep with Della! Following their conversation over coffee on the Wednesday, Trudy had started to work her ‘magic’ to get Della to go to dinner with her, preferably on either the Friday or Saturday night on the pretence that Della would be at a loose end on those two nights, all alone in the big city. Trudy was pleased when Della agreed to meet her for dinner at a Dutch-themed restaurant just off New Oxford Street on the Friday evening. Though it had taken a little convincing for Della to go along with it as she said she had a friend’s party to attend in Maidenhead on the Saturday night and didn’t want a ‘late night out’ two evenings in a row and they’d have to meet early so she could get home early.

After leaving the office of the property-letting agency where she’d signed up for the flat she picked, Trudy had taken a tube to Oxford Street and made straight for the branch of Harmony where she bought a matching black lace bra & panty set and a pair of sheer-black crotchless tights she’d seen on her prior visit. Trudy was a voluptuous and shapely size twelve but she sometimes had to do a little more hunting around when it came to lingerie that suited her as despite the advent of specialist ‘plus-size brands’ like Shein it appeared to be geared more to the size six to ten contingent. However, for the basics like now, it was simply a case of finding something that fit. She’d had ample opportunity to pop to the shops as they were open until 8.00 the two previous evenings and she had indeed availed herself of the opportunity to along with Ann Summers and Victoria Secrets, but not wishing to jinx anything, Trudy refrained from actually buying anything until the last minute lest Della cancel on her. She found herself rushing to get back to her hotel room which was little more than a windowless box with partitions for the shower, toilet/washbasin and the bed.

She stripped off the puffy white blouse and cravat, black pinstripe pencil-skirt, black flats, sheer-to-waste nude tights and matching white bra & panties she’d worn that day and took a shower. Drying off she’d made her short, crew-cut hair as vibrant as she could with what she’d packed and subsequently bought from a nearby branch of Boots and after applying deodorant, make-up, jewellery & perfume, unpacked the underwear she’d just bought and put it on. She sensuously slid the tights on, one leg at a time, feeling the sheer black nylon sail up her silky-smooth legs in almost one tug. After straightening the sheer waste band of the nylons that functioned as a suspender belt just below her navel she slipped on the panties followed by a black sleeveless cocktail dress and heels which she’d brought with her on the off chance that she’d be going out. Completing the ensemble with a black cardigan and a shiny leather handbag, she headed to Leicester Square tube station and a short train ride later found her self outside the restaurant. She expected to have to wait for her date but was pleased to find Della already waiting for her.

Like Trudy, Della was in her late-twenties and broadly the same build. However, whereas Trudy was 5”6, Della was more ‘compact’ at 5”0 and so appeared to be bigger. Both women sported round ‘baby faces’ with naturally red cheeks that made them quite cute and appealing. Della wore her hair long & curly and wasn’t wearing quite as much make-up or jewellery as Trudy, not that Trudy had overdone it on that score either. Her outfit comprised a tight-fitting black dress, but hers was long-sleeve and knee-length and more suited to the late-March evening than Trudy’s perhaps was. The outfit was rounded out by a pair of black fishnets and black flats. The combination of flats with nylons was a combo Trudy disdained, especially if it was when the person was ‘dressed up’. Trudy only wore flats with dresses/skirts & nylons if she had a lot of standing around or rushing about to do.
“Have you been waiting long for me?” Trudy asked. She approached Della and planted a perfectly platonic kiss on each cheek. A gesture Della reciprocated.
“No, only about five minutes.” Della replied in perfect English. When she’d first spoken to Della all those months earlier, Trudy had thought that she was either American or Canadian. She’d been genuinely surprised to hear she was actually Dutch and that English wasn’t her first language.
“Can I just say that you look terrific? I particularly like the fishnets, very sexy.” Trudy said, deliberately focussing on the only visible part of her underwear to see her reaction and omitting her dislike for Della’s choice of footwear. Della playfully performed a pirouette for Trudy on tiptoes and Trudy was pleased that her dining companion had been perfectly fine with her comment about her hosiery.
“You look quite well turned out yourself,” Della noted, “Shall we?”

They entered the restaurant which had soft lighting and even softer music playing in the background. There was a low ceiling with exposed wooden beams and in addition to an L-shaped bar with half-a-doze bar stools there were perhaps twenty circular tables with four chairs at each cardinal point and a candle in the centre. Only three of the tables were occupied.
“It’s because it’s only 6.50 and also there aren’t too many Dutch tourists in town at this point. You come in here at 8.00 on any night – particularly a Friday or Saturday between mid-April and mid-September and you’d have an extra five tables set up and every one would be occupied.”
“It sounds like you come in here a lot.” Trudy noted.
“It reminds me of home. Perhaps not the with regards décor,” She gestured to prints of paintings by Dutch impressionist painters adorning the walls, “But the food and ambience.”

They opted to go straight to their table – they had their pick of the nine available ones – and ordered drinks. Neither initially requested alcohol, Trudy because she wasn’t a heavy drinker (‘Dry January’ wasn’t much of a challenge for her) and Della because she was ‘saving herself’ for the following night. They also both passed on the starters and just made small talk. Much of it was rehashing what they’d discussed before. Della talked about her upbringing in the Netherlands and how her parents met and what brought her to the UK.
“People think because of our marijuana cafes and red-light districts we’re a liberal and tolerant society, but not in small communities like mine. When I realised I only liked women I knew I needed to get away to somewhere more cosmopolitan, so I came her to study and ultimately work.”
“Why go back, if it’s not conducive to your lifestyle?” asked Trudy.
‘There are too many memories. I don’t rule out coming back here in the future.” Della replied.

Further conversation was put on hold when their meal arrived. A hearty affair washed down with a glass of wine each. Despite her earlier protestations about not drinking too much that night, when the waiter came to take their plates away and ask about desert, Della demurred and asked instead for a second glass of wine – a large one. Trudy chose the desert instead, a bowl of ice cream, washed down by a coffee. Eventually there was an empty coffee cup in front of Trudy and an empty wine glass in front of Della.
“If I’m not being too personal, have you had a lot of sex in your life?” Della asked sheepishly.
“At last!” Trudy thought.
“A fair bit. Mainly with women, though I’ve had sex with men, I’ve even had a couple of relationships with them. But I prefer women.” Her eyes darted up to meet Della’s gaze.
“When I came to London, on my first weekend I, as you say in England ‘made a beeline’ for the bars and nightclubs that women who like women frequent, but I was too nervous to go in. I instead wandered around Soho and was propositioned by men, not very nice men at that. Eventually, after a month or so a classmate of mine who was also into women took me under her wing.”
“And she was your first?” Trudy asked. Della laughed out load as if it was the funniest thing she’d heard.
“No, what I mean is that she took me to the bars and clubs she went to and showed me how to talk to women and how to pick up or be picked up, as well as the types of women to avoid. In no time thanks to her I was fucking almost every weekend. I lost count of the number of women I’ve slept with over the years. Natalie, my ex, was the first and only woman I’ve ever had an actual relationship with.”

Della had been speaking loud enough to be clearly heard by a middle-aged couple who’d entered the restaurant after them and taken a neighbouring table. Trudy noticed them giving her and Della ‘the evil eye’ muttering something to each other which she suspected was about them and less than complimentary. She wasn’t sure whether it was Della’s use of the F-word or from the overheard conversation they’d gleaned that Della (and probably Trudy to) weren’t straight and disapproved of such things or both, but she gave each of them a long, hard stare. After a moment they broke the stare and made a show of consulting their menus.
“I was a complete whore if I’m honest pre-Natalie,” Della continued, albeit in a lower voice, “I watched lots of porn, but most of it was aimed at men and I had to put up with many fake, over the top orgasms and women giving dildos, vibrators and strap-ons blow-jobs before stuffing them into either theirs or their partner’s pussies. Unless you count licking cum off them afterward, I’ve only stuck a sex-toy in my mouth like that once and that was because I was out of lube and the woman I was with had a tight, not overly-moist pussy.”
“I know what you mean. Most porn is geared towards blokes. But there’s some good stuff out there. Even some of the stuff for men can be good if it’s well acted and is as you say, not over the top. As for your figure, I think you look great and I’ve never had an issue with my body shape. I feel very sexy in this body.” Trudy was starting to feel damp between her legs. Her panties were definitely getting wet with the turn the conversation had taken and her heartbeat was once more racing with excitement and anticipation. Trudy just hoped with Della it wasn’t the drink talking.
“Since Nat and I broke up I’ve gone back to my old ways. I’ve been picking up girls on nights out. One of the reasons I’m going to the party tomorrow is to get some action. My friend’s parties have a well-deserved reputation for that.” Della said her tone confessional.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Trudy opined.
“Can I tell you something else?” Della asked her voice now little more than a whisper prompting her to lean closer to Trudy to be heard.
“Sure.” Trudy said, mentally crossing her fingers that Della was going to proposition her.
“I agreed to go to dinner with you, because I know you also like girls. I was hoping to take you back to my flat and fuck you.”
“Well.” Trudy began, brass bands playing and fireworks erupting in celebration in her head, but adopting a poker face to tease Della.
“I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t offended or angered you.” Della hastily added, her face flush.
“I’ve only one response to that.” Turning to a nearby waiter, Trudy called out loudly, grinning from ear to ear, “Waiter, the bill please, we’re in a hurry!”

As the two women paid the bill – they didn’t ‘go Dutch’ in the Dutch restaurant - Trudy paid it all, planning on charging it to expenses – they passed the table with the couple who’d given them dirty looks earlier.
“I’m going back to her place now for some hot girl-on-girl lesbo sex action.” Trudy said to them conspiratorially. She almost laughed herself silly at the expression of shock on their faces when they heard what she said.

When Trudy joined Della on the street she’d already managed to hail a taxi and the two girls jumped in. Della gave the cab driver the address of her flat in Putney and the taxi sped off. During the ride the two women merely sat next to each other, holding hands and occasionally exchanging glances, giggling in nervous anticipation. The drive seemed to last forever, taking some thirty-five minutes via the A308 & Putney Bridge. They turned onto Rotherwood Road just off Lower Richmond Road and Trudy went to pay and charge it to expenses.
“I insist. Whilst you maybe able to explain away paying for two meals, you couldn’t necessarily explain getting a taxi to my street.” said Della beating Trudy to the punch and swiping her debit card, as the taxi roared off and the two women walked down the road to Della’s flat.

