Dance for me that dance
The one of ancient rhythm
Dance it to my whim
Like a primordial organism
Dance for me that dance
Laid back like the limbo
Hips grinding and gyrating
With your legs akimbo
Dance for me that dance
Dance it like a beast
Feel the animal rhythm
Feel the sensual beat
Sing for me that song
The one of ancient language
Guttural and savage
Like a beast in a cage
Dance for me that dance
Dance it to my rhythm
And as the music ends
Sing to me your orgasm
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.
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.
Two days before the planned deflowering of
Clarissa St Claire, she and Alex Monroe shared a bath in his en suite bathroom
in between two particularly sensual interludes.
There had been many such sexual adventures
over the six weeks since the drunken ginger nubile almost fell through the
front door of his house and he began the sullying process, each episode
designed to overcome her shyness, which would lead ultimately to her
surrendering her virginity to him and it was prior to the long soak in the bath
when the day was chosen, the day after Presentation Day.
But during the bath a more specific
conversation took place
“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”
Well Clarissa did stay overnight, and was
sullied before breakfast and again before lunch, but she didn’t just stay the
one night, she stayed for four, she only packed a change of clothes for one
night, not that that in itself was a problem, she didn’t wear many clothes and
when she did she didn’t keep them on for long.
The expensive Carrington Chase School uniform
saw action more than once while she was there although by her last day and
their final union before she returned home, there was very little left that was
still fit to wear after all the secretions and ejaculations it had endured,
which was why she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but her straw boater,
pale blue knee socks and her school tie around her neck hanging between her
gorgeous breasts.
Alex was sitting on a stool at the breakfast
bar and said
“Hello, the sexy schoolgirl is back”
Clarissa said nothing, she just sidled between
him and the breakfast bar like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat,
and then started to rub her naked arse against his arousal.
“So, you want to play do you?”
She didn’t answer him but let out a long
steady exhale through her nose and then leant forward over the counter and
pushed again against the lump in his trousers.
Due to the discomfort of his growing arousal
he repositioned himself until he was almost standing and began caressing her
beautiful buttocks as she continued to rub against his cock and then she
managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump was rubbing up and down
her bum crack.
She was bent over the breakfast bar with her
full weight on her palms, and he was very hard so he undid his trousers, before
he inserted a digit between her sticky lips, liken to checking the oil level on
an engine and Clarissa let out a low appreciative moan and when he withdrew his
finger it came out wet.
He could quite easily have nailed her where
she stood, and they would both have been more than satisfied but instead he sat
back on the stool with his cock stiffly on parade
“Come on then Clarissa if you want to play” he
commanded and she looked over her shoulder and as she still had her hands on
the breakfast bar she shuffled backwards and lowered her wet ginger pussy
hesitantly until she had squatted on his shaft moaning loudly and 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 making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did so,
despite her relative lack of skill as a lover, and given the unorthodox
position, perhaps inevitably Clarissa lost the rhythm so Alex had to take
control, so with his balls fit to burst, he used one hand to hold her onto him
and the other to push himself up from the stool and then he stood up with his
cock still deep inside her and with five or six lengths he finished her over
the breakfast bar.
Clarissa sighed as he withdrew and she was
still laying bent over the bar sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny
on full display when he had redressed, so he bent down and kissed one glorious
cheek and caressed the other and said
“Come on lovely girl, time to get some clothes
on your lovely bod”
“Don’t want to” she retorted
“And get this inside some clean knickers” he
added and ran his finger along her slippery slit and she made a self satisfied
purr
“I haven’t got any left” she said and giggled
and made her buttocks jiggle
“You’ll have to buy some more when you go
shopping with your mum this afternoon” he said
Clarissa slithered off the breakfast bar,
turned around and hugged him.
“Should I tell her that I need to stock up
because you keep getting my knickers wet?”
“Technically you get them wet” he said “I just
get you wet”
“That will make her feel much better about it”
she said and laughed
“Perhaps not, it certainly won’t help my case
when we tell her we’re a couple” Alex said and then they kissed.
