The Dulcets are 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.
At the centre of the village is St Bede's church where
Oliver Bennett is the Vicar, and it was from the Vicarage next door that his
daughter Molly left to visit her music teacher Lesley Sansome
Molly was very plain looking, with a large aquiline
nose, and short chestnut hair worn in a ponytail, she was also a very small
girl, only 5ft, late teens, stick thin, with no visible bust line, and no hips
to speak of, so from behind she looked like a boy, albeit a boy with very nice
legs.
It was a warm summer day, and she was wearing a short
summer dress and pumps as she crossed the bridge, and she could see the back
garden of Miss Sansome’s house which backed onto the river.
From the bridge and she noticed that the French Doors
were open so when she reached the house she went straight around the back.
As she approached, Molly could see that the curtains
were drawn and she could hear the faintest of sounds, but when she got closer,
she could hear coarse breathing.
Despite the fact she was the Vicars daughter and a
virgin, she was sure it was the sound of sex, and she assumed Miss Sansome was
entertaining.
Her upbringing told her she should walk away but her
curiosity and a tingling in her loins said otherwise, so she quietly and gently
parted the curtains just enough for her to see in and her eyes went saucer size
at what she saw.
Lesley Sansome was indeed entertaining, but she was
entertaining herself.
Lesley was a tall skinny thirty something woman who
was sat in a large armchair in a state of undress with one leg draped over the
arm and she was happily pleasuring herself.
Her eyes were wide open and looking straight at Molly
but behaved in a way a woman would if she were quite alone as she fingered
herself without a care.
Molly found herself very aroused as her Music teacher
wriggled and writhed in the chair emitting one delicious moan after another and
she stared at the skinny fingers in their animated probing of Lesley’s pussy as
she worked eagerly between her lips at the moist pink flesh.
Molly stepped quietly through the curtains and stood watching open mouthed at
the erotic tableaux before her, and Lesley staring straight at her, but that
was because she was blind.
Molly was so turned on that the Vicars daughter found
her fingers rubbing her own pussy through the front of her dress and when
Lesley’s body arched in climax, and Molly let out an involuntary squeal.
“Who’s there?” Leslie called out in alarm and began altering her position in
the chair.
But before she could swing her leg over the chair arm
Molly closed the distance between them, saying.
“No please don’t stop.”
“Molly! Is that you?”
“Yes” she replied and placed a small hand on each of
her knees.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help watching, you are so
beautiful and so sexy.”
Her hands had absentmindedly begun to descend from
Lesley’s knees which had not gone unnoticed by the teacher.
“Did you really like it?” she asked.
“Oh yes Miss Sansome” Molly replied as her palms
reached Lesley’s inner thighs and opened her up wide to receive her tongue.
“Oh God!” Miss Sansome exclaimed.
“But since you are licking me out, you’d better call
me Lesley. Oh jeezus”
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