Inside a posh two-bedroom apartment in the Kensington section of London, a half-dozen good-looking girls lounge around in various stages of undress.

There’s Carly, the light-complected blonde, wrapped in a white towel that dips down to reveal her pierced right nipple. A lithe brunette named Alex wears a clingy red thing with no trace of underwear or modesty. And Summer, a five-foot-ten-inch beauty, has big tits, a big ass, and a bustier that does a mercifully poor job of covering it all up. Along with three other equally alluring beauties, they sip wine, munch chicken strips, fiddle with eyeliner, and wait for the party to begin.

Tonight’s party, which is slated to kick off at seven, in about half an hour, promises to be nothing less than an all-out orgy. Twenty or so guys are expected, and there is no doubt that the women in waiting will be plugged, plundered, and satisfied.

According to one of them, Angie, a bawdy blonde with shaved pubes and big breasts, her favorite sexual position is something she calls “airtight skiing.” Come again? Standing naked, she assumes the crouch of a downhill skier, arms extended and fists clenched. “I have a cock in my pussy, one in my ass, and another in my mouth,” she says. “Then I’m using my hands to work two others. That’s as much dick as one girl can reasonably handle at a time. It’s pure airtight skiing, and it is hard. But everybody cooperates and everybody works.”

A lanky fellow named Bobby is the organizer of this commercial event, dubbed the Gentlemen’s Relish Party (named after an anchovy paste that’s popular among British men). Here’s how it works: Bobby puts together a group of half a dozen or so women who have an insatiable craving for cock, then promotes a party on his Website (www.gentlemensrelish.org.uk) and charges men £120 (about $225) each to attend. Paying customers range from executives in suits and ties to blue-collar types to the odd rock ’n’ roller, young and old, fat and thin. They run the gamut of sexual demographics: fast fuckers, methodical fuckers, guys who like to eat pussy and masturbate, voyeurs, exhibitionists. And they’re all — at least on the night that I’m there — totally polite and friendly and looking for a good time. The party lasts four hours, and pretty much anything goes (condoms are required for intercourse, oral sex is bareback).

“I like a lot of cock,” says Kaylee, who has choppy brown hair, a slender physique, and a blunt attitude. As she sips chablis, she gestures toward her husband, a reasonable-looking guy in chinos and a button-down shirt. “We go to swing parties, but there are mostly couples at those things. That doesn’t supply me with enough cock. That’s why I come here.” She has at least one ground rule though: “I don’t like guys coming on my face. They can come on my tits or on my crotch, that’s fine. And I love when they come in my mouth. I like to drink come. When a cock leaves my mouth, it is totally clean. You don’t even need a tissue to wipe it off.”

The women make a few hundred dollars apiece for their trouble, but they don’t consider themselves prostitutes; they are women who love having sex with multiple partners simultaneously. “They’re swingers,” says Bobby, his cell phone ring-ing incessantly with guys calling to see if it’s okay to come up a few minutes early (it never is). “These girls are not averse to taking on five or six guys at a time. There is some anal sex, but for the most part they are very oral, very vaginal, very much into bukkake [having multiple partners come on their face]. Our girls” — Kaylee notwithstanding — “love facials.”

A veteran of the swing scene himself — though not particularly partial to six-on-one gang bangs — Bobby explains that the idea here is to create a gender-tilted swing party. “A lot of guys can’t get into the [swinging] scene because they are single blokes,” he says. “But they can come here and be part of it.” Is there ever a problem with a man not being good-looking enough to get all the action he craves at one of these bashes? Bobby smiles and replies, “A guy’s face is not what the girls here are looking at.”

By 7:30, after a brief meet-and-greet, his words prove themselves true. All six women are sprawled across four double beds, willing to take on all comers. In one room, four girls are getting down in various configurations with 15 or so guys lending tongues, dicks, and fingers to the proceedings. In the adjacent bedroom, two girls are willing and naked, but their would-be partners are — shy. The action hasn’t really gotten going, even though Angie is on all fours, her pussy and asshole at the ready.

