'We could go behind the hedge,' said Gwendolen, 'and complete the exercise. But Perdita, you must come as well.' 'And in the meantime,' suggested Donald, 'One of us could ride ahead and bring Monty back with the other Sociable.' All agreed that this was the most satisfactory solution to our problem. Gwendolen slipped off Ian's safe anchorage and reached out her hand to Perdita. 'Come, Perdita,' she said, 'we shall have to take him in turns. Would you rather be fucked first or second?' 'I shall come with you to keep guard,' said Cecily. 'And watch,' said Gwendolen. 'I know you too well to think that you will be content with merely standing as a lookout at the gate.' 'That may indeed be true,' said Cecily.
'Already my bodice feels uncomfortably full.' 'But delightfully so,' I said. 'Thank you Andrew, you are most complementary. Would you like to help release me from my bondage?' I realised that our organisation was in danger of falling into disarray and that a lot of to-ing and fro-ing was necessary if we were not to be very late at the picnic place. Also we had to find the missing Rosie, our pedalling nymph. Yet the prospect of once again seeing Cecily's gloriously plump breasts spilling out of her clothing was most alluring. In fact she made up my mind by coming up to me with her hands cupped under her swelling bosom. 'It would be the work of an instant, Andrew, and there are but six small buttons to be undone,' she said. 'I will go ahead as we had decided,' said Donald, and set things in motion.
The Sociable can be steered, although not easily, with only one aboard. If Monty finds that he cannot control it, I have some experience in such things. He can ride my Safety back.' Gallantly he set off. The rest of the party would have to remain on the road with the assorted cycles. 'Quick,' said Cecily. 'I can see that duty demands that you remain with the roadside party, but unbutton me before I go behind the hedge to chaperone the others.' Perdita, Gwendolen and Ian had already disappeared behind the hedge and were safely out of sight. However, a sudden gasp of pleasure and a quiet Gaelic cry of satisfaction suggested that they had already set about their business. Distracted by the sounds and what they signified, I had turned away from Cecily. 'Andrew,' she said, approaching me from the rear and rubbing her still clothed titties tantalisingly against me, 'Pay attention to me or I shall have to seek help elsewhere.' I let her breasts loose. Truly they were magnificent. The creamy fullness of them came tumbling out of her dress. I stood back for a moment to drink in the sight. 'Cecily, they are lovely,' I said simply. 'Just rub them for a moment,' she said sweetly. She guided my hands so that I took their succulent weight in my hands. Her hands clasped mine as I began gently to fondle them. Untouched, her twin nipples rose in excitement like two sap-filled buds. 'We must not get too carried away,' she said with a provoking note of regret in her voice. 'I have to go and take up my post and keep watch.' I became aware that from beyond the hedge, cries of feminine delight were rising up. Either Gwendolen or Perdita, for I did not have sufficient experience yet of either to be able to distinguish between their cries of coming, was being most comprehensively fucked and was enjoying every minute of it.
Reluctantly I released my twin burdens. Cecily leant forward to kiss me sweetly. 'I promise that they will be yours again once we get to the picnic. We have a large jug of clotted cream among the food that cook packed. It was intended to accompany the strawberries, but I am sure that some can be spared. I love having cream sucked off my nipples.' I looked at her. Indeed, her engorged nipples were the size of strawberries, and equally as juicy to the eye. Mr. Pego thrust uncomfortably forward at the sight and the suggestion. 'Sorry,' said Cecily, realising that her generous promise had made my present position worse rather than better. 'I must go, but we both have something to look forward to.' 'There's a thin bit in the hedge here,' said Jack. 'I think I can see something pale moving about just behind it.' We all joined him. If indeed the activities of the three of them were visible from the verge of the road, then it would be only prudent if we stood protectively in front of the thin patch to avoid upsetting any more passers-by. 'It would be wrong to watch uninvited,' I said. 'Judging by the sounds, I doubt if they will notice,' said Catherine. 'Anyway, you can't see properly. One of them seems to have taken all her clothes off.' 'That will be Perdita,'
I said. 'She makes a habit of losing everything she has on. Gwendolen is more used to being fucked and remaining apparently more or less fully clothed. She knows how to behave in Society. Perdita I suspect moves in more artistic and abandoned circles.' As I spoke there came the unmistakable sounds of a woman coming. The cries rose to a crescendo followed by a long-drawn-out moan of ecstasy. From Ian, though, nothing was heard. We all realised that he had to keep himself in check in order to satisfy his second Sociable cunney.
'Gwendolen can be relied on to help Perdita afterwards, if she has indeed mislaid anything,' said George. 'I have noticed that she has a practical streak. I have escorted her to several formal balls and she has always managed to remain a model of seeming modesty and decorum even when, if I may speak bluntly, we have only moments before fucked ourselves silly.' 'Such social graces,' I said. 'To think that she attended the same school as Rosie.' 'She was taken in hand by her aunt, the Dowager Duchess when she came to London for the Season,' said George. 'The Duchess is famous for her exploits among the hunting set in Gloucestershire yet always insists on the strictest attention to propriety when in Town. Although in the Country she is known as the Dowager Quim of Quorn.' 'I thought the Quorn is hunted in Leicestershire?' I said. 'Her Grace spreads her presence widely,' said George. 'She has ridden with most of the more prestigious hunts in England. She has even engaged in following the beagles on foot. She is a formidable woman, especially when laying about her with her crop.' 'I wonder if she has ever been introduced to the chaplain at her niece's school?' I said. 'Rosie tells me that he was known as “Spanker” Paddlebottom. A Cambridge man.' 'I suspect that Her Grace's vigour in these matters would prove altogether too overwhelming for the average school chaplain,' said George. 'His experience must of necessity be restricted to the tender bottoms of his young charges. Her Grace is a dominating figure, well hardened in the saddle and accustomed to command.' Suddenly, up the road, there came a faint cry of 'Halfooo!' In the distance we could see a bicycling Monty, swerving slightly while gravely doffing his panama hat as though in greeting to an imaginary audience. Behind him, Donald was briskly pedalling away on the Sociable with an empty seat beside him. 'We have been making our peace with the local inhabitants,' said Monty when he reached us. 'I actually think they are completely bemused,' said Donald as he joined him. 'First they will have been presented with the sight of a young woman, stark naked, flashing past them on a man's bicycle, perched above the huge wheel like a demented wood sprite. Shortly afterwards they will have seen a runaway gig with no driver but an upturned woman struggling in the back. This will have been followed by a Sociable tricycle with a clergyman pedalling for all he was worth, while his fellow traveller waved his arms in the air and cried out “Filth and Depravity!” No wonder that our return, though puzzling, was quite unremarkable after all they had witnessed earlier.' 'We must gather up our party and set off as soon as the group behind the hedge have finished,' I said.
'I wonder how things are going?' We listened. All we could hear were the sounds of a warm summer's afternoon. Bees buzzed. There was a general hum of insect life. Birds were twittering. 'A sky lark,' said George. 'Bastard toadflax!' said Hannah. 'What?' I said, startled. 'It's a flower,' said Hannah. 'Look, it's growing along the verge.' Suddenly there was a yelp followed by something crashing against the hedge and a bellow. 'Ian and Gwendolen?' said Becky. 'I think not,' said Ian. 'At least I have never heard my brother make such an extraordinary noise.' 'Look!' said Monty.