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 Boxing
Day afternoon, the rest of the family had gone to Sharpington to see the
Pantomime.
Johnny had
already agreed to stay home and keep an eye on granddad, who had no interest in
watching Aladdin with a rowdy audience of excited kids, so he was going to stay
home and watch the Boxing Day sport, Chantal had told her mum she had bad
stomach cramps so wanted to spend the afternoon in bed, what she actually
wanted was to spend the afternoon being bedded, so after everyone had left for
the afternoon he speared Chantal as she hung of his twin sisters bunk beds.
After about
half an hour of laying in the post coital afterglow on the bottom bunk Chantal
giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft and tongued his ear while
tugging on his cock.
“Oh, you
want more do you?” he asked already knowing the answer
“I do” She
replied
“Then get
your gorgeous greedy arse into my bed while I check on granddad” he said
“Then I’ll
give you some more”
“This is the
best Christmas ever” Chantal said and giggled as she rushed out the door headed
for his bedroom.
He pulled
on a pair of joggers and a T-shirt and went downstairs to check on granddad,
who he found asleep in the armchair, after checking that he actually was asleep
and not in fact dead, he ran back upstairs.
She was
under the duvet when he entered his bedroom, so he quickly undressed and joined
her, and as soon as he settled beside her, she giggled and laced her fingers
around his shaft.
“You’re
keen,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear, then in a trice
Chantal was above him and rubbing her sticky gash against his swollen organ
provocatively, he was almost certain her fingers had been busy on her pussy in
his absence, because in an instant she slowly slid down on him and like a
whirlwind Chantal pumped herself on him again and again thrashing about above
him like a ragdoll, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.
One after
another she satisfied herself on his rod, and all he could do was grab her arse
and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs, until her frenetic pumping action
quickened, and she came in a rousing crescendo and Chantal, panting hard
collapsed on top of him, and panted contentedly
“Mmmmm” she
exclaimed
“So much
better than panto” he said
“Ohhh yes”
she agreed smugly
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