The Dulcets were 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 was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River
Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River
Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was
situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.
On the last Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall
came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of
his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a
smile.
Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between
them in the kitchen.
On Christmas Eve Johnny slipped out of bed and left his bedroom,
wearing only a bathrobe, his manhood stirring in the way it did for young men
and met Chantal coming the other way, wearing nothing but a short nightie.
“Hello gorgeous” he said and cupped her huge breast and toyed with her
nipple
“Stop it, I’m really horny” she said and slipped her hand inside his
robe and grabbed his shaft “And so are you”
Unfortunately, someone began walking up the stairs so they both had to
break off their fondling and were going to go their separate ways when the
footfalls went back down, so they paused.
Then Johnny gasped as Chantal knelt on the floor and began sucking his
cock.
“God you really are horny”
Sadly, the figure on the stairs began climbing them again, so they
once again bloke off their smutty exchange, Chantal returned to her room
muttering expletives under her breath and Johnny went into the bathroom cursing
their bad luck while wondering how he was going to piss with a serious hard on.
After his shower he slipped his robe back on and opened the door just
as Chantal emerged from her room again carrying a towel.
“Oh, good my turn” she said
“Great idea” he retorted and pulled her into the bathroom, locked the
door and pushed her against the wall and kissed her
“Stop it” she said “Behave”
“What do you mean behave? I thought you were horny”
“I was” she replied
“So, what changed?” he asked
“A cheeky finger” she giggled
“Well, I’ll just have to get you horny again” he said and lifted her
up, so her pert arse was sitting on top of the cistern.
“Oh, that’s chilly” she giggled then he sat on the toilet in front of
her as he pulled her legs apart.
“No don’t” she said shyly and covered her pussy with her hands
“I haven’t showered yet, I’m not…. Fresh”
“Good” he said and began kissing her inner thigh, and as he proceeded
upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent unwashed scent, not perfume,
or powder or scented soap, just a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and
stale lust, and the gamey, heady fragrance fully aroused him.
As his lips reached the top of her thigh her hands yielded access to
her
her pungent pink pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so
he unceremoniously plunged into the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Jon” she moaned as he licked her out and she gasped “Ok I admit it, I’m
horny”
He stood in front of her, Chantal’s pungent bouquet was all around his
mouth, and he smiled as he pulled her nighty off over her head.
He took a moment to admire her huge breasts as they hung like ripe
fruit, and her glorious lush, yet bedraggled, hairy bush, then he kissed her as
he thrust his cock between her wet whiskers, and she let out a long coarse
breath.
When he pulled out of her quivering quim, the panting object of his
lust lowered herself down, so she was sitting on the toilet seat and extracted
the last drops of spunk from his bell end and then attended to the glistening
coat of grease she had secreted along his shaft.
However, before she could complete the job there was a knock on the
door and a voice said
“Hurry up Chantal, other people want to get in there”
“Ok mum, I’m nearly done” she replied and licked the remainder of her cum
from his cock.
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