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.
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 when
she got what she wanted.
Alex awoke
early in the darkness to the sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock
radio, he could just make out in the half light, a small finger reaching out
and silencing it, and he closed his eyes again.
A few
moments later his eyes opened again when the thought occurred to him that he
didn’t have a clock radio, so he tried to figure out where the hell he was and
who the owner of the finger was.
He tried
desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is
that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with
things from your memory bank.
For
example, when your eyes become more accustomed to the darkness a sleeping dog
on the floor becomes a dressing gown discarded the night before, or a sleeping
child on the chair becomes a sweater dropped haphazardly.
He was
still struggling to identify any point of reference that would identify his
location but to no avail, after all he had woken up in a good many bedrooms
over the years, but just then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and
Clarissa kissed him on the chest, and it all came flooding back to him, she had
lured him to the house the night before with the promise of dinner, only for
her to greet him dressed as a gingerbread girl, and It had always been Clarissa
intention when she invited him to dinner that she was the only thing on the
menu.
After
“dinner” Alex ordered a takeaway while Clarissa picked up all her discarded
clothes and then they decadently ate McDonalds in their underwear at the dining
table where he had dined on her.
After that
she took him to her bed room again and rode him again, this time more frenzied like
a whirling dervish and when she collapsed on him in an orgasmic heap and fell
asleep, and there she lay still draped across him sighing with contentment.
Clarissa
looked up at him and smiled and then the penny finally dropped and she gave him
a shocked wide eyed look, not unlike the one when she first saw his aroused
cock, as she realised that they were in her bed together and her parents were
in the room across the landing, he was still persona non grata with her parents
just for being in a relationship with her, but that disdain would pale into
insignificance if he was caught in her bedroom with their well rogered
daughter.
“What do we
do now?” he whispered, “Will they come in?”
“On no” she
replied “there’s no fear of that”
“Ok you
keep watch and I’ll sneak downstairs when it’s clear” he suggested
“No, wait
until Mum goes in the shower” Clarissa said
“What about
your Dad?” he asked
“No, he’ll
either be in the en suite or” she said and chuckled “He’ll be watching BBC
Breakfast and ogling Naga Munchetty”
“Ok” he
acquiesced
Doubtless
spurred on by the element of danger and with its usual bad sense of timing his
cock went hard, very hard.
“Not now”
he thought to himself just at the moment the two of them heard her parents’
bedroom door open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.
“She’s in
the bathroom” Clarissa said “you need to go”
Alex
slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his
head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it
engulfed him.
Alex looked down to see Clarissa sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock
deep in her mouth
“Oh Clarissa you naughty ginger harlot” He said to her as she went about her
task with relish, as he had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on
the back of her pigtailed head and he was nearing the threshold
“Oh Clarissa do you want me to go or do you want me to cum”
In response
to his question she gave him one more full-length suck then looked up at him
with a broad leery smile then turned and knelt on the bed with her skinny round
arse in the air.
Her moist
pussy lips clearly on display, and ready to receive him, with her head and
shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of
what was to come.
He was
amused to see she was still wearing the red and white candy stripped stockings
though they were no longer above her knees as one was around her ankle, while
the other clung precariously to her calf.
As he stood
proud behind her pouting lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked
up the top pillow and lay it beside her
“I think
you might need that as well” he said, and a skinny arm shot out and dragged the
pillow beneath the duvet.
In truth he
wasn’t sure that would be enough either, she was a very noisy partner which was
evident as he penetrated her right up to his balls and she let out a muffled
scream.
“Oh God” he
exclaimed, as it felt so good and all the more exciting because of the risk of
being discovered, and she was equally relishing it, as he could hear her
moaning beneath the duvet as her tight pussy continued to receive him.
Clarissa’s
hips were swinging slightly from side to side as he gave her another length and
she tried to wriggle deeper under cover because she knew just how much she was
enjoying his cock repeatedly spearing her.
He went
into her again and she squirmed and squealed, then again, shorter and shallower
this time, then again and again, bringing stifled moans this time, like low
rumbles from inside the duvet.
Alex
quickened the pace, and she responded more loudly, the strokes shortened and
her response heightened, they were both on the edge, quicker and quicker he
went, louder and louder she responded, shorter and shorter the strokes, higher
and higher the frequency of her reaction, they were so close, he was so close,
gritting his teeth on the zenith, then she went beyond it and came loudly, but
he pushed on and on the next stroke he was there and he exploded inside her.
Alex stood
behind her panting with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, his
cock still twitching inside her quivering quim as it oozed around him, and he
stroked her perfect smooth white buttocks absentmindedly, committing every moment
of that spine tingling encounter to his wank bank, then reluctantly he withdrew
and she collapsed in a spent sighing heap, most of her still hidden beneath the
covers and he kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“I need to
get out of here” he said and began to get dressed, she was still purring,
mostly out of sight as he slipped on his shoes.
he threw
back the covers and she rolled onto her back and smiled broadly at him and
simultaneously spread her legs wide, and the tableaux shouted out “fuck me
again”
“No time
for that now Clarissa” he said “not that I don’t want to as much as you do”
But she
just lay there looking unconvinced.
“Your Mum
will be out of the shower any minute now” he entreated
“Oh God”
she said “I forgot about Mum”
The lusty
come hither look evaporated and was replaced by a wide-eyed look of panic and
she leapt out of bed.
“Oh God, oh
God” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”
He grasped
her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as
gorgeous as your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting
something on would be a start”
She looked
down at herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw and grabbed her dressing
gown off the back of the door and put it on and giggled.
“Stockings”
he said
“What?” she
quizzed, so Alex pointed to the candy-striped stockings rolled around her
ankles
“Oh” she
said, and laughed and then blushed, then plopped down on the edge of the bed
and quickly pulled the stocking off her feet.
“Now go and
see where she is” he said and opened the door, Clarissa nodded and slipped out
onto the landing and returned a moment later
“She’s
still in the bathroom” she whispered
“Ok” Alex
said “I’ll go first, and you follow me down”
She nodded
and he kissed her, then he turned and opened the door.
he tiptoed
across the landing with Clarissa right behind him, but he had just stepped down
onto the first step when the bathroom door opened, Alex pressed himself flat
against the wall, and when he looked back towards Clarissa, she looked like a
rabbit caught in the headlights.
“Hello
Darling” her Mum said
“Hi Mum,
I’m just going to put the kettle on” she replied
“Ok
sweetheart” her Mum said and then her bedroom door closed and they both let out
long synchronised sighs and exchanged a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously
down the stairs.
At the
bottom he turned right and crossed the hall and headed for the kitchen and she
followed.
Alex
thought it safer to go out the back door as her parents’ bedroom was at the
front of the house.
At the back
door they had a brief kiss and hug
“Come round
after breakfast if you still want your seconds” he said
“Oh, I do”
she retorted and kissed him, and he slipped a hand inside her dressing gown to
cup her breast.
“You can
wait to play with them” she said and ejected his hand “If I have to wait then
so do you”
After a
final kiss he stepped outside, but before he left, he whispered
“Wear the
stockings”
“You perv”
she retorted
“I know” he
admitted “but you love it”
And then he
slipped away into the darkness.
