Choice Tales from the Vale – (322) Deflowering (Part 1)

 

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 is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

 

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.

Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived.

 

On the day of the planned deflowering of Clarissa St Claire, Alex Monroe rose early though not in the “dawn horn” sense, he rose early because he had a troubled night’s sleep, and the reason for that was he was worrying about the letting Clarissa down.

Over the six weeks since the drunken ginger nubile almost fell through the front door and he began the sullying process, each one design to overcome her shyness, was leading ultimately to her surrendering her virginity to him on that day.

But what troubled him was the distinct possibility that he had over sold himself, and the event she had been looking forward to so much, that she hoped would be a special experience that she would remember for ever, but what if he had the opposite effect and he left her with a horrible experience that she would want to instantly forget, or turn her off sex for life.

So unable to sleep he got up and ran the bath, the very same bath he shared intimately with Clarissa only two days before, which he actually found quite therapeutic and strangely calming.

When he had finished in the bath he got out and dried himself off, had an extra close shave, cleaned his teeth, applied product to his hair and applied a liberal amount of aftershave and cologne, then he dressed and went downstairs.

After a light breakfast he had made a pot of tea, he thought coffee might exacerbate his stress, but in the end the tea didn’t help, and nor did her failure to appear.

But given that it was still only ten past seven it wasn’t as if she was exactly late, that being said he still found himself skulking in in the hallway and periodically peering out through the leaded glass window.

However, he had to prowl the hallway for a full twenty minutes before he caught sight of a Carrington Chase schoolgirl emerging from the shrubbery of the house next door and walking across his paved driveway.

Clarissa was wearing her full school uniform consisting of tailored claret blazer with pale blue trim, pale blue pleated skirt, white blouse and a claret and blue neck tie, pale blue knee length socks, and flat black shoes, her glorious ginger hair was in a French plait topped off by a straw boater with the claret and blue band, and she was carrying a sports bag.

He assumed the bag contained her underwear, a change of clothes for that day and another outfit to wear after her overnight stay, night clothes and her lotions and potions, and not her PE kit, although he thought that might be quite nice.

But she was not walking as confidently as she did when she purposely strode knickerless and braless across his lawn two days earlier, her body language was totally different, her shoulder were hunched and she was staring at the ground as she walked.

For the previous six weeks she had talked of little else but losing her virginity to him, and she had been unable to contain her excitement when he named the date for her deflowering, so he expected her to be excited like a bounding puppy rather than looking like the condemned man heading for the gallows.

His eyes followed the forlorn figure until she reached the porch and as soon as she was out of sight, he stepped towards the door in readiness to open the door as soon as the doorbell rang.

But it didn’t ring, not for a full two minutes so he opened the door anyway and he found her sitting on the wooden seat in the porch.

“Hello gorgeous” he said brightly, and she lifted her head to look at him with sad eyes and she looked on the verge of tears and he immediately knelt in front of her

“Whatever is the matter honey?” he asked and in response she put her arms around his neck

“Is it the uniform? I’m so sorry, I should never have made you wear it, I didn’t mean to upset you”

“It’s not that, I like it, it makes me feel sexy” she said quietly

“You are sexy darling” he said “uniform or no uniform”

“You make me feel sexy” she admitted and squeezed his neck

“So what wrong?” he asked “did your family see you dressed up?”

“No” she replied and laughed and then she released her hold on him

“They all got very drunk after Presentation Day so they’re all in bed still, probably won’t surface until lunchtime, I didn’t drink as I wanted to keep a clear head for today”

Her face took on the sad expression again and she tried to reattach to his neck but he took hold of her hands and kissed them and said

“Come in the house and you can tell me what’s upsetting you”

“Ok” she responded meekly, and he kissed her sad mouth

Alex stood up and led her by the hand into the house, pausing only to pick up her gym bag and to close the front door.

He put the bag on the hall table, and she removed her boater and then he led her by the hand and they sat down on the sofa, and still holding her hand he asked again

“Now tell me what the matter is honey”

“I’m scared” she said “about today”

“There’s no need to be scared” he reassured her

“It doesn’t need to happen today”

“But I want it to happen” she said forcefully

“Ok but it doesn’t have to be with me” Alex said

“Yes, it does” she snapped “and today”

“So why are you scared?” Alex asked

“I’ve had too much time to think I suppose” She said “I couldn’t sleep, so I got up super early, and I started to worry and now I’m scared”

“Of what?”

