The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager’s tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director’s tale of how the ‘Wife of Bath’, with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician’s tale was about the husband’s revenge, and the Model’s tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs – with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker’s Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat’s tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter’s related her experience of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards, whilst Jake, the actor, had a delightful story about an African tribe whose Princess found her Prince.
Chapter Eighteen – The Author’s Tale: Which one will win Delia?
The host, Robert, told the group over breakfast that the weather conditions were improving. It was confidently expected that help would arrive the next day. Just seven days after they were trapped inside the roadhouse. Although the guests had taken advantage of their situation, it would come as a relief to return to normal. Besides, the food in the freezer wouldn’t last forever!
So they all set to after breakfast to do the chores, tidy the rooms, and generally restore the roadhouse to its pristine, top class condition, in readiness for a final day of erotic tales, of fun and games. All the guests except Susan and George, had recounted tales of a wide variety. Today, hey too would have a story to tell.
Susan was a novelist. A short jolly lady of thirty-five, with red hair arranged in bubbles. Her green eyes and small upturned nose, were set in a round face. Slightly round shouldered, her breasts were long and pointed to brown cone-shaped nipples resting on her rounded belly. Her stocky thighs and short legs completely hid her private parts but, when opened, showed that the hair had been shaved off her vulva to reveal plump outer lips which did nothing to hide the chunky inner labia protecting a small, but no less accommodating entrance to her warm tunnel. She rarely stopped laughing! She was not as sex driven as the others but enjoyed group sex and could have a sequence of orgasms lasting at least half an hour.
During their stay in the roadhouse, Susan had enjoyed romps in her bed with each of the other men, and with three at a time. But her most enjoyable activities were with the group role play. Nuns and vicars, and the Sultan’s harem. They had an air of unreality about them which appealed to her sense of humour.
Since she discovered some years ago, that her husband George had been having sex on the side, rather than create a bitter argument, she decided to join in sex with other men so that George could watch her having it off. She hadn’t thought that George might find this exciting, but he did and encouraged her in developing their group sex activities. This roadhouse was ideal for the occasional sexual blow-out with discreet friends, eager to engage in similar activities.
As they settled down with their coffees in the morning of the sixth day of their imprisonment, Susan announced that she had a tale to tell of two French students who fell for the same English girl, but which of them she would choose to sleep with was anyone’s guess. She too, was called, Delia. She had a serious boyfriend called Johnnie and expected to become engaged to him when she reached twenty-one years of the age, the following year.
Delia had exchanged letters for two years to a French pen friend called Pierre. It was all part of education then, to encourage young people to learn a second language by these means. Pierre was a university student in Rouen. The following summer, Pierre brought his friend Jacques to stay for a week at Delia’s home. During their visit, Delia, aided and abetted by her mother, indulged in all kinds of silly horse play. The sexual innuendo was obvious but her mother thought it great fun. Needless to say, Johnnie was not too happy with this uninhibited play.
It was arranged for the two French youths to sleep in Delia’s double bed whilst she had made a bed for herself in the small single bedroom. Pierre was a tall handsome youth with a shock of unruly blonde hair, who made it clear that he was after a good time. And all Delia’s lady friends were attracted by his handsome figure and the fact that he was French
Jacques likewise, though smaller and dark-haired, also found no problem in attracting the girls. They soon became the centre of attention of Delia’s college friends. But both Jacques and Pierre fancied Delia. The question was, who would be the one to get her before they returned home? Pierre claimed she was his pen friend, and therefore he had priority.
The two youths were psychology students, which included the study of Eastern philosophies. Delia and her mother found this fascinating but try as they might, Pierre was reluctant to talk too much about it at first.
