The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets
comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke,
to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling
village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the
Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of
Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was
born in.
His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek
Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his
brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and
Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills
National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by
profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and
he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in
peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was
very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice
normally came in the form of well covered peasantry,
on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he
had no romantic attachments.
The day started quite normally for a Monday and had
begun with his customary commando style stalking of his gardener, Sharon
Lynch, and he finally pounced on her as she was stooped over her wheelbarrow
and easily gained access to her bulbous breasts.
Sharon had been gardener to the Monroe family since
she left school, first with her father and then on her own since his
retirement, she was older than Alex by ten years, and was a divorced rough
diamond, but that was his type, embraceable peasantry.
“I thought you’d gone off me” She said as he squeezed her tits and
kissed her neck, and she pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his
jeans, Sharon turned her head towards him and they kissed, but when he released
his grip on her rustic jugs and one hand travelled across her belly towards her
thicket, she stopped him before he reached the prize.
“Oh no you don’t, not today”
“Why not?” he asked “I thought you were up for it”
“Well not today” she reiterated and kissed him “I’ve
got the painters in”
Sharon then looked at the bulge in his jeans and
chuckled as she returned her attention to the wheelbarrow, and he returned
crestfallen to his studio.
Later that day he was in the kitchen clearing away
after lunch when there was knock at the door and when he answered it he found
RSPCA Officer Tracey Newton standing there, she was another of his favourite
well covered yokel divorcees, but one nearer to his age.
So he took his guest to the lounge to entertain her
and looked forward to a lusty afternoon session, and things were progressing
very nicely indeed, he had her stripped to the waist, her nipples misshapen and
red from his attention, her uniform trousers and knickers were around her knees
and he had just got two fingers into her creamy cunny, when disaster struck.
Her radio burst into life, to tell her she had an
urgent call to attend to distressed cat.
“Sorry” she said “Duty calls”
So, she quickly dressed and said goodbye, leaving
him in distress for the loss of the pussy he so nearly got to enjoy.
The one good thing about his two missed opportunities
was that his frustration left him in a productive frame of mind, so he returned
to his studio and worked well into the evening.
When he returned to the house, he couldn’t face
cooking anything, so he decided to go and grab a pie and a pint at the Ruddy
Duck.
The pub was quite busy, but he made his way to the bar
and was surprised to see Dawn Symonds was serving, they
had had a fling a few years earlier, a very physical fling to be precise, but
then she got a job in Abbottsford and moved away.
Seeing her again immediately caused his frustrated
manhood to stir as a spool of salacious images filled his head.
She was five foot eleven with short brown hair,
shorter than when he last saw her, and a much fuller figure, though suitably
proportioned.
She was dressed in a tight-fitting top, short black
skirt, black tights and knee length boots.
“Hello stranger” she said smiling broadly
“Hi Dawn” he responded
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” she said
“Were you expecting me then?”
“Well you were always a regular” she pointed out and
gave him a wicked smile hinting at their past.
“It seems I’m the more surprised of us” he said “but
it’s good to see you again”
“I’ve only just got back, but I’m only back for a few
days, I’m a bridesmaid at Kelly’s wedding” she explained “You remember Kelly of
course”
She added and raised an eyebrow, he did indeed
remember Kelly, he was shagging her while at the same time he was banging Dawn.
“I do” he admitted, and she nodded her disapproval
“Do you still have the same “usual?”“ she asked
“Yes please” he replied unsure if she meant the drink
or his sexual preferences, but he added
“The bridesmaid thing doesn’t explain why you’re
working the bar” he said
“Kelly’s marrying the landlord” she said as she set a
pint of Mornington on the counter in front of him.
“Thanks, and have one yourself”
“I’ll have it later when I can enjoy it, if that’s ok?”
she asked
“No problem” still unsure if she meant the drink or
sex
But a large group of lads arrived at the bar demanding
her attention so he couldn’t pursue that avenue, instead he went to the
restaurant and had ham, egg and chips.
