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.
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, until the day finally
arrived.
Two days before the planned deflowering of
Clarissa St Claire, she and Alex Monroe shared a bath in his en suite bathroom
in between two particularly sensual interludes.
There had been many such sexual adventures
over the six weeks since the drunken ginger nubile almost fell through the
front door of his house and he began the sullying process, each episode
designed to overcome her shyness, which would lead ultimately to her
surrendering her virginity to him and it was prior to the long soak in the bath
when the day was chosen, the day after Presentation Day.
But during the bath a more specific
conversation took place
“Do you have to wear your uniform at the
presentation day?” he asked
“Oh no, it’s very casual”
“Do you still have yours though?”
“Oh yes its hanging in my wardrobe” Clarissa
replied
“Does it still fit you?”
“Yes” she replied suspiciously
“Good” he said “I want you to wear your school
uniform”
“You want me to wear my uniform?”
“Yes”
“When?” she asked
“When do you think?”
“You mean when we....?”
“No not then” Alex said “You know the rule”
“Yes, if I want to do it, I know I have to be
naked when you take my cherry”
“I want to undress you when you are dressed in
your expensive Carrington Chase uniform”
“You perve” Clarissa said and laughed
“Really? I’m a perve?” Alex said aghast “You
just let me finger you to climax, when your parents, siblings and grandparents
were only a few yards away”
“I know, My God that was so dirty... And so
deliciously good” she admitted and chuckled
“You were deliciously dirty” he said and took
hold of her hand
“Ok I’ll bring the uniform” she conceded
“No, you have to wear it to the house” he
insisted
“But I can’t just walk out the house wearing
my school uniform” she said suddenly “someone will notice, my parents will
notice, and what do I tell them when they ask why I’m dressed as a schoolgirl”
“You could tell them it’s for your pervy
neighbour who is going to take your cherry” he said “or better still leave the
house before they get up”
“I’d need to leave the house at 7 o’clock” she
said despondently
“Good, the more time with you the better” he
said
“Oh ok” she said coyly and he kissed the top
of her head
“Will we do it more than once then?” she asked
with a quiver in her voice
“Will you sully me more than once?”
“Definitely”
“Oh goody” she exclaimed and giggled
“And you could stay the night if you wanted”
he suggested
“Really?”
“Yes, and then I could sully you again before
breakfast” Alex mused
“Oooh that sounds lovely” she said
“And again, before lunch?” She added hopefully
“Don’t you think that’s a bit greedy?”
“Well if you don’t ask, you don’t get” she
pointed out
“Anyway, you don’t even know if you’re going
to like it or not yet, you might hate it the first time and not want to do it
again” Alex said
“I’ve enjoyed all the other dirty things
you’ve done to me” she said and blushed scarlet when she realised, she had said
it out loud
“I’m glad you liked it” he said and kissed her
neck “I certainly did”
Well Clarissa did stay overnight, and was
sullied before breakfast and again before lunch, but she didn’t just stay the
one night, she stayed for four, she only packed a change of clothes for one
night, not that that in itself was a problem, she didn’t wear many clothes and
when she did she didn’t keep them on for long.
The expensive Carrington Chase School uniform
saw action more than once while she was there although by her last day and
their final union before she returned home, there was very little left that was
still fit to wear after all the secretions and ejaculations it had endured,
which was why she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but her straw boater,
pale blue knee socks and her school tie around her neck hanging between her
gorgeous breasts.
Alex was sitting on a stool at the breakfast
bar and said
“Hello, the sexy schoolgirl is back”
Clarissa said nothing, she just sidled between
him and the breakfast bar like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat,
and then started to rub her naked arse against his arousal.
“So, you want to play do you?”
She didn’t answer him but let out a long
steady exhale through her nose and then leant forward over the counter and
pushed again against the lump in his trousers.
Due to the discomfort of his growing arousal
he repositioned himself until he was almost standing and began caressing her
beautiful buttocks as she continued to rub against his cock and then she
managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump was rubbing up and down
her bum crack.
She was bent over the breakfast bar with her
full weight on her palms, and he was very hard so he undid his trousers, before
he inserted a digit between her sticky lips, liken to checking the oil level on
an engine and Clarissa let out a low appreciative moan and when he withdrew his
finger it came out wet.
He could quite easily have nailed her where
she stood, and they would both have been more than satisfied but instead he sat
back on the stool with his cock stiffly on parade
“Come on then Clarissa if you want to play” he
commanded and she looked over her shoulder and as she still had her hands on
the breakfast bar she shuffled backwards and lowered her wet ginger pussy
hesitantly until she had squatted on his shaft moaning loudly and rose and fell
on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of
his shaft on the down and making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did so,
despite her relative lack of skill as a lover, and given the unorthodox
position, perhaps inevitably Clarissa lost the rhythm so Alex had to take
control, so with his balls fit to burst, he used one hand to hold her onto him
and the other to push himself up from the stool and then he stood up with his
cock still deep inside her and with five or six lengths he finished her over
the breakfast bar.
Clarissa sighed as he withdrew and she was
still laying bent over the bar sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny
on full display when he had redressed, so he bent down and kissed one glorious
cheek and caressed the other and said
“Come on lovely girl, time to get some clothes
on your lovely bod”
“Don’t want to” she retorted
“And get this inside some clean knickers” he
added and ran his finger along her slippery slit and she made a self satisfied
purr
“I haven’t got any left” she said and giggled
and made her buttocks jiggle
“You’ll have to buy some more when you go
shopping with your mum this afternoon” he said
Clarissa slithered off the breakfast bar,
turned around and hugged him.
“Should I tell her that I need to stock up
because you keep getting my knickers wet?”
“Technically you get them wet” he said “I just
get you wet”
“That will make her feel much better about it”
she said and laughed
“Perhaps not, it certainly won’t help my case
when we tell her we’re a couple” Alex said and then they kissed.
Clarissa managed to find a fairly clean pair
of pants, good enough to get her next door any way, and the remainder of soiled
items went with her in her sports bag.
She left the uniform at Alex’s house, apart
from the knee socks and her blouse, as it was in severe need of a dry clean.
It would remain in his wardrobe after that and
would feature regularly in their sex life.
The image of Clarissa walking into the
kitchen, wearing nothing but her straw boater, pale blue knee socks and her
school tie around her neck hanging between her gorgeous breasts down to her
glorious ginger bush, would remain with him forever and feature heavily in his
wank bank.
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