Once everyone had arrived, there was quite a squash at the kitchen table. Someone had to move Jennifer's wheelchair out into the utility room and I'd found some more fold-up chairs from the garden shed.

Nicole introduced Suzanna by holding up her hand so we could all see who she was. Except Charity, who couldn't see but still knew anyway.

“Everyone, this is my friend Suzanna. She's a solicitor who works here in Tiverton. Some of you may know that Stella's ex, Dave, was caught in bed with a woman in a room in the Tiverton Arms. This is that woman!”

The combined and synchronised intake of breath, and the shocked and surprised expressions of horror echoed around the kitchen. Rover, the cat, was lying in her basket. She opened one eye and prepared for battle. Suzanna smiled ruefully and waved her hand in acknowledgement of her crime while everyone looked aghast.

Nicole continued.

“Suzanna didn't know Dave was Stella's partner at that time. Stella and Suzanna are now fine about it. Yes?”

We both nodded and fist-bumped each other.

“Suzanna is very welcome in this house,” I added.

The combined and synchronised release of breath in a gush of relief echoed around the kitchen, and Suzanna looked a little less embarrassed. Rover closed her eye again and went back to sleep.

“The bruise on Suzanna's eye came from Dave, not from Stella!” Nicola finished.

Everyone stared at Suzanna's face. Her ginger hair hung slightly over her glasses, so no one could see anything until Suzanna took her glasses off and held the hair away from her right eye. There were 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' from everyone except Charity. I looked at her bruise, too. It was much worse than it had been on Saturday morning. It was now dirty yellow, purple verging on black, and red around the edges.

“My eye is fine, he just caught me in the face with his hand,” she explained.

“He deliberately belted you with his fist,” I said.

“Yes, OK. That,” she admitted.

“What do they say about that at your work, Suzanna?”

“They read me the riot act about how people in the legal profession should behave, they postponed my court appearances for two weeks until my eye looks better, then offered to do an Actual Bodily Harm prosecution and a PFA or Restraining Order against him for nothing, Nicole.”

There was a babble of conversation while we all digested it.

“OK, everybody,” Nicole spoke up again. “This is Tess, another friend of mine. She runs a clothes shop in town.”

Tess held her hand up in greeting, and everyone waved back.

“Just for this evening,” I called out. “Would you like everyone to stay together to begin with, for a few minutes? Anyone who wants to can choose partners after that.”

There was another babble of conversation and everyone except Suzanna and Tess began to undress. Soon, those two were the only ones with clothes on. For some reason, we all turned to Tess. She saw that she had an audience, so she slowly and deliberately removed her clothing piece by piece while everyone watched, except Charity who was allowed to feel her.

First off was her jacket, a pretty floral design on a padded jacket. Well, it was quite chilly outside. Underneath lay a blouse with lots of buttons down the front, which she began to undo with Charity helping out. We watched, fascinated. The blouse came off to reveal a nude-coloured balconette bra which held Tess's substantial breasts as if on a sort of platform so they were held up more than a normal bra would do, and were also more visible than if they were in a push-up bra.

She then stood up in front of us all and dropped her skirt, a greenish velveteen mini with pockets. This revealed some sheer tights which looked very expensive unless you owned a women's clothing shop. She kicked her shoes off - a pair of four-inch heels with a greenish satiny look to them - and carefully slid her tights off. This revealed a pair of knickers which matched the balconette in colour and material, not that there was much material. It was the briefest of Brazilian briefs at the front with a thong at the back. She let Charity feel her breasts in their bra and her bottom in the briefs while we enjoyed the sights.

“Go on, Charity, take them off!” Tess encouraged, while we cheered her on.

Charity had felt them enough to know where everything was, so the bra suddenly slackened and the breasts dropped into their normal position, then she found Tess's knickers and slid them down. Tess, now as naked as the rest of us, did a little twirl and then sat down on her chair while we cheered again.

This left Suzanna the only woman with her clothes still on.

“Come on, Suzanna,” we all laughed.

She stood up and took Tess's place on the kitchen floor where we could all see and touch. She didn't seem fazed by being watched by eight women, all naked. Perhaps the recent memory of what happened in this same kitchen only two days ago helped.

She did less of a strip-tease and more of a strip, though it was still fun for us. First off was the same jacket she'd worn on Saturday. This revealed a simple tee-shirt top, blue this time, and a completely flat chest, except we could all see her larger than normal nipples pushing the material out in just two small pinpoints. This came off to reveal her braless upper body. It looked like the chest of a fit male teenager before he grew any hair there.

“Sorry, guys, I've got nothing in the boobs department!” she confessed.

