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.
But after a
long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time had come for Clarissa to
leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, so they planned to
spend the whole of the day before she left, together at Alex’s house.
So, he got
up early and ran the bath, the very same bath he had shared on many intimate
occasions with Clarissa.
“Perhaps we
will today” he thought to himself as he sank into the relaxing water.
When he had
finished in the bath he got out and dried himself off, had an extra close
shave, cleaned his teeth, applied product to his hair and applied a liberal
amount of aftershave and cologne, then he
threw on
his bathrobe and wandered downstairs to have breakfast before getting dressed,
but as he began his descent he suddenly became aware he was not alone, so he
hesitated, but then he smiled as he recognised Clarissa’s shoes by the front
door and her coat discarded on top of the domed chest.
He
completed his descent silently hoping to take her by surprise, but it was he
who was to be surprised because as he approached the kitchen he caught sight of
Clarissa sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter completely naked and
fingering herself.
He could
tell by the smile of her face that she was aware of his presence, but he paused
and watched her through the crack in the door as she fingered her crack.
She wasn’t
fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, as he followed the trail of
discarded clothes, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are
you doing here so early?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the
mouth. “Apart from the obvious”
“I was very
horny” she replied
“Well you
could have dealt with it yourself in your bed” he told her
“I already
did that, twice, and I was still horny” Clarissa responded still fingering her
crack, and with her free hand she reached inside his robe and grabbed his
swollen cock
“I know you
were watching me” she said
“Do you?”
“Yes, but
how long were you watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long
enough” he replied
“Oh yes it
is” she purred as she stroked his length, then she uncrossed her legs, inched
herself forward and pulled it towards her pussy, but Alex wasn’t ready to go in
her right away, so he knelt before her ginger pussy and tasted her pungent
juicy, and after her delicious prolonged self-abuse it didn’t take long for him
to take her to climax with his tongue.
So he stood
and he was soon before her again and this time he did let her plug his cock
into her cunny, much to her relief, and she moaned loudly the moment he was
inside her, she smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer
her there and then, and then Clarissa’s legs hooked behind his arse and her
arms locked around his neck and she pleaded
“Fuck me
hard Alex”
So he gave
her what she wanted.
“Oh God
Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”
As he
obliged her wishes, her audible response grew louder and she released her grip
around his neck and leant back, supporting her weight on her hands and gave
great panting moans with each stroke with her head rolling from side to side as
the frenetic pace quickened.
Her chest
was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since
merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an
orgasmic grimace and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he
lost control and in short pumping spasms, shot.
Breathing
hard, Alex looked at the sweaty panting wreck that still had her legs locked
behind him and was satisfied his offering had been well and truly enjoyed and
when they finally stopped panting she said
“I hope
there’s more where that came from, I’m staying all day”
“Is that
right?”
“It is,
because I won’t be getting any more cock till October, so I want as much as I
can get today” She said
It really
turned him on when posh girls talked dirty, so he said
“Well I’ll
do my best”
“Good, you
may now make me breakfast” Clarissa said and released him from the grip of her
legs and he withdrew from her.
Alex lifted
her off the counter and smiled when he saw that the surface looked like a pan
of pasta had boiled over on to it.
But as she
turned her back on him, he said
“Cheeky
mare” and spanked her fleshy buttock and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped
a red handprint on her white cheek, but then she chuckled.
He made
them both a hearty breakfast to sustain them and they ate it rather decadently
at the kitchen table, he in his bathrobe and she wearing only a chefs apron,
and to be perfectly honest they were both looking forward to spending the rest
of the day in a similar vein to the morning, and if the subsequent sexual
episodes were only fractionally as good as what they served up on the kitchen
counter, they were in for a very toe curling day.
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