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
she was back home for Halloween as they were heading to Finchbottom for a fancy
dress Halloween Party and he was picking Clarissa up from her house, he was
dressed as a Roman, but he had no idea what she was going to be wearing, she
had been very secretive about it, but she said he would love it.
So he drove next door and got out and let himself in her house and
shouted
“Clarissa! Where are you?, we’re going to be late”
“I’m in the kitchen” she called back so he walked across the hall and
into the kitchen and found Clarissa lying draped provocatively across the
kitchen Island, wearing her claret and blue hockey kit, casually teasing a her
nipple through the Claret fabric of her shirt with one hand and fingering
herself with the other.
“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked “or is
punctuality more important”
“Punctuality is always important” he replied “but it is also rude not
to except a gift when its offered”
“I know how much you dislike tardiness so I started without you to
save time” she said coyly
“So I can see,” Alex said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously
frigging herself up the leg of her pale blue knickers, and he lifted his toga
to release his stirring beast, and then he stood there looking down on her,
keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping and sliding
herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm and then she
lustily sucked the tangy grease from her fingers he grabbed her by the knees
and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.
Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the island, Clarissa’s cunny
was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in
spearing her up her knicker leg.
“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”
He withdrew ready to go again, but so impatient was she that Clarissa
wrapped her skinny legs around him and pulled him back into her, and she moaned
loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her
again.
Alex gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the
Island to brace herself and Clarissa gave great panting moans with each stroke
and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and her
knuckles showed white as she gripped the counter harder with each thrust.
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 as her back arched and
and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost
control and in short pumping spasms he shot and Alex looked down at the sweaty
panting ginger beauty in her hockey kit, and he found himself wondering how
many other outfits from her schooldays she still had in her wardrobe.
As he withdrew down the leg of her pale blue
hockey knickers, he looked down at his handiwork
“Your lovely hockey knickers are saturated”
he said proudly “you won’t be able to wear them tonight”
“It’s ok” she said “I have two spare pairs
in my hand bag”
“Why two?” he asked
“Well it not like you’re not going to stop
on the way to the party” she said as she pulled her wet pants down her thighs “and
fuck me again, in our lay-by”
There layby was on 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, and it had been the sight of many lusty adventures
between them.
“I have clearly created a monster” he said and kissed her “a cute
nubile monster, but a monster nonetheless”
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