'Andrew,' she said all of a sudden, 'I would like you to sit between Hannah and Becky. Gwendolen, would you sit on the carpet at their feet.' She looked carefully at us. 'Not very interesting. I have an idea. Andrew, would you take off all your clothes!' 'Just me?'
I said. 'Just you for the moment,' she replied. 'This seems somewhat unfair,' I said. 'Hannah, Becky!' she called. 'Andrew is being stuffy about this. I think you should help him out of his things.' Before I could protest any further, hands were reaching out. Gwendolen had untied my shoelaces and slipped my shoes and then socks off my feet while jacket, waistcoat, shirt and vest were peeled and pulled off me. Rosie stepped forward and appropriated to herself the job of removing my trousers. As Mr. Pego was all at once exposed to public view, I was suddenly somewhat bashful. I crossed my hands in front of him. Gwendolen reached up from the floor and gently placed her hands on mine. 'Don't deny us the finest sight of the evening,' she said as she slowly pulled my wrists apart. Just as she did so, I felt a finger from behind. Whether it was Becky or Hannah I could not tell. As the cheeks of my bottom were parted, the finger was slipped gently but firmly into my back passage. With a jump, Mr. Pego shot upright. Gwendolen and Rosie both gave a little cheer.
'Quick, sit down!' ordered Rosie. The rest of you, get into position.' Hannah sat to my right. Becky to my left. Gwendolen arranged herself cross-legged at my feet. 'Gwendolen! He's beginning to flag,' said Rosie. Gwendolen turned and stuck out her tongue, letting it play on the tip of my cock. It responded immediately. Then she traced out the line of the blue vein along the top until her hand came to rest at its root. She gave a short squeeze.
'That's it,' said Rosie. 'Cup your hand under his balls. Now, keep very still everyone.' There was a flash of burning powder.
The light seemed to fill the room. I heard the shutter click. Everyone held their breath while Gwendolen held my throbbing prick.
'Wonderful,' said Rosie. 'Now I want everything reversed. Andrew, back into your clothes. Girls, off with yours'!' Grumbling, I struggled back into my clothes. Mr. Pego was by now most unwilling to lie down again and as I tried to force him back inside my trousers, the other three began to undress. At this Mr. Pego became even more unwilling to bend to my will. Meanwhile before my enthralled eyes first Hannah's and then Becky's luscious titties were bared. Next their lovely rounded bottoms were revealed. Lastly I saw with rising excitement their dark and densely furred pussies. By now I was getting quite distressed with my unrelieved need to slip my prick into one of those welcoming quims. 'Andrew,' said Becky, 'I have a slight tickle. Here,' she said, taking my hand and placing it on her bush.
I felt its warmth and then the sudden yielding of her cunt lips as that first slick of wetness lubricated my finger. 'Just a little rub,' she said. 'And a little more.' She sighed. 'Not yet,' said Rosie like some school ma'am. 'That comes later!'
Gwendolen, who had once again closed her hand gently over the engorged length of my cock, paused. 'What about you, Rosie dear?' she said. 'I am certain it would put us all more at ease if you were to appear in the same state of Nature.' Hannah at once went across to help her before she could demur. Gwendolen had in the meantime handed me over to Hannah while she also began to divest herself of all her clothing. Quivering, my hand still engaged with Becky's quim, I saw the full golden beauty of Gwendolen brought to light. What a mouth-watering contrast was there. The dark swelling mounds of Becky's and Hannah's pussies were contrasted with the fair silky down of Gwendolen's. Rosie's girlish, brown-haired beauty that I had examined so memorably on the train to Paddington was bared in turn. I was surrounded by the most welcoming but varied array of cunneys that any man could imagine even in his wildest dreams.
But Rosie was a hard taskmaster. I was forced back into my clothes and made to sit upright between the now naked Hannah and Becky. Looking down at Gwendolen I could see past the golden curls of her hair to her quite outstanding titties and then down again to the half-hidden promise of her pubic treasure. Rosie, naked also, retired behind her camera. 'Smile', she said. We all smiled except I suspect my smile was more like a grimace as I held myself desperately in check, aware of the warmth rising from the eager bodies that surrounded me. Then, just as Rosie bent to her camera, there was a soft knock at the door and Emily slipped in. She paused at the unusual display that met her startled eyes, then pulling herself together said 'Miss Catherine Ferguson and her Cousins have called.'
At once there was a bustle of activity. Hannah and Becky rose to meet their guests. Rosie, a little uncertain of herself now that strangers were arriving, contrived to hide most of herself behind her photographic equipment. Gwendolen stayed exactly where she was, cross-legged on the floor. Catherine, elegant as ever, swept into the room, closely followed by Ian and Donald. With a social poise that I could only admire, she did not hesitate in her stride but embraced first the naked Hannah and then Becky warmly. Without blinking an eyelid, she then turned and gravely offered me her hand. 'I am happy to see you again so soon, Andrew,' she said. 'I hope you got my note.' 'Indeed yes,' I replied. 'It was waiting for me on my return from the West Country.' Ian and Donald has been less successful at concealing their amazement at being so ushered into a room full of the most delicious bevy of undressed feminine beauty.
They stopped dead in their tracks. They gulped in unison. Their eyes quite started from their heads. Then as Becky and Hannah went across to embrace them also, broad grins broke out on their faces. As each was hugged to a naked bosom, I saw both Becky and Hannah, as if each could read the other's thoughts, reach out a discreet hand and reach under their kilts. Both were drawn forward.. 'Gwendolen, Rosie.
May I introduce you to three very dear friends. Miss Catherine Ferguson and Mr. Ian and Mr. Donald Ferguson.' Rosie, shyly came forward. Gwendolen rose with a lithe grace from her seated position.
Ian and Donald gasped at this sudden vision of golden haired loveliness. 'I am delighted to… to…' stammered Donald.
'To be at my service?' asked Gwendolen with a tantalising smile.
'Yes… Yes… To be…' stuttered Donald. 'I hope you can both recover your composure sufficiently to join in the fucking that is about to take place,' said Becky. 'But first, Rosie here is going to take all our photographs. Oh,' she went on, 'How rude of me. Rosie, there is no need to hide yourself away like that. I hope that you are going to take a full part in the events of the evening.' Rosie allowed herself to be led forward and introduced. 'I hope that before long all our parts will be full,' said Hannah. 'I can see already that your Highland Things are showing a considerable interest in what is spread before them.' I realised that mine was not the only cock that was bursting with life and a straining desire to find its way into one or more of the inviting treasure caves that surrounded us. Ian and Donald rapidly tore off their kilts, sporrans and bonnets. As their erect pricks sprang into general view, Becky took one in each hand. 'The staff of life,' she said. 'Two staffs to be accurate.' Rosie laughed, quite put at her ease by Becky's merry conceit. Catherine clung to me and whispered in my ear.'