Valentine’s Day, that dreaded day where couples swoon over one another, smiling smugly as they Eskimo kiss noses and incessantly giggle at the other’s mediocre jokes, rubbing salt into the wounds of any involuntary singletons that may be watching them. The day where single women like Zoe die of loneliness with no-one other than a hoard of cats who also bear no loyalty to them, eating the flesh from their corpses as soon as the signs of life has left their bodies. Well this was Zoe’s bitter outlook on the day only a week ago as she was newly single after having her heart ripped from its cavity like some Frankenstein’s monster, love interest hybrid...but today, Valentine’s Day itself was much different.
Now Valentine’s was just another day, Zoe was indifferent and had a new outlook on life. If she thought about Tracey, sure, she’d no doubt feel a twinge of sentiment for the good memories, but she wasn’t even entering her mind today as tonight was the party, the ultimate Valentine’s party…
Zoe had practically skipped through work that day, her colleagues no longer worrying about her and just so proud of how far she’d come in such a short time. The single folk amongst them had offered for her to come out with them that night after work, but she’d cheerfully declined, telling them that she was already attending a party.
6:42 pm, the time was almost here, Camille would soon be picking her up as they were attending together and meeting Anya and Megan there. Like the days gone, she applied her deep red lipstick at the hallway mirror and adjusted her outfit so that it hid away the lace up corset that sat against her body. She looked through the eyes of her likeness and smiled with an expression that needed no spoken word to express the underlying pride she felt for herself.
Zoe climbed into the passenger seat of Camille’s car.
“Hey loser” Zoe grinned pulling her face into hers, giving her a little tongue tango while she was there and finishing with a sultry gaze into one another’s eyes.
Camille smirked, her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
“You ready for this?” she questioned, although rather rhetorically as she knew that both herself and Zoe were so extremely prepared and eager for what they were about to do.
They entered the destination address into the satnav and followed its directions for what must have been only forty-five minutes but seemed a lifetime due to them both being so turned on, exchanging mutual horny looks at one another throughout the journey.
“You have arrived at 135 Carson Hill” the satnav eventually stated in its monotone, robotic manner indicating that they were finally where they’d been itching to get to.
Camille parked up and opened the passenger door for Zoe as she attempted to exit the vehicle in a graceful fashion despite the stilettos she adorned that were so high they felt like they were elevating her head into the stratosphere. A chivalrous Camille acknowledged her struggle and took her hand in order to balance her.
“They are some sexy heels, but wow, how do you walk in them?” Camille laughed. She giggled back as she attempted a step.
“You don’t, I think someone has to carry you.”
“Heave ho,” Camille said as she put her arm around her waist, supporting her under the arm closest.”
“Heave ho, she snickered giving her a playful slap with her other hand. “What are you trying to say?”
“Oh nothing...I’m just wondering are the doorways going to wide enough to get that booty through…”
“Oi, I will squash you with this thunderous booty if you’re not careful!”
“Oh please do” she answered winking as she patted her bum.
Their poking fun at one another halted as they rang the doorbell and stood arm in arm waiting with bated breath for their call to be answered.
From a panel of frosted glass at face level they could see movement as a figure walked toward the door, a woman dressed head to toe in black leather kinkwear promptly answering.
“Hello, you must be Zoe and Camille” she smiled warmly shaking both their hands and ticking their names off the list on an A5 notepad she was holding.
“My name is Jolene, I am your host for this evening”.
Jolene was a tall woman with dark hair which was slicked back into a sleek ponytail with not a hair out of place. Her lips were decorated with a thick lipgloss compounded with a mix of red and purple hues, probably best described as plum. Heavy eyeshadow lay upon her deep-set brown eyes complimenting the black leather that clad her slim, enviable figure.
She ushered them into a large living room which was filled with people conversing casually. Some already down to the racy underwear, perhaps veterans of the swinging party environment and familiar with the routine, others not quite having worked up the confidence just yet to strip off their daily get-up.