“That I won’t be any good” she confessed, and Alex smiled

“It’s not funny” she snapped angrily

“It is” he explained, “because I’ve been up since 5am worrying that you’ll be disappointed”

And they both laughed, and Clarissa hugged him tightly.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (321) Swan Song

 

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 is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

 

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.

Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed.

 

After the particularly protracted exertions of the previous day with Clarissa, Alex slept late, he had no idea how long he’d slept but when he began to stir he was instantly aware that his little friend was stirring also, but that was no indictor of time of day, not for him certainly.

The room was in semi darkness but with heavy curtains at the window that was also no measure of the time of day.   

He lay there under the duvet for an indeterminate time drifting in and out of sleep with his mind full of little erotic dreams, mainly about Clarissa and what they had done the day before.

He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection, it felt so real and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt, no not dreamt, he actually felt the telltale feathering of a tongue flicking round his knob.

He lifted his head off the pillow and he could see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t tell who it was, or whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he glanced down again but he still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring his cock.

But to be perfectly honest at that precise moment he didn’t really care whose mouth was around his prick and sucking him off.
Luckily his blissful assailant, in order to take him into her throat, half climbed onto the bed presenting him with her fleshy arse well in striking distance of his hand, so he reached out his paw and groped up the skirt of his assailant caressing her fleshy buttocks though its nature offered no clue to its owner’s identity.
So while she slurped on his member he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of a shaven pussy.
That narrowed the field a bit further but he still wasn’t going to hazard a guess at their identity as nothing kills the mood quite like getting a woman’s name wrong during the act, although he hadn’t had a shaven pussy in a good few years.

So instead he probed her creamy wet pussy with his fingers and elicited delicious moans between the slurps on his shaft.
Until, without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member
she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto his chest to present her hot ripe pussy to his waiting mouth, but he still didn’t know the identity of his oral assailant, and he didn’t really care so he kissed it and then nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp and then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
His assailant brought him to the brink of tipping his load time after time as she came once, twice then three times, her fanny farting in hoarse whispers, then she could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her remaining clothes and as he lay their watching her strip, his face covered in her juice he finally knew who she was, it was his cleaner Gloria, who had a thick dark blonde bush only a few days earlier.

Gloria was very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a pony tail, she was also a very small woman, 5ft,  early thirties, stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, though she had very nice legs and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

He was admiring her body as she climbed on him, she had tiny tits but the most incredible nipples

“You shaved your pussy” he said

“Do you mind?”

“Not a bit” he replied, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft and began pumping on him like a piston.

Her tiny tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode him like a bucking bronco, before she screamed out in orgasm and he exploded inside her, and Gloria’s cunny spasm’d in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of his cock before she collapsed on his chest.

“That was bloody marvelous” he said

“How good was that for our swan song?” she asked

“A swan song?”

“Yes” she confirmed

“But why?”

“Because I’m a happily married woman” she replied

“And I love my husband, and the more we do it the more I realize just how important that is to me”

“I see”

“Admittedly the sex isn’t earthmoving, he’s not very adventurous or imaginative in the bedroom, he’s a missionary only kind of guy but it’s a good marriage and I do love him” she explained

“Too good a marriage for me to risk it just for great sex,

even if its nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic sex”

“It has been a very horny adventure” he admitted

“You’ll still have horny adventures” she said “just not with me, especially now the St Claire girl is back”

“How do you know about her?” he asked with alarm as he watched her pull on the same pink knickers, she wore the day he fucked her that first time over the domed trunk in the hallway

“I’m your cleaner and I have eyes” she said and laughed “And I know some of the other adventures you’ve been having, and with who”

“I thought I was quite discreet” he said indignantly, and she laughed out loud.

“Not a bit” she corrected him

“And the fact that you have other women didn’t make me feel jealous, until I became one of them, I don’t know why really, as I said I’m a married woman who loves her husband, the sex I have with you is a “no strings attached” bonus,”

She continued to dress herself in silence while Alex digested what she had said, then she walked over to him and gave him a long lingering passionate kiss.

“You do understand, don’t you?”

