Choice Tales from the Vale – (334) Home for the Weekend

 

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, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but after three weeks away at Uni Clarissa was coming home for the weekend, so Alex drove up to Abbottsford late on Friday afternoon to pick her up, she did have a car of her own but she elected to leave that at home, as she didn’t think she would need it, as her halls were on campus.

Her Dad did offer to get her but she declined because her Dad could only provide her with a lift, and she required much more from her chauffeur, because other than her own fingers, she’d had nothing between her thighs that didn’t need batteries and she was gagging for it, in fact the result of their three week separation was that they were both as horny as hell.

Unfortunately, when Alex arrived at her halls he discovered there were too many people coming and going or milling around for him to satisfy both their needs in their usual manner, so they only had time for a quick snog.

“Get me to Willow” she said through gritted teeth “quickly”

Quickly wasn’t really an option in Abbottsford on a Friday evening but he did the best he could under the circumstances but the further he got from the University the easier it got, and once they got on the Finchbottom Express Way they were flying along.

Clarissa had remained uncharacteristically quiet on the journey and when she did speak it was in single syllables’ and as they sped along the Expressway she began to get a bit fidgety in her seat and was opening and closing her legs, until they got to within half an hour when she suddenly spoke.

“Pull in here” she said urgently pointing

“Why?”

“Quick, I really need to pee”

She was pointing at a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond on the other, so he pulled off the road as instructed and came to a halt.

Clarissa got out and headed to the nearest bush, so he got out to stretch his legs at the same time and he could hear her pissing behind a bush, so he walked a little closer, and it was really loud, like a horse.

Momentarily the headlights from a passing car illuminated the bushes and for a split second he could actually see the jet of pee, and he found it exciting and he was getting a semi on.

He never used to get aroused by such things; when his crumpet of choice were buxom peasant wenches, but when Clarissa did it, it turned him on.

It went quiet so he concluded she must have finished, and he thought he detected her standing up, so he went back to the car.

When she got in the passenger seat she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,

“What did you take those off for?” he asked

“Why do you think?” she answered

“Did you pee on them?”
“No I did not,” she replied indignantly

“Why then?”

“So we can have sex” she replied and she dropped her underwear in the footwell and kissed him and put her hand on my semi.

“God it doesn’t take much for you does it?” she stated, and her tongue was in his mouth and she was using both hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.

“Blimey Clarissa” he said after breaking away from her mouth “What’s got into you?”

“You in a minute I hope” She replied and kissed him hard on the mouth again

“Why now”? he asked escaping her lips again

“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth, then with his cock out she went down on him and when she came up for air he asked

“Remind me why we’re having sex in the car when we can do it at mine in half an hour”

“Because I’m horny now” she said unbuttoning her blouse

“No self-control” he told her as she opened her white shirt and he reached out and cupped one of her tits, and it occurred to him that she had no bra on, and he wondered why she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously

“With my knickers and tights” she answered curtly

“Ask a stupid question,” he exclaimed and started sucking her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay .

“Come on then Clarissa if you want to play” he said clambering over the seats and into the back of the car.

They had only had a limited period of foreplay in the front, but it was enough so he was sitting in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.

Clarissa was not a big unit and nor was she a tall girl and once in the car she was sidling between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat, and he knew what she had in mind, it was one of her favourite positions and it was a repeat of the time she first took the initiative in a sexual encounter when she got between him and the dining table in his house.

When she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.

Clarissa gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and her wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the car, but despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her boney hips until she milked him dry.

She eventually relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.

“Now you can take me home” she instructed

 

After they separated Alex retrousered himself and returned to the driver’s seat while Clarissa sprawled herself across the backseat and remained there for the rest of the journey, until they got within a couple of miles from home when they stopped at a set of traffic lights and he reached down into the passenger side footwell and retrieved her underwear which he then threw at her face and she giggled.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (333) The Cleaners Abuse

 

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 thirty two year old Gloria Samson lived and worked.

