The Dulcets
were 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 was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow
River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant
River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family
home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during
Christmas.
On the last
Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old
cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked
wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.
Following
that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.
Although
there had been some extremely heavy petting on Christmas Day, Johnny fingering
Chantal in the coat cupboard and her beating him off under the dining table,
Johnny hadn’t been inside his cousin Chantal since Christmas Eve, however the house
was much quieter on Boxing Day, so Johnny hoped his prospects of skewering her
juicy cunny were much improved, the size of his early riser was testament to
that.
Chantal was
certainly up for it judging by what he saw after he slipped out of bed and left
his bedroom that morning when he was greeted by the vision of her naked body
standing in the bathroom door, wearing nothing but a leer.
Although
his eyes were drawn to her freshly laundered lush hairy bush, and her huge
hanging breasts and then back to her bush again.
He was just
about to cross the landing and sully her newly washed and scented pussy when he
heard his little sisters running up the stairs.
“Later” she
mouthed and then retreated into the bathroom.
The next
time he saw her she was in the kitchen wearing a gorgeous Christmas Dress which
showed off her figure really well, and festive red woolly tights which did the
same to her legs.
She was
standing with her back to him making a hot drink, and he wanted to go close
behind her and reach up and cup her lovely tits, but she was not alone, his two
seven-year-old sisters were sitting at the table eating cereal, so instead of
copping two generous handfuls of teenage titties he said
“Morning”
“Hi Johnny”
she responded throwing him a glance over her shoulder “Coffee?”
“If that’s
all that’s on offer” he thought but out loud he said
“Yes
please”
He sat down
at the table and a moment later she carried the drinks over and sat next to
him.
The twins
were still eating when she put her hand on his lap and stroked him to arousal
before whispering in his ear
“I really
want this…... very soon”
The girls
finished their breakfast and went running out the room, so Chantal and Johnny
adjusted their positions, so they were facing each other.
“So, let’s
talk about you needs” he said as he put his hand on her knee and began the
journey beneath the hem of her dress.
“I’m sure I
was perfectly clear” she replied as his hand reached her naked thigh, it
appeared he had been mistaken about her tights, they were actually long socks,
so he proceeded to her knickers, keeping eye contact with her and she opened up
for him.
“Where are
your knickers?” he asked as his fingers reached the coarse hairs of her bush
“They’re in
the same place as my bra” she retorted “Are you compl…..” She began but lost
her train of thought as he emersed his finger in her cream.
It wouldn’t
have taken him long, in her heightened state of arousal, to bring her to climax
as he worked between her sticky lips, but before that Chantal’s mum came
breezing into the kitchen and her legs snapped shut like a bear trap.
While her
mum was pottering about in the kitchen Chantal mouthed a demand
“I want
COCK”
Then she
got up and left the room.
There was
nothing Johnny wanted more at that moment that to oblige Cousin Chantal by
plugging into her tight cunny, but he knew that would have to wait until after
lunch.
The family
were all going to the Pantomime in Sharpington after lunch, they would be gone
for at least 3 hours which was more than enough time for him to skewer his eager
young cousin at least twice.
He had already agreed to stay home and keep an eye on
granddad who had no interest in watching Aladdin
with a rowdy audience of excited kids, so he was going to stay home and watch
the Boxing Day sport, Chantal had told her mum she had bad stomach cramps so
wanted to spend the afternoon in bed, what she actually wanted was to spend the
afternoon being bedded.
In order to
make it convincing Chantal went upstairs to lay down and skipped lunch, she was
a bit peckish but that wasn’t the appetite she wanted to satisfy.
So, the
family all disappeared straight after lunch, and Johnny spent ten minutes
making sure granddad had everything he needed and went off in search of minge.
He was
already naked when he opened the door to the twin’s bedroom where Chantal had
been sleeping over Christmas.
When he
looked in, he could see Chantal in the top bunk where he assumed she had fallen
asleep while she was waiting for him,
“After a
cheeky finger obviously” he thought
So, he quietly
closed the door, locked it, and tiptoed across the room as he feasted his eyes
on her naked buttock protruding from beneath the duvet.
He was
fully aroused by the time he started to caress her bare cheek and then followed
the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At his
first touch she was no more than moist, but she lathered up very quickly as he
stroked her, and Chantal began moaning softly into her pillow.
As she
warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated ever louder from her
pillow, he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she
came.
After he
had withdrawn his wet fingers from her hot juicy, she swung her legs over the
side and slid off her bunk so he could dispatch her on the lower bunk.
But as she
slithered downwards with her legs flailing Johnny took the initiative and
wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her juicy minge before
her feet could hit the floor.
He
supported her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle, while his right
hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give him some purchase while he fucked
her.
But after
only a couple of strokes Chantal planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held
tightly onto the top rail and moaned uncontrollably as he pummelled her.
Chantal’s
gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping
against the side of a boat.
She was so
hot, so tight, and so juicy, that with every penetration she let out little
high-pitched grunts and he could feel himself on the threshold as Chantal
bobbed up and down on him like a monkey on a stick and then with a scream of satisfaction,
she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and
exploded inside her sweet cunny.
After about
half an hour of laying in the post coital afterglow on the bottom bunk Chantal
giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft and tongued his ear while
tugging on his cock.
“Oh, you
want more do you?” he asked already knowing the answer
“I do” She
replied
“Then get your
gorgeous greedy arse into my bed while I check on granddad” he said
“Then I’ll
give you some more”
“This is
the best Christmas ever” Chantal said and giggled as she rushed out the door
headed for his bedroom.