She allowed Charity to feel what we could all see - a flat chest with some extra-sized nipples. Charity slid her hands around Suzanna's chest as if looking for something. She found the nipples, and studied them with her fingers, having searched for but not found any breasts at all. Her nipples were very interesting. Most nipples are sort of round or slightly oval, and decrease in diameter the further they get from the underlying breasts, rising to a height above the areola of only a few millimetres.

Suzanna's were different. We watched Charity discover that her nipples were cylindrical, in other words the diameter did not decrease. They were perfectly circular, not oval. They did not droop under the effect of gravity. And they extended forwards from her flat areolas by twice or three times the normal, giving her no breasts but nipples which raised two sizeable and visible hillocks inside almost any tee-shirt, blouse or jumper.

We feasted our eyes on those for a tick. Suzanna continued with the strip. She kicked off her Converses and dropped her jeans which joined the Converses on the floor. This left her standing with just her knickers on. A different pair to the ones she'd worn on Saturday, but just as girly. It was difficult to make out the pattern on them. Possibly butterflies in pale pastel colours, or possibly kittens or puppies. Or, maybe, all three at once.

She did a twirl in those, then pulled them down to reveal her neatly trimmed ginger bush. She let Charity discover that it covered all the areas of skin where hair grows, but was trimmed to only a few millimetres long. Just long enough and ginger enough to be clearly visible. She displayed this to us all, gave us another twirl and sat down to more cheers.

Various hands extended towards Suzanna, and when she'd figured out what to do she picked two and led them to her barren desert and her two nipples. The other hands followed, eager to feel the nipples and the flatness they came out from. More hands extended towards Tess's full bosoms, and again she led them right to their targets.

We all squeezed and stroked each other's breast areas, including Suzanna's, the babble of conversation rising gradually.

I happened to be sitting between to one side of Suzanna and Tess, with Nicole on the other side. Nicole neatly gathered the four of us into a group while the others formed groups of their own. I led my group into my bedroom and closed the door. The others were already in the other two rooms and, judging by the noise they were making, were having a good time already.

Nicole suggested to Suzanna and Tess that they might like to lie on the bed, so they looked at each other and lay there, one on one side and the other on the other, not touching or even near. Nicole kneeled down on Tess's side and I knelt down on Suzanna's side. Tess reached out to Nicole, who climbed onto the bed and settled herself on top of her. Suzanna, rapidly picking up what to do, turned her face towards me, held my hand and pulled me gently towards her and I laid myself carefully on top of her. I placed my breasts over her lack of breasts, making sure that her nipples coincided with mine. Our faces found their place cheek to cheek and our pussies found their place lips to lips. She began to nibble at my ear which no one had done before at the club. It sent delicious tingles all around my body from the word go. Slowly but surely her tongue flicked around my ear lobe and her lips sucked at the curled top of my ear. Her tongue slipped further into the folds and crevices, delving briefly into the ear canal itself before coming out again.

My vagina started to moisten almost immediately, and it involuntarily began to press and move against Suzanna's. I wriggled my boobs on her chest, feeling again her stiff nipples extending into mine. My hand found a place below Suzanna's armpit, where breast tissue begins if you have any breast tissue. I stroked her side, from her armpit down to her waist. She began to move rhythmically, her chest moving against mine, her mound against mine and her tongue on my ear. I moved my face so it was full on to hers and I put the tip of my tongue between her lips, just touching her teeth. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue, and a good dollop of my saliva, into her mouth all over her tongue, which pushed past mine and carried my saliva and hers back into my mouth.

We sucked and drank from each other's mouths, Suzanna all the while moving her body on mine. Without moving across the bed we rolled over so I was underneath. We carried on drinking our saliva and now she could feel my breasts pushing up against her flatness. She inched her way up my body and I watched as her nipples got closer and closer to my mouth. I think she intended this because she carried on up until her nipples were level with my mouth then stopped. My lips slid to one side of her chest, found a nipple and began suckling it. We rotated once more so we lay side by side with her nipple in my mouth.

I ran my tongue over it, and all around it. It felt surprisingly big in my mouth. I started to suck it.

“That's nice, Stella. Suck harder if you like,” she managed.

I sucked harder. The nipple, big as it already was, seemed to grow in my mouth. Ah, she's got hidden talents, this girl.

“Harder!”

Remembering Saturday morning's instruction that I couldn't do it too hard, I sucked as hard as I could. Suzanna moaned and wriggled ecstatically. Nicole and Tess were also wriggling ecstatically, I noticed, so they were too busy to worry what we were doing.

I sucked harder still. Suzanna found her clit and rubbed it roughly. I changed nipples and sucked the new one harder still. I changed nipples to give them a bit of a rest. Also, my cheeks were beginning to suffer from 'suckitis'. She lay there, her face beaming with joy as I laid into her nipples - surely her breast substitutes since she didn't have any breasts.