Clarissa managed to find a fairly clean pair
of pants, good enough to get her next door any way, and the remainder of soiled
items went with her in her sports bag.
She left the uniform at Alex’s house, apart
from the knee socks and her blouse, as it was in severe need of a dry clean.
It would remain in his wardrobe after that and
would feature regularly in their sex life.
The image of Clarissa walking into the
kitchen, wearing nothing but her straw boater, pale blue knee socks and her
school tie around her neck hanging between her gorgeous breasts down to her
glorious ginger bush, would remain with him forever and feature heavily in his
wank bank.
Guests at the Black Swan were required to
vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until 12, and Jane arrived back just
before half past 10, and she was not only the horniest she could ever remember
but she was also desperate for a piss.
Once in the room she went straight into the
bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and even before her cheeks hit the
seat, she released a jet of piss.
Greg could hear someone peeing, a prolonged
spurt, which he found strangely arousing, and he was curious to see who it was,
he assumed it was one of the housemaids, but he didn’t want to alert them to
his presence, he just knew that he would like to see them piss as well as hear
it, so he quietly moved so he could look through a gap in the cubicle door, and
he was surprised to see it was not a housemaid but a guest.
He saw Jane Bloomfield sitting on the toilet, shorts and
knickers around her knees and her thick black bush was clearly visible, as she
squeezed out the last drops of piss, and then she did something surprising, she
hoisted her T-shirt up above her breasts, unhooked her bra, and began toying
with her nipple with one hand while the other one went between her thighs, and
not to wipe her whiskers, so the beast in his shorts was very wide awake.
Jane’s mega piss had done nothing to alleviate her horniness,
which was why she abandoned her plan to flick herself off on the bed and began
fingering herself on the toilet.
“Jeeezus” she exclaimed as her digits frigged between her
juicy lips “Oh that’s so good”
Greg should have done the gentlemanly thing
and made his presence known but he was really enjoying the show and he would
have continued to do so had he not dropped the showerhead.
“What the f....” she yelled and pulled her
shirt down over her tits and closed her thighs
“Sorry, sorry” he said “I was just fixing the
shower, I wasn’t expecting you to be here”
Jane was looking the other way, mortified and
crimson with embarrassment, but was still as horny as hell, and if anything the
thought that he had been watching her masturbating turned her on even more.
Greg was also turned on which was evidenced by
the huge swelling in his shorts, but he also felt desperately guilty, even
though it wasn’t his fault, but he should have said something earlier, but
equally he was glad he had not.
However, he took a towel off the rail and lay
it across her lap
“I can’t apologize enough” he said, and Jane
turned to look at him for the first time, but as she was seated and he was
standing, the first thing she saw was the aroused cock in his shorts and she
gasped, as she now knew who the mystery meat belonged to.
So Jane allowed the towel to fall off her lap
and as he bent down to pick it up she opened her thighs and lifted her t-shirt
so her glorious black bush was on full display, and Greg took this as an
invitation and thought it would be churlish to decline it, so he knelt beside
her, and firstly pulled her shorts and knickers from her knees down to her
ankles and extricated a booted foot from the tangled clothes, he could then
open her up to her fullest extent and with one hand settled on her thigh the
other sought out her minge, and her whiskers were still wet from her
magnificent piss, but were dry in comparison to her pussy, which was awash, and
her response to his touch was instant and acquiescently vocal, though she never
spoke.
As
he worked on her she was resting her head against his, eyes closed, mouth open
emitting long low moans,
While
his hand worked purposefully between her thighs, one of hers had settled on his
impressive erection and stroked his cock through his shorts.
Beneath
his fingers her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid
silk on his fingertips.
He
worked on her harder and she growled, and those growls intensified with every
stroke until the moment when he brought her to the abyss, and she came.
