seems to haunt his dreams, whereas with Sylvia he has the close reality. “Why do we not have a picnic?” he opined. I thought it a capital idea. “A fuck al fresco?” I could not help saying, at which he put his fingers to his lips at such a wicked word, besides which Sylvia chanced to come in.
Having greeted me, she asked, “What were you talking about?” “A picnic,” I said, for I felt it might come better from me than from Dick. “With Alison and perhaps others,” I added. Sylvia twisted up her nose a little. “With Alison?” she echoed, and I suspected the return of a little jealousy there, even though she had sent her friend a birthday present. “Four's company-or six?” I rejoined merrily enough, which seemed to appease her, though she said a little fretfully, “I do not know anyone else we could invite.” Of course, she did, but was anticipating certain circumstances. “Have you never heard from Maude?” I ventured. Sylvia shrugged and said, “Oh, I do not know her very well. Scarce at all in fact. Besides, she ran away.” So saying this, she curled her lip as if she were the Great Adventuress herself! “Perhaps she would like such an outing. We could go to Chaileybury Place, for it is otherwise deserted at this time of year.
I know the owner, Lord Beckforth and his wife. They are away, but would be pleased to allow me free run of the estate.” “There would be servants, though,” Sylvia said grumpily, at which-determined to alter her mood (and, besides, she had quite given herself away in saying that)-I tickled her and made her laugh, while Dick beamed at the both of us. “Oh, very well,” she said at last, “but Maude will think it forward of me, I've no doubt.” “It she does then she will reply that she is otherwise engaged,” said I, though having little doubt of the outcome from all that I have previously heard. We both know that girls do like to be naughty together sometimes, for they feel that it excuses them and also gives them comforting that they are not alone in it. You see, I use psychology, too, you darling wretch! Well, Maude answered Sylvia's note that she would like to but could not come alone and so would bring her Mama! I did not tremor at the thought. Dick murmured fretfully that it would put our plans awry. I did not satisfy him completely as to that and with the merest hint or two that Adelaide was not so stuffy as might be thought, left him to brood upon it. It was inevitable that Horace should accompany Alison, though I'm sure she did not want him to! At any event, they arrived first on the appointed morning and she and Sylvia were very cagey with each other, that I can say. However, the arrival of Maude et Cie drew them together out of curiosity. Adelaide looked statuesque but beautiful, and uses kohl about her eyes in daytime.
Well! But unexpectedly there came as well her brother, Vivian, a man of quiet aspect in his late thirties. Had he discovered her newfound voluptuousness? I was all agog to know! Or was it all to be very dulled by his presence? At any rate, we wasted no time in getting off.
Two carriages were needed, of course, and the picnic baskets piled on top. I thought, Julie, of your own picnic venture and wondered much if ours would be the same! At any rate, it was a perfect day for it-blue sky and Small cottonwool clouds, and such a great, tall oak to shield ourselves beneath when we arrived. But of course you do not wish to hear all the tiresome preliminaries. I had made our presence known to his Lordship's housekeeper and assured her that we wished for naught. The tree I chose for us to settle under was a full five hundred yards from the house, in case any stray servants should decide to peep. Perhaps they did and saw us as tiny, distant figures in our amourous endeavours! Yes, we came to that, and to my great surprise (delight!) Vivian began the merriment by idling his hand upon his sister's thighs while we were finishing off the wine. “Vivian, really! Do not do that,” she murmured, having all eyes upon her, which she otherwise might not have done if she had but kept quiet. I saw then, as you might well have done yourself, the opportunity to raise the curtain, as it were and asked, “Why? Are you ticklish then, Adelaide?” She was ready to reply then “No,” but perhaps having eaten less and imbibed more wine than most of us, Vivian cried out teasingly “Yes!” and bore her full back on the grass. Such events are as a finger to a trigger, as you once or twice have said. Adelaide's legs kicked up (purple stockings and white garters, dear!) and she squealed no end as Vivian tickled underneath her arms. “YOU ARE-you ARE ticklish, Adelaide!” I declared, and, springing up, laid myself on the other side of her to Vivian and let my own knees show. “I am not!
