In part 6 of the Lifestyle Circle's summer holiday, after Saturday night's Couples Night, the question hangs in the air,
"What will Sunday bring?".
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Emily slowly crosses the thresh-hold from deep sleep to that half awake
world of REM sleep. Jack's body is tight in behind her, sharing their
warmth. In her half dream state, fragments of memories of the past two days
come back. The warm spooning fucking of Friday night. Of waking Saturday
morning with the guys going out, then the girls comforting Fanny then
joining together in a fabulous orgy of pleasuring each other. Then the guys
returning with oysters, of their oysters and champagne breakfast, then more
joyous fucking with them, of oystergasms. Saturday afternoon on the beach
was lovely and warm and relaxing. Then there was that wonderful bathing in
the pool of spring water, of soaping each other up, of dancing with joy,
then cleansed and refreshed by the rain. Saturday finished with the gentle
loving of their couples night.
But as she became more wakeful, there was no morning glory of wet desire.
Her private parts weren't sore as such, but for the moment, she was fucked
out. The words of that film title drifted across her consciousness, "Never
on Sunday". She drifted off into deeper sleep again, totally relaxed in the
warmth of Jack's body.
Emily's feeling must have been common through the group, since the sun was
well up before there was some general stirring. No-one was jumping up, there
was no sound of sexual activity.
Eventually Emily climbed off the bed, and due to the coolness of the
morning after the heat of the day before, she reached into her bag and
slipped on a long thin tee shirt that doubled as a skirt, not bothering with
underwear, and slipped off to the bathroom.
When she came back, others were up sitting on the edge of bed, stretching
and yawning. Seeing Emily dressed, the others, feeling the freshness of the
day, decided to follow suit.
Perhaps it was nudity that was Never on Sunday!
The guys, perhaps due to aching arms and legs from their board riding, were
last to arise. The girls sliced fruit for breakfast, with orange juice, and
coffee was put on to percolate. Perhaps, champagne was 'Never on Sunday'
either - well at least in the morning.
The girls took their breakfast out to sit on the east-side veranda, taking
in some warming sun-shine. They smiled as they saw the guys slip out, one by
one, dressed just in shorts, to go out back and 'water the lemon tree'. They
eventually joined the girls with mugs of coffee. Emily suspected that there
were some hang-overs as well.
The guys were talking of going surfing again, but none of the girls were
interested in the beach today. The light northerly breeze was rolling some
waves down the length of the cove - should be perfect for surfing. Tess
piped in, "Would you mind building a good fire in the pit before you go. I want to
do some baking this afternoon and I'll make a stew for dinner. So I'll
need a good supply of solid wood to get a good bed of embers". The guys raced out back to the wood heap - the sooner this chore was
done, the sooner they could hit the beach.
As the guys collected their surfboards, Trevor excused himself with "I'm not surfing today. Pat and I are going for a bit of a hike to explore
the sand dunes".
"Likely story" thought Dick to himself. The guys took
towels and bottles of water, skipping lunch, and headed off. The others
snacked on some sandwiches before their afternoon plans. Pat and Trevor with
a blanket and water bottle, headed off into the sand dunes. Emily wasn't in
to cooking, so took a book out onto the veranda.
Tess and Fanny scrounged through the cupboards and found a couple of cast
iron 'camp ovens' - heavy pots that can sit in the middle of the fire pit.
One would be perfect for the stew. The other pot gave Tess the idea of
making a loaf of damper bread. Fanny found some individual pie flans which
would be good for dessert pies.
They found a bag of flour, salt and oil. They divided up the ingredients
and Tess mixed up some dough and proceeded to knead the dough for the bread.
Fanny made up a different dough for pie crusts, which was then divided, half
to top the stew and half for her dessert pie flans.
With the bread dough set aside to rise, they worked the pastry dough and
put it aside. It was now time to turn to the stew. Tess lightly braised the
steaks and sausages recovered from the rain-soaking from the day before.
Once browned, she cubed the meat.
Fanny started preparing the vegetables, peeling and cubing potatoes and
onions. Carrots were scraped and diced and placed in the seasoned broth in
the pot. She reached into the bag for the last carrot, and on pulling it
out, gasped, "Wow! Look at this. Who do you think this reminds you of, Tim or Dick?". Fanny took her paring knife and proceeded to very carefully carve the
end of the carrot into a penile glans shape. "Definitely your Dick"
replied Tess. "No, I think it looks more like Tim". Fanny lifted the
carrot cock to her lips and with some slow licking, pronounced "Yep, definitely Tim".
"Well I think this requires some in-depth investigation" came back
Tess, taking the carrot from Fanny. She lifted her top and rubbed its glans
across her slit. She drizzled some saliva over it and gently worked it into
her cunt. "Well the tip is definitely your Dick, but the shaft is definitely thicker
like my Tim. And I've fucked his more than you so I would know!".
"Are you saying my Dick's cock is thin?" came back Fanny. "Here, Let me try it too!" she continued, taking the now slick vegan dildo from Tess and applying it
to her own cunt. "Fuck, I think your right!" she exclaimed.