Finally a bald nerdy fellow takes the bait. He steps up to her, crouches down, and strokes her clitoris. She moans and grinds her hindquarters in his direction. After about two minutes of this, he steps back and exits the room. Probably the most surprising part of that brief encounter is that the man is her husband. In fact, he is one of a half-dozen husbands/boyfriends/significant others who have accompanied the women here tonight. These fellows are all dressed, not participating, mostly standing around the kitchen/lounge area, drinking beer and talking sports and politics while their women take on the hung and the horny. “My wife likes multiple partners. It’s what turns her on,” says one guy. He shrugs. “I’m here for her.”

Angie’s husband, Stuart, is a bit more pointed. “I get no sexual satisfaction out of seeing Angie with these men, though I know that she loves it,” he says. “Seeing her with women, of course, that turns me on. I am a bloke, after all.” So why did he tickle her clit in front of all those strangers? “It was an icebreaker, something to show the guys that they should join in. I imagine that it served to get things going.”

Mission accomplished. Angie’s still down on all fours, but now she’s getting rutted from behind by a burly black man with an enormous schlong and a machinelike style of fucking. At the same time, Alex, who designs jewelry and has appeared in a couple of porn films, is taking on a Greek stud and jacking off a couple of his big-dicked friends. She pushes her legs back to reveal a pretty, puckered asshole while moaning and click-clacking a barbell pierced through her tongue. Alex’s breasts are boyishly small. She’s petite and athletic, and a hard worker when it comes to sex.

Later Alex tells me that she rarely comes except through masturbation — “I have some kind of a block,” she admits — but at a past party she squirted out a surprisingly powerful orgasm during sex. “I was with three older guys,” she says. “One was in my mouth, one was fucking my pussy, and the other was playing with my clit and jerking off. It was a situation where the sexuality just kept building up, all through the party, until I finally came. I kept thanking the guy who’d been fucking me. But he told me that it was no problem.”

In the thrall of sex, Alex — who says she loves it when come spurts all over her — raises up the volume as a guy starts flicking her clit. Angie, who’s getting plowed from behind, takes note and playfully says, “All that yelling, it is so rude. Somebody gag her.”

One of the Greek’s friends happily complies, sticking a hard cock between her lips, muffling her sounds of pleasure. But she’s a gabby one, and even a mouthful of dick can’t suppress her. Using a hand on the guy’s shaft and licking the mushroom head, she says, “Please, give me your precious juice.” Moments later he complies, unloading a sticky treat upon her lips and face.

Probably the greatest thing about tonight’s shindig is that it really does feel like a party. The girls are friendly, open, and there for the taking. Unlike a typical commercial-sex experience, it doesn’t seem to be anything but fun for all involved. While the money generated by one of these events is nothing to sneeze at — 20 guys at £120 each comes to approximately $4,500 — it’s still a damned good deal for all the no-holds-barred screwing that’s available. From what I see, none of the girls sets any serious limits on what they allow — if anything, they encourage guys to be more sexual. Angie tells me that she is perfectly up for anal (though nobody knocks on her backdoor this evening), and all the girls seem to love every second of any kind of sex. The truth of the matter is that many women can fake enjoying sex one-on-one, but it’s hard to muster a lot of enthusiasm for a gang bang if you are not truly turned on.

The only drawback, for a heterosexual guy at least, would seem to be the close proximity of half a dozen other erect penises. Frequent partygoer Thomas manages to have three orgasms over the course of the evening, and isn’t complaining about the odd dick that might accidentally brush against him. “Once you’re here and into it, you don’t notice the other guys.”

Besides, there are plenty of better things to notice. A couple of hours into the party, everybody’s ready for a break, and the girls and guys gravitate to the lounge’s sofas and comfy chairs. Summer’s down on her knees, lazily sucking a cock. Carly, of the pierced nipple, is having her feet sucked and her clit massaged. She insists that it’s the kind of gentle treatment she’s craving at the moment (never mind that 20 minutes later she’ll have a couple of orifices plugged).