“I do” he said, and as she approached the door he recollected the very passionate sherry fuelled kiss they shared the previously  Christmas and how she made it quite clear by her actions that she  wanted it to lead somewhere, so he asked

“I hope your abstinence doesn’t extend to Christmas”

She paused with her small hand on the doorknob, turned to him and smiled

“Oh no, I’m fully expecting a nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic fuck under the mistletoe”

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (320) The Ginger Nubile (Part 5)

 

Alex remained in the bathroom and dried himself off and he watched Clarissa’s reflection in the mirror, as she sat on the bed applying her perfume to her thighs.

“Delicious” he said and finished drying himself, cleaned his teeth and applied his own fragrances in the form of cologne, then he joined her in the bedroom and found Clarissa laying on the bed all dry and perfumed, with the bath sheet loosely tucked above her breasts  and tantalizingly open below the waist to reveal subtle hints of the delights beneath, and she was perfectly placed for what he had in mind for her freshy laundered body.

“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her luscious lips gesturing him to silence and he noticed she was on the phone.

From the content of the conversation he deduced it to be her best friend Mira, a fellow Carrington Chase girl, who he hadn’t met, but by what Clarissa had said she was a bit of a bookish plain Jane type. 

Clarissa was discussing the next day’s Presentation Day timings, outfits, meeting places etcetera, Alex didn’t really take it all in as he walked around the bed examining her from every angle before  climbing on the bed next to her, so they were topped and tailed on the bed as he had already decided his next course of action.

By the time he arrived alongside her, the conversational topic had moved on to chatting about other friends and individuals they wanted to avoid.

Laying on his side propped up on one elbow in the Roman style he began stroking her silky smooth leg with his spare hand and she trembled as he leant forward and kissed the fragrant skin around her knee and his cock was bulging beneath his towel.

His lips progressed along her thigh and her voice faltered as he breathed in the fresh scent of perfume on her skin, and she began to lose her train of thought as his lips kissed further and again her voice faltered, then her hand  progressed slowly inside the folds of his towel and was purposefully fondling his cock.

Her conversation continued in the same vein, with her voice in a faltering tone and her sentences becoming disjointed and repetitive as her towel fell open at the waist exposing the length of her thigh up to her hip, so he wasted no time in closing the distance and as his lips kissed her hip bone he could detect the faintest fragrance of coconut and for the first time her contribution to the conversation became virtually nonexistent and she began roughly stroking his shaft.

“I have to go Mira,” she said as his nose divined the source of the scent of the coconut bubble bath infused upon her pubic hairs and her thighs parted.

Her skin smelled of channel, her pubic hair of coconut and her pussy of lust.

“I’ll call you later…” she continued as his towel fell open and Clarissa dropped the phone and tightened her grip on his shaft and began gently tugging harder on his cock.

“Something’s come up” she said to herself

She let out a gasp and released a long soft moaning sigh as his tongue parted her lips before her mouth engulfed his purple bell end and  then without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member and in one fluid motion she rolled on top of him and presented her hot pink pussy to him in all its glory and he relished the consumption of the savory flesh and as he nibbled and sucked her labia.

Clarissa paused her oral ministrations but only to let out a moan and a gasp while her pussy let out a whispering fanny fart, then she brought him to the brink of tipping his barrow but she trembled and shuddered, and his imminent conclusion abated, and she brought him to the edge of the sublime abyss twice more as she moaned and juddered above him, before Clarissa took a pause for air ahead of  her mouth engulfing his saliva soaked cock and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock and snorting hard through her nose, her mouth was rhythmically wanking his cock, while he lapped at her bountiful cunny juice from her fragrant farting fanny.

Alex was so close and although she was inexperienced Clarissa could sense it and she was going at him like fury, and was not going to disappoint him

So close, so close

“Oh Clarissa” he exclaimed, and his buttocks clenched tight as she went at him and he was closer and closer

“Clarissa darling” he called and then her mouth closed tight around his cock again and he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, and for the second time in little over a week she came on his face and he came in her mouth.

“Oh Clarissa” he said and she was still grasping him and sucking and licking at the last of his hot seed, before her lips smacked one last time as her lips released his shaft.

They lay in that horny position panting like beasts for almost ten minutes when he kissed her labia gently and she kissed his knob before she rolled sideways beside him on the bed.  

 

They slept in each other’s arms for most of the afternoon and were ravenously hungry so they ate a very late lunch rather decadently in dressing gowns and to be perfectly honest they were both looking forward to spending the evening in a similar dirty vein to the morning, and they were not disappointed as in the comfort of his lounge on the ample sofa they made each other come again.

