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.
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 when
she got what she wanted.
Clarissa had invited him the St Claire house
that evening, with the promise of dinner, he was a little apprehensive because
he was still persona non grata with her parents, but when he went next door he
was relieved to find there were no cars on the drive.
So, he knocked on the door but there was no
reply, so he knocked again and there was still no reply so he turned the
doorknob and opened the door and let himself in.
“Hello! Clarissa!” he called, and a
disembodied voice replied
“Hi babe, I’m in the kitchen, go in the lounge, I’ll
be there in a minute”
Alex sat in a large leather chair in the lounge and was reading a
magazine when he suddenly realized Clarissa was standing in the doorway and
when he looked up he did a double take.
He had expected to see her wearing an apron over a pretty little
outfit but instead Clarissa was stood there in the doorway dressed in a very
different outfit indeed.
“Do you like it?” she said
“Very much” he replied
“It’s my gingerbread girl outfit from last year’s school Christmas
production” she explained
“Were you supposed to keep it?”
“No” she admitted “but I thought it made me look sexy”
“Oh, it certainly does” he said as he looked her up and down
She had put her ginger hair in braids, tied with red ribbons, and was
Wearing a brown pinafore dress sporting a large gingerbread figure motif, over
a white scoop necked top and petticoat, red and white candy stiped stockings
reaching just above her knees topped with red bows, and red high heels which
shaped her legs
“I thought we were having dinner” Alex said
“I thought you might like a bit of gingerbread first” she replied
coyly
as she walked towards him and began unbuttoning the straps on her pinafore
and let the front fall forward, and he could see she was braless.
When she reached his chair Clarissa undid the buttons either side of
her waistband but before the dress slipped over her hips she leant forward and
put a hand on the arm rests either side of him to support herself, allowing him
a perfect view, down her scoop necked top, of her tits hanging seductively
inviting and then she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he
reciprocated.
When she stopped Clarissa stood up and taking hold of both hands, she
pulled him up out of the chair, then with a wiggle of her hips the dress was
around her ankles.
Alex intended to pick her up and carry her upstairs, but instead they
performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards
the stairs, which must have looked like a type of horny pinball as they
careered off the walls and door frames.
At the foot of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the
dining room, where he relieved her of her top, and she wriggled out of her
petticoat, before he pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her
magnificent erect, pink nipples, and he heard a double clunk behind him, as her
red shoes hit the floor, so now only a pair of scanty red knickers and her red
and white candy stiped stockings remained.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart
pounding in her chest as he suckled on her.
When he stopped Alex reached up under her arse with both hands and got
hold of her pants, and began pulling them from her cheeks, Clarissa obliged him
by lifting her bum off the table, and down her thighs to her knees, then he
gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits, and puller her
knickers off over her stocking feet as he looked lustily down at her pink
pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so with a hand behind each
knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her
clamshell.
“Oh God Alex” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the table so tightly
her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue,
she very soon came, and after Alex had finished licking her lips he stood up
and licked his.
“Do it here, do it now” she begged as she tried to release his cock
from his trousers, but he suddenly became aware of just how many windows there
were in that room so was fearful of being seen, so he thought it would be best
to take her upstairs, and do her in her own bed, he hadn’t been in her bedroom
before.
“No” he said sternly and she looked at him crestfallen until he said “Your
bed” Which was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a
rat up a drainpipe, Alex however took more measured strides, mainly because of
his erection, so made a more steady ascent up the stairs.
Clarissa was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he
entered the room.
“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her
knees, her breasts and her ginger braids going their own way as everything
bounced, although his eyes focused on her tits.
“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees,
before she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her and hurriedly began
undoing his trousers
“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on
her face, with her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.
“There he is” Clarissa said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants
down and released the beast.
Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when she suddenly leapt up and
taking him by surprise, shoved him so hard that he fell onto the bed.
“Get on your back” she commanded, and he duly complied and in an
instant, she was on top of him and thrusting her eager young cunny onto his
erection.
“Oh, that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she
skewered herself on him again and again as he lay beneath her fondling her tits
while she expertly performed on him so satisfyingly.
Unlike the previous times she had ridden him, she remained completely
in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans from herself.
Not needing to intercede Alex just gripped her ample buttocks as she
rode him beyond the precipice, and she screamed as he shot into her.
“Oh, fuck yes”
It had always been Clarissa’s intention that when she invited him to
dinner that she was the only thing on the menu, so Alex ordered a takeaway
while Clarissa picked up all her discarded clothes.
They decadently ate McDonalds in their underwear at the dining table where he had dined on her.
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