She was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, but she thought her short blonde hair was her crowning glory, though when she was working she wore it in a pony tail, and she worked a lot, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic and she was also a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.

But being stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of, meant from behind she looked like a boy, she had very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

So, she had no major assets to speak of, not visible ones at any rate, she had her work ethic obviously, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and she was very good in bed.

But she was left alone after her husband of 10 years Terry, told her out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.

However, there was one other man in her life that she thought was a suitable candidate for her affections and her lust who was one of her long-standing clients, Dr Rowe.

 

Dr Phillip Rowe was a physio therapist who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice which he ran out of his home in Willow, and it was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

Gloria had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.

He was a quiet unassuming man, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, and she liked him very much, and had from the beginning and she had to spring a trap to get him, but he was very willing prey, who allowed himself to be caught on multiple occasions.

 

It had been a month since their sexual relationship began in the entrance hall of his surgery, and like that very first time she had just finished her period and she was exceptionally horny, but unlike the last time she knew the quality of the sex that she had been going without.

Also on this occasion she didn’t have to contend with his shyness, so she didn’t think she would need to deploy the same tactics she did the first time, to get her over the line.

She would just have to let him know she was horny and that would be that, without even having to deploy her best assets, one being an extremely cute bum and the other her stunningly nice legs.

More often than not, because she knew she had great legs, she wore short skirts and because she had the arse of a teenage boy her second outfit of choice were jeggings.

When she was wearing the former she would perform tasks around him which involved her stretching up to her maximum height or on tiptoes so the hem of her skirt would rise justenough to expose the merest glimpse of her panties.

When she was wearing jeggings or leggings she would perform lower level tasks around him that involved her bending over at the waist and serving up the delicious view of her pert round bum, she always knew when she had hit the mark because his cheeks would be flushed when she turned around.

 

She turned up for work as usual wearing a skin tight top to accentuate her braless breasts and a short skirt barely long enough to hide her knickers and went straight into the kitchen where he was sat drinking his   coffee and reading his paper and sat on his lap and kissed him, which he was happy to reciprocate, but did bring to a premature end.

“Sorry hon” he said “I have a patient in five minutes, and I can’t do you justice in 5 minutes”

“I’d settle for a cheeky finger” she suggested

“No, I’ll deal with you properly later” he said and then the doorbell rang      

As the morning went on, every time a patient came or went, she was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.

Eventually he got fed up with her in constant touchy feely mode, following him everywhere, and she was like sticky glue.

“What is the matter with you today?”

“I’m so horny” she replied “and I mean really horny”

“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said

“But I’m really horny” she pleaded

“Well you need to go and deal with it,” he told her

“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Gloria replied

“Well go and try again,” he suggested

“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again

Just at that moment the doorbell rang again, and the washing machine reached the spin cycle simultaneously

“Sit on that” he said and walked out, closing the door behind him

 

She took his advice and pleasured herself on washing machine to great effect but it didn’t scratch the itch the way that the good Doctor could.

When he’d seen his penultimate patient of the day out the door Gloria was nowhere to be seen, her coat and bag were still in the kitchen but she was not, he assumed that as she wasn’t there  rubbing up against him she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself.

 

 

When she did reappear, he was just showing his final patient of the day into his surgery and a very flushed looking Gloria walked into the kitchen and was very clearly “Sans Pants” beneath her very short skirt.

 

There was a very good reason why she wasn’t wearing any knickers and that was because her trip on the washing machine during the spin cycle had wet her pants to the point of them being un-wearable.

 

Phil had been in a state of semi arousal all day, since Gloria sat on his lap that morning, the thought of her wanking herself really turned him on, but knowing that when she wasn’t rubbing up against him she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself was even more sexy.

So if her wanking herself gave him a semi, the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax made him really hard.

So by the time Dr Rowe showed his last patient out, his balls were aching for her, so he bolted the door and went in search of Gloria, he checked the downstairs, room by room and turned the lights off as he left and then proceeded up the stairs.

