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.
The day
started quite normally for a Monday, and had begun with his customary commando
style stalking of his gardener, Sharon Lynch, and he finally pounced on her as
she was stooped over her wheelbarrow and easily gained access to her bulbous
breasts.
Sharon had
been gardener to the Monroe family since she left school, first with her father
and then on her own since his retirement, she was older than Alex by ten years,
and was a divorced rough diamond, but that was his type, embraceable peasantry.
“I thought
you’d gone off me” She said as he squeezed her tits and kissed her neck, and
she pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans, Sharon turned her
head towards him and they kissed, but when he released his grip on her rustic
jugs and one hand travelled across her belly towards her thicket, she stopped
him before he reached the prize.
“Oh no you
don’t, not today”
“Why not?”
he asked “I thought you were up for it”
“Well not
today” she reiterated and kissed him “I’ve got the painters in”
Sharon then
looked at the bulge in his jeans and chuckled as she returned her attention to
the wheelbarrow, and he returned crestfallen to his studio.
Later that
day he was in the kitchen clearing away after lunch when there was knock at the
door and when he answered it he found RSPCA Officer Tracey Newton standing
there, she was another of his favourite well covered yokel divorcees, but one
nearer to his age.
So he took
his guest to the lounge to entertain her and looked forward to a lusty
afternoon session, and things were progressing very nicely indeed, he had her
stripped to the waist, her nipples misshapen and red from his attention, her
uniform trousers and knickers were around her knees and he had just got two
fingers into her creamy cunny, when disaster struck.
Her radio
burst into life, to tell her she had an urgent call to attend to distressed
cat.
“Sorry” she
said “Duty calls”
So, she
quickly dressed and said goodbye, leaving him in distress for the loss of the
pussy he so nearly got to enjoy.
The one
good thing about his two missed opportunities was that his frustration left him
in a productive frame of mind, so he returned to his studio and worked well
into the evening.
When he
returned to the house, he couldn’t face cooking anything, so he decided to go
and grab a pie and a pint at the Ruddy Duck.
The pub was
quite busy, but he made his way to the bar and was surprised to see Dawn
Symonds was serving, they had had a fling a few years earlier, a very physical
fling to be precise, but then she got a job in Abbottsford and moved away.
Seeing her
again immediately caused his frustrated manhood to stir as a spool of salacious
images filled his head.
She was
five foot eleven with short brown hair, shorter than when he last saw her, and
a much fuller figure, though suitably proportioned.
She was
dressed in a tight-fitting top, short black skirt, black tights and knee length
boots.
“Hello
stranger” she said smiling broadly
“Hi Dawn”
he responded
“I was
beginning to think you weren’t coming” she said
“Were you
expecting me then?”
“Well you
were always a regular” she pointed out and gave him a wicked smile hinting at
their past.
“It seems
I’m the more surprised of us” he said “but it’s good to see you again”
“I’ve only
just got back, but I’m only back for a few days, I’m a bridesmaid at Kelly’s
wedding” she explained “You remember Kelly of course”
She added
and raised an eyebrow, he did indeed remember Kelly, he was shagging her while
at the same time he was banging Dawn.
“I do” he
admitted, and she nodded her disapproval
“Do you
still have the same “usual?”” she asked
“Yes
please” he replied unsure if she meant the drink or his sexual preferences, but
he added
“The
bridesmaid thing doesn’t explain why you’re working the bar” he said
“Kelly’s
marrying the landlord” she said as she set a pint of Mornington on the counter
in front of him.
“Thanks,
and have one yourself”
“I’ll have
it later when I can enjoy it, if that’s ok?” she asked
“No
problem” still unsure if she meant the drink or sex
But a large
group of lads arrived at the bar demanding her attention so he couldn’t pursue
that avenue, instead he went to the restaurant and had ham, egg and chips.
When he’d
had his meal he went back to the bar and arrived just in time to catch Dawn
tucked as far away from prying eyes as possible with her hand up her top
“Anything I
can help with?” he asked and made her jump
“I have an
itch” she said and chuckled
“But I can
manage”
“That’s a
shame” he said “I’m pretty good at scratching itches”
“Yes, you
are as I remember,” she said wistfully as she picked up his glass
“More of
the same?”