She
sat back and licked her lips as she stared wide eyed at the cock she was
stroking and its impressive contour in his shorts, but she still didn’t speak,
instead she stood up, tried to quickly kick the tangled clothing free of her
ankle, but abandoned her efforts and instead ran ungracefully and crawled onto
the bed, and sat back on her haunches and pulled her T-shirt off over her head
and threw it aside and her bra followed in quick succession, then she looked
over her shoulder with desperate inviting eyes.
He looked at her, naked but for hiking boots,
socks and a tangle of clothing around one ankle, and thought about that day at
the café when he thought there could never be anything between them but
friendship, because she was not his type
“What price friendship now” he thought to
himself as he stepped towards the bed.
As he pulled his shirt off over his head she
was still watching silently, then he kicked off his shoes before he unbuttoned
his shorts.
“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as the
flaccid phallus she had seen that morning now appeared fully erect, so she
leant forward until she was on all fours and displayed her moist pink gash for
him.
Greg kicked his shorts away from his feet and
joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her with his hands on her
narrow hips, and she was watching him in the mirror, biting her lip, and when
she saw the purple knob was at the threshold she went down on her elbows and
pushed her hips backwards, and as she did so she
slid her tight hot pussy over his bell end and moaned softly.
Jane then eased forward and watched his knob
reappear glistening with her grease, which excited her beyond measure so she
pushed her hips backwards again, but
this time she slid her cunny all the way along his shaft, moaning loudly all
the way, then she went again.
Greg just held onto her hips as with each
penetration she extracted from him, her liquid lips slid from his swollen tip
to the throbbing root of his cock and greased his balls, and he stared at her
in the mirror and she stared back with a look of immense concentration, as she
was watching his reflection intently as she performed her dance.
But when her head flopped forward he reached
forward and cupped her hanging breasts and knew he had to take her across the
finish line, but still they watched their performance in the mirror, as he took
control, and her back was arched and her head thrashing back and forth,
swishing her jet black hair like a whirling dervish, then all of a sudden there
was a knock on the door, and the door knob turned, fortunately Jane had locked
it when she returned to the room, so she could masturbate without being
disturbed, she didn’t know then that she was locking herself in with a well
hung voyeur,
When the door didn’t open the potential
intruder knocked again,
“Housekeeping!” the maid called
“Don’t stop” Jane yelled in a panting cry “for
God’s sake don’t stop”
At that moment the maid became aware of what
was happening behind the locked door.
“Um I’ll come back later” she said
Jane was not to be deterred by a domestique
and was becoming more and more vociferous as they neared the precipice.
Greg had abandoned her magnificent tits and
was firmly gripping her hips, holding on like a jockey trying to hold back a
galloping horse but Jane kept racing on and on until she threw back her head
and screamed as they came together exploding in utter ecstasy and then dripping
with sweat and panting like beasts they collapsed sideways still joined
together, and fell asleep.
They slept for about an hour and when they
awoke, they were still in much the same position though no longer joined.
As they lay on her untidy bed, littered with
articles of her clothing, she apologized for spying on him in his office, he
apologized to her for watching her fingering herself, but after the apologies
and the acceptance’s neither of them wanted to make the first move, but
eventually Jane said
“Well we could have had a shower if you’d
actually fixed it rather than watching me” she said and laughed
So
he got up and fixed the shower head and Jane set about tidying away all her
discarded clothes from the bed, this took much longer than it should have as
she kept stopping to stare wistfully at his huge cock, when both tasks were
completed they jumped in the shower together to wash away their lust, but in
truth they spend more time kissing than washing so Jane ended up with another
large portion of cock, after which she went from ravished to famished so he took
her for a late lunch, and after lunch he took her to his cottage where they
satisfied their other appetites.
Greg and Jane spent a pleasant half an hour
sitting outside the Bluebird chatting about their shared love of both Willow
and the Pepperstock Hills, however there
was one other thing they had in common and that was the their indifference to
each other, they both thought the other were both pleasant and attractive in
equal measure and good company, there was just no attraction, each saw the
other as good friend material but nothing more.
