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 Day the dinner table stretched from the dining room into the
conservatory in order to accommodate three generations and sixteen members of
the Marshall/Ridings clan.
Johnny’s
mum was a brilliant cook and over the years they had had some epic family
gatherings, and the prospect of catering a family dinner for sixteen people
didn’t faze her in the slightest.
But for him
his favourite had always been Christmas dinner, and he had had many memorable
meals over his 18 years, but as they sat down at the momentous Christmas table,
he was about to have his most memorable yet.
As they
went through the courses, the alcohol flowed liberally, and the noise level
rose exponentially, and just after the main course was cleared away, he felt
Chantal Ridings hand on his knee, but it didn’t linger there for long as it
traversed up his thigh.
By the time
the flaming Christmas pudding arrived at the table Chantal’s hand had arrived
on his crotch and as he took his last spoonful of pudding and brandy butter,
her hand had pulled down his fly and her fingers began searching for his cock
and when another Champagne cork popped on another bottle of overpriced fizz,
she was holding his swollen member in the palm of her hand.
The fact
that his sixteen-year-old cousin was holding his cock under the table would
have been exciting under almost any circumstances but given that her fingers
had wrapped around his shaft and began expertly tugging on him, while his
parents were at the other end of the table, and her mum and dad were half that
distance away, heightened his arousal immensely.
To his
amazement, while she was playing with his shaft, she still managed to hold a
conversation with her aunt sitting on the opposite side of the table, even when
she beat his cock faster and faster until he was nearly there, then she stopped
when her mum joined the conversation, and began again building him to the
blissful release, but because she enjoyed his reaction last time, she let him
subside again.
Chantal
began again, then again let it subside and Johnny thought he was losing his
mind, before she finally took him to the abyss, and she looked him in the eye
as he exploded.
He looked at Chantal who was smiling smugly as she sucked her finger and then
as she wiped her cummy hand on her serviette she giggled.
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