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, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a
perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.
Carrington
Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought
it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound
common.
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.
After the
particularly protracted exertions of the previous day with Clarissa, Alex slept
late, he had no idea how long he’d slept but when he began to stir he was
instantly aware that his little friend was stirring also, but that was no
indictor of time of day, not for him certainly.
The room
was in semi darkness but with heavy curtains at the window that was also no
measure of the time of day.
He lay
there under the duvet for an indeterminate time drifting in and out of sleep
with his mind full of little erotic dreams, mainly about Clarissa and what they
had done the day before.
He dreamt
he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing it to full
erection, it felt so real and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he
felt, no not dreamt, he actually felt the telltale feathering of a tongue
flicking round his knob.
He lifted
his head off the pillow and he could see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t
tell who it was, or whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he
glanced down again but he still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring his
cock.
But to be
perfectly honest at that precise moment he didn’t really care whose mouth was
around his prick and sucking him off.
Luckily his blissful assailant, in order to take him into her throat, half
climbed onto the bed presenting him with her fleshy arse well in striking
distance of his hand, so he reached out his paw and groped up the skirt of his
assailant caressing her fleshy buttocks though its nature offered no clue to
its owner’s identity.
So while she slurped on his member he slipped his fingers into the waistband of
her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of a
shaven pussy.
That narrowed the field a bit further but he still wasn’t going to hazard a
guess at their identity as nothing kills the mood quite like getting a woman’s
name wrong during the act, although he hadn’t had a shaven pussy in a good few
years.
So instead
he probed her creamy wet pussy with his fingers and elicited delicious moans
between the slurps on his shaft.
Until, without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member
she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto his chest to
present her hot ripe pussy to his waiting mouth, but he still didn’t know the
identity of his oral assailant, and he didn’t really care so he kissed it and
then nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp and then noshed on
her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
His assailant brought him to the brink of tipping his load time after time as
she came once, twice then three times, her fanny farting in hoarse whispers,
then she could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her
remaining clothes and as he lay their watching her strip, his face covered in
her juice he finally knew who she was, it was his cleaner Gloria, who had a
thick dark blonde bush only a few days earlier.
Gloria was
very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a
pony tail, she was also a very small woman, 5ft, early thirties, stick thin, with no visible
bust line at all, she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a
boy, though she had very nice legs and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.
He was
admiring her body as she climbed on him, she had tiny tits but the most
incredible nipples
“You shaved
your pussy” he said
“Do you
mind?”
“Not a bit”
he replied, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft
and began pumping on him like a piston.
Her tiny
tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast
as she rode him like a bucking bronco, before she screamed out in orgasm and he
exploded inside her, and Gloria’s cunny spasm’d in time with the pulsing of
each ejaculation of his cock before she collapsed on his chest.
“That was
bloody marvelous” he said
“How good
was that for our swan song?” she asked
“A swan
song?”
“Yes” she
confirmed
“But why?”
“Because I’m a happily married woman” she replied
“And I love my husband, and the more we do
it the more I realize just how important that is to me”
“I see”
“Admittedly the sex isn’t earthmoving, he’s
not very adventurous or imaginative
in the bedroom, he’s a missionary only kind of guy but it’s a good marriage and
I do love him” she explained
“Too good a
marriage for me to risk it just for great sex,
even if its
nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic
sex”
“It has
been a very horny adventure” he admitted
“You’ll
still have horny adventures” she said “just not with me, especially now the St
Claire girl is back”
“How do you
know about her?” he asked with alarm as he watched her pull on the same pink
knickers, she wore the day he fucked her that first time over the domed trunk
in the hallway
“I’m your
cleaner and I have eyes” she said and laughed “And I know some of the other
adventures you’ve been having, and with who”
“I thought
I was quite discreet” he said indignantly, and she laughed out loud.
“Not a bit”
she corrected him
“And the
fact that you have other women didn’t make me feel jealous, until I became one
of them, I don’t know why really, as I said I’m a married woman who loves her
husband, the sex I have with you is a “no strings attached” bonus,”
She
continued to dress herself in silence while Alex digested what she had said,
then she walked over to him and gave him a long lingering passionate kiss.
“You do
understand, don’t you?”
“I do” he
said, and as she approached the door he recollected the very passionate sherry
fuelled kiss they shared the previously
Christmas and how she made it quite clear by her actions that she wanted it to lead somewhere, so he asked
“I hope
your abstinence doesn’t extend to Christmas”
She paused
with her small hand on the doorknob, turned to him and smiled
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