Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

Cook and the housekeeper had done us proud. Game pie, a large ham, cold cutlets, tomatoes from the greenhouse and an array of salads, cheese, fresh fruit and bread. Several bottles of a white wine had been wrapped in damp cloths and set down in the shade to keep them cool. A hamper contained the plates and silver. Finally, propped up against a tree, was a gentleman's bicycle. 'Wonderful,' came a chorus of voices as we looked at our feast. 'But where's Rosie?' said Cecily. 'There's her bicycle but I can't see her.' 'She can't be far,' said Donald. 'She's probably in the woods.'

'Keeping out of the way,' I suggested. 'And rightly so. She will have to be severely spoken to. She nearly caused a bad accident with her waywardness. I suppose we'd better go and find her.' 'Let's eat first,' said Gwendolen. 'I'm starving after all my exercise, even if I didn't quite finish it.' Everyone agreed that this was the correct order of priorities and we fell upon the food.

'I'm ready for my next course,' said Cecily some while later. We were surrounded by the remains of our meal. Obviously the country air had had a great effect on our appetites. Almost everything had been finished. Cecily and Gwendolen had been engaged in a low conversation for the last few minutes. 'I want all the men to go for a short walk in the woods. We will get everything properly laid out and we'll call you back when we're ready.' We did as we were told, taking the opportunity to answer the calls of nature. All at once I heard a very odd call of nature. There came a high-pitched squeal, a rustling* a crash of branches and a thump. Rosie had fallen out of a tree.

George and Monty were closest. Indeed Monty only just avoided being dropped on by her naked falling form. They hurried to pick her up. She was covered with twigs and leaves but did not seem to have come to any great harm. As they brushed the foliage off her, she gave a little cry of distress. 'My bum is all scratched! Horrid Nature!' She turned her neat little bottom towards us. Sure enough, there were a couple of scratch marks as well as an angry red patch where she must have made contact with the ground. We crowded round in interest. 'Soothe it someone, please,' said Rosie. 'It stings.' 'You've got the most experience in handling Rosie,' said Donald to me. As so often with Rosie, I was torn between being very annoyed with her and with the enticing sight of her unclothed body. However I decided that I really must reprimand her first for all the trouble she had caused. 'Rosalind,' I began sternly, 'You have behaved very badly indeed -' She burst into tears.

'Don't be unkind to me, Andrew. I have a hurt bum. Make it better.' She snuggled up against me. I struggled to continue my reproving speech on the nature of responsibility and the need for order in society but to no avail. 'Of course,' said George later, 'we all realised that you would not be able to hold out long against her wiles. She was the picture of contrition and her poor little bum was staring you in the face. You kissed her most solicitously and lingeringly. You also licked her most soothingly. I must admit though that I had not noticed she had sustained that injury between her legs that had to be so carefully attended to.' 'It was an oakapple that had become lodged between her cheeks,' I said a mite gruffly. I had a strong feeling that Rosie had managed to get the better of me. 'We were very impressed by your skill in aiding and comforting the sick. You have a healing touch. Florence Nightingale could hardly have done better,' said Monty. I couldn't help feeling that Florence Nightingale would have acted very differently in the circumstances. However I was pleased to be so complimented.

'We're wanted back!' said Ian who was a few yards away. 'I can hear them calling.' Rosie insisted on being carried since the twigs and acorns on the ground hurt her feet. I picked her up carefully and she put her arms round my neck, tucking her head into my shoulder. My hands linked under her tender bum, I followed the others.

As we reached the edge of the clearing I dropped Rosie in surprise. She yelped but I regret to say, I failed to pay her any attention. Spread out on the tablecloth was the most delicious display of strawberries and cream. Mouth-wateringly naked, Cecily was stretched out on a large table cloth. Her legs were parted and her clothes were pillowed under her head. On the crest of each luscious titty was a generously heaped mound of whipped cream. On top of each mound was a neatly placed strawberry. My eye ran down her sumptuously displayed body. Her navel had been delicately filled and her entire pussey was completely hidden by another great confection of cream and strawberries. For an instant I could only stop and stare. Nothing like this appeared in the pages of Mrs. Beeton's Book of Household Management as far as I could recall from my admittedly cursory reading of the text. 'Andrew,' said Becky, 'This is what you were promised. It's all for you but you must promise to finish up every last mouthful.' 'What about everyone else?' I asked. 'Hannah and I have devised an apres dejeuner entertainment for the rest of us.

You can join in later if you wish but in the meantime you'd better take your things off, otherwise I can see you getting very messy indeed.' With the two sisters' help, I made myself ready. At the sight of my released prick thrusting hungrily upwards, Becky could not resist dabbing a big lump of cream on the end. 'That is for Cecily,' she said. The problem of Rosie quite forgotten, I bent down beside Cecily. She smiled up at me and reached out to pull my face down to hers. She kissed me warmly, nibbling softly at my lips.

'Time to eat,' she said. Breathing in deeply so that her breasts rose up like twin meringues, she guided me down to her body.

At first I licked delicately at a trickle of cream that had run down the side of one breast on to her ribs. Carefully, slowly, I worked my way around the lower slopes, sucking gently and tasting the warm flesh under the cool cream. I paused to swallow, then resumed my feasting, working my way around and up first one breast and then the other. More and more delicious flesh was revealed and licked clean.

'Strawberry time,' said Cecily with an excited sigh. I bent over her and nipped the strawberry that sat, firmly embedded in cream, on top of one nipple. I bit carefully into its peak. Then, holding it in my teeth, I rubbed it gently against the true nipple that was now revealed, peeking up through its concealing confection. A spurt of juice ran down my chin and mingled with the cream. Still holding the fruit in my mouth, I lowered myself so that she could reach up and take the full roundness of the strawberry between her teeth. Biting it in half, we chewed and swallowed it between us. We kissed, warm juice staining our lips. Now I fastened hungrily on the exposed nipple, sucking it and teasing it with my tongue. It stiffened and fattened, a ripe fruit under my touch. Cecily began to moan. I turned my attentions to the other strawberry mock nipple, picking it cleanly off and sucking it clean before transferring it in its entirety to her, mouth to mouth. As I returned to the second exposed nipple, I nibbled gently at it while she chewed the berry. As she swallowed, I drew her nipple into my mouth, pulling at with my lips. She moaned again, louder this time. Burying my head between her breasts, I lapped and nuzzled my way down the valley that had filled with juice and melted cream. The salty tang of fresh sweat mixed with the sharpness of the fruit and the sweetness of the cream. Her hands met mine as I squeezed and stroked the firm flesh. She was beginning to heave up and down. 'Go further down,' she gasped. Becky and Hannah appeared on either side of her like two acolytes. As I moved down her body, they took my place, rubbing and kissing her breasts. Arriving at her navel, I ate the next proffered strawberry, my tongue probing and cleaning out her puckered, cream-filled belly button. She giggled, rolling her stomach. 'That tickles,' she said. 'Now for the main course,' said Becky. Again I paused for a moment. Cecily's legs were well parted and she had instinctively begun to draw her knees up.