When they parted company and had gone their
separate ways, her back to the Hotel and she assumed he went to the Rescue
Station, what she didn’t know when she left was that he was the owner of the
Hotel, she thought he was just helping out because she was late arriving.
He hadn’t told her because he had no reason to
believe she didn’t know what he was.
The following day was a complete wash out and
it rained all day and into the early hours of the next, so Jane was forced to
spend the day sketching in the confines of her room, apart from the two hours
when she had to vacate the room for housekeeping from 10am to 12 when she went
out for a drive and when she went out for meals.
The rains came at the end of a long dry spell
and its ferocity dislodged all the moss from the roof which promptly clogged
the gutter outside Greg’s office so his first job of the day found him standing
on a step ladder with a bucket in one hand and a trowel in the other,
unfortunately as he reached the top and was about to start shovelling the muck
into the bucket the steps wobbled, and in order to avoid falling he dropped the
trowel and reached out for a hand hold, and grabbed the gutter, but the bracket
snapped and the gutter came away from the wall emptying its contents on him
soaking him from the chest down.
“Oh bollocks” he yelled and scurried down to
terra firma muttering all the way, then he dropped the bucket by the steps and
went back into his office, fortunately he didn’t need to go through reception
as his office door opened out onto the small patio where he had been working.
“I don’t believe I did that” he said angrily,
although the anger was directed at himself
His polo shirt, shorts and socks were all
soaked so he had to change his clothes.
Fortunately, he always kept a change of
clothes in his office, so he started with his socks, followed by his shorts and
then his pants.
Jane was thrilled when she woke up to blue
skies and quickly got up and showered, she was a little cross that they still
hadn’t fixed her showerhead but she coped and was downstairs eating breakfast
by 7.30.
After breakfast she stopped at reception to
report the faulty showerhead again but there was no one there so she decided to
try in the office.
Greg had removed his socks, shorts and pants
and was struggling to pull the sopping wet polo shirt off over his head when
the office door opened.
“Hello!” Jane called as she turned the
doorknob and pushed it open, and when she looked in she exclaimed
“Oh my God!”
When she saw a trouserless man standing in
front of her with a huge cock, she didn’t know who’s cock it was as the man had
his face covered but in all honesty she didn’t look very hard as she was more
interested in his huge dong, it wasn’t porn film huge and it was admittedly
flaccid but nonetheless it was an impressive piece of meat, and although she
was no virgin, she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to
compare it too, it was certainly the largest specimen she had ever seen, and
she could only imagine it aroused, which was arousing her, so she reluctantly
closed the door and left.
Glen knew someone was there but didn’t know
who, he had a polo over his head which meant he couldn’t see and it also served
to muffle his hearing, and when he finally extricated his head from his shirt
there was no one there and the door was shut.
“This day just keeps getting better and
better” he said
Someone had been there, and he had no idea who
the person was that he’d exposed his junk to, or whether it was a member of
staff or a guest.
He opened the top draw of his filing cabinet
and took out his spare shirt and shorts, unfortunately he had no spare pants so
he would have to go commando until he could go home and change at lunchtime.
After leaving the Hotel Jane headed out of Springwater and into the surrounding
hills with the intention of resuming her artistic endeavours, the problem was
she couldn’t get the image of the huge swinging dick out of her head and it was
making her exceptionally horny.
She found a suitable spot and tried to
distract herself with some sketching, however after half an hour all she’d
managed to draw was a rather life like representation of a large cock.
Once Greg had redressed, he tentatively opened
the office door but found that there was no sign of any hysterical women, so he
thought he had better get back to work, the guttering needed to be repaired but
he thought it better if he got a professional in, so after making a call to a
local firm he went out to reception and checked on the computer for any
outstanding jobs, and he noted that a faulty shower head had been reported in
room 12.
Jane Bloomfield was not by nature a sexual
being, she had had a number of boyfriends over the years but none of them
turned out to be keepers in the end.
Working at the pharmacy kept her busy, her art
occupied her leisure time, and she enjoyed her own company, especially when she
was in the Pepperstock Hills.