He didn’t need to go room to room as the upstairs was in complete darkness but for a sliver of light beneath his bedroom door, so he was fairly confident his quarry was in there waiting for him.

He quickly undressed outside on the landing and then turned the handle and opened the door before stepping inside, although his engorged cock entered the room before him. 

 

Gloria was sitting on the edge of the bed tantalisingly flashing her fingered flange at him as she licked the sauce off her fingers, so he walked over and kissed her and her hand was immediately on his cock.

All of a sudden, she released her grip on him and turned away to crawl onto the bed but Phil grabbed her skinny hips and held her firmly as he plunged his pulsating cock between her moist pink lips.

“Oh yes do me like that” she rasped so he banged into her again and again and she was moaning and grunting like an animal, and he felt like he could have gone on and on and on as Gloria came hard and loud, and collapsed onto her elbows, but he kept on, and she came again, much harder and louder this time and collapsed on the bed, having done nothing all day but abuse herself she had expended all her energy.

“I don’t think I can go on Doc”

Phil rolled her over onto her back and pulled her pussy to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor and said

“You loaded the gun now you have to let me fire it”

And he slipped into her again carrying on where her left off and fucked her hard, until she let out a long loud orgasmic scream as he matched her exclamation with one of his own and ejaculated inside her.

Out of breath he looked down on her as she lay on the bed covered in sweat, panting hard and licking her lips.

“There’s no substitute for that” she said between pants and laughed.

“Was everything too your satisfaction?” he asked

“Oh God yes” she answered still chuckling.

It was only seven o’clock in the evening, and they were both finished, so they crawled into bed and slept until first light the next morning and awoke freshly aroused and began the day with some much gentler love making.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (332) Farewell my Lovely

 

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, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time had come for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, so they planned to spend the whole of the day before she left, together at Alex’s house.

So, he got up early and ran the bath, the very same bath he had shared on many intimate occasions with Clarissa.

“Perhaps we will today” he thought to himself as he sank into the relaxing water.

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

threw on his bathrobe and wandered downstairs to have breakfast before getting dressed, but as he began his descent he suddenly became aware he was not alone, so he hesitated, but then he smiled as he recognised Clarissa’s shoes by the front door and her coat discarded on top of the domed chest.

He completed his descent silently hoping to take her by surprise, but it was he who was to be surprised because as he approached the kitchen he caught sight of Clarissa sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.

He could tell by the smile of her face that she was aware of his presence, but he paused and watched her through the crack in the door as she fingered her crack.

She wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, as he followed the trail of discarded clothes, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What are you doing here so early?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”

“I was very horny” she replied

“Well you could have dealt with it yourself in your bed” he told her

“I already did that, twice, and I was still horny” Clarissa responded still fingering her crack, and with her free hand she reached inside his robe and grabbed his swollen cock

“I know you were watching me” she said

“Do you?”

“Yes, but how long were you watching?” she asked between kisses

“Long enough” he replied

“Oh yes it is” she purred as she stroked his length, then she uncrossed her legs, inched herself forward and pulled it towards her pussy, but Alex wasn’t ready to go in her right away, so he knelt before her ginger pussy and tasted her pungent juicy, and after her delicious prolonged self-abuse it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax with his tongue.

So he stood and he was soon before her again and this time he did let her plug his cock into her cunny, much to her relief, and she moaned loudly the moment he was inside her, she smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her there and then, and then Clarissa’s legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck and she pleaded

“Fuck me hard Alex”

So he gave her what she wanted.

“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”

As he obliged her wishes, her audible response grew louder and she released her grip around his neck and leant back, supporting her weight on her hands and gave great panting moans with each stroke with her head rolling from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, shot.

Breathing hard, Alex looked at the sweaty panting wreck that still had her legs locked behind him and was satisfied his offering had been well and truly enjoyed and when they finally stopped panting she said

“I hope there’s more where that came from, I’m staying all day”

“Is that right?”

