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.
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, until the day finally arrived.
Two days
before the planned deflowering of Clarissa St Claire, she and Alex Monroe
shared a bath in his en suite bathroom in between two particularly sensual
interludes.
There had
been many such sexual adventures over the six weeks since the drunken ginger
nubile almost fell through the front door of his house and he began the sullying
process, each episode designed to overcome her shyness, which would lead
ultimately to her surrendering her virginity to him and it was prior to the
long soak in the bath when the day was chosen, the day after Presentation Day.
But during
the bath a more specific conversation took place
“Do you
have to wear your uniform at the presentation day?” he asked
“Oh no,
it’s very casual”
“Do you
still have yours though?”
“Oh yes its
hanging in my wardrobe” Clarissa replied
“Does it
still fit you?”
“Yes” she
replied suspiciously
“Good” he
said “I want you to wear your school uniform”
“You want
me to wear my uniform?”
“Yes”
“When?” she
asked
“When do
you think?”
“You mean
when we....?”
“No not
then” Alex said “You know the rule”
“Yes, if I
want to do it, I know I have to be naked when you take my cherry”
“I want to
undress you when you are dressed in your expensive Carrington Chase uniform”
“You perve”
Clarissa said and laughed
“Really?
I’m a perve?” Alex said aghast “You just let me finger you to climax, when your
parents, siblings and grandparents were only a few yards away”
“I know, My
God that was so dirty... And so deliciously good” she admitted and chuckled
“You were
deliciously dirty” he said and took hold of her hand
“Ok I’ll
bring the uniform” she conceded
“No, you
have to wear it to the house” he insisted
“But I
can’t just walk out the house wearing my school uniform” she said suddenly
“someone will notice, my parents will notice, and what do I tell them when they
ask why I’m dressed as a schoolgirl”
“You could
tell them it’s for your pervy neighbour who is going to take your cherry” he
said “or better still leave the house before they get up”
“I’d need
to leave the house at 7 o’clock” she said despondently
“Good, the
more time with you the better” he said
“Oh ok” she
said coyly and he kissed the top of her head
“Will we do
it more than once then?” she asked with a quiver in her voice
“Will you
sully me more than once?”
“Definitely”
“Oh goody”
she exclaimed and giggled
“And you
could stay the night if you wanted” he suggested
“Really?”
“Yes, and
then I could sully you again before breakfast” Alex mused
“Oooh that
sounds lovely” she said
“And again,
before lunch?” She added hopefully
“Don’t you
think that’s a bit greedy?”
“Well if
you don’t ask, you don’t get” she pointed out
“Anyway,
you don’t even know if you’re going to like it or not yet, you might hate it
the first time and not want to do it again” Alex said
“I’ve
enjoyed all the other dirty things you’ve done to me” she said and blushed
scarlet when she realised, she had said it out loud
“I’m glad
you liked it” he said and kissed her neck “I certainly did”
Well
Clarissa did stay overnight, and was sullied before breakfast and again before
lunch, but she didn’t just stay the one night, she stayed for four, she only
packed a change of clothes for one night, not that that in itself was a
problem, she didn’t wear many clothes and when she did she didn’t keep them on
for long.
The
expensive Carrington Chase School uniform saw action more than once while she
was there although by her last day and their final union before she returned
home, there was very little left that was still fit to wear after all the
secretions and ejaculations it had endured, which was why she walked into the
kitchen wearing nothing but her straw boater, pale blue knee socks and her
school tie around her neck hanging between her gorgeous breasts.
Alex was
sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar and said
“Hello, the
sexy schoolgirl is back”
Clarissa
said nothing, she just sidled between him and the breakfast bar like a cinema
latecomer trying to get to her seat, and then started to rub her naked arse
against his arousal.
“So, you
want to play do you?”
She didn’t
answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose and then leant
forward over the counter and pushed again against the lump in his trousers.
Due to the
discomfort of his growing arousal he repositioned himself until he was almost
standing and began caressing her beautiful buttocks as she continued to rub
against his cock and then she managed to get a cheek either side of it so the
lump was rubbing up and down her bum crack.
She was
bent over the breakfast bar with her full weight on her palms, and he was very
hard so he undid his trousers, before he inserted a digit between her sticky
lips, liken to checking the oil level on an engine and Clarissa let out a low
appreciative moan and when he withdrew his finger it came out wet.
He could
quite easily have nailed her where she stood, and they would both have been
more than satisfied but instead he sat back on the stool with his cock stiffly
on parade
“Come on
then Clarissa if you want to play” he commanded and she looked over her
shoulder and as she still had her hands on the breakfast bar she shuffled backwards
and lowered her wet ginger pussy hesitantly until she had squatted on his shaft
moaning loudly and 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 making wonderfully
dirty sounds as she did so, despite her relative lack of skill as a lover, and
given the unorthodox position, perhaps inevitably Clarissa lost the rhythm so
Alex had to take control, so with his balls fit to burst, he used one hand to
hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the stool and then he
stood up with his cock still deep inside her and with five or six lengths he
finished her over the breakfast bar.
Clarissa
sighed as he withdrew and she was still laying bent over the bar sighing with
her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on full display when he had redressed, so he
bent down and kissed one glorious cheek and caressed the other and said
“Come on
lovely girl, time to get some clothes on your lovely bod”
“Don’t want
to” she retorted
“And get
this inside some clean knickers” he added and ran his finger along her slippery
slit and she made a self satisfied purr
“I haven’t
got any left” she said and giggled and made her buttocks jiggle
“You’ll
have to buy some more when you go shopping with your mum this afternoon” he
said
Clarissa
slithered off the breakfast bar, turned around and hugged him.
“Should I
tell her that I need to stock up because you keep getting my knickers wet?”
“Technically
you get them wet” he said “I just get you wet”
“That will
make her feel much better about it” she said and laughed
“Perhaps
not, it certainly won’t help my case when we tell her we’re a couple” Alex said
and then they kissed.
Clarissa
managed to find a fairly clean pair of pants, good enough to get her next door
any way, and the remainder of soiled items went with her in her sports bag.
She left
the uniform at Alex’s house, apart from the knee socks and her blouse, as it
was in severe need of a dry clean.
It would
remain in his wardrobe after that and would feature regularly in their sex
life.
The image
of Clarissa walking into the kitchen, wearing nothing but her straw boater,
pale blue knee socks and her school tie around her neck hanging between her
gorgeous breasts down to her glorious ginger bush, would remain with him
forever and feature heavily in his wank bank.
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