I sat up and changed so my face was over her pussy and my pussy over her face. I lowered both ends of me onto her body, put my mouth to her vagina and tickled it with my tongue.

I pushed in a little further each time. She was doing to same to me and after a while, we got into sync. I knew what to do because she was doing it to me, and she knew what to do because I was doing it to her. Somehow our tongues knew what to do by themselves, and did it they did. I was halfway to the boil when she stopped and moved. I looked and wondered what she was doing. She was joining in with Nicole and Tess. Suzanna's face urged me to join in too. I did, of course.

Soon the four of us had found places on the other women's bodies that needed attention, and we were suckling each other's nipples and vaginas in a wonderful game of swap and swap about. The funny thing was that it was equally sexy and a huge turn-on to play with Suzanna's desert plains as it was with Tess's upland hill areas or Nicole's long mountain ranges. Perhaps geographical metaphors don't turn you on, but they do me.

I had a chance to get a close look at Tess while all this was going on. Her breasts were magnificent. Round at the underside, teardrop-shaped each side leading up to her upper chest and a little bit round to her side under each arm. They held themselves in place in whatever position her body was. Perfect curves and symmetry, firm but not too hard or too flabby, and just the right weight you'd want to hold in your hand. A fact I immediately verified when I held one in my hand.

Next, I found myself looking between her legs. A clean-shaven shapely mound led down to two smooth lips which opened slightly to reveal a hole which could expand almost as far as you wanted it to, within reason. As I discovered. While I was studying her, she turned over due to work being done elsewhere, and I found I was looking at her bottom, anus and the same hole I'd been looking at from the front. I ran my fingers between her buttocks, trailing lightly over her closed-up anus with its creases in every direction of the compass and its slightly darker skin colour.

I watched as Tess and Nicole both discovered Suzanna's nipple abilities and set to work both at once, Tess on one massive nipple and Nicole on the other. As for me, I took hold of Nicole's long thin pendulous breasts and applied them to my mouth both at once and suckled her. Her breasts were tanned-looking, the same as her face. Her frizzy hair held its shape in whichever position her head was in, unlike my hair which just flopped around all over the place. Good thing I kept it short. While I pulled at Nicole's teat hoping for some milk, I suddenly realised that Nicole must be mixed race, and I hadn't noticed. Tess dangled her massive boobs in front of me so I suckled them, one at a time. At some point, we all turned over and I found myself on top with Suzanna and Tess suckling me. My slightly pendulous boobs hung down from my chest making them seem bigger than their normal disappointing size. Very satisfactory.

We turned and turned about again, like some body-parts mixing machine which randomly activated itself every few minutes. I found I was looking at Suzanna's pussy with its ginger hair highlighting the lips that lay in the centre of it. I lowered my face into the middle of it all and pushed my tongue through the hair and between her labia, pushing it into her vagina like a bear looking for somewhere to hibernate. I rolled her juice around my mouth and over my taste buds. She tasted sweet and sharp at the same time. I loved it so I sucked in some more of whatever it was. I heard Suzanna's voice change from 'mmmm' to 'yesyesyesyes'.

The mixing machine did another of its changes, and I found myself on my back being attended to by three crazy sexy women, all four of us so ripe for orgasms that it wasn't surprising we all peaked together. There was a moment's silence like the calm before the storm, then our senses erupted in us and we just lay on the bed in whatever position we landed in, and lay there until the world got back onto an even keel again.

We all lay there, metaphorically panting for breath if not actually doing it. The three of them were looking at me.

Nicole laughed, pressing some more buttons within each of us. Tess and Suzanna were laughing too. I saw a light in Suzanna's eyes that hadn't been there before, as I joined in.

We slowly sat up and gathered ourselves to go to the kitchen for our coffees and teas, with Nicole and Tess going out first, leaving Suzanna and me behind. I put my hand out silently on Suzanna, and she turned and looked at me enquiringly. I waited till Nicole and Tess were out of earshot.

“How are your scratches?” I asked.

Suzanna laughed again, the light dancing in her eyes. She showed me her chest, devoid of curves but showing plenty of straight lines - the ones I'd made with my fingernails.

“Fine, slightly sore but I like it that way,” she replied. “What about yours?”

She looked for them around my breasts, then looked between my legs.

“I can't feel them now, but they are there if you look for them,” I reassured her.

“I'll give you some more, any time you want,” she said, her blue eyes piercing right into me.

We all sat in the same places as before, except Jennifer stayed in her wheelchair. Again, the noise of cheerful conversation filled the kitchen. Rover, the cat, gave up trying to sleep and marched out through the cat flap which swung behind her with a couple of bangs, just so she could make her point. However, no one noticed, and within a few seconds she sneaked back in again and settled down next to the Aga.