“It is, because I won’t be getting any more cock till October, so I want as much as I can get today” She said

It really turned him on when posh girls talked dirty, so he said

“Well I’ll do my best”

“Good, you may now make me breakfast” Clarissa said and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.

Alex lifted her off the counter and smiled when he saw that the surface looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over on to it.

But as she turned her back on him, he said

“Cheeky mare” and spanked her fleshy buttock and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek, but then she chuckled.

He made them both a hearty breakfast to sustain them and they ate it rather decadently at the kitchen table, he in his bathrobe and she wearing only a chefs apron, and to be perfectly honest they were both looking forward to spending the rest of the day in a similar vein to the morning, and if the subsequent sexual episodes were only fractionally as good as what they served up on the kitchen counter, they were in for a very toe curling day.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (331) The Guilty Physio

 

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 thirty two year old Gloria Samson lived and worked.

She was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, but she thought her short blonde hair was her crowning glory, though when she was working she wore it in a pony tail, and she worked a lot, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic and she was also a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.

But being stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of, meant from behind she looked like a boy, she had very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

So, she had no major assets to speak of, not visible ones at any rate, she had her work ethic obviously, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and she was very good in bed.

But she was left alone after her husband of 10 years Terry, told her out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.

However there was one other man in her life that she thought was a suitable candidate for her affections and her lust who was one of her long-standing clients, Dr Rowe.

 

Dr Phillip Rowe was a physio therapist who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice which he ran out of his home in Willow, and it was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

Gloria had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.

He was a quiet unassuming man, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, and she liked him very much, and had from the beginning and she had to spring a trap to get him, but he was very willing prey, who allowed himself to be caught on multiple occasions.

 

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and they were in his surgery, Phil was sat at his desk naked from the waist down and was sat gazing thoughtfully out through the rain streaked window as Gloria enjoyed a post coital sleep on the treatment table with her clothes in total disarray.

Her top was rucked up around her neck, her bra lay loosely across her chest and her skirt was around her waist with only the front of pulled down to cover her modesty and her fanny and bizarrely her tights and knickers were still in a tangle around her ankle. 

 “What are you thinking about?” she asked as she stirred

“I was thinking that I could be struck off,” Phil replied

“I’ll stroke you off if you like,” she volunteered

“No, I mean it, I could be struck off for sleeping with a patient,” he said earnestly

“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” she suggested and giggled

“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for” he pointed out

“I was only a patient for six weeks and I’m not your patient anymore” she said as she sat up

“and it was two years ago”

There was silence for a few moments, and she swung her legs over the side of the table and slid her tiny frame to the floor

 “So, I think you’re safe” she added “for that anyway”

“What?”

“Well as my employer, you taking advantage of me, might be viewed as sexual harassment” she said as she walked over to his desk and kissed him

“No regrets though” she added between kisses

“Not on my part either” he said as he began kissing her breasts and sucking on her needle like nipples

“I thought you were worried about being struck off” she said

“I’ll only get struck off once, no matter how many times we do it” he replied

“That’s good to know” she said and then knelt on the floor in front of him and started pulling his shirt off, so he was completely naked.

Gloria smiled wickedly at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his semi aroused member, and his manhood was soon wide-awake and she tugged gently on his shaft until her lips left his and moved immediately to his cock and her tongue feathered his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.

“Oh, Gloria that’s so good” he said

When she had sucked him up good and hard her mouth left his cock and she stood up and prepared to climb aboard his shaft, still moist with her saliva, but he halted her progress with an outstretched hand.

“I want you completely naked” Phil demanded and she quickly complied, pulling her top off over her head, wriggling out of her skirt and discarding her bra with a shrug.

Her tights and knickers remained attached to her ankle and she made as if to shake them free, but they didn’t budge, so she stooped down to pull them off, but he said

“No leave them, it’s really sexy”

And the saucy tableaux before him made his cock twitch in anticipation.

