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 Morning the house was a hive of activity and Chantal and Johnny
struggled to manage anything even approximating a Christmas kiss let alone a
snog with extras.
They had a
couple of near misses, but to no avail, but then after the arrival of the final
two guests Johnny’s mum said
“Can you
two take their coats and hang them in the cloakroom?”
“Sure” said
Johnny
It was
called the cloakroom, but it was actually just a big cupboard in the hall where
they kept the coats and shoes.
Johnny
opened the door so Chantal could hang the two coats on the nearest peg and as soon
as the second coat was hung up Johnny bundled her into the cupboard and closed
the door behind him as he followed her in.
“Hey” she
squealed as she went headlong into a pile of coats, and before she could regain
her balance, he had her reindeer sweater pulled up so he could unhook her bra,
and cup her huge tits.
“What’s
going on?” she asked as he began to caress their pliant form and tease her
nipples to full erection, which didn’t take long.
“Damn that
feels good” she purred and pushed her pert arse against the lump in his trousers.
“Do you think
so?”
“Oh my God
yes” Chantal murmured
“Well,
that’s just for starters” he said
“I like
starters” she moaned
“Then
you’ll really love seconds” Johnny said and relinquishing her right breast,
slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her
Christmas tights, into her knickers, and parted her sticky lips with his finger
“Oh God”
she exclaimed
“I really
like that”
Chantal let
out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit.
She buried
her face in the coats and moaned loudly in pleasure at his touch as he stroked
her juicy cunny and every moan and grunt, she made brought her closer and
closer to orgasm until finally she screamed out as she came beneath his touch.
After removing
his hand from her Christmas knickers, he wiped his sticky fingers on someone’s
coat sleeve as she turned around and kissed him
“Merry
Christmas horny” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers “That was
so nice”
“Good” he
said
“I’ll deal
with him after Dinner” she said as she stroked his cock through the fabric,
then they emerged from the cupboard and rejoined the throng.
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