They reached the flat located inside one of a terrace of red-brick houses, all with bay windows. Della let them in and with Della in the lead Trudy walked up a flight of stairs to the first floor. Where once there was a landing which had run the length of the first floor, separating it into two with a front-half containing two bedrooms, one large and one small and the rear containing a third bedroom and a bathroom, it now ran only a third of the length with a door to the left with a lock. They walked in, Della switching on a light into what was the two front bedrooms now knocked into a single combined living room with two windows, one a bay, curtains already drawn. There wasn’t much furniture with stacks of books piled up on the floor rather than bookshelves.
“I’m in the middle of packing up.” Della explained. After asking Trudy to make herself at home she disappeared, presumably into the bedroom. Whilst there was a shortage of storage furniture, there were not one, but two settees, one, a two-seater against a wall facing the chimney breast on which hung a large LCD TV, and a three-seater facing the windows. Both settees were ‘hidden’ beneath mounds of extra-large cushions.
Trudy hung her cardigan and handbag on a hat stand in the hallway and used the bathroom, noting that it contained a bath as well as a shower which was a novelty in flats in this day and age. She could see light from the gap beneath the bedroom door which was closed, though not on the latch as she exited the bathroom into the dark hallway. Returning to the living room she sat down on the three-seater and removed her shoes crossing her stockinged legs one over the other whilst she waited and gently massaged her toes through their nylon covering.

After a few moments the door to the living room swung open and Della pranced in humming David Rose’s ‘The Stripper’.
“Da Da Da Daaa, Da Da Da Daaaaa…” She wore a semi-transparent, purple-silk ‘teddy’, figure-hugging with an exposed crotch and the black fishnets she’d worn during the evening which without a dress were revealed to be stockings. Unselfconsciously she strutted around in front of Trudy and soon pulled the twin globes of her boobs out of the confines of the teddy (which had an exposed ‘v’ down the front); her erect nipples and out-sized areolas transfixed Trudy. In her hand was a pink candle, about two inches high and three across, sat in a Perspex candle-holder with a handle just like a mug or cup.
“I think I’m a little too over-dressed.” noted Trudy when Della stopped humming and began to remove her own clothes. She stepped out of her dress followed by her knickers and bra.
“Please leave the pantyhose on.” Della asked as she busied herself with the candle.
“Why do you think they’re body-free suspender-tights?” Trudy cooed.
Smiling back at Trudy, Della lit the candle with a match and brought it close to her face and took in the sweet, cherry-vanilla odour emanating from it.
“I have a real fetish for stockings & pantyhose, sorry tights. I love the look of them on me and the feel against my skin. I also like how they look and feel on my lovers.” Della was still stooped over the candle, inhaling the tendril like wisps of vapour extending from the wick.
“Ditto, I really like them to.” Trudy said. “What are you doing with that candle? It smells really, really nice and fragrant.”
“It’s not just the smell that’s nice.” Della said and joined Trudy on the settee.
“Oh.” Trudy was intrigued.
“Yes. This is a very special candle with aphrodisiac qualities designed to take lovemaking to new heights.” Della explained.
“How is that?” Trudy asked, feeling a little strange, though not in a bad or nauseous way, but in a nice, slightly intoxicated way. She could also feel her clit tingle.
“They have different effects on men and women. With men, apparently they give an almost constant erection and staying power, though I can’t say for sure because as I said I’m not into men and have never been around when they’ve tried it. With us, they get and keep us hot and randy. I don't know what kind of aphrodisiacs they are – stimulants may be a more appropriate term - but from experience I can confirm they certainly work. I’m already feeling the effects and even though you’ve only been indirectly exposed I can see from your swollen clit and nipples that so are you. Go on have a good sniff. It’s going to affect you anyway as the scent has started circulating around the room, so you may as well have the full effect.”

Della held the candle under Trudy’s nostrils. Under different circumstances Trudy might have been reluctant, especially if a man had been involved as it could have been a date-**** d**g, but she’d shared more than a few ‘joints’ over the years and inhaled ‘poppers’, was going to have sex with Della anyway and so with an ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ attitude she positively snatched the candle-holder from Della’s hands and with Della grinning from ear to ear in triumph, Trudy deeply inhaled the smoke. She coughed and spluttered a little at first.
“Breathe it in deeply, but gently.” Della coached her. After a moment, Trudy held the cherry-vanilla candle under her nose once more and did as Della suggested. They passed the candle back and forth, taking turns inhaling the intoxicating perfume.
“This isn’t i*****l or harmful is it?” Trudy found herself asking, but seemingly from far away as if she was speaking for someone else as for her part, she’d grown disinterested.
“No. I’ve had it dozens of times, going back to before Natalie and there was no effect. I even had to have a d**g test on a Monday morning having had some of this on the Saturday and passed with flying colours. As for i*****lity…” Della’s voice and more specifically her train of thought drifted away.
“What?” Trudy asked, not caring if she received an answer.
“No more talking, lets start fucking.” Della replied. She led Trudy by the hand to the bedroom, Trudy switching off the living room lights as they went. Della’s other hand contained the candle-holder, held up as if to light their way like c***dren going to bed by candlelight in an old painting.

The bedroom was a little on the small side. The king-size double-bed with plain white sheets seemingly spanning the full width of the room (there was actually a few inches on either side). Della pulled the duvet off the bed exposing a clear-plastic covering encasing the under sheet, prompting a quizzical look from Trudy which Della didn’t respond to. Light came from a single lamp that protruded from the wall a foot or two above the middle of the bed. After Della placed the candle on one of several shelves on the wall facing the bed, the two women tumbled giggling and laughing hysterically on the bed, they laughter snuffed out as they began kissing, they’re tongues intertwined and seemingly performing a dance in the other’s mouth, running up and down their lipstick-glossed lips.
“Mmm…” they both managed in unison. They broke their initially kiss and stared lustfully into each other’s eyes, trancelike expressions worn on their faces. After a mutual grin the kissing resumed as the women rolled about on the bed as they did so engrossed in each other. After a few minutes of this their hands began wandering along the rest of their bodies, their large round breasts with the already erect nipples encircled by large areolas, Della’s exposed navel, Trudy’s lace-covered abdomen, followed closely by their mouths, their embrace broken.

Eventually, Trudy found herself on her side, feet next to the headboard and head at the other end, inches from Della’s engorged pussy, whilst Della was inches from Trudy’s love-gash. The two women’s heads closed the gap in space and when their tongues made contact with their respective love-buds, the sparks flew. After some gentle lapping of Della’s clit and pussy lips which had a metallic tang to them, Trudy went all out and took the clit which was the size of a pea beneath its hood and began sucking it like she would on a straw. Della clearly caught in a heady combination of heightened arousal from the candle and the sensations from Trudy’s mouth and tongue reciprocated. Both women were practically giving each other blow-jobs, their heads bobbing back and forth, pace quickening based on the sizzling sensations emanating from their nether-regions.
“Oooohhh! Arrrghhh!” Both women groaned giving voice to the exquisite sensations they were giving each other. Somehow though, as the sensations began to intensify, both women ignored their desire to vocalise and concentrated on one thing only, orgasm! They sucked and licked and even used their tongues as penises, darting in and out of the holes nestling between the petals of their labia. Finally like a crashing wave pounding the beach their orgasms began, issuing out from their centre to encompass every corner of their bodies, right to their toe & fingertips.

”God that was worth the wait.” Trudy said as she and Della snuggled up next to each other, both their heads at the same end of the bed for once.
“Its only been a couple of hours since we met up.” Della said one arm around Trudy’s shoulder as she held here other arm in front of her face to inspect the wristwatch on her arm that apart from her fishnets & teddy was the only other thing she wore.
“No, I mean I’ve wanted to go to bed with you since we started exchanging emails last year and I first saw your picture on the company website.” Trudy clarified. Despite the intense mutual orgasm and possibly because of the passage of time, their heads had cleared a little.
“Well, I’m glad to hear I was worth the wait. Though I suspect my little friend played a part.” Della said referring to the candle. She shifted position so that she lay atop Trudy. Their bodies felt good in close contact, their large breasts pressing into the others’ thrilling each with their touch. Della gently played with tousled strands of Trudy’s hair that hung over her forehead and began kissing her once more. The women could taste each other on their tongues. As Della had shifted position the plastic beneath them creaked and squeaked, reminding Trudy of its presence.
“What is it with this?”
“I’ve put it on here so that, well why don’t I show you so you understand better? It’ll be much more fun that way.”

Della smiled knowingly as she once more began working her way down Trudy’s body, pausing to take first one and then Trudy’s other nipple in her mouth and swirl them around with her tongue a few times before she continued heading ‘south’. When she reached Trudy’s navel she poked her tongue inside the depression of skin and Trudy reared up out of the bed for a moment before settling back down. The ‘voyage to Trudy’s south pole’ continued with Della’s tongue getting reacquainted with her vulva.
“Arrgh! Ooooh!” Trudy groaned as Della’s tongue once more wrapped itself around her clit. As Della tongued Trudy her hand - fore & index fingers extended – inserted themselves into her love canal. It was moist and receptive and Trudy’s hips bucked as she desperately tried to thrust her core forward to meet Della’s probing digits. Della began moving her fingers in and out of Trudy’s gash with speed, keeping rhythm with her tongue. For Trudy it was pure ecstasy her back was arched as was her head and her face wore an expression of exquisite agony, eyes closed, lips pursed and cries and shouts of joy issuing from her mouth: “Oh fuck yeah! Oohh Fuck Yeah! Keep going, don’t you dare stop!” She exclaimed when she wasn’t moaning and groaning. Della was only too happy to comply. However, when it looked like a tipping point had been reached she’d slowly come to a halt.
“Please.” Trudy pleaded.
“Please?” Della taunted.
“Please let me cum.” Trudy replied. Satisfied that she’d climbed down sufficiently from her near orgasm, Della renewed her efforts soon bringing Trudy to the boil. Again she backed off at the crucial moment and again Trudy literally begged for release. Della repeated this a few more times, each one taking less and less time to bring Trudy to ‘the boil’. Finally, as Trudy once more approached orgasm and once more Della appeared to slack off from her ministrations, Della instead intensified her efforts. Trudy shrieked, loosing off a banshee wail as one of the most intense orgasms of her twenty-something years erupted with her. As her hips bucked and rocked clear liquid was ejected in spurts from her vaginal slit forming a puddle on the plastic bedding between her spread legs. Using her tongue to lick some of Trudy’s ejaculate from her mouth Della beamed up at her bed partner and said:
“That’s why I have plastic sheets down.”

