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.
That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St
Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of
inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.
At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion
because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a
mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she
was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely
beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated
voice.
Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of
Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and
it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
However despite that, a sexual encounter did
take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it
too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her
virginity.
Which he declined to do that night, though he
agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.
Over the month or so that followed they had
numerous repeated such snippets but Clarissa was away in Barcelona with her
family for her birthday treat and since he saw her last he hadn’t been able to
get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him the day before
she left, which had left him incredibly horny, Which was problematic because
his usual cuddlesome peasants were not available, Sharon the Gardener now had
an apprentice so opportunities to pounce on her ranged from limited to
non-existent.
RSPCA Tracy Newton was on holiday in the West
Indies, Dawn the barmaid was back in Abbottsford with her husband and Newsagent Karen was only on the menu once
a month and that time had come and gone until the following month, so he was
having to satisfy himself, and he hadn’t masturbated as much since he was a
teenager.
But when he wasn’t knocking one out he jumped
every woman with a pulse who came within striking distance, as he had
discovered that although it was still the sight of a mature cuddlesome peasant
wench that got his pulses racing, it could be any age or body shape that pulled
his trigger.
So Alex had broadened his horizons to include
his skinny cleaner Gloria Samson and at 9 o’clock the previous day she had
walked into his dining room wearing nothing but a tabard, and after he had
speared her, and had her laying spread-eagled and spent on the mahogany dining
table she said she had been instructed to do a big clean on the St Claire home
that afternoon.
After feasting on
Gloria at the breakfast table he retreated to his studio which was in the converted summer house
and he spent a disproportionate amount of time in it, but since Clarissa had
been away his time in there had not been very productive much of the time, but
after hearing Glorias News he didn’t bother trying to work at all and just sat
on the swing seat on the decking outside, under the shade of the large
camellia.
Six days had passed and he hadn’t seen her, so
he was pondering the whereabouts of the ginger nubile,
The reason he chose to be there not being
productive and not in the house not working was because from his position on
the swing seat he could see through a large hole in the neighbours fence, most
of the patio area and the French doors, and more importantly any signs of life,
which of course were non-existent, apart from the occasional glimpses of Gloria
as she went about her work.
He sat on the swing seat most of the day,
apart from the occasional sortie back to the house for food and drink, but when
it got to the early evening and he couldn’t even see Gloria any more he decided
to call it a day.
So he walked across the lawn and returned to
the house through the French doors which led to the dining room and was just
recollecting that mornings erotic breakfast when he spied something which more
than hinted towards the fact he was going to enjoy an equally sensual supper.
Because Gloria was sitting on a dining chair,
wearing nothing but a dirty grin, with her right leg bent at the knee, with her
foot on the seat beside her while her left leg was at right angles to her body
and her foot was braced against the stretcher below her.
One small hand was teasing her nipple while
the other moved slowly from her knee
down the inside of her thigh until her tiny hand and nimble finger traced along
her closed lips before the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit,
revealing the soft moist flesh inside, and she
slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working
diligently on herself while she looked directly at Alex as he watched her deft
fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny.
“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said
and he nodded his agreement and promptly undressed before walking towards her,
and when he was within reach Gloria looked at him with a leer before leaning
forward and taking his cock in her mouth.
While she worked on him with her mouth her
fingers still worked furiously on her minge.
Alex could see the bulge of his cock in her
cheek as she sucked on him and her eyes widened as she was on the brink of
making herself cum, one hand was stroking the blonde hair on the back of her
head while the other caressed her bulging cheek and the she closed her eyes and
came.
Alex wanted to come in her and not her mouth,
so he withdrew his glistening wet knob from her mouth as he looked down, he
then took her hand and pulled Gloria to her feet and steered her around so he
could sit down on the dining chair and Gloria
immediately straddled his lap.
She placed her hands on the back of the chair
and half smiling and half biting her lip, she lowered herself towards his
purple headed erection.
Alex felt his helmet touching her creamy lips
and Gloria’s whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob, letting out a
low growl as it entered her and he had both hands on her narrow hips as she
completely engulfed him, and a moan of self-satisfaction escaped her at the
deepest point of penetration as her Cunny slid down to his balls.
His hands had settled on her soft buttocks as
she warmed to her task, rising and falling on him, then her eyes were screwed
shut as she rose again, to the fullest extent, so only his tip was inside her,
but they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft.
She kissed him briefly, and then her skinny
arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she began to pump on him like a steam
hammer.
Panting hard, through gritted teeth she
pounded her pussy on him again and again until she jerked to a conclusion and
yelled.
“Oh my God” and jerked again as he came too.
“How good was that” she stated smugly and
kissed him
“Not bad at all” he agreed
“It was bloody amazing” Gloria said, very
satisfied with her performance, and her orgasms.
They remained on the
chair in their climactic positions in the afterglow but after about five
minutes she climbed off him with a sigh.
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