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.
Two days
after Boxing Day the twins were on a play date, the grandparents had returned
home and both lots of parents had gone to Finchbottom for the day and much to
Chantal’s frustration Johnny was on the early shift, again, and he mentioned
that he might go for a beer with his mates before returning home, but dirty Chantal
had a plan to make sure that wouldn’t happen.
Johnny was
in the locker room getting changed when all of a sudden, his phone vibrated in
his pocket, he took it out and he smiled when he saw it was a message from
Chantal.
When he
opened it, he saw it was a video message and when it began he gasped, so he
took his phone into a cubicle.
She was in
his bedroom sitting on his bed with her back against the headboard, a large
white fluffy towel wrapped around her.
“This is for
you babe” she said and let the towel fall away and he could she her in all her
splendour.
Then
Chantal started rubbing herself with baby oil, first her breasts, then her
belly, her thighs, and finally her pussy and then only her pussy and she got
very hot very quick, he supposed she was already highly aroused before she
started.
Chantal was
breathing hard and biting her lip, and then she hooked her finger inside her
labia and pulled it aside so she could flick her clit which she did ferociously
and was moaning coarsely while still maintaining eye contact with the lens, so
he would know it was all for him.
Johnny was
enthralled by her display and exceedingly turned on and was tempted to get his
tool out and wank along with her, but he didn’t want to miss a second of her
and he knew she was close, he would come with her on the next screening.
Chantal was
now wanking with both hands, her forefingers side by side rubbing along her
crease and her palms stroking her lips.
Her
delicious moaning grew louder and louder as her hands pumped down her crack,
faster and faster and as she pushed down, her thighs raised up.
She was so
close to bliss, and her face was contorted with ecstasy as she bit her lip.
Chantal
used one hand to reach up and grab the headboard as she bucked and squirmed towards
orgasm and employed her remaining hand to rub her pussy lips mercilessly until
she came noisily with gusto and continued rubbing herself in the aftermath of
her orgasm.
Chantal
smiled smugly at him, while she panted, then her smile broadened, and her face
adopted a wicked demeanour as she held her hand to her face and sniffed her scent
off her palm and then repeated the process with the other hand and all the
while smiling at the camera.
Chantal put
a finger to her mouth and pulled her lip down in a naughty schoolgirl kind of
way and closed her eyes.
After a
minute of watching the dirty little panting sex monster laying slumped, spent,
and disgraced against the headboard she suddenly opened her eyes and rushed
over to the laptop.
“I really
want you” she said and smiled and then she got really close to the screen and
whispered
“And I love
you” and kissed the screen and then she was gone.
“Wow that
was incredible” he said “and she loves me”
She had
resisted saying it before, even though she felt it since before they fucked for
the first time, he loved her too, but he’d just never said it.
He was in
the cubicle for about ten minutes while he waited for his erection to subside,
he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stand up as virtually every drop of blood
in his body was residing in his cock.
When he was
just at the point when he was ready to move the phone went off again.
“What now?”
he said “I don’t know if I can cope with another video”
But it
wasn’t a message it was a text from his mate Phil.
“Where are
you? We’re in the pub”
So, he
quickly typed his reply
“Sorry I
have somewhere I need to be”
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