Thursday, 7 December 2023

Choice Tales from the Vale – (549) Christmas Feasting

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet-on-Willow, and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet Green which was where Kit Robson lived with his parents.

The week before Christmas he was picking girlfriend Molly Combe up from university and got to her student Halls around eleven o’clock and miracle of miracles, she was ready, and half an hour after he finished loading the car they finally got away after she finished saying her goodbyes.

 

When they got back to the Dulcets, Kit thought Molly would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but after she found out that her parents were away visiting family for the day it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.

They had barely got through the front door before she was on him, not having done it since Halloween had obviously made her really hungry for it.

Her lips fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.

It was a very sensual kiss, and his manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on it.

Molly was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock, her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring him in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.

“Oh, Molly that’s so good” he said as Molly sucked him up good and proper, but before she got too enthusiastic, he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.

Kit pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem.

Gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards, so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers.

He’d been wondering if she was wearing any, as she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants in many of their sexual encounters when she was “well up for it”.

Kit slid his hands around to her rear and as he groped her arse, he found that she was. 

“You’re wearing knickers,” he said sounding more than a little surprised.

 “It’s too chilly to go without” she responded,

“I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”.

“Not much chance of that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse and followed them down to her ankles and knelt before her neat bush.

Molly was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up, he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

Kit was ready to fuck her, but she wanted his tongue first so in the spirit of the season he obliged her.

He had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

Molly let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up with her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive him.

Once achieved he slid effortlessly into Molly’s hot creamy cunny.

“Ohhhhh God” she gasped.

Molly’s legs locked around his middle, and he banged her against the wall.

He had one hand on her hip and with the other gripped the door frame as he banged her again and again, and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster, which was like being applauded for his efforts.

 

With each early stroke he put into her she responded with a long-satisfied sigh but as the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened, she could only manage hoarse grunts, finishing with a scream as he emptied his Christmas sac into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“Merry fucking Christmas” 

“Tis the season” he retorted.

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