Phil gave her a smile and she climbed onto his lap and slithered down him and as she did Gloria let out a long breathy sigh, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair.

She was pounding on his shaft with her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on him frenetically like a piston and his hands gripped her little buttocks as they rose and fell on him, as she moaned in his ear through gritted teeth.

The moans grew in intensity as the pace quickened, until she came with an animal grunt and his ejaculation pulsed inside her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (330) The Where am I? Moment

 

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (329) Stalking her Prey

 

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 thirty two year old Gloria Samson lived and worked.

She was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, but she thought her short blonde hair was her crowning glory, though when she was working she wore it in a pony tail, and she worked a lot, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic and she was also a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.

But being stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of, meant from behind she looked like a boy, she had very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

So, she had no major assets to speak of, not visible ones at any rate, she had her work ethic obviously, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and she was very good in bed.

The problem was she was alone, as her husband of 10 years Terry, told her out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.

She was devastated because she was a happily married woman, and she thought it was a good marriage and she did love him, admittedly the sex wasn’t earthmoving, as he wasn’t very adventurous or imaginative in the bedroom, and was strictly a missionary only kind of guy, but she did love him.

Ironically, she had just ended a brief fling a few weeks earlier stating her love for her husband as the reason she was ending it.

Gloria was a cleaner and because of her hard work she had built up list of regular clients in the big houses in the posh part of Willow and a couple of those houses were on Waterside Road.

In fact her very first job was on that road, the Monroe house, when she started it was working for the parents of the present Monroe in residence, and it was with Alex that she had the brief fling with.

It wasn’t a love affair or anything of that nature, it was simply no strings attached sex, and nor was it instigated by her, it was all down to Alex who took advantage of her while she was sprawled on the top of the domed trunk in the hallway while she was reaching for her wedding ring, not that she was complaining, she loved it and she jumped him uninvited a couple of times.

Nevertheless she brought it to an end because of her marriage, but that was now over and so was the chance of picking up with Alex again because he was now all loved up with the St Claire girl, who was the daughter of another of her long standing clients.

Although she was on a promise of a nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling totally orgasmic Christmas box which she had every intention of collecting.

There was one other man in her life however that she thought was a suitable candidate for her affections and her lust who was another of her long-standing clients, Dr Rowe.

 

Dr Phillip Rowe was a physio therapist who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice which he ran out of his home in Willow, and it was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

 

Gloria had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.

It turned out to be a wise investment as she ended up getting him as a client, and he was a good one as he wanted someone to do 4 hours, three days a week, and one and an hour and a half every other day, because he was a little OCD and needed the toilets cleaning every day.

She didn’t mind and because he had struggled to find someone to meet his needs, once he had seen her in action, he paid very well.

 

He was a quiet unassuming man, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, and she liked him very much, and had from the beginning.

She also knew that he liked her, or at least he liked looking at her, because she had caught him on numerous occasions, and she was really flattered, not many men looked at her the way he did.

But she was a happily married woman, so she carried on working and he carried on watching and she remained flattered.

However, after Terry had left her she decided to reassess the situation and explore whether or not there was potential for a relationship.

Her first move was to test the strength of his attraction unfortunately she didn’t have an extensive arsenal of weaponry at her disposal.

She wasn’t tall and leggy nor was she curvy or hippy so she would just have to make the most of what she did have.

Although Gloria was by her own admission, plain, she did however have charming green eyes and a lovely smile, she was also small and petite which moved her into cute territory, she also possessed that greatly underappreciated trait of a nice personality.

Her personality had certainly carried her a long way, which was why he always greeted her arrival, on his surgery days, with a cheerful countenance and an invitation to tea and biscuits in the kitchen.

But with his shyness, personality and refreshments wasn’t going to get her over the line, and for that she needed to deploy her best assets, one being an extremely cute bum and the other was her really nice legs.

More often than not, because she knew she had great legs, she wore short skirts and because she had the arse of a teenage boy her second outfit of choice was jeggings.