She returned to Trudy’s side and let Trudy lick her own juices from her fingertips and the two women passed cum back and forth between them in a long, lingering cumkiss.
“Now that was an orgasm.” Trudy remarked.
“Was that your first time squirting?” Della asked.
“No, but I rarely get off like that. Maybe a couple of times a year, usually its unintentional, a pleasant surprise, though the downside is changing the sheets if I’m on a bed at the time. I remember once I was having sex with this woman. We were finishing off our session by sharing a double-ender and it must have really been pressing against my G-spot because I had this really intense climax and after we came and I pulled my end out of me, I dribbled all over her under sheet which she’d put on fresh that day, just for me. I felt really terrible, especially as I wasn’t staying the night. She was married and I was her ‘bit on the side’ so as you can imagine she was going to have to make an excuse when her husband came home to explain why she’d changed the bedclothes twice in one day,”
“Ouch.” Della remarked.
“Well, actually, there was an upside. She’d not been able to give a convincing excuse to her husband about the bedclothes and she confessed all. Anyway I come over to her place a few weeks later for and just as we make our way to the bedroom the husband came home. I’m mortified, trying to find a place to hide or better yet a way out of their house unnoticed when he walks in to the bedroom, with this scantily clad, size twelve, peroxide blonde with tits as big as footballs on his arm and before you know it the four of us are naked and shagging each other senseless. Seems when the wife confessed, far from getting angry, ‘hubby’ confessed that he’d been spending his evenings with the peroxide blonde, who was his executive secretary. They forgave each other. Told each other in graphic detail what they each got up to and apparently got so turned on they jumped into bed and shagged each other stupid. And there’s more.”
‘What?” Della obliged Trudy. As Trudy told her story Della lay on her side ‘Jilling’ off as the story was turning her on.
“When he told his wife that his mistress was also bi and a swinger, the husband started bringing her to their place for three-ways instead of him secretly visiting her, and they planned to bring me in to make it a four-way. Suffice to say that with three sets of voluptuous tits and pussies to play with, he was very happy.”
“How long did that go on for?” Della asked, her words escaping between gasps and mewls of pleasure as her orgasm approached.
“Only a couple of weeks. I was soon a spare wheel and left them to it. Though a postscript is that whilst I stopped participating in the foursomes, I did have some twosomes with the peroxide blonde, once more behind the husband’s back.”

Della was going to chuckle when she suddenly gave out a long, drawn out sigh as her back arched and eyes’ closed, signifying that she’d reached her second climax. She climbed out of bed, blew out the candle and a few minutes later returned from a trip to the bathroom with a wet sponge which she applied to the pool of girl-cum from Trudy’s cunt. Trudy made her own trip to the bathroom as her bladder was full to bursting. When she returned to the bedroom she noted that the cherry-vanilla smell of the candle had been replaced by the musky, but no less erotic aroma of sex. Della was lying on the bed and held something in her hand. Trudy quickly saw that it was an ‘erect’ plastic phallus, pale-purple in colour about ten inches long and presumably ‘circumcised’.
“Mmm, that looks like it could be fun. Do you want to do me first, or I you and then switch around?” Trudy asked.
“Why not do each other at the same time instead?” Della suggested. As Trudy joined Della on the bed she noticed that there was a smaller attachment at an almost ninety degree angle to the phallus that was shaped like an elongated chicken egg. Recognition swam before Trudy’s eyes.
“Ahhh, it’s a Feeldoe. Remember I said at dinner that some porn can be good? Well there’s this site, I think it’s East-European, or at least the girls all seem to be, called ‘Strapless Dildo’. Anyway they fuck each other with those, usually whilst wearing tights with the crotch invariably torn open.” If you look on XHamster or PornoTube you can find many of them on there.”
“I know. I’ve watched more than a few on XHamster. My only complaint is that far from being too demonstrative, the girls aren’t demonstrative enough.” Della lamented.
“Don’t worry, regardless of which end of that thing you want to use on me, I’ll be very demonstrative. In fact I hope the neighbours are heavy sleepers.” Trudy replied.
“Well since I’m the host and it’s my toy, can I be mother fucker?” Della asked. Both women laughed as without waiting for Trudy’s reply, Della lubed up the ‘egg end’ with Vaseline and slowly inserted it into her cunt, mewling with pleasure as she savoured the sensation of the walls of her vagina conforming to the new addition. Smearing more Vaseline onto the dildo end. Rubbing her clit in anticipation, Trudy asked Della where she wanted her. Della replied she wanted to fuck her in the missionary position so Trudy lay on the bed, legs spread, right forefinger rhythmically running up and down her clit. Della climbed atop Trudy once more and positioned the tip of the dildo against the mouth of Trudy’s vaginal lips she paused, using the ‘glans’ to replace Trudy’s finger against a clit for a moment or so before inserting the lubed-up faux-penis into Trudy’s waiting hole. She could feel as well as hear Trudy’s intake of breath as she felt it go in her as well as Trudy’s cunt walls grip the phallus tightly.
“Ready?” Della asked.
“Are you fucking k**ding me?” Trudy replied.

Della leaned down and kissed her as she began thrusting in and out, slowly at first but after about a score or so of thrusts which produced incredible feelings in both their sensitive holes she quickened her pace.
“Ooooh! Ahhh!” Both women exclaimed repeatedly in mutual ecstasy. As if the sounds of their fucking and the sensations in both their cunts wasn’t stimulation enough, the creaking of bed springs and the banging of the headboard against the bedroom wall added to the erotic frisson between them. Throughout their ‘blending’ Della, who having broken her initial kiss with Trudy was resting on her knuckles, hands locked out straight so as to penetrate her more deeply, could look down as see her plastic shaft sunk into the folds of Trudy’s slit. And from her position looking up at her bed-partner, Trudy could see the twin orbs of Della’s boobs bouncing as she fucked her.
“Oh God this is fucking great!” Trudy exclaimed.
Thud, thud , thud, thud, thud went the headboard.
Eeek, eeek, eeek, eeek, eeek went the mattress.
“Ahhh! Ooooooohhh!” went the two women with every greater speed and power before Della paused and with Trudy’s help rolled around so that it was Trudy on top. Soon it was Della staring up at Trudy as her tits bounced as Trudy bobbed up and down on the plastic prick.
Once more thud, thud, thud went the bed and with Trudy’s pre-cum soaking the shaft and making it slick and slippery, the women’s exclamations were spewing from their mouths with ever greater ferocity.
“Shit its soo good! So very good!’ said Trudy.
“Het is zo verdomd goed!” Della was so far gone with lust that she’d reverted to her native Dutch to better verbalise her thoughts.
They traded positions once more, though this time Della gripped Trudy’s ankles and held her legs up and open in a ‘V’ to present her fully exposed vagina. The two women were getting ever closer to the peak, their faces contorted with the strain of the approaching explosion of completion.
“I’m cumming!” Trudy exclaimed.
“Me to!” Della concurred, lapsing back into English.
As Della continued her thrusts, she released Trudy’s ankles which instantly enveloped Della’s neck, Della once more resting her hands on the mattress, arms extended. Her thrusts were long and deep, again and again and again, Trudy pressing against the dildo with her cunt walls.
“Eeeeehhh!” the two women shrieked mere moments apart and exhaling deeply as their mutual orgasm ripped through their bodies.
Eventually their movements subsided and their breathing became shallower and more regular. First Della and then Trudy removed the Feeldoe. Turning it around Trudy put the part that had sat in Della’s cunt in her mouth and she hungrily licked off Della’s salty juices and Della ran her tongue up and down the dildo doing the same with Trudy’s. When they finished they again cumkissed.

“I think we’re going to need the sponge again.” Trudy noted. A naughty look was suddenly exchanged between the two women, a ‘why waste it’ look and the two women turned over and began running their tongues over the wet patch on the plastic. When they’d finished, Trudy helped Della remove the plastic sheet, which Della explained, she’d wash tomorrow and put back in storage. Hand in hand the women went to the bathroom and purified themselves and the Feeldoe. They took it in turns to clean their teeth, Trudy even producing her own folding travel toothbrush from her handbag. They then returned to bed, discarding their nylons and Della’s teddy, tidying the under sheet and fluffing the pillows. Putting the duvet back on the bed, they lay ‘spooning’ beneath it. In the dark Della consulted the luminous dial of her watch and saw that it was only just after midnight.
“Shush.” She suddenly whispered. Before Trudy could ask why, they heard a sound of a distant toilet being flushed downstairs. Della started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Trudy whispered back. Della broke their embrace, enabling Trudy to roll over and face her.
“That’s probably the guy in the flat below cleaning up after playing with himself while he heard us fucking.” Della explained. Trudy started giggling to.
“Well I hope we put on a good show for him.”
“He works in the City and thinks he’s Michael Douglas’ character in “Wall Street’. In fact he’s a sad thirty-something who hasn’t had sex in ages. In fact I’ve only heard him screwing once, a few weeks after he moved in and I wouldn’t be surprised if his partner was paid by the hour.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t say that.’ Trudy playfully scolded Della. “Depending on who is doing the overhearing, I think it’s a big turn-on if someone overhearing me shagging is so turned on that they have a wank. Even though they can only hear me and have to rely on their imagination, I imagine it’s better than watching porn because it’s really happening only a wall, floor or ceiling away with someone they at least vaguely know. Actually I once had the hots for this girl who lived in a flat in the floor above mine and whenever I brought girls back I always made sure she could hear what was going on in hopes of one day seducing her. I had visions of her getting so randy hearing me and some girl that she’d pound on my front door demanding to be let in and join us for a threesome.”
“And did she?” asked Della.
“No. She did knock on my door one time when I was having sex with someone, a guy in fact. But it was only to complain about the noise. She moved out not long afterwards and I never got to sleep with her.” The two women once more ‘spooned’, this time with Trudy pressed against Della’s back. After a few minutes during which the only sound was their breathing, the occasional car going by outside and creaking bedsprings downstairs they fell asleep.

*****

The next morning Trudy woke up to find her right arm was ‘asleep’ positioned under Della’s sleeping form. She carefully extricated it and lay there waiting for circulation to be restored, her left arm still d****d over Della. Light shone in through the curtains and she managed to make out the time on Della’s watch - 7.24. After a couple of minutes, Della stirred, groaning and lay on her back, eyes blinking before turning around to see Trudy beside her.
“Good morning,” Trudy began, smiling into her eyes, “No, you weren’t dreaming. You and I had great, orgasmic sex together.” Trudy leaned down and kissed Della on the lips before lying back down beside her.
“I’m so glad. I had such a really great time as well.” Della then rolled over to face Trudy and gently traced her hand across Trudy’s face.
“This is a really comfortable bed you know. It’s going to take an effort to get up.” Trudy said.
“Well don’t, it is Saturday after all.” Della replied. Trudy smiled and went to kiss Della who initially consented but when Trudy began to get frisky, Della pulled back.
“What’s wrong, don’t you want to?” Trudy asked.
“Remember, I want to save my energy for the party tonight.” Della explained.
“You know, if you primarily going to that party to pull, there’s no need I’m here. Why not stay in bed all day and night and fuck each other till our pussies are red raw?”
“Any other time I would like nothing better. That being said I do have to go shopping later for food. But, I really want to go to this party, bear in mind it will probably be the last one I ever get to go to and I really enjoy them, they’re a blast.” Della’s tone was apologetic. Trudy suddenly felt selfish and a little foolish, after all, it was only a one-night stand.
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. It’s just that I can’t get enough of you. Last night was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. And besides that, I enjoy your company anyway. When I catch my train tomorrow evening, that’ll probably be the last I ever see of you.”