Nonetheless every now and then she gets an
itch that needs to be scratched, and when she had a fella in tow she would get
him to scratch it, however the rest of the time she would have to do her own
scratching, and she was very good at it.
But that morning as she sat on a rocky
outcrop, she had an unbelievable itch which she was desperate to scratch, but
there was a problem.
Because of the torrential rain of the previous
day, which kept all but the most hardened folk indoors, the blue skies had
bought everyone out on the Hills, which meant
that everywhere she looked there were walkers, so there was no solitude
where she could let her fingers do the walking, So there was no alternative but
for her to hurry back to the Hotel and give herself a cheeky finger.
Greg grabbed his tool box in preparation of
going upstairs to Room 12 and as he walked along he found being commando was
strangely liberating with his huge cock hanging down the leg of his shorts
rather than being tightly confined in his pants.
When he reached the room he let himself in
with his master key card, he walked into the room, past the bed, which was
littered with items of clothing including underwear, and into the “L” shaped
bathroom, past the toilet, and the sink and into the shower cubicle, which was tucked
in the corner of the “L”, and he immediately began dismantling the showerhead.
Guests at the Black Swan were required to
vacate the room for housekeeping at 10am until 12, and Jane arrived back just
before half past 10, and she was not only the horniest she could ever remember
but she was also desperate for a piss.
Once in the room she went straight into the
bathroom lowered her shorts and knickers and even before her cheeks hit the
seat, she released a jet of piss.
As they cuddled on the sofa Alex said
“There was something else that kept me awake
last night” he explained
“What was that?”
“It’s something that I have to say to you
before we go any further” he said, and she looked up at him with a look of
alarm on her face
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked with
great anxiety
“I’m sorry, tell me what I did, and I promise
I won’t do it again”
Alex put his finger up to her lips and said
reassuringly.
“You haven’t done anything wrong honey; I just
have something to say about “Us”“
“Us?” she asked
“I want there to be an “us”“ he said
“What do you mean by “us”“ she asked, and Alex
took a deep breath
“I don’t want what we are about to do, to be
the end, not today or tomorrow, next week, next month or after you’ve gone to
University” he explained
“I want this to be the beginning of “us”, I
want to enjoy you and pleasure you forever”
“I like the sound of you pleasuring me
forever” she said and giggled
“but what do you mean?”
“I don’t mean an occasional sexual interlude;
I want you all the time” he said
“Because I love you Clarissa”
It was a big moment for Alex, he’d never said
the “L” word to a girl before, and he felt very vulnerable in the seconds that
followed
“Oh Alex, I love you too” she replied and
kissed him with such passion it left them both breathless.
“So, time to make love darling” he said
“Yes please” she responded enthusiastically,
and her face went crimson red.
So Alex moved his hand up to her crimson
cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and he stroked it gently and pulled
her face towards him and put his lips to hers once, twice, and then a third
time and their mouths gently sealed on each other’s and their tongues engaged.
It only lasted a few seconds and when their
lips parted, she said
“Again”
and their lips met again this time in a longer deeper more sensual union and
when Alex broke away Clarissa sighed before she
got up and confidently climbed on his lap and straddled him where she
put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth in a hot liquid
manor which served to stir both their loins and as their tongues dueled the
passion heightened.
While the kiss continued he loosened her tie
all the way and pulled it slowly from around her neck, and discarded it on the
floor then he began undoing the buttons of her crisp white blouse, one by one
by one, at that point their lips parted and her face burrowed into his neck and
he could feel her hot breath on his skin.
Alex looked down as he slowly undid another
button then another and then another until it was opened all the way to the
waist, and he tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her
waistband and Clarissa breathed in to aid him in his task, and the breaths on
his neck were getting stronger as he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto
her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual
survey before they found the fastener on her bra and opened it and his eager
hands made the short journey inside the white lace bra and cupped her lovely
breasts, and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round delights topped with
pale pink teats, and the adornments stiffened to his touch, and her breath was
almost panting, interspersed with murmuring moans while he toyed with her
delightful confections.