Get him off!” she shrieked, whereat-he very boldly, so I thought-seized her chin and brought his mouth on hers while I prevented the fluttering motions of her hands that would have blindly pushed her skirt back down. “N… n… not in front of…!” she spluttered, but unable to conclude the sentence as his lips ground into hers. How strange men are! I read all in a moment, or so thought I did. He had perhaps attempted to caress her before this and she, in some mood or another, had spurned him, or was perhaps fretful that they would be disturbed. But no doubt Vivian-in a very larky mood-thought she could struggle less before an audience. Perhaps he meant only to kiss her-one does not know. “Oh, Mama!” cried Maude and would have jumped up to assist her fretting, wriggling parent had not Dick seized her waist and bore her down in turn. “She is enjoying it-let be,” he murmured and set to kissing all about her face and neck, which, proving an amourous signal, caused Horace to enlace Sylvia and so treat her gallantly in turn. “No, do not!” Adelaide was moaning, seeing none of this but no doubt hearing dresses rustle.
“Let him, you silly-we are not observed,” said I (which was in small part true, but only in respect of strangers!). I could not resist and ran my hand full up her legs to taste her plump, rich thighs. Seeing then the frilled legs of her drawers, to which territory perhaps he had not previously been invited, Vivian joined me in groping and caressing her while Adelaide at first continued to heave and struggle. Delighted as I was to find her wearing split drawers, I fingered first her cunny, soft and fulsome as it is, and then as it were exchanged places with Vivian, taking her mouth beneath my own and she bumping her bottom all about. “Noooo! Do not let him! Oh, the girls!” she moaned. “Shush, you silly, they are not neglected. Let him,” I urged, being very well aware by Vivian's movements just behind me that he had knelt between her legs, which thus he held apart. “I have long wanted to!” he groaned and then with a gasp from both was full upon her and his trousers down.
“Oh my god, no! Stop him do, oh, stop him, stop him!” Adelaide blathered on and sobbed like a girl beneath my mouth. “Open your legs more-let him see your worth,” said I… this being another name for it that I invented on the spot! Behind me sounded gurgles as Maude and Sylvia both had their knickers taken down. Pressing on Adelaide's shoulders while her face turned sideways, this way, that, I witnessed the not unmoving sight of Vivian plunging his knob between the rolled lips of her slit and ruffling up her clothes as he so did so that their bellies came full warm and bare together. “YAH!” squealed Adelaide. She made to fend me off (not with much strength!), but I held her wrists above her head while her brother took possession of her dell and brought his pubic hairs to grind upon her own. The witch-her knees bent up immediately and she received him full.
“Good girl, I shall not have to spank you now,” I teased. Her eyes looked glazed and then his face descended upon hers and lovingly their mouths absorbed each other's. I turned, sat up. The couple heaved and murmured, moaned, as lovers do. His balls went smacking underneath her bum, the frilled split of her drawers quite tickling up his cock as it emerged and then sank in again. Quite close to them, unheard, unseen, knelt Alison, her face aflame. Adelaide's firm fleshy thighs, drawn up as they were and rimmed halfway by her dark stockings, looked lustrous in the light. “You like to watch?” I asked and Alison, not looking at me, nodded. “He… he is her brother,” she intoned, whereat I coiled one arm around her waist and reached to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Yes, and he is putting her to his cock. It is perhaps time,” I murmured lazily, imploring her then to tip her tongue out at the corners of her lips and so touch mine. She did so as I fondled both her tits, our cheeks warm together and her eyes as hot as I have seen any girl's. Reaching behind, I gathered up her dress and fondled the firm fleshy globe of her derriere.
“Pull… pull them down,” she murmured, never taking her eyes off of the enlaced pair, who were in full and passionate flight with little grunts of pleasure coming from their lips and Adelaide's fat derriere working amourously. “And your bodice; show your tits,” I murmured lewdly while I drew her nether garment down. With trembling fingers she obeyed, her nipples rigid, sticking out their fiery points I could not help but flick while entering up my thumb within her nether hole. “You like it best there, do you not?” I murmured.
Blindly slipping her tongue sideways out to mine again, she murmured hotly “Yes”-but would have then said anything! Of course, I have neglected in this brief telling the ebats of the others, but as you will well guess, Sylvia and Maude were being fucked respectively by Horace and by Dick, who at least then found new niches for their cocks. “Oooh-er! Oooh-er!” sounded all behind us then, but we-observing better as we were-turned not our glances on them. What a circus, though, and Vivian at full pelt, his buttocks flashing! “Ah, do it to me, darling, do!” husked Adelaide, her arms tight around his neck, her shapely thighs enlaced about his waist.
“You, too, must be watched after this, my sweet,” I whispered to Alison. “Hoo, yes!” she sobbed and rolled her bottom- where last night, I suspected, her guardians cock had been-to my thumb. Behind us was pure satisfaction, breaths a-rush and bellies smacking loud. Then Vivian tensed and half withdrew his prick, poised for a moment thus and moaned, “Pray let me do it in you-let!” “Oh, give it all, my darling do, oh, give it all!” responded