She looked to Della as if she would cry.
“Hey, it’s okay. I really like you to. I just wish we could have gotten together sooner and lived in the same city.” Della embraced Trudy, holding her against her. After a few moments in which she looked to be debating her next words, Della finally said:
“Are you glad I lit the candle and encouraged you to smell it?” Trudy nodded.
“No regrets, it certainly made the sex even better than it would have otherwise been, and I’m sure it would have been good anyway. Though if you experience a power cut in the night I’m not sure it should be my go to choice for illumination.” The two women laughed at that.
“True, but if you’re not alone, inhale enough of it and you’ll soon be too occupied to notice the power is out.” Della replied.
“True enough. But if you’re worried I think that you forced it on me or tricked me. Don’t. I just wish I knew how to get hold of some for myself.”
“Well, it’s funny you should say that. The party tonight, it’s being held by the people who came up with the candle. That’s how I came by it. They give attendees a box of them as a memento. Depending how often you use them and how sparingly, they can last you for months.” Della explained. ‘Now, based on your reaction, you’re not feeling hung over or otherwise unwell are you?”
“Nope, I’m fine” Trudy reassured Della.
“Well then, why don’t you come with me as my ‘plus one’ to tonight’s party? It’s not as if you’ve any other plans for this evening.”
“Well, it’s true that I’ve nothing planned for tonight.” Trudy conceded.
“Just one thing before you agree to go with me and it’s another reason I’m so keen to go tonight and why I told you at dinner that I was looking to get some ‘action’ there. It’s not a drinks party and it’s certainly not the kind of party you have as a c***d with jelly & blamanche and a person in a clown costume. These parties are orgies and the candle or rather the chemical within the candle that has such a ‘stimulating’ effect on your libido plays a central role.”
Trudy let the information sink in for a few moments.
“Tell me more.” She asked.
“That woman from my student days I told you about, well she and I kept in touch and one day she told me about this party she’d been to. She wondered if I’d like to go with her as she usually went with her girlfriend, but they’d broken up a couple of months earlier and she really wanted to go. Well although the prospect of having casual, consequence-free sex with lots of different women appealed, at that point in my life I’d had one threesome and that was it and that was with that woman and her ex back when they were together.”
“But I thought you’d said that you’d never slept with her?” Trudy pointed out, confused.
“I said she wasn’t my first. Anyway when I expressed some doubts about having sex in the presence of more than one or two women she reassured me that my inhibitions would be taken away.”
“...By the scent from the candle.” Trudy stated.
“Precisely. She explained the effects and added that I may feel a little groggy after a night’s sleep, but it would pass. I mentioned I didn’t want any men and she told me the hosts were a girl-girl couple who were homoflexible and hosted these parties about thirteen times a year – twice in December with an extra one on New Year’s Eve. Only the two in December include men and it wasn’t December when she asked me. Anyway I mulled it over for a day or so and then agreed. For the record I had a great time and I didn’t suffer any side effects.”
“Anything else I should know?” Trudy asked.
“You only had a mild dose last night from one candle which if you remember I blew out partway through our play. Tonight, if you go with me, you’re going to get the full dose. Now the fact you didn’t suffer any side effects tells me that you’ll be fine with it.”
“Does that mean I might be tempted to do something really bad?” Trudy’s doubts about the wisdom of attending bubbled to the surface.
“Good heavens no,” giggled Della, “It loosens you’re inhibitions and makes you very horny, it won’t turn you into a paedophile or want to m***** a****ls or be a r****t. Might make you an exhibitionist, and be less inclined to say no to someone’s advances, but given the clientele at these things, I don’t think you’d have to worry about who you screw.”
“Anything else?” Trudy seemed reassured by that.
“Well we have to catch a 6.50 train to Cookham and I’d recommend a light meal no later than 6.00 and no booze. Also there’s a dress code for the night. Our hostesses share our nylon fetish so at the party you have to wear nylons, though I would advise that unless your willing to have the crotch ripped out of them like in a lot of those ‘Strapless Dildo’ videos I’d wear either stockings, hold-ups or as you wore last night, crotchless pantyhose.”

They got up shortly afterwards, made the bed and shared a bath, bathing each other, though it was a bit of a cramped fit. They dried off, dressed and walked to the Putney Exchange Shopping Centre on Putney High Street, Trudy feeling overdressed for the time of day and cold in the same clothes she wore to dinner last night as minus her tights - which she discovered as she went to put them on that morning, were laddered to the point that she would have to throw them out, less than a day after buying them. In contrast Della wore a plain t-shirt under a baggy jumper, denim jacket, denim hot-pants, black fishnet tights and black trainers. They finished breakfast and left the café.
“You know, if you need appropriate nylons for tonight, may I suggest a little place behind Shaftsbury Avenue? If you ask for a woman named ‘Annette’ who works in there every other Saturday and mention me and the party, she’ll fix you up with something suitable, and fill you in with more info about tonight’s proceedings.” Della said indicating Trudy’s bare legs.
They agreed to meet at the Praed Street entrance to Paddington Station at 5.30 and have dinner at one of the pubs or restaurants near there. Della walked into the Putney High Street branch of Waitrose to do her grocery shopping and Trudy crossed Putney Bridge and caught a District Line train to South Kensington and then a Piccadilly Line one to Leicester Square. Around 10.00 Trudy finally returned to the Premier Inn Hub on St. Martin’s. If the receptionist noticed or cared about her attire or the fact she’d not slept in her room she didn’t show it. Retrieving her key, Trudy went up to her room and stripped off her eveningwear.

Despite the bath she’d shared with Della that morning, the now naked Trudy took a nice, long, lingering shower, letting the warm needles of water wash over her as she lathered herself down from head to toe. She dried off and then dressed in a sports bra and briefs, a thick blue & white striped top, blue jeans, white sports-socks and trainers. She also put on a jacket and around 11.30 after first dropping off her dress to be dry-cleaned ready for this evening, left the hotel to go shopping. With some uncertainty about how she’d be feeling after the party, she decided to do a lot of her souvenir shopping Saturday, not Sunday and to that affect, armed with a list from her teenage brother, hunted around the comic-book shops of central London. Another ride on the Piccadilly Line took her to Harrods where she bought some items for her parents. She also hung around the hosiery department near one of the entrances looking (and pricing them) before deciding on following Della’s advice. She had a little snack in one of the many eateries in the world-famous department store and then caught another Piccadilly Line train to Piccadilly Circus itself. Trudy made her way along Brewer Street to a licensed sex shop with lingerie-attired mannequins and discreetly-boxed items on display in the window. It appeared to be two or more shops knocked into one with a number of door-less doorways connecting them. The main entrance opened into a section with racks and shelves of contraceptives, lubrications, a spinner rack containing assorted pornographic magazines as well as countless toys – dildos, double-dildos, vibrators, Feeldoes (Trudy wondered if this was where Della had bought hers), fleshlights and other men’s masturbators and dolls, including some eerily realistic looking ones, at least they looked that way on the boxes. With only a couple of people in the shop, all seemingly browsing, the shop assistant behind the small t****zoid-shaped counter followed Trudy around with his eyes, doubly so when they made eye contact and she flashed a smile at him. She walked over to him, a man in his early-twenties that seemed to be the flesh & blood incarnation of ‘Shaggy’ from ‘Scooby Doo’ only he wore a white t-shirt with a punk-rock band logo on it instead of an oversized plain green one.
“Do you have a lady named ‘Annette’ working for you and is she here today?” Trudy asked.
“She’s probably in there.” The Shaggy look-alike clearly disappointed that Trudy wasn’t interested in him gestured with one of his thumbs towards the adjacent section. Thanking him, Trudy made her way into the boutique portion of the shop.

Leather, lace and PVC outfits, from knickers to cat-suits swung from clothes racks and one whole wall was hidden buy rows and rows of nylons – tights, stockings, hold-ups in sheer, opaque, fishnet, whale-net from low to high deniers and just about any colour under the sun. For a nylon fetishist like Trudy it was seventh heaven. She spotted Annette – at least she assumed it was Annette - coming into the shop through a door at the rear which she assumed led to a storeroom. Annette was roughly a size f******n, well-proportioned with a cherubic like face, rosy cheeks and hazel hair in bangs that came down to the nape of hair neck and curved inwards. If the man at the counter looked like a live-action Shaggy, Annette looked like a sexy, live-action ‘Meg Griffin’ from ‘Family Guy’. She wore a plain white t-shirt tucked into skinny jeans, the effect accentuating very large and inviting breasts. The jeans were turned up at the ankles, the exposed inch or two of skin above white trainers covered in black whale-net fabric.
“Excuse me, but is your name ‘Annette’?” Trudy asked, moving towards her.
“Yes, yes it is.” Annette confirmed. Her hands were full of packs of assorted nylons and as she replied she placed them on a small, frosted window that looked out onto Brewer Street. She began sorting through them and placing them on racks.
“Della suggested I come here for some nylons. She told me to mention it’s for a party near Maidenhead that the two of us are attending tonight. She also told me that you could give me some more information about it.” Annette smiled as she quickened her pace loading up the shelves with nylons. After a few minutes of silence in which Trudy patiently waited for a reply as Annette finished her task, Annette turned to her, raised one of her forefingers to her and said: “If you just wait there for a moment.” She took the now empty boxes into the back of the shop and returned, a black leather jacket and a black handbag now added to her outfit.
“Shall we?” Annette made a sweeping gesture with her hand in the direction of the door and Trudy followed her.
“I’ve finished putting out the stock we got from Cotelli and I’m off to lunch.” Annette explained to the man who merely grunted an acknowledgement.