When he’d had his meal he went back to the bar and
arrived just in time to catch Dawn tucked as far away from prying eyes as
possible with her hand up her top
“Anything I can help with?” he asked and made her jump
“I have an itch” she said and chuckled
“But I can manage”
“That’s a shame” he said “I’m pretty good at scratching itches”
“Yes, you are as I remember,” she said wistfully as she picked up his
glass
“More of the same?”
“Oh yes that sounds perfect” he said
The pub got really busy after that, so he finished his
pint, and just as Dawn appeared he put the empty glass on the counter.
“Another” she asked
“No, I’m heading home, it was nice seeing you again”
he said although he was actually thinking it would be nice seeing to her again.
“And you”
“Don’t forget, if you need that itch scratching you
can always pop round when you’re finished here”
“You haven’t changed a bit” Dawn retorted and laughed
Alex went home and with no real prospect of getting a
shag decided the most excitement he was going to get was watching the football
highlights, and that’s precisely what he was doing when the doorbell rang, he
looked at the clock and thought the doorbell ringing at midnight could only be
one of two things, bad news or a sure thing, so he got up hoping it was the
latter and the bell continued to ring
until he opened it and when he did he found a smiling barmaid filling the doorframe.
“Somebody order takeaway”
she said, holding up a four pint jug of Mornington Ale
“That would be me” he said
and took the Mornington from her although that wasn’t one of the jugs, he was
interested in.
“Come in and take your coat
off” he said
“But feel free to remove
anything else” he thought to himself
“Go through to the lounge,
I’ll get some glasses” he said
She was standing by the sofa
when he walked into the lounge,
“I’ll have mine after” she
said, so he put the glasses and the jug on the coffee table, and the moment he
straightened up again her mouth was on his, and when their lips touched her
tongue was thrust into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which after the
frustrating day he’d had was a welcome development and he responded in kind.
As her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was
already thinking of the other pleasures she would be imparting, and his hands,
which had been on the small of her back, slipped down to her big round buttocks
and gave them a squeeze and finding them as firm as he had hoped, his hands
lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her snug fitting top to explore
its contents.
Once underneath it was only seconds before his hands
where climbing her naked back towards her bra and on reaching it he was
surprised by the substantial piece of engineering between him and her tits.
She used to wear more delicate items of lingerie with
between 1 and 4 hooks, but this had about ten, not that he was counting them;
he was just rushing through them as quickly as possible so he could get hold of
the contents, which were definitely more sizable than when he last had his mits
inside her undergarments.
Dawn’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of
relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge
tits, and they felt great in his hands, they were real tits with a little bit
of sag and not just overinflated silicon footballs, her nipples were larger as
well and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she murmured as he played with her stiffened
nipples and it temporarily broke her contact with his mouth and she slurped
noisily before reengaging.
He released his hold on her great bulbous breasts and
moved his hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it
upward exposing her black utilitarian stockinged thighs.
He eagerly reached under the folds of fabric and when
he found the waistband he dragged her tights over her buttocks before he
repeated the process with her knickers and once they were both residing a few
inches above her knees he wasted no time in reacquainting himself with her
fanny.
Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible, but he
couldn’t easily reach her Minge and pay it the attention it deserved, but
before he had time to figure out a solution, she broke free of their embrace
and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the end of the sofa, which
presented him with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly
ease of access to her hot gash, which he took immediate advantage of, and
slipped his fingers between her treacly lips and the moment his fingers parted
her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her
until she was ready to receive his
throbbing cock, hungry for cunny, and after three attempts that day he finally
got his balls wet as he plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honeyed hole
while he cupped her massive tits.
As she lay panting and spent across the end of the
sofa he poured himself a glass of beer and looked her over as she lay draped
along the back of the sofa, face down with one huge white tit either side of
it, her big round naked arse on display, her tights and knickers around her
knees.
“That’s one for the wank bank” he thought
“That was as good as I remember” he said
“It was” she agreed “But there’s a bit more of me than
there used to be” she said smuggling her tits back inside her top
“I’m not complaining” Alex said as he watched her
pulling her kickers and tights back up
“This is only a one night thing” She said “I’m married
now”
“Well as the night isn’t over I think I’d better take
you to bed then” he suggested
“Ok” she acquiesced “I’m yours until breakfast”
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