Zoe spied Anya and Megan, doing her best to stroll over them with Camille’s assistance.
Megan was sat on the end of a cream leather three seater couch which was layered with a barrier of plastic sheeting, presumably for protection from the sea of bodily expulsions that may be soon littered around. Beside her was sat an extremely ample-bosomed women who despite wearing a top, may as well have been in underwear already that little while to the imagination. She held a glass of red wine in her right hand as she chatted to Megan, periodically flipping her auburn hair over her shoulder seemingly flirting.
Anya stood to the side of the couch with what appeared to be the partner of the large breasted lady.
“Ah Zoe!” Anya noticed her seemingly mid-sentence to her conversation partner who turned to look at Zoe and Camille, undressing them with her eyes. “Excuse me, Georgina.” Anya motioned her head in the direction of the new arrivals to this woman whose body language seemed to be expressing a keen interest in them.
Anya moved over and greeted Zoe with a kiss to the cheek.
“Hey Anya, this here is Camille.” Anya and Camille shook hands, Anya then introducing Georgina who was a rather athletic lady possessing tattooed sleeves on both arms, from what Zoe could make out were various designs including the obligatory koi carp and tribal patterns with inked foliage and floral images travelling the length and breadth of one of her arms. Zoe felt herself getting wet; she’d always had a thing for inked skin but had never been with anyone who had extensive tattoos, the interest was seemingly reciprocated from what she could tell by the eye fucking she was giving her.
By this point Megan had ascended from her spot on the sofa and was also greeting Zoe and Camille, introducing her generously proportioned friend as Kylie.
Everyone chatted, working the room as best they could attempting to get acquainted with as many of the people that they would soon be shagging. The hostess, Jolene made her way to the front of the room and tapped a spoon on the edge of her wine glass as one would do when preparing to announce a toast.
“Thank you so much for coming everyone, make yourselves at home. No room is off limits for your fun but please don’t remove any of the plastic on top of the furniture. There are hand towels and wipes for cleaning yourselves up in each room, please feel free to make use of them. Please enjoy your night and come and speak to me should you have any issues or questions” and with that she raised her glass and drank, everyone else holding a drink doing so in succession.
By this point, a smattering of people throughout the room had commenced foreplay, two sets of couples taking turns of kissing one another, hands slowly moving to remove the clothes they wore. Some people gawped, others catching the gaze of potential partners whom they found attractive and initiating contact, following in a similar fashion. Zoe sat with Megan and Kylie spectating the unfolding sensual scene in front of them. Megan took the lead and kissed Zoe and Kylie in succession, Anya, Georgina and Camille watching from the side their hands moving toward their crotches, unzipping their jeans and putting their hands down one another’s pants.
Zoe, Megan and Kylie’s speed of removing one another’s garments was beginning to pick up to an enthusiastic pace, almost so that seams were nearly torn and buttons nearly ripped off. Zoe and Kylie now effectively naked, stood in front of one another, engrossed in a passionate embrace, body to body, breasts to breasts. Megan brandished a large dildo which she’d brought along and pushed it up inside of Kylie, kneeling on the floor as she inserted three fingers up into Zoe with her free hand. The two women simultaneously moaned with pleasure.
By now, the ladies watching and pleasuring one another with their hands were well and truly ready for some heavier action, Georgina took Zoe by the hand and bent her over the arm of the couch so that her face was level to Kylie’s sensitive area, Kylie lying atop the plastic and leather. Kylie writhed as Zoe pushed her tongue into the wet cavity of her pussy and licked it like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.