When she was wearing the former she would perform tasks around him which involved her stretching up to her maximum height or on tiptoes so the hem of her skirt would rise just enough

  to expose the merest glimpse of her panties.

When she was wearing jeggings or leggings she would perform lower level tasks around him that involved her bending over at the waist and serving up the delicious view of her pert round bum, she always knew when she had hit the mark because his cheeks would be flushed when she turned around.

Gloria was not blessed with a chest of any note in fact her offerings were on the meagre side, regardless she took to going braless and wearing very clingy tops to make the best of what she had, and arousing her nipples before entering a room he was in she thought would peak his interest.

However, despite all her best efforts, and the fact that he had noticed her and furthermore relished the tableaux she presented to him, he didn’t act.

This inaction on her part left her very frustrated, and on top of that her period started.

Immediately following her period, she was always incredibly horny, so she planned to seriously up her game on the first day she was free of the curse.

Instead of a clingy top she went for something more loosely fitting in a translucent fabric, her shortest skirt, and a pair of black silk knickers with lace trim.

 

“Morning Doc” she said brightly as she let herself in and Phil’s spirits lifted.

“Hello Gloria” he said brightly, putting down his newspaper, he looked forward to her visits, even though he felt guilty for the dirty thoughts he had about her.

She took off her coat and hung it up behind the kitchen door, but before she put on her tabard she asked

“Could I have a drink before I start?”

“Of course, help yourself” he replied hoping she went for a tumbler, “You know where the glasses are”

The glasses were in the cupboard across from where he was sitting and the tumblers were on the top shelf and being only five foot she had to stand on tiptoe to reach them and as she knew, the act of stretching up her arm raised the hem of her skirt, she then reached further to the back of the shelf and fully expose the curves of her perfect little cheeks in her black silk knickers, when she had retrieved a glass she turned and looked at him and was delighted to see he had his mouth open.

Gloria was smiling as she walked to the sink, where she filled the glass and stood there for a moment or two feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, and was sure his eyes were still on her, so she slowly turned around to face him and he audibly gasped as the morning sun turned her translucent blouse invisible.

“Gotya” she thought “Now to reel him in”

But before she had chance to capitalise from her provocative handiwork and take advantage of him, the doorbell rang

“Oh um… PPPPatient” He stuttered and got uncomfortably to his feet, due to his erection which was significant, so much so that he couldn’t straighten up, and had to hold his newspaper in front of him to hide the bulge.

“Bollocks” muttered Gloria and took her tabard from behind the door and put it on as Phil opened the door.

“Ah Mr Cooke, you’re a little early but go through to the surgery” he said, still unable to achieve the perpendicular

“Blimey Doc you look like you need physio more than I do” he said and laughed

 

Gloria meanwhile powered through the cleaning fuelled by anger and frustration and then went home to get ready for action.

She had tempted, taunted and teased for weeks yet she still hadn’t been rogered so there would be no more beating around the bush, she was just going to take what she wanted.

So, after she had bathed she dried her freshly laundered bush and stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.

She had shaved her pussy in the summer, and it made her feel quite sexy, but not as sexy as she felt with her bush.

Gloria perfumed and powdered every inch of her tiny frame and then she did her hair and makeup before dressing in the sexiest silk underwear that she possessed, stockings and suspenders and the finished off with a white silk blouse and a pleated skirt then she returned to Dr Rowes house.

It was getting late when she left the house and by the time she drove into Phil’s road it was dark, but she decided to park on the street and walk to his house and as she walked along the meandering path up to his front door she couldn’t see any lights on, but his surgery was at the back so it was possible he was in there, by the time she walked through the front door her eyes were accustomed to the dark but there was no sign of life.

“It’s just not to be” Gloria thought to herself and sighed and then thought she’d have a coffee before she went home again and fingered herself to sleep.

