Jacques glanced up at Pierre with a look of appeal in his eyes. Pierre shook his head. He knew that the first encounter was a delicate exploration which might easily be disturbed and ruined. The girls had made believe that they were alone with their own emotions. It could do more harm than good to interrupt the fragile emotional intensity of the path to fulfilment. An attempt at this stage to fornicate with them would be disastrous for them all. Whereas Pierre knew that time was on their side.
Only Rita failed to respond to Pierre’s spellbinding performance, watching with disbelief as the other three undressed and danced naked. Out of the corner of her eye she could just discern Pierre standing at the door, grasping his stiff phallus.
Enid reached an orgasm, crying out loud, thrashing her hips and jerking her groin. This was followed by a joyous shout from Peggy as her body convulsed, arched and bucked with her climax.
They both sank to their knees with emotional exhaustion, opening their eyes to see Delia, her breasts slopping around violently, moaning and gasping with an uncontrollable intensity until she too collapsed to her knees, fingers rubbing furiously in her patch of hair. A strangled shriek announced her orgasm as she grasped her trembling genitals tightly in the cup of her palm.
Unable to control his excitement at the sight, Jacques had taken out his throbbing shaft with one hand, his handkerchief with the other, and, after a few quick strokes, the former spurted copiously into the latter. During these emotional crises, no one noticed that the music was finished.
As silence descended, Pierre whispered softly. ‘There is no shame in this. Do not feel any embarrassment. No regret whatsoever. You have openly shown that you can find the enjoyment of the goddess within you. You have admitted the delight felt by the goddess part of you at being worshipped at the portals of her fortress. Do not blush. Do not feel embarrassed. Jacques and I will now close our eyes to allow you time to redress yourselves. Of course, we too have shared in your joy and fulfilment. It would not be human to do otherwise.’
Rita was stupefied. Unable to believe it had all really taken place. Too shocked, in fact to be sexually aroused in any way herself.
After a few silent minutes disturbed only by the rustle of clothes, Pierre turned the lights back on, smiling at the girls. His own deflated genitals was now modestly resting inside his underwear but not before having discharged their contents into his handkerchief.
Enid broke the silence with a sigh. ‘That was a wonderful experience, Pierre,’ Enid told him. ‘I have never before unashamedly enjoyed my own body. I’ve always felt so guilty. But now I feel so peaceful and relaxed. Thank you. But I must admit, I do still feel a little ashamed.’
‘Don’t be!’ Pierre told her. ‘God gave you your body for enjoyment and fulfilment. Not to make you ashamed of it. Love it. Explore it. Satisfy it!’
A farewell party was arranged for their final night. All Delia’s friends came along for an evening of games and fun, including Johnnie and two other boy friends, to have a good time and to say goodbye to the French pals. There were more girls than boys. Of course, news had gone round the girls about Peggy, Enid and Delia’s having danced naked, and the way Pierre had explained the excitement and mysteries of Eastern philosophies. This made Pierre popular with all the girls.
During Postman’s Knock, together with the other kissing games, Pierre took advantage of his popularity by fondling as many breasts as he could. In the dark, his own bulging groin was handled more than once by clumsy, excited hands, leaving him wild and horny.
During the game of Murder he very nearly made it with Peggy, who whispered to him behind a settee that she felt much more relaxed about her sexuality after the experience of other evening. She let him caress her small breasts, making no objection when his hand stole up her skirt probing her thick forest of hair to fondle the wet lips of the slit inside her damp knickers.
In fact, she reciprocated by sliding her own hand gown the front waist-band of Pierre’s trousers, pushing her stretched fingers over the stiff shaft of his cock. Had the bell not rung and the lights come on, he would surely have jerked himself into her hand. She gave his cock a squeeze before removing it.
Jacques, on the other hand, the quieter boy of the two, had rather more success than Pierre. A passionate kissing session with Enid during the Murder game had resulted in him groping between her thighs, actually spurting into her knickers as she pressed his thrusting cock against her rough hairy groin. It was something that she had never allowed her boyfriend to do! But this was different!
Jacques had also managed long probing feels in the knickers of two other girls, both of whom had responded by grasping and stroking his hard erection with evident enthusiasm. Certainly one of those girls had managed to stifle an orgasm but he wasn’t sure about the other. He was as horny as hell! Their boyfriends were blissfully unaware of the thrills their women were having.
Johnnie had managed to keep Delia away from the French boys during most of the games, kissing her openly to show the others that he was Delia’s mate. They had probed each other passionately during the evening, but Delia had found herself more than once stealing jealous glances across at Pierre, cuddling with the other girls.