So with their hopes fulfilled he walked the knickerless, braless, multiply orgasmed, ginger Goddess, Clarissa St Claire to her door and kissed her goodnight in the darkness.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (320) The Ginger Nubile (Part 4)

 

As they lay stretched out in the bath together, and Clarissa was laying back against his chest, her breasts were under the water, but her nipples kept breaking the surface and he found it very sexy.

It was a very relaxing bath, but his mind soon turned to thoughts of the sensual feast beneath the water.

“Do you have to wear your uniform at the presentation day?” he asked

“Oh no, it’s very casual”

“Do you still have yours though?”

“Oh yes its hanging in my wardrobe” Clarissa replied

“Does it still fit you?”

“Yes” she replied suspiciously

“Good” he said “I want you to wear your school uniform”

“You want me to wear my uniform?”

“Yes”

“When?” she asked

“When do you think?”

“You mean when we....?”

“No not then” Alex said “You know the rule”

“Yes, if I want to do it, I know I have to be naked when you take my cherry”

“I want to undress you when you are dressed in your expensive Carrington Chase uniform”

“You perve” Clarissa said and laughed

“Really? I’m a perve?” Alex said aghast “You just let me finger you to climax, when your parents, siblings and grandparents were only a few yards away”

“I know, My God that was so dirty... And so deliciously good” she admitted and chuckled

“You were deliciously dirty” he said and took hold of her hand

“Ok I’ll bring the uniform” she conceded

“No, you have to wear it to the house” he insisted

“But I can’t just walk out the house wearing my school uniform” she said suddenly “someone will notice, my parents will notice, and what do I tell them when they ask why I’m dressed as a schoolgirl”

“You could tell them it’s for your pervy neighbour who is going to take your cherry” he said “or better still leave the house before they get up”

“I’d need to leave the house at 7 o’clock” she said despondently

“Good, the more time with you the better” he said

“Oh ok” she said coyly and he kissed the top of her head

“Will we do it more than once then?” she asked with a quiver in her voice

“Will you sully me more than once?”

“Definitely”

“Oh goody” she exclaimed and giggled

“And you could stay the night if you wanted” he suggested

“Really?”

“Yes and then I could sully you again before breakfast” Alex mused

“Oooh that sounds lovely” she said

“And again, before lunch?” She added hopefully

“Don’t you think that’s a bit greedy?”

“Well if you don’t ask, you don’t get” she pointed out

“Anyway you don’t even know if you’re going to like it or not yet, you might hate it the first time and not want to do it again” Alex said

“I’ve enjoyed all the other dirty things you’ve done to me” she said and blushed scarlet when she realised, she had said it out loud

“I’m glad you liked it” he said and kissed her neck “I certainly did”

“I felt that” she said suddenly

“Felt what?” he asked

“I can feel your “thing” poking me”

“My thing?” he said indignantly “What thing?”

“Your cock then” she said and it poked her again, he thought there was something incredibly sexy when a posh girl said “cock”

“Are you complaining” he asked “After all its only reacting because you’re so sexy”

“Not for a second” she said and smiled, but then she shivered as the water was getting cold

“Time to get out honey”

“Ok” she said and she stood up and he watched the water running over her glorious contours then he leant forward and kissed her buttock and she giggled.

Alex stood up behind her and as he leant forward to kissed her, he noticed her aroused nipples and his cock prodded her again and she giggled.

After kissing her he wrapped a bath sheet around her, and she got out the bath first and she turned and stared at his erect cock as he followed and she handed him a towel and they began drying each other.

“Now I’m all clean so you could get me dirty again” she said and kissed him as he was sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs and his hand was between her legs and getting ever nearer her crack and he expected she was creamed wet already.

“All in good time honey” he replied although he was equally impatient as the sex with her was extra special and that was because of the new found “feelings” he had for her, and there was enhanced anticipation and satisfaction due to the romantic element.

At first, he thought that part of the attraction was the naughtiness factor, the sneaking around, the guilty pleasure, but it was more than that.

“I think I’m dry now” she said and stepped back

“I don’t think you are” Alex said, and she was giggling as she went into the bedroom

Choice Tales from the Vale – (320) The Ginger Nubile (Part 3)

He had one hand lightly caressing one of her magnificent cheeks and the other stroked the perfect unblemished skin on her naked back as he sat there in the dappled shade of the camellia on that pleasant summer morning listening to the sound of the light breeze in the trees, a chorus of birdsong, a murmuring virgin and the whisper of her fanny farts.