The two women exited the shop, Trudy somewhat confused as she’d expected Annette to help her pick out some nylons to wear to the party and perhaps chat a bit about the party as she did so. Were they going to some other shop they had? But then Annette had told her colleague she was off to lunch. They turned onto Green’s Court, a narrow alleyway where Annette bought a baguette from a delicatessen and ate it as they continued up the street into Soho. They turned onto Berwick Street and passed another comic-book shop which served as a reminder to Trudy that she hadn’t got everything on her brother’s wish list. Opposite the comic shop was a rather soulless post-war tower block, the ground-floor of which was obscured by screens set up to allow building work to go on behind. Still eating her baguette, Annette opened a door that led inside. Annette paused in the lobby and finishing her lunch, threw the remains and packaging in a wastebasket, wiped her hands with a handkerchief she extracted from her pocket and proceeded up several flights of stairs.
“It’s a good way to work off my lunch and get some exercise.” Annette remarked over her shoulder, breaking the silence. They emerged onto the second floor and entered a flat. There was a combined living and bedroom with three tall, slim windows for illumination and two doors at either end, one leading to a bathroom and the other to a small kitchen.
“Make yourself comfortable.” Annette said as she d****d her jacket and handbag onto a circular folding dinning table near to the kitchen door. The flat was surprisingly nice and cosy and stood in stark contrast to the building it was situated in. Trudy sat on a large settee and saw her trainers sink into a thick pile carpet. She noticed the base of a folding bed in the space currently taken up by the table and chairs and upon closer inspection noticed that the chairs were also folding.
“When I want to go to bed I just fold up the chairs and the table and put them against the wall, though I often leave one chair out to put my clothes on and bring the bed down from the wall. Would you like me to show you?” Annette explained as she emerged from the kitchen wiping her hands in a towel. Trudy suspected, based on Annette’s tone of voice and they way she was looking at her that if she’d had more time to spare, Annette would have liked nothing better than to demonstrate the bed to Trudy, though not for purposes of sleeping.

She disappeared back into the kitchen and Trudy could once again hear the sound of taps running. Annette called out to Trudy asking her if she’d like a drink but Trudy declined. When Annette rejoined Trudy she was holding a glass of water. She took a couple of swigs of it before placing the glass on the table and began appraising Trudy.
“How do you know Della?” Trudy asked as the two women mentally undressed one another, literally in Annette’s case.
“I sort of showed her the ropes so to speak when she first moved here. I took her to her first party which led to her meeting her now ex.” So this was the woman Della spoke of, who’d introduced her to the London lesbian sex scene and these orgy parties, Trudy noted – wondering why Della hadn’t mentioned that fact. Having finished her appraisal of Trudy, Annette moved to a large chest in the opposite corner of the room to the kitchen, next to the bathroom door, knelt down in front of it and began rifling through the contents.
“What’s your preference to wear for tonight?” She called over her shoulder to Trudy.
“If you mean nylons I’m not sure. Do you have any tights without a crotch? Those are my favourite, at least where sex is involved.” Annette stood up, turned around and with a grin advanced on Trudy carrying three packs of tights in her hands for Trudy to review. They were essentially the same thing, but in different colours. Unlike the nylons Trudy had worn for her rendezvous the previous evening with Della which were essentially stockings with a built in sheer-nylon suspender-belt, what Annette now brandished at first glance appeared to be regular tights, complete with a gusset. All were sheer, say twenty denier, one was black, one was nude and the third was red. All had seems up the back and a v-shaped lace panty patterned gusset.
“Mmm.” Trudy said looking appreciatively from one pair to the next.
“Here, I’ve got a pair myself.” Annette moved to a chest of draws sandwiched between a bookcase groaning with books and DVDs/Blu-Rays and a closet. From the top drawer she took out a pair of navy-blue tights and holding them by the waste band, unfurled them. Trudy could instantly see the oval hole in the crotch. When worn the hole exposed both the wearer’s vagina & anus, ostensibly to allow them to go to the toilet without first taking down the tights (unless they wore panties/knickers under them), but of course also for providing sexual access.
“I’ll take the red ones.” Trudy declared and began fishing in her bag for money.
“Great choice! And there was me thinking it would take you forever to choose.” Smiling Annette returned the nude and black pairs to the trunk and after folding up her own navy ones, put them away to.
“What are you doing?” Annette asked as she saw Trudy taking her purse from her handbag.
“Paying of course.”
“Don’t be silly, any friend of Della’s gets a 100% discount from me. Besides, if you’re going to the party tonight, there’s a pretty good chance you’ll be able to pay me back in other ways.” She said with a lascivious tone in her voice.
“You’re going to?” Trudy asked, putting her purse back.
“Wild horses wouldn’t drag me away.” Trudy said.
“Well, if you’re going as well and seeing as how you’re a regular, perhaps you can tell me more about them as Della suggested?” Trudy asked. Glancing at her watch, Annette pulled out one of the dining chairs and motioning Trudy back onto the settee, sat down and took a deep breath.

“What’s Della told you about them?” Annette asked, trying to gauge Trudy’s knowledge.
“They’re held roughly once a month, apart from two held in December to celebrate Christmas & New Year. They’re held somewhere near Maidenhead. Apart from the Christmas & New Year Parties they’re strictly ‘women only’ affairs. Attendees have to wear nylons of some sort and there are scented candles lit around the place that give off aromas that turn the women who inhale them into insatiable sluts.” Trudy ran down what she knew.
“Well, more or less that’s true,” Began Annette, “About eight years ago the couple who now own the sex shop I work in had a business making candles which they would then sell on to gift, craft shops and Yankee Candle shops, that sort of thing. They were very successful and were always trying to devise ways to improve their products, produce new ranges to improve their business. Well, one day in their lab or studio they were trying out this new cherry-vanilla scented candle, when they felt a little funny. In short order they became randy and they practically tore their clothes off each other as they made a grab for the other one.”
“So they stumbled onto this thing by accident like Penicillin or Viagra?” Trudy remarked.
“That’s right. After the effects had worn off and they’d recovered their senses they set to work experimenting with & refining the recipe to vary the doses and test the side affects and realised that they’d made the worlds ultimate aphrodisiac. They quite sensibly chose initially not to sell these particular candles to shops because of the possible consequences for unsuspecting customers. Instead they decided to use it to enhance their own sex lives. One day they were having a foursome with two other women they regularly swung with and lit one of the candles. After an allegedly intense lovemaking session, one of these other women suggested that they should hold orgies and sell the candles to sex shops. So they started the parties and bought the shop I work in, ostensibly to sell the candles, though in the seven years or so since they started hosting orgies and bought the shop, they’ve restricted distribution to free giveaways to trusted people.”
“You mean the people who go to their parties?”
“Yes, and by some miracle, to date, no one has tried to take advantage of their generosity and sell them to a company in the sex industry, nor used them to get someone into bed who might not want to otherwise.”
“And is attendance at one of their parties a perk of working in their shop?” Trudy asked.
“Oh no, they picked me up at the London branch of Skirt Club near Islington and took me back to their flat for a threesome. They used the candle which resulted in some mind blowing three-way sex and based on the impression I left with them, they offered me the job of managing their then new sex shop after I mentioned I needed a new job.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way but I thought you were just a shop assistant.” Trudy observed.
“I couldn’t afford a place in Central London, even one as humble as this on a shop assistant’s salary, not on my own anyway.”
“What about the hosts, your employers?” Trudy asked.
“Oh you’ll get to meet them tonight. Chances are you’ll get to know one or both of them quite well before the night’s over.” Annette replied with a ‘nudge nudge, wink wink, know what I mean’ vibe.

Annette continued, “The smallest attendance of any party I’ve attended to date had nine guests plus the hosts and that was when there was one of those storms that were so severe they were named. The average attendance including the hosts, are twenty-plus. Also they don’t use the scent from candles to get people going at the parties anymore; they use the raw chemical which evaporates upon contact into the air. Everyone is expected to arrive by 7.45 – unless there are delays with the trains of course. You strip down to your nylons upon arrival and your surplus clothes and valuables are kept in storage overnight. You’re then taken to the main living room where the party is held. Around about 8.15, after introductions they close the doors, expose the guests to the ‘Fog’ as they call it and depending on the number of attendees by 8.30 we’ll start feeling it. By 8.45 at the latest we’ll all be getting it on. Also, and this is important, one of the side effects of these vapours is temporary insomnia even after they’ve cleared the air which takes about two, two-and-a-half hours. Now nothing to worry about, it lasts only for one night. I guarantee you’ll have no trouble getting to sleep tomorrow. But for tonight to counteract the effect of the vapours they have some anaesthetic to put everyone to sleep, ‘night night’ everyone.” Trudy felt some apprehension at that last bit and said so.
“That’s okay. I’ve been to at least forty parties and Della’s been to quite a few and we’re alright. In fact its one of the highlights of the evening, it make’s you feel all high and dreamy before you pass out.” Annette reassured Trudy. Armed with that Trudy nodded and left, promising to see Annette that evening. She caught a glimpse of her again as she was paying for one of her brother’s presents in the comic shop opposite. She saw Annette hurrying off in the direction of Brewer Street and the sex shop.

Trudy didn’t go directly back to the hotel. She first stopped at one of the Lingerie shops on Oxford Street. When she returned to her room it was only 4.00 which meant she had over an hour to kill before meeting Della. Though some trepidation had seeped back in due to what Annette had told her about how the evening was to conclude, it wasn’t as intense as Trudy would have thought. She decided to kill time by taking her preparations slow. She stripped off and once more took a shower letting the water play over her naked body. Her hands moved over it and she cupped her own breasts, feeling their weight in her hands. When she’d finished and towelled herself down she got her outfit for the night ready. Her dress had been cleaned by the time she returned to the hotel and given that it would hopefully be coming off sooner rather than later, Trudy saw no reason not to wear it two nights in a row. Under it she’d wear a very skimpy red-lace bra and panty set she bought on her way back to the hotel, the tights of course and her heels and cardigan. Having carefully set everything out on the bed she set to work. Applying her make-up, blush, rouge, mascara, deodorant, perfume and a few items of jewellery, though not too many. Then came the clothes themselves. First on was the bra, then the most important and precious item of all, the tights she’d just bought. Trudy slowly unwrapped them from the card and balled up each leg. Feet, extended she gently inserted her right foot into the nylon. The sensation was great, smooth and cool. She began to slowly roll the nylon up her leg as far as the knee and repeated the process with the other foot. She then began to pull them up as far they went, aware that the oval cut-out needed to be comfortably over her pussy and arsehole. She spent a couple of minutes adjusting the seems that ran up the back from her feet and smoothing out wrinkles and bunches. Satisfied with her efforts she slowly did a turn before a full length mirror, lingering to admire her nylon-covered bum cheeks. She then reluctantly tore herself away from the reflection and finished dressing, sliding a thin, thong-like pair of black-lace briefs that complimented her bra up to cover her exposed crotch and then came the dress for the second time in as many days. She finished off by putting on the cardigan and stepping into her shoes. After checking her handbag contained her essentials including smart phone and purse she left her room.

