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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