 

More than half an hour passed with them in that comfortable intimate position until Alex thought it was time to move.

“Ok sexy” he said “Time for a quick cuddle”

Clarissa let out a long breathy sigh and a stretch before she climbed on his lap and wrapped her arms tightly around him and immediately buried her face in his neck

“Why does it have to be a quick cuddle?” she asked and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled him

“Because it’s time to go” he replied, and she sat up with a look of alarm on her face

“Why do I have to go, I don’t want to go yet, please Alex don’t make me go” she pleaded and he thought she looked like she was about to burst into tears

“It’s time to go inside, where we can be more private” he said and her expression changed to a delightful beaming smile and then she kissed him with an intense passion.

When their lips parted, she asked

“Does that mean, that its today?”

She was referring to the final objective that all of their sexual interludes were slowly leading, namely losing her virginity

“No, sweetheart” he replied and kissed her disappointed lips

“Today I have other plans for you Miss St Claire”

“When will it be though?” she asked, “Will it be soon?”

“Is tomorrow soon enough?” he said and expected her response to be one of excitement but she sat bolt upright wearing the look of alarm again.

“I can’t do it tomorrow” she said disappointedly

“Its presentation day at Carrington Chase tomorrow”

Carrington Chase School for Girls was Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire it was the other way around. “Then I’ll have to wait until the day after” he said, and a look of delight spread across

“So, you really do want me?” she said “it’s not just to please me”

“Well I want to please you, but I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life”

“Me too” she said and kissed him again, longer and more passionate this time and he was responding in kind until about five minutes later she climbed of him and announced

“Miss St Claire is ready for you to execute your plans”

“Ok” he acquiesced “but don’t you think you should put your beautiful titties away first”

Although the scene of the dirty interlude was very secluded the large lawn was visible to both of his neighbours, so she could have been seen if she were topless, and while it was true that Alex had performed highly in dealing with her shyness, she was not ready to expose her lovely tits to all and sundry, and Alex for one hoped that would remain the case indefinitely.

“Oh yes” she said and giggled as she was smuggling her tits back into her summer dress, and when she was redressed, she added

“Come on then if you want to get them out again”

And then ran laughing down the lawn towards the house, but when she reached the patio she turned to face him, and lifted the front of her dress and flashed him a lingering view of her ginger bush.

When he reached the house, he walked through the French doors and immediately spotted her discarded dress in the middle of the room, but she was nowhere to be seen, at first anyway, then he noticed some movement out the corner of his eye, and when he looked down he could see her painted toenails sticking out from under the curtain.

So he moved quietly to the drape, and then he guesstimated the location of her tit and struck accordingly, and she gave a little yelp of surprise, but she didn’t struggle as he fondled her breast through the fabric, then as her aroused nipple protruded through the material, her face appeared and then a prolonged kiss followed, after which Clarissa said

“So what depravity are you going to subject an innocent young virgin to this time?”

“We’re going to have a bath” he replied and headed towards the door

“A bath?” she said with surprise as she emerged from behind the curtain and followed him, pausing long enough to pick up her dress from the middle of the floor and her handbag from the dining table. Alex was already upstairs in the master bedroom en suite running the bath.

“Why are we having a bath?” she asked as she stood in the doorway holding the dress in front of her treasures

“I thought when you said you had plans for me, they would be, you know, dirty plans”

“I see”

“It just doesn’t sound very exciting” she said despondently as he poured a generous glug of bubble bath into the rising water.

“I think you have missed the point” Alex said as he began undressing, firstly removing his polo, followed quickly by his shorts, and the moment his pants reached his ankles he added

“The reason for us sharing a bath is so we can relax and enjoy getting each other clean, so that we can then enjoy getting each other dirty again”

And then Alex stepped into the tub and immersed himself in the water

“Well that sounds ok” She said and dropped her dress and handbag as she decided on soaking in the bath with him.

“I’ve never shared a bath before” Clarissa said as she stepped in and her round plump naked buttocks were only inches from his face.

