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, and many other sexual
interludes followed.
After the particularly protracted exertions of
the previous day with Clarissa, Alex slept late, he had no idea how long he’d
slept but when he began to stir he was instantly aware that his little friend
was stirring also, but that was no indictor of time of day, not for him
certainly.
The room was in semi darkness but with heavy
curtains at the window that was also no measure of the time of day.
He lay there under the duvet for an
indeterminate time drifting in and out of sleep with his mind full of little
erotic dreams, mainly about Clarissa and what they had done the day before.
He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his
shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection, it felt so real and his cock
was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt, no not dreamt, he actually felt the
telltale feathering of a tongue flicking round his knob.
He lifted his head off the pillow and he could
see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t tell who it was, or whose lips and
wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he glanced down again but he still couldn’t
tell whose head was pleasuring his cock.
But to be perfectly honest at that precise
moment he didn’t really care whose mouth was around his prick and sucking him
off.
Luckily his blissful assailant, in order to take him into her throat, half
climbed onto the bed presenting him with her fleshy arse well in striking
distance of his hand, so he reached out his paw and groped up the skirt of his
assailant caressing her fleshy buttocks though its nature offered no clue to
its owner’s identity.
So while she slurped on his member he slipped his fingers into the waistband of
her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of a
shaven pussy.
That narrowed the field a bit further but he still wasn’t going to hazard a
guess at their identity as nothing kills the mood quite like getting a woman’s
name wrong during the act, although he hadn’t had a shaven pussy in a good few
years.
So instead he probed her creamy wet pussy with
his fingers and elicited delicious moans between the slurps on his shaft.
Until, without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member
she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto his chest to
present her hot ripe pussy to his waiting mouth, but he still didn’t know the
identity of his oral assailant, and he didn’t really care so he kissed it and
then nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp and then noshed on
her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
His assailant brought him to the brink of tipping his load time after time as
she came once, twice then three times, her fanny farting in hoarse whispers,
then she could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her
remaining clothes and as he lay their watching her strip, his face covered in
her juice he finally knew who she was, it was his cleaner Gloria, who had a
thick dark blonde bush only a few days earlier.
Gloria was very plain looking, with a large
aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a pony tail, she was also a very
small woman, 5ft, early thirties, stick
thin, with no visible bust line at all, she had no hips to speak of and from
behind she looked like a boy, though she had very nice legs and tiny feet, for
a grown woman anyway.
He was admiring her body as she climbed on
him, she had tiny tits but the most incredible nipples
“You shaved your pussy” he said
“Do you mind?”
“Not a bit” he replied, and then she was
impaling her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft and began pumping on him like
a piston.
Her tiny tits jiggled uncontrollably as she
thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode him like a bucking
bronco, before she screamed out in orgasm and he exploded inside her, and
Gloria’s cunny spasm’d in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of his cock
before she collapsed on his chest.
“That was bloody marvelous” he said
“How good was that for our swan song?” she
asked
“A swan song?”
“Yes” she confirmed
“But why?”
“Because I’m a happily
married woman” she replied
“And I love
my husband, and the more we do it the more I realize just how important that is
to me”
“I see”
“Admittedly
the sex isn’t earthmoving, he’s not very adventurous or imaginative
in the bedroom, he’s a missionary only kind of guy but it’s a good marriage and
I do love him” she explained
“Too good a marriage for me to risk it just
for great sex,
even if its nerve tingling, knicker wetting,
toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic sex”
“It has been a very horny adventure” he
admitted
“You’ll still have horny adventures” she said
“just not with me, especially now the St Claire girl is back”
“How do you know about her?” he asked with
alarm as he watched her pull on the same pink knickers, she wore the day he
fucked her that first time over the domed trunk in the hallway
“I’m your cleaner and I have eyes” she said
and laughed “And I know some of the other adventures you’ve been having, and
with who”
“I thought I was quite discreet” he said
indignantly, and she laughed out loud.
“Not a bit” she corrected him
“And the fact that you have other women didn’t
make me feel jealous, until I became one of them, I don’t know why really, as I
said I’m a married woman who loves her husband, the sex I have with you is a
“no strings attached” bonus,”
She continued to dress herself in silence
while Alex digested what she had said, then she walked over to him and gave him
a long lingering passionate kiss.
“You do understand, don’t you?”
“I do” he said, and as she approached the door
he recollected the very passionate sherry fuelled kiss they shared the
previously Christmas and how she made it
quite clear by her actions that she
wanted it to lead somewhere, so he asked
“I hope your abstinence doesn’t extend to
Christmas”
She paused with her small hand on the
doorknob, turned to him and smiled
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