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 came for
Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but
after three weeks away at Uni Clarissa was coming home for the weekend, so Alex
drove up to Abbottsford late on Friday afternoon to pick her up, she did have a
car of her own but she elected to leave that at home, as she didn’t think she
would need it, as her halls were on campus.
Her Dad did offer to get her but she declined because her Dad could
only provide her with a lift, and she required much more from her chauffeur,
because other than her own fingers, she’d had nothing between her thighs that
didn’t need batteries and she was gagging for it, in fact the result of their
three week separation was that they were both as horny as hell.
Unfortunately, when Alex arrived at her halls he discovered there were
too many people coming and going or milling around for him to satisfy both
their needs in their usual manner, so they only had time for a quick snog.
“Get me to Willow” she said through gritted teeth “quickly”
Quickly wasn’t really an option in Abbottsford on a Friday evening but
he did the best he could under the circumstances but the further he got from
the University the easier it got, and once they got on the Finchbottom Express
Way they were flying along.
Clarissa had remained uncharacteristically quiet on the journey and
when she did speak it was in single syllables’ and as they sped along the
Expressway she began to get a bit fidgety in her seat and was opening and
closing her legs, until they got to within half an hour when she suddenly
spoke.
“Pull in here” she said urgently pointing
“Why?”
“Quick, I really need to pee”
She was pointing at a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the
only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand
of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating
it from fields beyond on the other, so he pulled off the road as instructed and
came to a halt.
Clarissa got out and headed to the nearest bush, so he got out to
stretch his legs at the same time and he could hear her pissing behind a bush,
so he walked a little closer, and it was really loud, like a horse.
Momentarily the headlights from a passing car illuminated the bushes
and for a split second he could actually see the jet of pee, and he found it
exciting and he was getting a semi on.
He never used to get aroused by such things; when his crumpet of
choice were buxom peasant wenches, but when Clarissa did it, it turned him on.
It went quiet so he concluded she must have finished, and he thought
he detected her standing up, so he went back to the car.
When she got in the passenger seat she was holding her knickers and
tights in her hand,
“What did you take those off for?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she answered
“Did you pee on them?”
“No I did not,” she replied indignantly
“Why then?”
“So we can have sex” she replied and she dropped her underwear in the
footwell and kissed him and put her hand on my semi.
“God it doesn’t take much for you does it?” she stated, and her tongue
was in his mouth and she was using both hands to extricate his prick from his
trousers.
“Blimey Clarissa” he said after breaking away from her mouth “What’s
got into you?”
“You in a minute I hope” She replied and kissed him hard on the mouth
again
“Why now”? he asked escaping her lips again
“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth,
then with his cock out she went down on him and when she came up for air he
asked
“Remind me why we’re having sex in the car when we can do it at mine
in half an hour”
“Because I’m horny now” she said unbuttoning her blouse
“No self-control” he told her as she opened her white shirt and he
reached out and cupped one of her tits, and it occurred to him that she had no
bra on, and he wondered why she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously
“With my knickers and tights” she answered curtly
“Ask a stupid question,” he exclaimed and started sucking her tits
while slipping her two fingers, and that did it for her, not only could she not
wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay
.
“Come on then Clarissa if you want to play”
he said clambering over the seats and into the back of the car.
They had only had a limited period of
foreplay in the front, but it was enough so he was sitting in the middle of the
back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva
as she opened the door and climbed in.
Clarissa was not a big unit and nor was she
a tall girl and once in the car she was sidling between him and the front seats
like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat, and he knew what she had in
mind, it was one of her favourite positions and it was a repeat of the time she
first took the initiative in a sexual encounter when she got between him and
the dining table in his house.
When she was at the zenith above his lap he
lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled
her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his
shaft.
Clarissa gripped the headrests as she 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 her wonderfully dirty noises echoed around
the car, but despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her
stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his
aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her boney hips until she milked
him dry.
She eventually relaxed breathless onto his
lap and leaned back against him.
“Now you can take me home” she instructed
After they separated Alex retrousered himself and returned to the
driver’s seat while Clarissa sprawled herself across the backseat and remained
there for the rest of the journey, until they got within a couple of miles from
home when they stopped at a set of traffic lights and he reached down into the
passenger side footwell and retrieved her underwear which he then threw at her
face and she giggled.
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