“I’m glad” he said, unconsciously betraying his feelings

“So am I” she agreed and lowered her cute arse into the water between his legs, then loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water, and Alex kissed her neck and she leant back against him as the hot water lapped up over her titties. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (320) The Ginger Nubile (Part 2)

 

Alex noticed she was braless as she approached him in her summer dress.

“Hello” she said when she was within ten feet of him

“Hello honey”

“Did you miss me?” she asked, although she already knew the answer because she had spied the swelling in his shorts

“Everyday” he answered truthfully and she nodded her approval of his answer and slowly moved closer and as she walked towards him she began unbuttoning the front of her dress and he could see as each button yielded to her finger that his assertion that she was braless, was correct.

When she reached the deck and bent down to kiss him he could see right down to her ginger bush.

“Where are your knickers?” he asked, between kisses, and her white flesh flushed pink before his eyes

“In my bedroom” she replied “they were wet, very very wet”

As they kissed her intoxicating perfume enveloped him and then Clarissa straightened up and slowly wriggled her shoulders free of her dress until she was naked to the waist, before she inched forward so Alex could kiss her fleshy breasts and then offered up each nipple to his mouth in turn so he could suck on them as she ran her fingers through his hair.

She was breathing steadily as his hands went under her dress and moved slowly up her outer thighs until they reached her ample buttocks where he kneaded her delicious cheeks, and she withdrew her baubles beyond the reach of his lips and once again she bent down to kiss him, though this time it was more of a sloppy and passionate type of kiss as Clarissa’s knees started to wobble and for the first time since she arrived Clarissa seemed to have lost her focus and was unsure of her next move.

Luckily, he had been thinking about what he would do when he next got to grips with her, so he brought the sloppy kiss to an abrupt end and said

“Lay down across my lap honey”

He was sat in the middle of the swing seat and to his left were a pile of cushions, so she climbed on his lap and tried to resume the kissing.

“No honey face down”

“Oh ok” she said, a little unsure of his intent, but enthusiastically launched herself across his knee regardless and ended with her head on the pile of pillows.

Alex then lifted the skirts of the dress to expose her wondrous buttocks and caressed the soft flesh of her cheeks before his fingers homed in on her pussy, and he found she was deliciously moist to his touch and he said

“Look through the shrubbery Honey, and tell be what you see”

So she lifted her head to look and a moment later she gasped and simultaneously her buttocks clenched and her thighs clamped shut, denying him access to the source of her heat, then she turned and looked over her shoulder with a horrified look on her face.

“We can’t do it here”

“It’ll be alright darling” he reassured her

“But what if I cum?” she asked will alarm and rolled onto her side, exposing her ripe hanging fruit.

“Oh you will definitely cum honey” he promised her

“But what if they hear me?” she said “They mustn’t hear me cum”

“That’s what the pillows are for” he reassured her

“oh, ok” she exclaimed and rolled back on to her front

“But you can’t just bury you face in them, you have to keep watching your family while I’m fingering you” he insisted

“I can’t” she begged

“That’s a condition, you stop looking and I stop touching”

“OK I understand,” she said “I don’t want you to stop, so I’ll watch them”

The houses in that part of the village were large and detached with generous garden and the distance between Clarissa’s position on Alex’s lap and the nearest member of the St Claire family was roughly 40 yards away, now Alex had plenty of personal experience of hearing Clarissa orgasm, so he knew full well just how loud she was but the truth of the matter was she wasn’t loud enough to be heard 40 yards away above the sound of the family chatter and wind rustling the leaves in the trees, but she hadn’t appreciated that.

However the unclenching of her buttocks and the unclamping of her thighs showed she had relaxed sufficiently for him to regain access to her and when he returned to the seat of her previous moistness he found her creamily wet and she let out a little gasp as his finger went in her, but no one heard it; it was still far too noisy in St Claire’s garden.

Over the weeks since he became a regular visitor to the contents of her underwear he had got her very wet but he’d never got her so wet so quickly, clearly the  perceived danger was really exciting her, and he planned to take full advantage of the situation.

Alex watched her lying across him, with her firm buttocks exposed, as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his skilful digits rubbed and worked on her and Clarissa’s cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.

She had adopted the sniper position as she braced her straight left leg against the arm rest while her right leg was crooked and her foot was on the floor, the result of this was to open her up for further ministrations so he pushed two finger into her juiciness.

