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, and more because he took
her cherry and her heart.
But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time had come
for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, so
they planned to spend the whole of the day before she left, together at Alex’s
house.
So, he got up early and ran the bath, the very same bath he had shared
on many intimate occasions with Clarissa.
“Perhaps we will today” he thought to himself as he sank into the
relaxing water.
When he had finished in the bath he got out and dried himself off, had
an extra close shave, cleaned his teeth, applied product to his hair and
applied a liberal amount of aftershave and cologne, then he
threw on his bathrobe and wandered downstairs to have breakfast before
getting dressed, but as he began his descent he suddenly became aware he was
not alone, so he hesitated, but then he smiled as he recognised Clarissa’s
shoes by the front door and her coat discarded on top of the domed chest.
He completed his descent silently hoping to take her by surprise, but
it was he who was to be surprised because as he approached the kitchen he
caught sight of Clarissa sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter completely
naked and fingering herself.
He could tell by the smile of her face that she was aware of his
presence, but he paused and watched her through the crack in the door as she
fingered her crack.
She wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, as he
followed the trail of discarded clothes, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you doing here so early?” he said walking up to her and
kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”
“I was very horny” she replied
“Well you could have dealt with it yourself in your bed” he told her
“I already did that, twice, and I was still horny” Clarissa responded
still fingering her crack, and with her free hand she reached inside his robe
and grabbed his swollen cock
“I know you were watching me” she said
“Do you?”
“Yes, but how long were you watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred as she stroked his length, then she
uncrossed her legs, inched herself forward and pulled it towards her pussy, but
Alex wasn’t ready to go in her right away, so he knelt before her ginger pussy
and tasted her pungent juicy, and after her delicious prolonged self-abuse it
didn’t take long for him to take her to climax with his tongue.
So he stood and he was soon before her again and this time he did let
her plug his cock into her cunny, much to her relief, and she moaned loudly the
moment he was inside her, she smiled smugly at how clever she had been in
making him skewer her there and then, and then Clarissa’s legs hooked behind
his arse and her arms locked around his neck and she pleaded
“Fuck me hard Alex”
So he gave her what she wanted.
“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”
As he obliged her wishes, her audible response grew louder and she
released her grip around his neck and leant back, supporting her weight on her
hands and gave great panting moans with each stroke with her head rolling from
side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans
had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted
into an orgasmic grimace and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo
and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, shot.
Breathing hard, Alex looked at the sweaty panting wreck that still had
her legs locked behind him and was satisfied his offering had been well and truly
enjoyed and when they finally stopped panting she said
“I hope there’s more where that came from, I’m staying all day”
“Is that right?”
“It is, because I won’t be getting any more cock till October, so I
want as much as I can get today” She said
It really turned him on when posh girls talked dirty, so he said
“Well I’ll do my best”
“Good, you may now make me breakfast” Clarissa said and released him
from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.
Alex lifted her off the counter and smiled when he saw that the
surface looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over on to it.
But as she turned her back on him, he said
“Cheeky mare” and spanked her fleshy buttock and she let out a yelp as
his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek, but then she chuckled.
He made them both a hearty breakfast to sustain them and they ate it
rather decadently at the kitchen table, he in his bathrobe and she wearing only
a chefs apron, and to be perfectly honest they were both looking forward to
spending the rest of the day in a similar vein to the morning, and if the
subsequent sexual episodes were only fractionally as good as what they served
up on the kitchen counter, they were in for a very toe curling day.
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