Just as she reached the kitchen, the door suddenly opened and a weak light spilled into the hall and then she was knocked off her feet by a figure and she and her assailant fell into the darkness of the hall, and Gloria finished up prostrate on top of her attacker on the person rug.

As soon as she detected the aftershave she kissed them full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly and in that instant of insertion Phil kissed her back and she was encouraged by the certain degree of skill in his tongues application, and she was really enjoying the rather pleasing engagement of tongue and she would have said he was a damn good kisser, and she wasn’t expecting that.

Phil on the other and wasn’t expecting her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his semi through the opening, and in her hand it didn’t stay semi for long, and then she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way she set about her task he was left in no doubt that his was not the first cock she'd had her lips around.
Phil could only lay back while Gloria, the object of his lust gave him  great head and say

“Oh Gloria”

But she had no intention of letting him come anywhere other than inside her cunny so she quickly stood up, which was when she noticed that one of her shoes was missing, which had obviously come off her foot when they both fell, so she kicked off its partner and then

Gloria backed away from the shadows and into the pool of light spilling from the kitchen and stood against the wall where she slowly and seductively unzipped her skirt and let it fall easily to the floor.

She couldn’t see her audience but she knew he was there as he gasped as her skirt descended to her ankles, so she began unbuttoning her blouse, one button at a time and then with a shrug of her shoulders the blouse floated to the ground, and then she stood against the wall wearing a silk camisole set, stockings and suspenders all in white.  Which was when Phil joined her from the shadows with his erection still protruding from his open fly and as they stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything but her breathing was quick and shallow, as she waited for him to make the next move, and after a half a minute or so his lips returned to hers and Gloria’s hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.

Phil fumbled inside her camisole and moved his hands quickly to her soft little breasts surmounted by needle sharp nipples, when aroused, which they quickly were.

Soon her kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught so his hands left her titties and travelled to her back to begin  their journey down to her fleshy cheeks which he briefly fondled through the silk, before slipping his thumbs in the waistband of her cami knickers and pulled them off effortlessly as they gave little resistance over her narrow hips and tiny arse.

Once her silk drawers reached her ankles she extricated her stocking feet from the pile of discarded clothing and kicked them aside while Phil fondled her soft, squeezable arse, but he soon worked his way teasingly to her freshly laundered bush and then slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

Gloria was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose but still gripping his cock, but she reluctantly let go to undo his trouser button and frantically began to yank down his Chinos and bared his arse.

Phil removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the corner behind her where Gloria’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly.

But she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

“So, I just have one question” she said

“Is this just a one off or can I expect regular attention?”

“I’m hoping to be a frequent flyer” he replied

“Time to check in then” she said and relaxed her thighs and with Phil grasping a cheek in each hand he lifted her off the floor where she opened up for him and he slid into her and Gloria wrapped herself around him, pulling him deeper into her, and she moaned as he went at her greedily.

With her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, Gloria was growling out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.

As he pumped her harder her moans turned to guttural groans as her pleasure heightened and grew louder the closer, she got to climax and was frenetically climbing until crescendo and they climaxed in unison.

There stayed in their final lustful position for several minutes, panting loudly, his cock still twitching inside her and her muscles contracting around his shaft and she made several long pleasurable languorous sighs as he kissed her neck and she hugged him tightly.

 

When he finally withdrew from her they had a long lingering kiss before Gloria picked up her clothes and quickly started to dress in the dark, but she had only just hoisted her knickers up into place when the hall light went on and he stood watching her wearing nothing except her secretions, as he had been undressing while she was pulling her draws up.

“You don’t need to be wearing anything more than that for what I have in mind” Phil said

“Oh yes, and what do you have in mind?” she asked

“Get upstairs to my bed and you’ll find out” he said and walked to the bottom of the stairs, she followed smartly, and they exchanged a long liquid kiss before she sprinted up the stairs giggling.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (328) Gingerbread Girl

 

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.