She walked to Charring Cross Tube Station and caught a Bakerloo Line train to Paddington. Once more she found that Della was waiting for her. She had her hair in a ‘crinkly pattern’ that from a distance looked as if she’d just emerged from the shower and wore a red pencil skirt and a black jacket that would go with a business suit. It was buttoned up and at first Trudy thought Della might not have anything on underneath. However, upon closer inspection Trudy could see a black chiffon top which matched her nylons which a very glossy medium-denier black sheer. This time she wore heels, though not as pronounced as Trudy’s. Trudy ‘wolf-whistled’ upon seeing her and Della smiled back, noting the red nylons Trudy wore, which worn with black outerwear stood out, drawing the gaze of many.
“They go with my skirt.” Della said as she led Trudy to one of the pubs nearby for a bar meal. Both women got more appreciative looks from the male clientele in the establishment as they ate and chatted about their respective days. Around 6.40 they made their way across the road to Paddington Station and bought tickets for the 6.50 to Cookham. The train was on time and comprised three carriages. The journey lasted around thirty-five minutes and they travelled in silence, though they could hear the sound of women singing in another carriage. From the expression on Della’s face as they heard the tunes, Trudy guessed this was some of the other partygoers. In contrast to the great terminal that was Paddington, Cookham was a small, grey and redbrick affair that looked like an old country schoolhouse. Della & Trudy emerged into a nearby car park but saw nothing as yet that could be transport to the venue. The other passengers who’d disembarked spilled out, amongst them a group of ten girls who by dint of being dressed similarly, could all be on a hen night. They were all wearing either mini-skirts or mini-dresses and all wore nylons and heels of some kind. They were all full-figured, the smallest was Trudy’s size and the largest was an eighteen. All were attractive and all appeared to be in their twenties or early-thirties. An eleventh brought up the rear, Annette, her hair coiffed and wearing a navy-blue dress with vestigial sleeves and a cardigan d****d over her arm. She wore navy-blue sheer seemed-tights, possibly the very pair she’d shown Trudy that afternoon with a pair of heels to finish off.

Making eye contact with Della and Trudy, she ushered them over.
“There you are girls.” She beamed. “Not long now, I can hardly wait.” She made no attempt to introduce any of the women to Trudy – Della knew them already at least by sight from prior parties – though she did introduce Trudy to them. They all smiled and waved or said ‘hi’ to the new arrival.
“Be gentle it’ll be my first time.” Trudy quipped, bringing giggles from some of the assembled nyloned lovelies.
“Come on girls.” Annette was clearly mistress of ceremonies and when a Ford Transit mini-bus materialised she walked over to it and verified with the driver that they were the intended passengers. She gestured for each of the women to get in ahead of her, counting each one aboard as well as checking each of them out as they walked past her. She then closed the sliding door closed and climbed up into the passenger seat beside the driver. After everyone was strapped in, the van made its way onto the main road and out of the town, which even in darkness seemed picturesque and then along a country lane in the direction of the Thames, past occasional, very large homes set in fields as some of the other girls sang and swayed back and forth on their seats. Some of the girls who Trudy assumed were in couples even started ‘snogging’ which distracted the driver whenever he happened to look in the rear-view mirror. The house they were going to was situated at the end of the lane. Everyone disembarked from the van and after Annette said something by way of thanks to the driver, he drove away, prompting many of the women to wave and cheer as he left the way he came.

The house wasn’t exactly Blenheim Palace but it was certainly no quaint cottage either. Trudy guessed it was the size of two sets of semi-detached, ‘Mock-Tudor’ houses arranged at right-angles to each other and linked by an additional half for good measure. There was a large double garage, a tennis court and a figure-eight swimming pool. The house was bordered by trees and bushes all sides and a brook and the bank of the Thames served as two of the boundaries for the garden.
“Wow.” Trudy said.
“Isn’t it something? And this is just the outside.” Annette replied.
“How the hell could they afford this, and a flat in London, just from making candles and selling dildos?” Trudy asked.
“One of them was married to a very wealthy man once who died in a car accident with his mistress.” Della explained. The front door to the house opened and two forty-something women with ‘pear-shaped’ size f******n figures stood in the doorway. One was about Trudy’s height, the other Della’s. Anna would come to know the shorter on as ‘Anna’ & the taller one ‘Bess’. They both wore matching full-length silk dressing gowns in lilac and heeled shoes. Both women were rather plain in Trudy’s opinion and wore their hair up in a ‘walnut whip’ style (both were brunettes).
“Welcome, welcome.” They both said in unison, kissing cheeks and occasionally giving hugs as each person passed by them.
“And who do we have here?” Anna asked as Trudy brought up the rear of the group.
“Fresh meat, obviously darling.” Bess said in a rather put-on upper class accent.
“My name’s Trudy and I’m here with Della.” Trudy introduced herself. Both women gave Trudy hugs and kisses and Trudy felt they were both staking ‘first dibs’ on her. In single-file with Annette up front and Trudy last, the thirteen women snaked their way into the hallway and into a room where a plump, matronly women looking like she’d escaped from a Beryl Cook painting stood waiting for them. Behind her on a long dining table were what looked like grey plastic drawers, about twenty in all. Unbidden, with the exception of Trudy, the other women excitedly pushed their way to the ‘matron’ and after being issued with a drawer of their own began disrobing and divesting themselves of jewellery, handbags and such like, placing them in the drawers. The Matron would write each woman’s name down on an adhesive label and attach it the front of the drawer as it was handed to her. Trudy walked forward and selected one of the remaining drawers and began to follow suit. Soon every woman in the party was naked save for a pair of nylons.

Trudy looked around at the other guests, savouring the scene. As she guessed Annette was wearing a navy-blue pair of the same crotchless seemed tights Trudy was wearing. Della, on the other hand was not wearing chiffon, but a black sheer body stocking which like Trudy & Annette’s tights had an oval hole in the crotch. Almost all of the other women wore hold-ups with the only variations being whether they were fishnet, opaque or sheer. One woman who stood next to Trudy however, wore very glossy black, opaque tights, complete with a crotch.
“Something tells me that crotch won’t last very long.” Trudy quipped.
“I’m counting on it. I love it when my lover tears open my crotch to get to my cunt.” The woman replied.

It was then that Annette decided to introduce Trudy to the other guests. In alphabetical order they were:
Bethan – twenty-something, redhead, navy-blue opaque hold-ups.
Danielle – thirty-something, blonde, black sheer hold-ups.
Ellie – twenty-something, blonde, white sheer hold-ups.
Emma – twenty-something, redhead, black sheer hold-ups.
Jane – thirty-something, honey-blonde, black opaque hold-ups.
Judy – thirty-something, brunette, black fishnet hold-ups.
Karen – thirty-something, brunette, black sheer hold-ups.
Margot – the women in black opaque tights who’d just spoken to Trudy, thirty-something, brunette.
Rachel – twenty-something, brunette, powder-blue sheer hold-ups.
Tamara – twenty-something, brunette, flesh-coloured fishnet hold-ups.
“Well ladies, I think you can all make your way to the living room now.” the ‘Matron’ announced as she busied herself with stacking the drawers.
Della fell in beside Trudy and put a reassuring arm around her. “Nervous?”
“A little, it’s the thought of having to be knocked out at the end, if I’m honest.” By way of reply, Della squeezed her upper arm. The women all filed into a room with a tall ceiling that Trudy guessed was the combined floor space of the flat she’d agreed to let the previous afternoon. The curtains were drawn and lighting came from a large ornate chandelier dangling from the centre of the ceiling and a couple of small desk lamps dotted around the room. A couple of the walls contained floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, crammed with ‘weighty tomes’. The carpet was thick and Trudy’s stockinged-feet sank into it. There was also a very large fur rug. Trudy got the impression that the room had been prepared for tonight with furniture being changed around to provide large, wide-open spaces. There were a couple of chaise longue & some very large beanbags. Anna occupied one chaise whilst Bess the other. Both had let their hair down and no longer wore dressing gowns exposing round, orb-like breasts and lilac crotchless tights of the kind Trudy had worn yesterday on her date with Della, but in fishnet instead of sheer. A couple of long, thin tables were situated either side of a large chimney breast and had dust rags covering them and there were also a couple of Victorian chamber pots dotted around in places. The women all found spots to sit down, either on the floor or the bean bags, Trudy found herself sharing a beanbag with Margot. A grandfather clock in the corner of the room chimed 8.00 and Bess and Anna gave each knowing other looks.

“Welcome ladies for another night of no strings Sapphic debauchery.” Anna declared standing up and walking over to the living room door. “We have a new attendee with us tonight, who will hopefully in the months and years to come become a familiar face to us all. And may I add that I like the bold choice colour-wise of your tights.” Everyone rose to their feet and began applauding Trudy, who felt very self-conscious.
“We’re also sad to say that this is possibly our friend Della’s last party, at least for some time.” Bess added. Again there was a round of applause from the guests directed at Della. This time Trudy joined in. As the applause subsided, Anna said:
“I’d just like to add to Trudy & Della my apologies for the low turn-out on your first & last nights respectively with us, but that just means there’s more to go around.” She then pulled a long rope-like cord and moments later the doors opened and the ‘Matron wearing a face mask of the kind that had been commonplace during the 2020 Coronavirus pandemic entered the room and proceeded to light a series of old-style oil lamps. Trudy guessed this was where ‘the Fog’ came from. There were eight lamps in all, placed strategically around the room to provide light (and coverage for the scent). Once all the lamps had been lit, the ‘Matron’ walked to the tables and removed the dust rags exposing bottles of lube, tubs of Vaseline and a whole plethora of sex-toys that would put Ann Summers to shame; vibrators, dildos, double-enders, Feeldoes, strap-ons, a veritable sexual cornucopia as well as a carafe of water and twenty crystal tumblers.
“Will that be all?” the ‘Matron’ asked Anna as she reached the door.
“It is indeed.” Anna replied. She nodded and closed the door. Trudy heard a lock click into place, from the outside. Her heart was racing from nervous anticipation. Around her a thin pink mist hung around the place. The odour was cherry-vanilla though not overpowering, more like a small bowl of pot-pourri. Anna switched off the main light leaving only the desk lamps and of course the oil lamps for illumination and slinked back over to her chaise longue and d****d herself on it, resting on an elbow, staring at Trudy. In order to avoid eye contact, Trudy looked around the room and took in a very surreal scene. All the women were acting normally, talking and laughing as a pink mist hung in the room. Rachel & Tamara – the couple who’d been tonguing each other sat staring longingly into each others eyes, softly and rhythmically stroking each other’s stockinged thighs. As the minutes on the grandfather clocked ticked by Trudy detected a change in the room. People were getting more hands-on with each other. Lips were being licked, hands run up down people’s bodies. The conversations were beginning to die away and as for what ones there were going on, they were growing increasingly lewd and explicit in tone with talkers discussing what they’d done or would like to do. By 8.30, Trudy felt flushed, relaxed, at peace and a growing sense of longing from down in her loins. She also had begun massaging and gently kneading her breast. All thoughts of concern about being locked in a living room filled with mind-altering fumes replaced by welcome acceptance and joy at the situation. Now, when she made eye contact with any of the others, including Anna, she didn’t look away but gave them a look of hunger.