This was of course nothing he hadn’t done
countless times before over the previous six weeks, it was the anticipation of
what it was leading to that was exciting her so much.
Alex lured her lips away from his neck and
kissed her hot mouth again as his hands left her lovely breasts and moved to
the flesh above her knees and moved them slowly along the inside of her thighs.
Clarissa trembled beneath his touch and her
legs opened up to facilitate their advance, knowing he would soon reach his
target inside her white lace panties, which excited her exponentially, and the
urgency of her kisses alerted him to the fact he was close even if the feel of
lace on his fingertips had not.
Alex’s left hand proceeded all the way to her
groin, and gently levered her thigh aside to open her up wider so its partner
could slip up the leg of her pristine white panties where they combed
through her curly ginger bush, and he
could feel her moans in his mouth, and
then slid his fingers between her moist lips.
In response she stopped kissing him and rested
her forehead against his, and with her mouth open she emitted a long low moan
in his face as he fingered her.
Beneath his digits her pussy was creamy wet to
the touch and her cream was like liquid silk on his fingertips and her growls
intensified with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly
around his neck and her knees gripped his hips as the frigging between her thighs brought her to the abyss
and she came.
After the briefest time her eager little mouth
began busying itself chewing his earlobe and wetly tonguing his ear, and her
hand had unsubtly settled on the bulge in his trousers, which he immediately
made twitch, which in turn made her jump and then giggle.
Suddenly her mouth was now on his and her hand
was stroking at the swelling in his lap and the message was obvious to him that
she was eager to proceed, so he put a hand on each lapel of her jacket and
rolled her into the empty seat beside him.
He looked down at her and Clarissa was licking
her lips but she became self-conscious beneath his gaze and pulled the front of
her jacket together to cover her breasts.
However, when Alex knelt in front of her she
released her hold on the jacket and allowed it to fall open again allowing his
hands access to her bare silky skin and her plump tits.
His lips followed the path of his hands in
quick succession, kissing her gorgeous
globes and sucking her aroused pink teats, but then he abandoned her breasts
and straitened up and transferred his attentions elsewhere and settled his paws
on her knees.
Her skinny legs trembled as his hands moved
upward beneath her pleated skirt and along her silky thighs, up to her hips and
beneath her onto her perfect buttocks, before his fingers reached into the
waistband of her panties.
Alex then pulled them easily her tidy little
arse and down her slender thighs to her shaking knees, where he grabbed the
crotch of her white lace panties, which were sodden with her cunny juice, and
pulled them down to her feet and off, discarding them behind him, followed by
her shoes.
Alex looked down at the girl he loved, as she
lay before him biting her lip with eyes closed, before he took hold of her left
leg behind the knee and kissed it gently and then he kissed every inch along
the soft white flesh of her inner thigh to her honey-drenched quim.
Alex had his nose in amongst her hairy ginger
bush and he could smell her sour scent, he wasn’t planning to dally long at her
furry cup, he just wanted to drink from her fresh unsullied lips before he took
her.
Whether it was just a brief refreshment or
not, Clarissa enjoyed every flick of his tongue as he licked at her wet cunny
and when he came up for air her eyes were still closed and she was still biting
her lip.
Alex stood up and unbuckled his belt and
quickly slipped both trousers and pants down his thighs and released his
engorged cock and at that moment her eyes were wide open and transfixed on his
swollen member, so he took hold of his shaft in his right hand and tugged the
skin back to expose the purple head, and as the purple crown emerged from its
pink cocoon Clarissa’s eyes widened in delight.
“So, come on then,” he said
“Where are we going?”
“Upstairs” he replied “you know the rule”
“Naked in your bed” she replied and then she
was up on her feet and out the door.
He could hear her running up the stairs while
he stripped off so he was completely naked as he followed her up the staircase.
Clarissa was standing in the doorway when he
caught up to her and she was wearing a distinctly leery expression, which made
his cock twitch.
