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.
Clarissa
had invited him the St Claire house that evening, with the promise of dinner,
he was a little apprehensive because he was still persona non grata with her
parents, but when he went next door he was relieved to find there were no cars
on the drive.
So, he
knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and there was
still no reply so he turned the doorknob and opened the door and let himself
in.
“Hello!
Clarissa!” he called, and a disembodied voice replied
“Hi babe,
I’m in the kitchen, go in the lounge, I’ll be there in a minute”
Alex sat in
a large leather chair in the lounge and was reading a magazine when he suddenly
realized Clarissa was standing in the doorway and when he looked up he did a
double take.
He had
expected to see her wearing an apron over a pretty little outfit but instead
Clarissa was stood there in the doorway dressed in a very different outfit
indeed.
“Do you
like it?” she said
“Very much”
he replied
“It’s my
gingerbread girl outfit from last year’s school Christmas production” she
explained
“Were you
supposed to keep it?”
“No” she
admitted “but I thought it made me look sexy”
“Oh, it
certainly does” he said as he looked her up and down
She had put
her ginger hair in braids, tied with red ribbons, and was Wearing a brown
pinafore dress sporting a large gingerbread figure motif, over a white scoop
necked top and petticoat, red and white candy stiped stockings reaching just
above her knees topped with red bows, and red high heels which shaped her legs
“I thought
we were having dinner” Alex said
“I thought
you might like a bit of gingerbread first” she replied coyly
as she
walked towards him and began unbuttoning the straps on her pinafore and let the
front fall forward, and he could see she was braless.
When she
reached his chair Clarissa undid the buttons either side of her waistband but
before the dress slipped over her hips she leant forward and put a hand on the
arm rests either side of him to support herself, allowing him a perfect view,
down her scoop necked top, of her tits hanging seductively inviting and then
she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.
When she
stopped Clarissa stood up and taking hold of both hands, she pulled him up out
of the chair, then with a wiggle of her hips the dress was around her ankles.
Alex
intended to pick her up and carry her upstairs, but instead they performed a
frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the stairs,
which must have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the
walls and door frames.
At the foot
of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining room, where
he relieved her of her top, and she wriggled out of her petticoat, before he
pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her magnificent erect, pink
nipples, and he heard a double clunk behind him, as her red shoes hit the
floor, so now only a pair of scanty red knickers and her red and white candy
stiped stockings remained.
Her breasts
were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he
suckled on her.
When he
stopped Alex reached up under her arse with both hands and got hold of her
pants, and began pulling them from her cheeks, Clarissa obliged him by lifting
her bum off the table, and down her thighs to her knees, then he gently pushed
her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits, and puller her knickers off
over her stocking feet as he looked lustily down at her pink pussy, which was
too inviting for him to ignore, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her
open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Alex” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the table so
tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his
tongue, she very soon came, and after Alex had finished licking her lips he
stood up and licked his.
“Do it
here, do it now” she begged as she tried to release his cock from his trousers,
but he suddenly became aware of just how many windows there were in that room
so was fearful of being seen, so he thought it would be best to take her
upstairs, and do her in her own bed, he hadn’t been in her bedroom before.
“No” he
said sternly and she looked at him crestfallen until he said “Your bed” Which
was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a rat up a
drainpipe, Alex however took more measured strides, mainly because of his
erection, so made a more steady ascent up the stairs.
Clarissa
was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he entered the room.
“Hurry,
hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees, her breasts
and her ginger braids going their own way as everything bounced, although his
eyes focused on her tits.
“Hurry” she
said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees, before she grabbed
his belt and pulled him towards her and hurriedly began undoing his trousers
“Time to
get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face, with her
tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.
“There he
is” Clarissa said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released
the beast.
Meanwhile
he was unbuttoning his shirt when she suddenly leapt up and taking him by
surprise, shoved him so hard that he fell onto the bed.
“Get on
your back” she commanded, and he duly complied and in an instant, she was on
top of him and thrusting her eager young cunny onto his erection.
“Oh, that’s
it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him
again and again as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she expertly
performed on him so satisfyingly.
Unlike the
previous times she had ridden him, she remained completely in control as she
elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans from herself.
Not needing
to intercede Alex just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the
precipice, and she screamed as he shot into her.
“Oh, fuck
yes”
It had
always been Clarissa’s intention that when she invited him to dinner that she
was the only thing on the menu, so Alex ordered a takeaway while Clarissa
picked up all her discarded clothes.
They
decadently ate McDonalds in their underwear at the dining table where he had
dined on her.
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