"You really are a wicked woman" said Tess, taking the carrot back, thinking twice about washing it. "This will be OK once it's cooked" she continued as
she placed it across the pastry topping the stew. "I think our natural 'seasoning' should add something to the flavour!".
"There's still something missing" came back Fanny. She rummaged
round in the vegetable box and pulled out two small onions, which she peeled
and placed appropriately at the root of the carrot. "What do you think? Jack's jigglers?".
"This should be a fun dinner," said Tess, planting a sloppy kiss on
Fanny, who placed her hand around Tess's neck and pulled her in for some
deep tongue work.
Fanny pulled away, saying with a smile, "But we have some desserts to make first". She proceeded to roll out the pastry and lined the eight small pie
flans. From the fruit basket, she retrieved four large peaches. Slicing them
in halves and removing their stones, she said to Tess, "I have something very special in mind".
Using her paring knife, she carefully carved the peach halves with an even
more realistic slit. Finding some glazed cherries in the cupboard, she
placed a plump red cherry in the hood at the top of each slit. She topped
them with a sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon spice mix.
It was afternoon time, so they made coffees and took them out on the
veranda to join Emily. Emily hadn't heard the goings on in the kitchen,
being absorbed in her book, 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'. "Did you know this isn't entirely a dirty sexy book. It's really about the
Victorian taboo of class boundaries. I feel sorry for Lady Chatterly, who
is looked down on because she fell in love with the working class
gardener".
Meanwhile, out in the sand-dunes. Pat and Trevor had found a secluded
little love nest. The grassy dunes sheltered them from the cool sea breeze,
providing privacy and a soft bed for their blanket. Their shirt and shorts
of the morning had been discarded and they spent the afternoon in wonderful,
gentle, passionate love-making.
With coffee finished, Tess and Fanny stoked up the fire-pit and set the two
pots, damper and stew, atop to slow cook for several hours.
The breeze had swung round a little and warmed up, so Tess and Fanny
stripped off, set out towels on the banana lounges and with glasses of
champagne in hand, settled down for the rest of the afternoon. They were in
part shade, but with the warm breeze, they felt sun-screen and c-strings
were unnecessary. With legs spread, the warmth on their privates was
wonderful; not cunt wateringly arousing, but relaxing like early stage
fore-play.
It was almost 5pm when Pat and Trevor wandered back, and soon after, the
surfers walked up the hill. "That fresh water pool from yesterday was perfect to rinse off in after
the salty surf. Great idea Pat" said Dick.
With beer, cheese and biscuits, they stripped and joined the girls on the
veranda for some pre-dinner nibbles.
About 6:30, Tess jumped up saying, "I think the damper and stew will be well and truly ready now. Come and
help me carry these pots inside Tim". The damper loaf was turned out to cool. Jack soon proceeded to cut it
into steaming hot slices and slabs of butter were set on plates beside
it.
With everyone sitting round the table, Tess reached over and lifted the lid
off the stew pot. The phallic carrot and testicular onions stood proud
on the top of the crust. "Oh my God. What is that?", "What have you two been up to?", "Is that supposed to be Tim or Dick's
dick" were some of the comments from around the circle of friends.
"That's our little secret" said Tess as she proceeded to carefully
slice the crust open, careful not to cut the phallus, and served out stew to
everybody's plates. "I think we girls might eat that after it has cooled down. What do you say
girls?".
With stew finished and a couple of beers down, Fanny announced "Anyone for dessert". Bringing her tray of pie flans from the oven, she laid them on the table
and declared, "My pièce de résistance! 'Peach Vulva' with a red hot cherry and topped with Brazilian
crumble".
'Peach Vulva with Cream Pie'
"Wow! Is that modeled on your own?" said Dick. "No! Fanny has bigger flaps and Emily's is an 'innie' so it must be Tess" chimed in Jack. "Whatever! It looks yummy to me" came back Tim.
"Just one thing missing" declared Fanny. "A good peach vulva wouldn't be complete without a 'cream pie'" she said, producing an aerosol can of cream and proceeded to give
everyone's serve a serve! There was laughter, chortling and back
slapping around the table.
Dick picked his pie up in his hand, saying "There's nothing better than licking a big cream-pie out of a luscious
peach vulva", as he plunged his face into his pie, licking and eating. The others were
more civilized, using their dessert spoons and forks.
Dick proceeded to give Fanny a big creamy kiss. Laughter spread around the
table. Someone picked up the can of cream and squirted some girl's tits and
licked them. Someone else poured some champagne over another for some
slurping.
In no time, all eight bodies were rolling round the beds, laughing and
giggling, slapping and tickling, licking and sucking. There were smears of
cream and champagne everywhere.
Dick had a sudden idea. He returned to the dining table and grabbed the
still warm carrot phallus and proceeded to bring Fanny to a laughing,
screaming orgasm with the vegan dildo.
"Never on Sunday" did someone say? Not in this circle of friends.
(to be continued,
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