Which she failed to notice as she had entered
his bedroom and she had come to a stop beside the bed so he moved up behind her
and put his hands on the shoulders of her jacket and ran them down the sleeves
and found her hands, she immediately grasped onto the back of them and
squeezed, and Clarissa turned her head to look up at him and he kissed down
into her open mouth and as he did her
hands moved his paws up to her plump titties.
They continued to kiss for a few moments
whilst he groped at her soft young tits and played with her pink nipples until
he let go of her treasures, and grabbed the lapels and pulled her jacket off
her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor.
Next he unhooked the fastener on the waistband
and slowly pulled down the zip until the pale blue pleated skirt fell almost
effortlessly off her slender hips, at which point they stopped kissing as first
her blouse and then her bra were dropped to the floor and he guided her lightly forward so she stepped out of the
pile of clothing and then he kicked them aside.
Alex kissed her neck and shoulders and said
“You can lay on the bed now hon”
“What about my socks?” she asked as she was
still wearing the pale blue knee socks
“Leave the socks on” he replied
“I thought I had to be naked” she stated
looking over her shoulder
“I’ll make an exception for the sexy socks”
Alex said and kissed her neck again
“You really are a perv” she said
“I know, that’s why you love me” he said and
every inch of her naked flesh flushed pink
“So, get on the bed sexy”
Which she did without hesitation, and he
smiled because she lay flat on her stomach so he couldn’t see her beautiful
body, because she had suddenly gone shy.
Alex threw the duvet over her and she wriggled
beneath it until the top of her head appeared, followed by her eyes, and that
was all she wanted him to see at that moment, but he noticed her eyes were once
more transfixed on his cock, so he got into bed and was at once facing her
silky young form.
He kissed her and she gripped his cock and
stroked it vigorously, so he rolled her onto her back where she instantly
spread herself, opening wide in readiness, so he eased himself between her
thighs and took hold of her right leg behind the knee and slid his hand down
the outside of her thigh and gripped her buttock gently as his helmet probed
her wetness and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip again, then he
pushed his shaft between her slippery lips and he briefly felt the resistance
of her hymen before her cherry popped and she was deflowered.
Clarissa had moaned softly as he breached her
and momentarily winced as her hymen broke but she moaned loudly as he
penetrated deeply into her, withdrew and penetrated her again and Clarissa
wrapped her skinny legs around him, her hands playing up and down his back, and
with every thrust he gave her, as she emitted a low rasping moan which built
and built until she loudly came.
For her debut Clarissa would have been happy
if that was all there was, having no benchmark to measure it against, but Alex
had more to give, so he gave it in rhythmic measured lengths and she squirmed
and squealed beneath him until on her third orgasmic exclamation he shot into
her and she gripped tightly onto him with arms and legs as he pulsed his
ejaculation into her grateful cunny and Clarissa was involuntarily letting out
low whispered gasps with each pulsing twitch of his cock, and the deflowering
of Clarissa St Claire was complete.
As they lay in each other’s arms beneath the
duvet in the afterglow Clarissa sighed herself to sleep and he soon followed,
and they slept for almost four hours,
possibly because they both had sleepless nights or maybe it was just
contentment, but Alex woke first and reflected on what a remarkable summer it
had been since the drunken ginger nubile stumbled into his house after
celebrating her 18th birthday, and how that meeting had changed his
life and his future forever.
As Clarissa stirred from her slumber, she
kissed his chest and said
“I feel wonderful, I chose well”
“I aim to please” he responded and kissed the
top of her head
“Yes, you’re quite good, for a pervert” she
added and laughed
“Do you remember when I was scared and upset
and you said
“It doesn’t have to be with me”?” she asked
“and I replied
“Yes, it does”“
“Yes, I remember, you were quite vehement”
“Well that’s because for me it’s always been
you” she said
“What do you mean?” he asked
“Well when I was ten years old, my parents had
a garden party and you were there, and you smiled at me, and I was smitten”
Clarissa said
“I know it’s silly, and that you didn’t even
remember me, but I determined that one day I would be yours”
“Well you got me” he said “and furthermore
you’re stuck with me”
He kissed her forehead again and she sighed
and then he added
“it’s not true though that I don’t remember
you, because I do, it was an anniversary party”
“That’s right” she said excitedly “What do you
remember about me?”