One evening, after they had been to the theatre with three of Delia’s girl friends, all came back to Delia’s house for a light supper which her mother had prepared. Delia put records on playing softly in the background. It was Beecham and his Royal Philharmonic playing Delius. The girls persuaded Pierre to tell them something about the Eastern philosophies, even though he explained to them that Western religions did not accept the teachings of the East, even finding them objectionable
Many generations of Western religious teaching had created a prejudice in the mind against an open and free approach, in particular to matters of sex.
‘No matter,’ Peggy, the slender dark-haired girl told him. ‘We’re all open minded enough.’
Pierre shrugged. ‘We shall see! All of us, I guess, were taught to be ashamed of our bodies, to cover them up and to ignore the existence of sex.’
He turned to Delia’s mother who was looking uncomfortable. ‘It is not easy to change a person’s outlook, to see it from the opposite direction so to speak. In Eastern religions, hiding sex behind false morality was not the case. Indeed, the opposite was frequently taught, where the body was regarded as a thing of beauty to admire and respect. But who is to say what is right? Each teaching uses the same basic gospels as their starting point to justify their philosophies.’
Enid was enthralled. ‘Tell us something about the Eastern approach.’
‘I obviously am not able to tell you the details in such a short space of time,’ Pierre explained, ‘but the principle is that God made man and created woman from Adam’s rib to be his companion. If he made man in His own image, some argue, then he created woman as His goddess for man to honour, bestowing on her the secret of cosmic mystery.’
The ladies exchanged looks.
‘In some cultures, a naked woman is looked upon with equal admiration and impartiality as that of the unfathomable secret of nature. Man must discover deep within himself the intrinsic mystical value of her secret.’
There were gasps from the girls who were spellbound by Pierre’s soft, modulating voice with it’s French accent. It was almost hypnotic.
‘But,’ he continued, ‘before man can do that, woman must search her own body to find and recognise the goddess within herself. There is nothing ugly in the human form, man or woman. It is a beautiful form made in God’s image. Yet Delia here probably wishes her breasts were not quite so large, whilst Peggy would probably like hers to be larger.’
The friends giggled. ‘True,’ Peggy muttered.
‘It’s a question of Western values, wishing for perfection. But what constitutes perfection? Nearly all bodies are perfect even if different. Woman must learn to accept and respect her body, to explore it’s possibilities and to enjoy its pleasures, both physical and mental. To express her physical nature in total freedom. To move, to dance, to project boldly her sensuality and self. And to participate fully in the act of love worship whilst consciously enjoying it.’
‘Is that why Eastern women dance in that provocative way?’ Peggy asked.
‘Yes!’ Pierre replied. ‘It is part of the ritual. And the act of love, properly conducted with ritual and openness – rather than the clumsy gropings of Western man – comes close to divinity. They argue that it is through this constant quest for spiritual development that we come closer to our maker. Divine intercourse, someone called it’
‘Gosh!’ The ladies were impressed.
‘It isn’t human love as we Westerners might recognise it, but an act of worship between compatible partners where the female body is the idol, if you like, and the coupling a ritual act of worship. We find that notion repulsive in the West because we have been brought up to believe otherwise. We snigger behind our backs at the Kama Sutra, for example, but to people from the Indian continent, that is how they have been taught. How they have been brought up.’
All this was too much for Delia’s mother whose eyes were wide with apprehension and foreboding. She had been brought up to ignore sex, though she hadn’t always succeeded. But to discuss it openly! Never! She didn’t want to upset the others but wished Delia would go to bed rather than listen to this flagrant immorality. In any case, she felt she herself had to leave them. She muttered an excuse and left the room.
Once outside the door she leaned heavily against it for several moments before going into the kitchen to pour herself a recuperative brandy.
Inside the room, the girls were so absorbed that they hardly noticed that Delia’s mother had left them.
‘How do women go about finding their inner secret?’ Enid asked.
‘Through daily acts of physical aggressive exercise, designed to express the female body mad with love, to experience the mystical naked truth about her body and its secrets. To learn that woman is not submissive or inferior to man. But God’s offspring, a goddess to be adored.’