Georgina, having not long put a strap-on around her groin area, penetrated her from behind, holding her at the waist, enjoying her breasts with the palms of her hands as she took her vigorously. Meanwhile, across the room, Anya had also adorned a strap-on and was fucking a woman who had come dressed as a promiscuous police officer. She’d used her own handcuffs on her after she’d roleplayed an arrest on her, attaching her hands at the wrists to the leg of a pine coffee table at the edge of the room, her spreading her legs so that they made a ‘V’ to give her the easiest of access. The policewoman screamed in pleasure, her officer’s hat falling off her head, a naughty nurse who had presumably accompanied her now rubbing her clit whilst attending to her own with the other hand as Anya’s large, fake phallus entered the officer over and over.
Georgina and Camille were now taking turns of screwing Zoe and Kylie with their strap-ons. Georgina inside Kylie on all floors noticed Megan motion to her with the dildo in a manner that said ‘you want some?’.
Amidst her current pleasure she gave an approving nod and smirk. Megan moved behind her as she was still moving in and out of Kylie and held her partially still as she pushed the rubber phallus with vigour up inside her. Georgina continued thrusting into Kylie as best she could through moments of pleasure where she had to stop momentarily, losing her rhythm and focus. Megan smiled observing every nano-expression her face made as she satisfied her from behind.
Jolene and her well-endowed, strap-on adorned fuck buddy had taken notice of Zoe and Camille who were deeply enthralled in a 69er position. Jolene started toward Zoe and commenced licking her perineum, double the tongues now flicking where they could reach.
Camille’s rubber cock was deep at the back of Zoe’s throat, but despite her pre-occupation, she’d noticed the extra action her pussy area was getting and was trying to moan, but the swell of rubber had blocked most of the noise.
It turned Camille on so much seeing Jolene’s mouth so actively caressing where her own did at Zoe’s soaking vagina, she could feel herself building up to a climax which she knew could be so far down into her throat if she quickly removed the strap-on. She couldn’t hold herself off anymore and gave into the euphoria that was taking over, quickly moving off the strap-on and squirting straight down Zoe’s trachea.
“Come and help me Jay” Jolene gestured to her friend who had been stood simply spectating while simultaneously pleasuring herself. Jay nodded and moved around into position, her strap-on felt like cast iron as it entered Zoe, Jolene hand on her clit and Camille was now collaborating by caressing her erect nipples. Their combined efforts meant that it was literally a matter of seconds before Zoe was at her absolute limit of being able to delay orgasm. She squealed, her back arching as she could barely control her body as she piqued. As she relaxed, she took a mental snapshot of that moment, an oversized rubber cock inside her, a gorgeous woman’s hand upon her nerve-dense area and her only days ago, platonic friend’s titillating grasp on her breasts.
She noticed the action happening in the room around her, people enjoying one another’s bodies and becoming one, the noises of pleasure and naked skin against skin painting a vivid canvas of beauty and carnal gratification.
This was a defining moment for her, on why in only a week she’d successfully become a person of spontaneity and living life to the full. A week ago in her mind, this time on Valentine’s would be unbearable and lonely, yet now here she was having the time of her life and anything but lonely. She lay back in contentment and enjoyed the show around her.
The night bore on with plenty more satisfaction had and fantasies fulfilled. Eventually, the time came for the party to be wrapped up and everyone saying goodbye to one another, bonded like old friends and experiencing the ultimate intimacy with one another.
Zoe and Camille stepped out into the midnight air, Camille putting her arm around Zoe in order to support her as she walked as well as keep her warm. She didn’t feel the pain from her shoes, nor did the single figure temperature against her skin bother her...her pleasure receptors were so flooded that nothing could have brought her down in that moment.
They got into the car and looked at one another, a reciprocal giggle erupting between them.
“That was awesome.” Zoe stated
“Yeah” Camille sighed. “I’m there with you.”
“What a week this has been” Zoe laughed turning to face Camille. “You know what, I think we should have a night out tomorrow. With the girls, no sex parties, no outdoor fun, no dungeons. I just want a standard night out with wine and maybe a nice bit of pizza.”
“I’m up for that” Camille chuckled starting the car up. “We should try that new pizzeria in town, what do you think?”
Zoe put her head back against the seat, “I say yes to that.”