While all of this casually unfolds, a composer named Yuirie stands naked, his huge, uncircumcised cock hanging between his legs. He recounts his greatest Relish Party moment: “The party was nearly over and I was hanging around with a couple of girls; they weren’t tired and were up for some fun. It started out with oral sex. Then I began fucking one while I ate her friend. Eventually I went on to anal sex. It would have been nice to switch from fucking one to the other, but the condoms are a hurdle for that. Nevertheless, it was great. The threesome is something I hadn’t done before, but I definitely hope to try it again.”

As the guests filter out of the lounge and back to the bedrooms, the man Summer has been blowing pulls out his still-erect cock. He didn’t come, and she seems a little let down. “Some of these guys are real teases,” she says. “They save themselves from coming so that they can fuck all night. But I want every guy to come in my mouth. I like to please men. I can come just from giving a guy a blowjob. It hasn’t happened tonight, but it has happened to me before. Oral sex gets me very wet.”

Summer is in love with come. She likes to have it on her face, in her hair, all over her body. “I once did a party with myself and just one other girl,” she remembers. “Forty-five guys showed up, and the night started off as true bukkake. I lay down, and all those guys came on me. It was really lovely.” She hesitates for a beat, then adds, “People can knock it, but they haven’t tried it. It feels wonderful to take all that come.”

One fellow, an older gent who looks and talks like a barrister, lingers with Angie and a skinny, spiky-haired girl named Sarah. He’s introducing them in a gingerly, old-world manner. Then he cuts to the chase: “Sarah, Angie’s been waiting to eat your pussy all night. I really think you should accommodate her.” The girls flirt a bit, and the old guy practically titters. “They’re going to get lesbian with one another. Uh-oh, guess that means I’ll have to get an erection.”

Things start to move in that direction, until Sarah gets hijacked into the bathroom for some one-on-one action and Angie heads off to a bedroom, where a couple of stiff dicks await her. It would be easy to feel bad for the older guy if he didn’t soon wind up with his head buried between the creamy white ass cheeks of Carly. But before the night is over, he does get his lezzie love scene. “He watched us go down on each other,” says Angie. “Then Sarah invited the man to join us. That was exactly the way he wanted it to happen.”

Of all the amazing sexual moments that unfold during this four-hour party, the most extraordinary happens to be the messiest. Kaylee, the petite brunette who drinks come like it’s soda, also loves to have several guys working on her at once. She’s sucking a cock, enjoying a tongue on each tit, and using her hands to guide a guy’s mouth along her pussy. He takes a break from the oral work and prepares to stick a finger inside her when she drops the dick from her mouth and offers an appealing ultimatum: “No fingers. Tongues and cocks only.”

No problem, as an erect dick is already sheathed in latex and ready to go. The guy pumps at her for a few minutes and she screws up her face, leaving the impression that something wild and primal is about to happen within her loins. Maybe sensing this, the guy backs away. She starts circling her clit with her fingers and announces that she’s going to come. Everybody gives her room, and she lets loose with a gusher that sends female

fluids exploding into the air. She screams as it geysers out and soaks anyone within a couple of feet. “I come everywhere,” she says, stating the obvious, out of breath from this mother of all orgasms. “But I need more than one man to make it happen. Here I get the lot of you.”

As 11 o’clock nears, things begin to wind down. Following four hours of almost nonstop sex, most of the attendees have had their fill. Guests get dressed, bid their favorite women adieu, and slowly depart. By 11:30 the only ones left are the girls and their guys. They sit around, still in various stages of undress, swapping stories, drinking beer, sharing gossip about the local swing scene. Most of these folks live nearby and are poised to head home for their final rounds of sex. But because Summer and her husband, Paul, live a few hours outside the city, they plan on spending tonight in the apartment. When they announce that they’re about ready to head off to bed, somebody jokingly cautions Paul, “Better be careful, mate. You don’t know where she’s been.”

Paul, one of the few guys here who actually gets turned on seeing his partner with other men, gives Summer a quick tongue kiss. Then he pulls back and smiles, saying, “Yes, I do. And I’ve been watching her all night.”

As they disappear behind closed doors, it seems clear that Summer’s night of pleasure is just beginning.