Suddenly, Margot turned Trudy around and began kissing her passionately, her tongue penetrating the threshold her lips. Trudy greedily returned the favour as all around sexual pandemonium erupted with the women all breaking into twos and threes and began to pleasure each other in many different ways. Some made for the tables first; smearing lube and Vaseline on the sex toys they’d commandeered and started using them on others. For her part Trudy broke the kiss and felt Margot’s hands on the top of her head sending it and the rest of her down between Margot’s legs as she lay back on the bean bag and spread her legs for greater access. The sounds and smell of sex was everywhere with the highly erotic sound of moans and groans of sexual ecstasy everywhere. The most beautiful sound on Earth. Trudy tongued Margot’s snatch through the material of her nylons eliciting lots of moans of encouragement from her, tasting some of her juices oozing onto the material.
“Go on, tear that crotch open with your bare teeth. I want you to!” Trudy didn’t need to be asked twice and scooping up a handful of the material in her mouth began pulling on it with her teeth until it began to give and fray, the sweet taste of Margot’s pre-cum mixed with her own saliva an added bonus. Trudy let go and looked on triumphantly at a small hole that had appeared in the crotch of Margot’s hose. Trudy could smell Margot’s cunt juices as they were liberated from their nylon prison. Trudy leaned forward and managed to snag a side of the whole with one of her front teeth and bracing the material between her thumb and forefinger, pulled backwards with her head. ‘RIPPP!’ With one last tug, the material gave and Trudy switched to her hands, tearing away at the material as she would the wrapping on a birthday or Christmas present, creating a whole that was as big, if not bigger than the purpose-made one in her own tights, creating ladders which radiated out down her legs and stuck her tongue directly onto Margot’s clit. She swirled her tongue around and around on the protruding love bud as Margot continued to press Trudy’s head against her groin, grinding her clit into her mouth.
“That’s it baby, keep doing what you’re doing, Argghh!” She moaned as Trudy’s pussy licking intensified and she took Margot’s clit fully into her mouth and stated sucking on it. Around them Trudy could hear the first round of orgasms erupt from her fellow participants. She would have loved to have looked around to witness the scene but had to settle for the ongoing sound of moaning, groaning, sighing, squealing, heavy breathing, dirty talk and general exaltations of pleasure. Final, after several minutes Margot’s hips began bucking and jerking and with an almighty shout, Margot started climaxing, wave after wave of juice showering Trudy’s face as she came: “Yes! Yes! Yessssssss!”

Margot had barely finished her orgasm when Trudy, unable to ignore her own stirrings down below, pushed Margot onto her back and sat on her face.
“Now return the favour slut!” Trudy said. Margot didn’t need any coaxing and began lapping away at Trudy’s gash. Waves and waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure began washing over Trudy as Margot’s tongue made direct contact with Trudy’s twat. As she was eaten out by Margot, Trudy finally had a chance through half-closed eyes to survey the scene. She saw Della being fucked by Anna with a Feeldoe whilst she was busy eating out Annette. Bess was using a strap-on on Rachel whilst Tamara was lying on a bean bag ramming one of the double-enders up her cunt. After a couple of minutes of this and fresh from an orgasm of her own, Danielle got up and joined her. They exchanged a long kiss before the other woman lowered herself onto the free end of the double-ender and the two women, taking hold of each others hands began rocking back and forth with ever greater speed due to their increasing lubricity to a fiery orgasm which saw the ends of the dildo as well as the bean bag they were using sodden with pussy juices. For her part, Trudy was now grinding her muff into Margot’s face moaning loudly with pleasure”
“Mmm, that’s it, more, more. Oh God! Oh God Margo I’m cumming!” Trudy felt like the wind was being knocked out of her as first one and then multiple waves of pleasure issued forth from between her legs. She was ejaculating clear liquid over Margot’s mouth, which the woman was busy lapping up and swallowing for all she was worth. Trudy had discovered one of the benefits of the ‘fog’ was that it didn’t take much to achieve orgasm and that those orgasms would be intense and wet. Trudy sat up and she and Margot began kissing each other passionately exchanging spit and pussy juices back and forth between their mouths.

After a couple of minutes of this, the two women tore themselves away from each other in search of other pleasures. Anna, Feeldoe still in her cunt and with Della’s pussy juices dribbling off it, came up to Trudy now that she was done with Della, who for her part was in a sixty-nine with Karen. Trudy took Anna in her arms, the candle having provided Trudy with the necessary ‘beer goggles’ to view her plain, plump co-hostess as desirable and kiss her fiercely. After a few moments Trudy sank to the floor and removed the Feeldoe from Anna’s cunt, licking both ends, her mouth now filled with a mixture of Della & Anna’s sweet juices and then inserting the end for ‘the top’ in her pussy, she led Anna to the Chaise longue and pushed her back onto it. Anna laughed with anticipation and then sensuously licked her lips. Trudy mounted Anna and the phallic end of the toy effortlessly slid up her moist, waiting cunt.
“Come on newbie, pump me hard!” Anna demanded. Trudy began doing just that. The ‘egg’ inside her own pussy rubbed against her sensitive hole enveloping her with pleasure that saw her moaning and groaning joyfully in unison with Anna who’s hands were firmly clasped to Trudy’s stockinged bum cheeks, seemingly pushing her in towards her.
“That’s it, girl, work it, work it! I want you to fuck me as if your life depended on it! Argghh!” Anna was beside herself with lewdness her hands shifting from Trudy’s backside to her back, running her fingernails gently over the small of it. With the combination of the sensations the Feeldoe was giving the two women, coupled with the lubricity of their pussies, it was only a question of time before the grand crisis was brought on and both women with much ‘oooing & ahhing’ accompanied by intakes of breath spent over the toy, gyrating wildly and out of control as they did so.

They lay, locked together panting for some moments, kissing before disengaging form one another and each took the opposite end of the Feeldoe to the one they’d been fucked by and licked of each other’s juices. After sharing one more kiss on which they could taste their mixed cunt juices, both women once more went off in search of fresh ‘prey’. In Trudy’s case this was Annette. Both women took one look at each other and knew precisely what they wanted to do to. Annette took Trudy’s hand and led her to the tables where they began smearing lube over each other’s cunts. Picking an empty spot on the floor which they reached by stepping over bodies engaged in all manner of gloriously filthy pursuits – Bethan was peeing into a chamber pot whilst Emma & Ellie positioned their faces, tongues extended to drink some of Bethan’s ‘amber nectar’ – and lay down. Trudy on her back, Annette on her side. They slithered towards each other, Trudy’s Red and Annette’s navy-blue stockinged legs forming an interlocking v, bringing their clits into contact with each other’s. Then, legs slightly bent, having brought their pussies as close together as they could, Trudy started gyrating her hips, grinding their clits together as well as their stockinged thighs. Tribbing was Trudy’s favourite position with a woman and clearly Annette liked it also. They tribbed away, the lube they’d just applied to their cunts already surplus to requirements from all of the pussy juices that were pouring forth from their snatches, producing a delicious squelching, slurping sound that were it not for all the shouts, cries, gasp, groans and moans of ecstasy being emitted, not only by Trudy and Annette, but also by all the other women in the room at that time, would have echoed around the room.

Partway through they shifted position so that each lay half on their sides. Once more they brought they’re clits into direct contact and both started pushing together, their knees bent and with one hand firmly on the other’s knee, whilst they braced themselves with the other one. This continued for another couple of delicious minutes before Eros demanded his tribute.
“Oh Annette, I’m almost there!” panted Trudy.
“Then let yourself go, I’m not far behind you!” Annette said encouragingly. Egged on, Trudy intensified her efforts, beads of sweat forming on her brow. She felt the orgasm build and then it hit, waves of pleasure, hitting her from the tips of her toes, to the follicles of her hair.
“OOHHHHHHH!” True to her word, Annette wasn’t too far behind and after a delightful time, the two women’s orgasms subsided. But Annette’s thrusting and grinding had not and she carried on. The effort intensified to compensate for all the juices that the two women had squirted during their orgasms. Trudy also didn’t let up and after a mere ninety seconds or so she felt a second, more intense and powerful orgasm begin to build. It was an incredible feeling as if someone had firmly clasped hold of her clit and its surrounding hood and was seemingly wringing the orgasm out of her. And then the orgasm hit. Trudy & Annette’s gyrations were largely spasmodic and uncontrollable now.
“ARRGHHH!” Both women exclaimed as one. They’d sat upright and their free hands were firmly wrapped around the back of the other’s neck, staring intently into their eyes as their second, much more intense and mind blowing climax hit.

Upon its conclusion both women brought their lips together and kissed. They disentangled themselves from each other, Trudy noting with disdain the wet stain left on the carpet from their expenditure, but then quickly ignoring it as the prospect of lapping up their combined pussy juices from not one, but two back-to back orgasms quickly saw them assume a sixty-nine. After lapping up their juices and despite her ‘fog’ induced sexual frenzy, Trudy felt the need to pause for breath. She took a deep breath and got up, made her way to the nearby tables where she poured herself a much needed glass of water, drinking it down in just a couple of gulps as she surveyed the scene before her. It was a sexual wonderland that greeted her eyes. Bethan and Anna were on the same chaise longue that minutes earlier Anna had been fucked by Trudy on, sixty-nining. Bess was sharing a double-ender with Karen whilst legs akimbo, Della stood over her rubbing her clit like there was no tomorrow and yelling at the top of her lungs as she came, squirting veritable torrents of pussy juice down into Bess’s waiting mouth like a waterfall of ejaculate. Meanwhile Jane was being fucked ‘reverse cowgirl’ style by Danielle with a Feeldoe, Annette was now lying on her back, frigging her own cunt whilst all the other women stood around her frigging theirs. A thought filled Trudy’s mind and her rest break was over. Quickly relieving herself in a nearby chamber pot she dashed over to Annette and lay down beside her, fingers rubbing away at her own clit incessantly. Trudy was about to find herself on the receiving end of the first Bukkake of her life as one by one the six women in a semi-circle about them let go and climaxed almost at once, literally showering Trudy and Annette with their juices. Trudy, busy lapping up the juices saw it as a few of anointment or ‘christening’, it was after all her first party.