“Oh yes
that sounds perfect” he said
The pub got
really busy after that, so he finished his pint, and just as Dawn appeared he
put the empty glass on the counter.
“Another”
she asked
“No I’m
heading home, it was nice seeing you again” he said although he was actually
thinking it would be nice seeing to her again.
“And you”
“Don’t
forget, if you need that itch scratching you can always pop round when you’re
finished here”
“You haven’t
changed a bit” Dawn retorted and laughed
Alex went
home and with no real prospect of getting a shag decided the most excitement he
was going to get was watching the football highlights, and that’s precisely
what he was doing when the doorbell rang, he looked at the clock and thought
the doorbell ringing at midnight could only be one of two things, bad news or a
sure thing, so he got up hoping it was the latter and the bell continued to
ring until he opened it and when he did he found a smiling barmaid filling the doorframe.
“Somebody
order takeaway” she said, holding up a four pint jug of Mornington Ale
“That would
be me” he said and took the Mornington from her although that wasn’t one of the
jugs, he was interested in.
“Come in
and take your coat off” he said
“But feel
free to remove anything else” he thought to himself
“Go through
to the lounge, I’ll get some glasses” he said
She was
standing by the sofa when he walked into the lounge,
“I’ll have
mine after” she said, so he put the glasses and the jug on the coffee table,
and the moment he straightened up again her mouth was on his, and when their
lips touched her tongue was thrust into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion,
which after the frustrating day he’d had was a welcome development and he responded
in kind.
As her
tongue energetically explored his mouth he was already thinking of the other
pleasures she would be imparting, and his hands, which had been on the small of
her back, slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave them a squeeze and finding
them as firm as he had hoped, his hands lingered there briefly before ascending
beneath her snug fitting top to explore its contents.
Once
underneath it was only seconds before his hands where climbing her naked back
towards her bra and on reaching it he was surprised by the substantial piece of
engineering between him and her tits.
She used to
wear more delicate items of lingerie with between 1 and 4 hooks, but this had
about ten, not that he was counting them; he was just rushing through them as quickly
as possible so he could get hold of the contents, which were definitely more
sizable than when he last had his mits inside her undergarments.
Dawn’s
slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his
mouth as his hands grappled with her huge tits, and they felt great in his
hands, they were real tits with a little bit of sag and not just overinflated
silicon footballs, her nipples were larger as well and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she
murmured as he played with her stiffened nipples and it temporarily broke her
contact with his mouth and she slurped noisily before reengaging.
He released
his hold on her great bulbous breasts and moved his hands quickly down to the
hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her black utilitarian
stockinged thighs.
He eagerly
reached under the folds of fabric and when he found the waistband he dragged
her tights over her buttocks before he repeated the process with her knickers
and once they were both residing a few inches above her knees he wasted no time
in reacquainting himself with her fanny.
Her neatly
trimmed bush was readily accessible, but he couldn’t easily reach her Minge and
pay it the attention it deserved, but before he had time to figure out a
solution, she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was
resting her hands on the end of the sofa, which presented him with a great view
of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her hot gash,
which he took immediate advantage of, and slipped his fingers between her
treacly lips and the moment his fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of
many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her until she was ready to receive his throbbing cock, hungry for
cunny, and after three attempts that day he finally got his balls wet as he
plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honeyed hole while he cupped her massive
tits.
As she lay
panting and spent across the end of the sofa he poured himself a glass of beer
and looked her over as she lay draped along the back of the sofa, face down
with one huge white tit either side of it, her big round naked arse on display,
her tights and knickers around her knees.
“That’s one
for the wank bank” he thought
“That was
as good as I remember” he said
“It was”
she agreed “But there’s a bit more of me than there used to be” she said
smuggling her tits back inside her top
“I’m not
complaining” Alex said as he watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up
“This is
only a one night thing” She said “I’m married now”
“Well as
the night isn’t over I think I’d better take you to bed then” he suggested
“Ok” she
acquiesced “I’m yours until breakfast”
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