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 she was back home
for Halloween as they were heading to Finchbottom for a fancy dress Halloween
Party and he was picking Clarissa up from her house, he was dressed as a Roman,
but he had no idea what she was going to be wearing, she had been very
secretive about it, but she said he would love it.
So he drove
next door and got out and let himself in her house and shouted
“Clarissa!
Where are you?, we’re going to be late”
“I’m in the
kitchen” she called back so he walked across the hall and into the kitchen and
found Clarissa lying draped provocatively across the kitchen Island, wearing
her claret and blue hockey kit, casually teasing a her nipple through the
Claret fabric of her shirt with one hand and fingering herself with the other.
“Do you
have enough time for some of this?” she asked “or is punctuality more
important”
“Punctuality
is always important” he replied “but it is also rude not to except a gift when
its offered”
“I know how
much you dislike tardiness so I started without you to save time” she said
coyly
“So I can
see,” Alex said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself up
the leg of her pale blue knickers, and he lifted his toga to release his
stirring beast, and then he stood there looking down on her, keenly watching
her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping and sliding herself to orgasm
as he tugged on his cock.
When she
had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm and then she lustily sucked the
tangy grease from her fingers he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny
carcass towards his waiting cock.
Having
pulled her pussy to the edge of the island, Clarissa’s cunny was presented to
him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her up her
knicker leg.
“Oh God
Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”
He withdrew
ready to go again, but so impatient was she that Clarissa wrapped her skinny
legs around him and pulled him back into her, and she moaned loudly and smiled
smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
Alex gave
her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the Island to brace
herself and Clarissa gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head
rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and her knuckles showed
white as she gripped the counter harder with each thrust.
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 as her back arched and
and her
whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short
pumping spasms he shot and Alex looked down at the sweaty panting ginger beauty
in her hockey kit, and he found himself wondering how many other outfits from
her schooldays she still had in her wardrobe.
As he
withdrew down the leg of her pale blue hockey knickers, he looked down at his
handiwork
“Your
lovely hockey knickers are saturated” he said proudly “you won’t be able to
wear them tonight”
“It’s ok”
she said “I have two spare pairs in my hand bag”
“Why two?”
he asked
“Well it
not like you’re not going to stop on the way to the party” she said as she
pulled her wet pants down her thighs “and fuck me again, in our lay-by”
There layby
was on 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,
and it had been the sight of many lusty adventures between them.
“I have
clearly created a monster” he said and kissed her “a cute nubile monster, but a
monster nonetheless”
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