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.
Alex awoke early in
the darkness to the sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock radio, he
could just make out in the half light, a small finger reaching out and
silencing it, and he closed his eyes again.
A few moments later
his eyes opened again when the thought occurred to him that he didn’t have a
clock radio, so he tried to figure out where the hell he was and who the owner
of the finger was.
He tried desperately
to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain
processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your
memory bank.
For example, when your
eyes become more accustomed to the darkness a sleeping dog on the floor becomes
a dressing gown discarded the night before, or a sleeping child on the chair
becomes a sweater dropped haphazardly.
He was still
struggling to identify any point of reference that would identify his location
but to no avail, after all he had woken up in a good many bedrooms over the
years, but just then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Clarissa kissed
him on the chest, and it all came flooding back to him, she had lured him to
the house the night before with the promise of dinner, only for her to greet
him dressed as a gingerbread girl, and It had always been Clarissa intention when she
invited him to dinner that she was the only thing on the menu.
After “dinner” Alex ordered a takeaway while Clarissa picked up all
her discarded clothes and then they decadently ate McDonalds in their underwear
at the dining table where he had dined on her.
After that she took him to her bed room again and rode him again, this
time more frenzied like a whirling dervish
and when she collapsed on him in an orgasmic heap and fell asleep, and there
she lay still draped across him sighing with contentment.
Clarissa looked up at
him and smiled and then the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked
wide eyed look, not unlike the one when she first saw his aroused cock, as she
realised that they were in her bed together and her parents were in the room
across the landing, he was still persona non grata with her
parents just for being in a relationship with her, but that disdain would pale
into insignificance if he was caught in her bedroom with their well rogered
daughter.
“What do we do now?”
he whispered, “Will they come in?”
“On no” she replied “there’s
no fear of that”
“Ok you keep watch and
I’ll sneak downstairs when it’s clear” he suggested
“No, wait until Mum
goes in the shower” Clarissa said
“What about your Dad?”
he asked
“No, he’ll either be
in the en suite or” she said and chuckled “He’ll be watching BBC Breakfast and
ogling Naga Munchetty”
“Ok” he acquiesced
Doubtless spurred on
by the element of danger and with its usual bad sense of timing his cock went
hard, very hard.
“Not now” he thought
to himself just at the moment the two of them heard her parents’ bedroom door
open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.
“She’s in the bathroom”
Clarissa said “you need to go”
Alex slipped out of
bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he
felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him.
Alex looked down to see Clarissa sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock
deep in her mouth
“Oh Clarissa you naughty ginger harlot” He said to her as she went about her
task with relish, as he had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on
the back of her pigtailed head and he was nearing the threshold
“Oh Clarissa do you want me to go or do you want me to cum”
In response to his
question she gave him one more full-length suck then looked up at him with a
broad leery smile then turned and knelt on the bed with her skinny round arse
in the air.
Her moist pussy lips
clearly on display, and ready to receive him, with her head and shoulders under
the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was to
come.
He was amused to see she was still wearing the red and white candy
stripped stockings though they were no longer above her knees as one was around
her ankle, while the other clung precariously to her calf.
As he stood proud
behind her pouting lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked up
the top pillow and lay it beside her
“I think you might
need that as well” he said, and a skinny arm shot out and dragged the pillow
beneath the duvet.
In truth he wasn’t
sure that would be enough either, she was a very noisy partner which was
evident as he penetrated her right up to his balls and she let out a muffled
scream.
“Oh God” he exclaimed,
as it felt so good and all the more exciting because of the risk of being
discovered, and she was equally relishing it, as he could hear her moaning
beneath the duvet as her tight pussy continued to receive him.
Clarissa’s hips were
swinging slightly from side to side as he gave her another length and she tried
to wriggle deeper under cover because she knew just how much she was enjoying
his cock repeatedly spearing her.
He went into her again
and she squirmed and squealed, then again, shorter and shallower this time,
then again and again, bringing stifled moans this time, like low rumbles from
inside the duvet.
Alex quickened the
pace, and she responded more loudly, the strokes shortened and her response
heightened, they were both on the edge, quicker and quicker he went, louder and
louder she responded, shorter and shorter the strokes, higher and higher the
frequency of her reaction, they were so close, he was so close, gritting his
teeth on the zenith, then she went beyond it and came loudly, but he pushed on
and on the next stroke he was there and he exploded inside her.
Alex stood behind her
panting with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, his cock still
twitching inside her quivering quim as it oozed around him, and he stroked her
perfect smooth white buttocks absentmindedly, committing every moment of that
spine tingling encounter to his wank bank, then reluctantly he withdrew and she
collapsed in a spent sighing heap, most of her still hidden beneath the covers
and he kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“I need to get out of
here” he said and began to get dressed, she was still purring, mostly out of
sight as he slipped on his shoes.
he threw back the
covers and she rolled onto her back and smiled broadly at him and
simultaneously spread her legs wide, and the tableaux shouted out “fuck me
again”
“No time for that now
Clarissa” he said “not that I don’t want to as much as you do”
But she just lay there
looking unconvinced.
“Your Mum will be out
of the shower any minute now” he entreated
“Oh God” she said “I
forgot about Mum”
The lusty come hither
look evaporated and was replaced by a wide-eyed look of panic and she leapt out
of bed.
“Oh God, oh God” she
repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”
He grasped her firmly
by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as gorgeous as
your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would
be a start”
She looked down at
herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw and grabbed her dressing gown
off the back of the door and put it on and giggled.
“Stockings” he said
“What?” she quizzed, so Alex pointed to the candy-striped stockings
rolled around her ankles
“Oh” she said, and laughed and then blushed, then plopped down on the
edge of the bed and quickly pulled the stocking off her feet.
“Now go and see where
she is” he said and opened the door, Clarissa nodded and slipped out onto the
landing and returned a moment later
“She’s still in the
bathroom” she whispered
“Ok” Alex said “I’ll
go first, and you follow me down”
She nodded and he
kissed her, then he turned and opened the door.
he tiptoed across the
landing with Clarissa right behind him, but he had just stepped down onto the
first step when the bathroom door opened, Alex pressed himself flat against the
wall, and when he looked back towards Clarissa, she looked like a rabbit caught
in the headlights.
“Hello Darling” her
Mum said
“Hi Mum, I’m just
going to put the kettle on” she replied
“Ok sweetheart” her
Mum said and then her bedroom door closed and they both let out long
synchronised sighs and exchanged a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously down
the stairs.
At the bottom he
turned right and crossed the hall and headed for the kitchen and she followed.
Alex thought it safer
to go out the back door as her parents’ bedroom was at the front of the house.
At the back door they
had a brief kiss and hug
“Come round after
breakfast if you still want your seconds” he said
“Oh, I do” she
retorted and kissed him, and he slipped a hand inside her dressing gown to cup
her breast.
“You can wait to play
with them” she said and ejected his hand “If I have to wait then so do you”
After a final kiss he
stepped outside, but before he left, he whispered
“Wear the stockings”
“You perv” she
retorted
“I know” he admitted “but
you love it”
And then he slipped
away into the darkness.
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