 

Clarissa had invited him the St Claire house that evening, with the promise of dinner, he was a little apprehensive because he was still persona non grata with her parents, but when he went next door he was relieved to find there were no cars on the drive.

So, he knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and there was still no reply so he turned the doorknob and opened the door and let himself in.

“Hello! Clarissa!” he called, and a disembodied voice replied

“Hi babe, I’m in the kitchen, go in the lounge, I’ll be there in a minute”

Alex sat in a large leather chair in the lounge and was reading a magazine when he suddenly realized Clarissa was standing in the doorway and when he looked up he did a double take.

He had expected to see her wearing an apron over a pretty little outfit but instead Clarissa was stood there in the doorway dressed in a very different outfit indeed.

“Do you like it?” she said

“Very much” he replied

“It’s my gingerbread girl outfit from last year’s school Christmas production” she explained

“Were you supposed to keep it?”

“No” she admitted “but I thought it made me look sexy”

“Oh, it certainly does” he said as he looked her up and down

She had put her ginger hair in braids, tied with red ribbons, and was Wearing a brown pinafore dress sporting a large gingerbread figure motif, over a white scoop necked top and petticoat, red and white candy stiped stockings reaching just above her knees topped with red bows, and red high heels which shaped her legs

“I thought we were having dinner” Alex said

“I thought you might like a bit of gingerbread first” she replied coyly

as she walked towards him and began unbuttoning the straps on her pinafore and let the front fall forward, and he could see she was braless.

When she reached his chair Clarissa undid the buttons either side of her waistband but before the dress slipped over her hips she leant forward and put a hand on the arm rests either side of him to support herself, allowing him a perfect view, down her scoop necked top, of her tits hanging seductively inviting and then she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.

When she stopped Clarissa stood up and taking hold of both hands, she pulled him up out of the chair, then with a wiggle of her hips the dress was around her ankles.

 

Alex intended to pick her up and carry her upstairs, but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the stairs, which must have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls and door frames.

At the foot of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining room, where he relieved her of her top, and she wriggled out of her petticoat, before he pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her magnificent erect, pink nipples, and he heard a double clunk behind him, as her red shoes hit the floor, so now only a pair of scanty red knickers and her red and white candy stiped stockings remained.

Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her.

When he stopped Alex reached up under her arse with both hands and got hold of her pants, and began pulling them from her cheeks, Clarissa obliged him by lifting her bum off the table, and down her thighs to her knees, then he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits, and puller her knickers off over her stocking feet as he looked lustily down at her pink pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Alex” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue, she very soon came, and after Alex had finished licking her lips he stood up and licked his.

“Do it here, do it now” she begged as she tried to release his cock from his trousers, but he suddenly became aware of just how many windows there were in that room so was fearful of being seen, so he thought it would be best to take her upstairs, and do her in her own bed, he hadn’t been in her bedroom before.

“No” he said sternly and she looked at him crestfallen until he said “Your bed” Which was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a rat up a drainpipe, Alex however took more measured strides, mainly because of his erection, so made a more steady ascent up the stairs.

Clarissa was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he entered the room.

“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees, her breasts and her ginger braids going their own way as everything bounced, although his eyes focused on her tits.

“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees, before she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her and hurriedly began undoing his trousers

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face, with her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.

“There he is” Clarissa said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.

Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when she suddenly leapt up and taking him by surprise, shoved him so hard that he fell onto the bed.

“Get on your back” she commanded, and he duly complied and in an instant, she was on top of him and thrusting her eager young cunny onto his erection.

“Oh, that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him again and again as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she expertly performed on him so satisfyingly.

Unlike the previous times she had ridden him, she remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans from herself.

Not needing to intercede Alex just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice, and she screamed as he shot into her.

“Oh, fuck yes”

 

It had always been Clarissa’s intention that when she invited him to dinner that she was the only thing on the menu, so Alex ordered a takeaway while Clarissa picked up all her discarded clothes.

They decadently ate McDonalds in their underwear at the dining table where he had dined on her.