He was positioned in such a way that he could fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and caress one of her plump breasts with his left and there was a very stimulating audible squelching from her pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double digit ministrations were eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her and he looked down at her wriggling squirming form as he played her like an instrument, rather like Rick Wakeman at his keyboards.
It wasn’t long before he brought her to a satisfying climax, and as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and as she stared through the shrubbery and the hole in the fence at her laughing chattering family, she came, hard.

After she unclamped his hand from her mouth, she gasped out “oh wow, that was so, so…….”

Clarissa couldn’t articulate further and just collapsed onto the pillows but she wanted to say deliciously dirty, and Alex looked at her and smiled as she remained sprawled across his lap, and he knew in that moment that it was no longer just about the sex for him.

 

He had one hand lightly caressing one of her magnificent cheeks and the other stroked the perfect unblemished skin on her naked back as he sat there in the dappled shade of the camellia on that pleasant summer morning listening to the sound of the light breeze in the trees, a chorus of birdsong, a murmuring virgin and the whisper of her fanny farts.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (320) The Ginger Nubile (Part 1)

 

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 is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

 

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.

Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.

 

Over the month or so that followed they had numerous repeated such snippets but Clarissa was away in Barcelona with her family for her birthday treat and since he saw her last he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him the day before she left, which had left him incredibly horny, Which was problematic because his usual cuddlesome peasants were not available, Sharon the Gardener now had an apprentice so opportunities to pounce on her ranged from limited to non-existent.

RSPCA Tracy Newton was on holiday in the West Indies, Dawn the barmaid was back in Abbottsford with her husband  and Newsagent Karen was only on the menu once a month and that time had come and gone until the following month, so he was having to satisfy himself, and he hadn’t masturbated as much since he was a teenager.

But when he wasn’t knocking one out he jumped every woman with a pulse who came within striking distance, as he had discovered that although it was still the sight of a mature cuddlesome peasant wench that got his pulses racing, it could be any age or body shape that pulled his trigger.

 

So Alex had broadened his horizons to include his skinny cleaner Gloria Samson and at 9 o’clock the previous day she had walked into his dining room wearing nothing but a tabard, and after he had speared her, and had her laying spread-eagled and spent on the mahogany dining table she said she had been instructed to do a big clean on the St Claire home that afternoon.

 

After feasting on Gloria at the breakfast table he retreated to his  studio which was in the converted summer house and he spent a disproportionate amount of time in it, but since Clarissa had been away his time in there had not been very productive much of the time, but after hearing Glorias News he didn’t bother trying to work at all and just sat on the swing seat on the decking outside, under the shade of the large camellia, because six days had passed, and he hadn’t seen her, so he was pondering the whereabouts of the ginger nubile.

 

The reason he chose to be there not being productive and not in the house not working was because from his position on the swing seat he could see through a large hole in the neighbours fence, most of the patio area and the French doors, and more importantly any signs of life, which of course were non-existent, apart from the occasional glimpses of Gloria as she went about her work.

He sat on the swing seat most of the day, apart from the occasional sortie back to the house for food and drink, but when it got to the early evening and he couldn’t even see Gloria any more he decided to call it a day.

The reason he hadn’t seen any more of Gloria from his vantage place was because she was sitting in the house waiting for a supper time fuck, and Alex duly obliged.

 

On the next day there was no erotic breakfast with Gloria, or anyone else for that matter, just a hand job in the shower, a slice of toast and then back to his swing seat.

He was sure he would see her that day so he had a close shave and paid more attention than usual to his grooming, and he was right to do so, because as soon as his bum hit the swing seat and he looked through the large hole in the neighbours fence he could see activity on the patio and the French doors were wide open, and there were  signs of life, and he could hear some indistinct chattering.

Over the next hour as he continued to watch, several people had emerged from the house and either sat on the patio or just milled around but none of them were Clarissa, and then suddenly he saw something out the corner of his eye and when he turned to look he saw her emerge from the side of his house wearing a lovely floral summer dress and his heart soared.

Alex thought to himself that It was amazing how quickly she had gone from an unwelcome intruder on his hospitality to filling his every waking thought, at least when he wasn’t shagging some other strumpet, and he hadn’t even bedded her yet.

Clarissa wasn’t even his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes sexual attraction wise, but still he couldn’t wait to see her and he thought maybe there was more than sex about her, but then he lost his train of thought before he reached a conclusion as he noticed she was braless as she approached him in her summer dress.