Choice Tales from the Vale – (334) Home for the Weekend

 

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 came for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but after three weeks away at Uni Clarissa was coming home for the weekend, so Alex drove up to Abbottsford late on Friday afternoon to pick her up, she did have a car of her own but she elected to leave that at home, as she didn’t think she would need it, as her halls were on campus.

Her Dad did offer to get her but she declined because her Dad could only provide her with a lift, and she required much more from her chauffeur, because other than her own fingers, she’d had nothing between her thighs that didn’t need batteries and she was gagging for it, in fact the result of their three week separation was that they were both as horny as hell.

Unfortunately, when Alex arrived at her halls he discovered there were too many people coming and going or milling around for him to satisfy both their needs in their usual manner, so they only had time for a quick snog.

“Get me to Willow” she said through gritted teeth “quickly”

Quickly wasn’t really an option in Abbottsford on a Friday evening but he did the best he could under the circumstances but the further he got from the University the easier it got, and once they got on the Finchbottom Express Way they were flying along.

Clarissa had remained uncharacteristically quiet on the journey and when she did speak it was in single syllables’ and as they sped along the Expressway she began to get a bit fidgety in her seat and was opening and closing her legs, until they got to within half an hour when she suddenly spoke.

“Pull in here” she said urgently pointing

“Why?”

“Quick, I really need to pee”

She was pointing at a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond on the other, so he pulled off the road as instructed and came to a halt.

Clarissa got out and headed to the nearest bush, so he got out to stretch his legs at the same time and he could hear her pissing behind a bush, so he walked a little closer, and it was really loud, like a horse.

Momentarily the headlights from a passing car illuminated the bushes and for a split second he could actually see the jet of pee, and he found it exciting and he was getting a semi on.

He never used to get aroused by such things; when his crumpet of choice were buxom peasant wenches, but when Clarissa did it, it turned him on.

It went quiet so he concluded she must have finished, and he thought he detected her standing up, so he went back to the car.

When she got in the passenger seat she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,

“What did you take those off for?” he asked

“Why do you think?” she answered

“Did you pee on them?”
“No I did not,” she replied indignantly

“Why then?”

“So we can have sex” she replied and she dropped her underwear in the footwell and kissed him and put her hand on my semi.

“God it doesn’t take much for you does it?” she stated, and her tongue was in his mouth and she was using both hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.

“Blimey Clarissa” he said after breaking away from her mouth “What’s got into you?”

“You in a minute I hope” She replied and kissed him hard on the mouth again

“Why now”? he asked escaping her lips again

“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth, then with his cock out she went down on him and when she came up for air he asked

“Remind me why we’re having sex in the car when we can do it at mine in half an hour”

“Because I’m horny now” she said unbuttoning her blouse

“No self-control” he told her as she opened her white shirt and he reached out and cupped one of her tits, and it occurred to him that she had no bra on, and he wondered why she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously

“With my knickers and tights” she answered curtly

“Ask a stupid question,” he exclaimed and started sucking her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay .

“Come on then Clarissa if you want to play” he said clambering over the seats and into the back of the car.

They had only had a limited period of foreplay in the front, but it was enough so he was sitting in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.

Clarissa was not a big unit and nor was she a tall girl and once in the car she was sidling between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat, and he knew what she had in mind, it was one of her favourite positions and it was a repeat of the time she first took the initiative in a sexual encounter when she got between him and the dining table in his house.

When she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.

Clarissa gripped the headrests as she 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 her wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the car, but despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her boney hips until she milked him dry.

She eventually relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.

“Now you can take me home” she instructed

 

After they separated Alex retrousered himself and returned to the driver’s seat while Clarissa sprawled herself across the backseat and remained there for the rest of the journey, until they got within a couple of miles from home when they stopped at a set of traffic lights and he reached down into the passenger side footwell and retrieved her underwear which he then threw at her face and she giggled.