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.
Unfortunately Clarissa and her family were Skiing in Vermont for 10
days, Alex was invited too, albeit begrudgingly, but he had to decline as he
had a series of book illustrations to complete and deliver to the publishers
before Christmas, and while she was gone he missed her terribly, but the day
before Christmas Eve she returned.
When the St Claire’s got back to Willow Alex thought Clarissa would be
eager to freshen up before paying him a visit but it seemed as if she had
different plans, because less than 5 minutes after she had texted him to say
she was back in the village, she was knocking on the front door.
“Hey” he exclaimed “I wasn’t expecting to see you until later”
“I missed you” she said and she had barely got through the front door
before she was on him, being away had obviously made her really hungry for it,
and her lips fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.
It was a very sensual kiss and his manhood was wide-awake and did its
best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not
released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on his shaft.
Clarissa was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved
immediately down to his cock, her agile tongue feathered his purple head in
deliciously sensual flicks before devouring him in one delightfully ecstatic
mouthful.
“Oh honey that’s so good” he said as she sucked him up good and
proper, but before she got to enthusiastic he pushed her head back to allow him
to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her
slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as
before.
Alex pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her
thighs so I could get his hands under her hem.
Gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards, so the
entire skirt was now residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to
her tights and knickers.
He had been wondering if she was wearing any as in many of their
sexual encounters when she was “Well up for it” she often pre-empted
proceedings by removing her pants.
But on this occasion when he slid his hands around to her rear and
groped her arse he found that she was.
“You’re wearing knickers,” he said more than a little surprised
“It’s too chilly to go without” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny
to freeze”
“Not much chance of that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her
tights and knickers off her cute arse, and he followed them down to her ankles
and knelt before her neat ginger bush.
Clarissa was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about
to stand up, but he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as
she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.
Alex was ready to fuck her, but she wanted headfirst so in the spirit
of the season he obliged her.
As he proceeded upward along her thigh he could smell her pungent
odour, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and twelve hours since it was
last showered, and this heady fragrance spurred him on, he had her standing on one leg while she
supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped
enthusiastically on her hot gash.
Clarissa let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other
leg and he stood up, and he had her juice all around his mouth and when he
kissed her it was all around hers as well.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting
loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off
her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at cock height to receive him.
Once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot creamy cunny
“Ohhhhh God” she uttered “I’ve missed that”
Clarissa’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the
wall, he had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the coat hook on
the wall as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against
the plaster, which sounded like he was
being applauded for his efforts.
As the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened the clapping grew in
time until the sublime moment, he emptied his Christmas sac into her.
They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard and then she
said.
“Oh God I’m really glad to be back”
“It was ok then?” he asked
“Oh yes, very nice” she replied “Oh and Merry Christmas”
After she had well and truly reunited herself with him and his very
nicely indeed and when she was satisfied, he was allowed to take her home.
It was starting to snow as they walked along the drive, it was little
more than a flurry really, barely even enough to qualify as a light shower, but
they stood kissing goodnight long enough for them to get a dusting, and then he
went home.
The next day was Christmas Eve and apart from the delivery of
Christmas gifts and cards to friends and lovers, past and present, he had
planned to spend most of it alone listening to Christmas music and watching
schmaltzy movies on TV but he also spent some time thinking about Clarissa and
their future.
I thought that the little bit of Christmas fun he’d had with Gloria a
the weekend before, was his one and only betrayal, his last hurrah as it were,
because the New Year had a new significance for him.
Clarissa meanwhile spent the day helping her mum with the preparations
for the big day, and then she arrived at his place about seven o’clock, and as
he’d put the presents underneath the tree that afternoon, she was like a child
all evening.
It was probably because she had never had a boyfriend at Christmas before
and as a result, she was over excited.
“Can I open a present?” she asked him every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please”
And her excitement was getting right on his nerves and she kept
picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to
them.
Finally, he relented and as he headed upstairs to the loo he said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Oh goody” she squealed
When he came back down stairs he was fully expecting to find her
waiting impatiently to open a present, but instead he found her lying beneath
the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she
wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“You go first” she said
Once he had un-wrapped his present and thoroughly enjoyed the
contents, they were very nearly late for midnight mass.
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