Over the course of the next ninety minutes or so, Trudy went around each of the ladies, though she was a little wary of kissing either Ellie or Emma, water sports weren’t her thing, even in her ‘fog’ induced hyper-aroused state, sampling the delights each had to offer. During that time the lighting had dimmed somewhat as one by one, the oil lamps responsible for generating the ‘fog’ gave out, the chemical within expended. At some point Bess & Anna, during a break from sexual congress turned each spent lamp off and turned on a couple of additional desk lamps to compensate. Apart from their tights, the only other thing the co-hostesses wore wristwatches. After glancing at them and giving each other a knowing smile the two women, waiting until the current round of climaxes, announced by gasps and cries of joy and ecstasy had subsided. By now, with the fog all but dissipated save for the cherry-vanilla odour and with most women thoroughly satiated, coming down from the sexual high brought on from the ‘fog’, it was time to bring proceedings to a close. Both women moved to the centre of the room and clapped their hands a couple of times to gain attention.
“Ladies it’ll shortly be bed time, but before that, its time for the grand finale!” Anna announced.
“If you’d all assume the position, we can begin.” Bess added, once more clapping her hands a couple of times. Trudy glanced around as Annette helped Anna & Bess move some of the bean bags to underneath the tables, along with the chamber pots.

The women then all lay down in a circle, some on the stomachs and some on their spines. Trudy didn’t need a diagram to be drawn to know what was planned. She noticed that Della and Annette had deliberately positioned themselves so that Trudy could join the daisy-chain between them. Trudy lay on her stomach, her face poised an inch or so above Annette’s quim whilst her own pussy hovered a similar distance above Della’s eagerly waiting mouth. She could smell Annette’s still-sopping wet and somewhat read and puffy labia from an evening of near constant sexual attention and could also feel Della’s breath on her own cunt. After a moment, one of the hostesses, Trudy neither knew or cared playfully declared: “On your marks, get set…Go!” At which point fifteen tongues and fifteen cunts came into contact and set to work to achieve the goal of one final set of orgasms. Trudy for her part, munching away on Annette’s clit and lips as Della using a tongue and finger combo worked at hers, wasn’t sure if you could achieve much more. Her tongue ached from all the pussy licking and French-kissing during the evening and she wasn’t sure if she had another orgasm left ‘in the tank’. Nevertheless she persevered for whilst she may have had doubts about getting off, judging by the wonderful sensations emanating from her cunt, courtesy of Della, her pussy had other ideas. Encouraged by her own impending orgasm, Trudy pressed on, sucking and licking Annette’s clitoris as she felt herself nearing the point of no return. As she twirled her tongue around, bringing her own fingers to bear on Annette’s snatch to help hasten her happy ending, she could feel the orgasm begin. Had the women not had cunts and clits in their mouths they would surely have screamed the house down with their cries of satiation. It started with a chain-reaction, a true ‘domino effect’. Trudy was the first to go followed by Annette who was ‘rug-munching’ Karen who was in turn fisting and tonguing Bess. Bess was licking Anna, who was licking and fingering Ellie, who was devouring Jane’s clitoris, Jane in turn was fervently lapping away at Margot’s now-exposed loins, and she was doing the same to Bethan who had her tongue spearing Danielle’s quim, who was doing likewise to Emma as well as rubbing Emma’s nib with her thumb. Emma for her part was running her tongue all the way from the top of Judy’s pussy to the bottom. Judy’s mouth was almost chewing Tracy’s clit whilst she was licking her lover Tamara’s clit for all she was worth, leaving Tamara to bring off Della, thus completing the circle.

All the women shuddered and shook, some quite violently due to the intensity of their orgasms. One or two on breaking contact with the pussy they’d performed cunnilingus on gasped for air or let out a belated cry of pleasure. After a few minutes the women all sat up. Soon, all were up on their feet and making their way to the tables for drinks and the chamber pots – the ones that weren’t full – to relieve themselves. As Trudy walked over she was careful not to get her tights wet or sticky from the patches of drying, sticky girl-cum that lay everywhere (not to mention piss). After taking her turn with the potty, she had a few sips of water from a half-full tumbler she shared with Della.
“I’d hate their dry cleaning bill. Maybe they should have followed your lead and put down sheets.” Trudy said, referring to the wet patches on the rug and carpet.
“Carpet and upholstery cleaners will be here by the time we’re on our way back to Cookham Station.” Della responded. Between them, Bess, Anna & Annette had moved the bean bags back into position, switched off all the small desk lamps and put on the main ceiling light. Anna then ran the bell for the ‘Matron’. A few moments later, the door was unlocked – Trudy had clean forgot that it had been locked – and opened and the woman entered, pushing a wooden drinks trolley and still wearing the face mask, though she lowered it from her mouth and nose, held in place by ear straps when she failed to see any traces of the pink mist..
“Is it time madam?”
“It is.” Anna replied.
“Very good.” The ‘matron’ then pulled out an aerosol can from a pocket in her apron and began spraying surfaces, wiping them down in most cases using a rag stored in another. She then loaded up all the chamber pots onto the trolley and wheeled it out, squeaking as it went.
“Well then ladies,” joined by Anna, Bess took centre stage and began to speak, “Before we all get some much needed sleep, I just wanted to say on behalf of the both of us that this has been a wonderful evening. Thanks for all the many orgasms you’ve given both of us and I hope you’ve had as many also. I’d also like to add that I hope That Della’s send-off and Trudy’s initiation has been as memorable for them as for the rest of us. Anything to add?” Bess turned to Anna.
“Nothing, other than to say that I think a round of applause is in order.” All the women proceeded to clap one another, as did Trudy who was somewhat nervous again as the moment was fast approaching that she’d had the most anxiety about.

As the clapping subsided, the women all started lying down on bean bags, paring up in most cases. Anna & Bess both commandeering one of the chaise longues. Trudy, her knees weak and shaky with nerves gratefully sank onto a bean bag and found herself encircled in Della’s arms. A minute or so later, the matron returned the face mask back in place. She wheeled in a long, thin tank. It was red and looked like the tank worn by a deep-sea diver but longer and more slender. There was a handle at one end and two wheels at the other.
“Nervous?” Della whispered into Trudy’s ear.
“A little.” She confessed.
“Well don’t because, as I said it’s actually quite a nice way to go to sleep.” Della spooned Trudy like she would a cuddly toy. From Trudy’s vantage point she could see the ‘Matron position the cylinder into the centre of the room.
“Ready when you are madams.” She said to Anna & Bess.
“Ladies?” The two women enquired of their guests in unison. Affirmative murmurs reached their ears from most of the others, some sounding enthusiastic.
“You may proceed.” Instructed Bess. There was another bob of the head and the ‘Matron’ turned a tap on the top of the canister. There was a momentary squealing noise and a hiss from the open valve and the ‘Matron’ turned on her heels and promptly left the room, once more closing and locking the doors behind her. Trudy saw Anna and Bess sit up momentarily stretch their arms, fluff pillows and lie back down. Asleep, or rather u*********s as soon as their heads’ made contact with them. All around Trudy noticed through increasingly heavy eyes women pass out before her eyes, some slumping over others rolling over, all with a look of contented bliss etched on their faces. Soon it was Trudy’s turn. Her last conscious thought was to register Della’s grip on her loosen and snoring come from one of the u*********s women, then Trudy was enveloped in blissful darkness.

Trudy awoke feeling refreshed. She sat up and looked around, rubbing her eyes. The curtains were open, revealing nets to stop people looking in she guessed. Sunlight streamed in from outside affording her a view of the brook that flowed into the nearby Thames. None of the other guests were there, only the ‘Matron’ who was getting the room ready for the cleaners.
“Everyone else is in the dining room having breakfast, if you’d like to join them.” Though she wasn’t smiling, the ‘Matron’s’ tone of voice was pleasant and welcoming.
“How long was I out for?” Trudy began as she stood up surprisingly easy - she thought she’d be unsteady on her feet from the sleeping gas.
“About seven hours miss. Newcomers always sleep longer the first time they have gas here. But that’s the only side effect.” Trudy noticed a black silk dressing gown on the bean bag beside her where Della had lain.
“Compliments of the house miss.” She was informed. Trudy put it on, noting just how short it was, it barely concealed her pussy, and padded on stockinged feet into the dining room. All the other women were seated around the dinning table save for Anna & Bess who apparently were upstairs getting changed. All the women wore dressing gowns Identical to Trudy’s, some left theirs undone. All were still wearing their nylons and most of those were laddered and holed and would almost certainly never be worn again. There was a round of ‘Hellos’ & ‘Good Mornings’ from those assembled around the table and after returning the greetings Trudy, selected several rashers of bacon and a couple of sausages from a hot plate and sat down between Ellie and Karen and tucked into a hearty breakfast. The ‘Matron’ brought her a couple of slices of toast and a choice of hot beverages – Trudy chose to have black coffee, no sugar. After finishing off with a bowl of cereal, the ‘Matron’ led the girls to an area at the back of the house where there were showers. The women removed their dressing gowns and nylons and stepped into the showers to purify as much as wash themselves. As Trudy stood under the warm water which helped to truly bring her back awake she half expected the fun and games of the previous night to resume, but other than Rachel & Tamara who shared their shower, having a bit of a kiss and cuddle, there was nothing. Trudy dried off and was presented with her drawer. She dressed – including the tights which miraculously were one of the few pairs worn that had survived to be worn another day.

Dry, dressed and refreshed, the girls – most now bare-legged congregated in the hallway where Bess and Anna, wearing complementary – though not matching – trouser-suits and their hair in buns came to say goodbye to everyone. As each woman said her goodbyes to the couple they kissed cheeks and were handed a box of candles. Trudy and Della were the last to be seen and once more the fact that it had been their first and (possibly) last parties respectively was invoked by the co-hostesses.
“See you again soon.” They said to Trudy as she and the others made their way to the gravel driveway and the mini-bus which had just arrived to take them back to the station. They waved goodbye to Anna & Bess as the bus drove off down the lane, passing a white transit van bearing the name and logo of a company that dealt with cleaning carpets and soft-furnishings. This brought on a wave of giggling among the women.
“So how’d you like your first party?” Della asked a little later on the train back to London.
“I enjoyed myself. I can definitely say that if they hadn’t been before, most of the sexual items on my ‘bucket list’ have been checked off, at least where women are concerned.” Trudy replied.
“And the sleep gas?” Della prodded. Trudy grinned at her in reply.
The women all went their separate ways at Paddington, including Della. She and Trudy, tears streaming down their cheeks promised to stay in touch before Della went to catch a tube train to Putney and Trudy a one to Charring Cross. Trudy had recovered her composure by the time she reached her hotel and after a trip to the loo and a change of clothes, checked out, leaving her luggage in the waiting area whilst she spent the rest of the day shopping and sightseeing before catching her train home to Cardiff.

A month later, Trudy said ‘goodbye’ to her old flat and her old life in Cardiff and moved to London where she soon settled into her new flat, new job and a new life in which sexual debauchery, mainly with other women was a major and defining feature of her life. And once a month, twice in December, she would pile on a train at London Paddington and journey to the house on the banks of the Thames for more wild adventures.

Inspired in part by Bisexual Orgy chapter 2 by Bram Speer found on Literotica.com