“Well there were a bunch of annoying ginger
kids running around the garden, so I’m assuming one of them was you” he said and
laughed
“You’re a pig” she said and slapped him
playfully
“However, had I known then that I was going to
fall in love with you I would have made a point of introducing myself”
They cuddled up under the duvet for another
ten minutes or so and then she said coyly
“I seem to remember some mention of us doing
it more than once, is that not the case?”
“Oh, you want more do you Oliver?”
“I really do” She replied
“Then prepare to be sullied anew” he said and
pulled the duvet over her head.
It is an
area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors.
The Quarry
Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried
over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial
revolution, the Quarries have been un-worked for over fifty years and nature
had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with
anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with
courting couples, whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with
climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was
to be found, which was where 30 year old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black
Swan Hotel, although he was not a native of Springwater.
Greg was
6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the
large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River
Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant
River Brooke.
His parents
had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house
was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived
and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to
himself the vast majority of the time.
Greg
himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year.
He loved
Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace
when he was home.
The
downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled
comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling
Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it
was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is
perhaps why he was drawn to the scenic
Pepperstock Hills National Park.
His love
affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had
their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.
Following
his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and
after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after
five years, when he heard the owner of
the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.
When he
took it on it had 30 rooms and was aimed more at the lower end of the market, a
hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse, Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed
at a more discerning clientele and after three years the Hotel had built up a
solid list of regular guests and had a high overall occupancy rate.
Jane
Broomfield was also born and raised in Willow and had also fallen in love with
the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park from an early age, although she was
unable to make the move Greg had, her family did not have the financial resources
that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s were by no means a poor family, as
they had a long established Pharmacy in the village, but she still had to work
for a living, so she worked in the shop and
had to content herself with regular long weekends and short breaks.
But that
year her father had been very ill so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop
while he was recovering, so when she drove up to Springwater at the end of
August it was her first visit for 7 months.
The upside
was that her Dad was now fully recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to
the Park she had more money in the kitty than usual at her disposal so she
decided to treat herself to a week at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater.
However she had a nightmare of a journey due
to a 6 car RTC on the Expressway, so she phoned ahead to notify the Hotel as
she would be arriving well after the check in time, as she didn’t want to start
her holiday by sleeping in the car, fortunately the woman she spoke to said
they would arrange someone to be there to check her in.
The person waiting at the Black Swan to check
her in was Greg, who was on call for the National Park
Rescue Team anyway, which was why he was dressed for the hills, and it was
10.45 when he saw headlights through the window so he walked to the door.
As he looked out he saw the headlights go out
and a figure exit the car, it was too dark to see her in detail but he could
tell by the way they moved that it was a woman, it was only after they
recovered their luggage from the boot and walked towards the Hotel, and she was
under the lights that he could see her in more detail, 5ft 8, dark hair, slim
figure, skinny legs and disproportionally large breasts.
When he opened the door to let her in, he
noticed her hair was actually black.
She was attractive rather than pretty, with
pale blue eyes, and her face was expressionless, tiredness from the journey he
assumed.
“Miss Bloomfield?” he asked
“Yes, sorry I’m late, bad journey” she replied
“No problem, let’s get you booked in”
So he went to the desk and tapped the keyboard
“I understand you are from Willow” he said
“Yes”
“Me too”
“Oh really” she replied flatly, too tired for
small talk
“Ok, that’s all done” he said and handed her a
key card “You’re in Room 12, breakfast is between 6.30 and 9”
“Thank you”
“Can I help with your bags” he asked
“No, no, you have more important things to be
doing” she replied having noticed the National Park Rescue Team badge on his
jacket.
“I’ll say good night then” he said
Jane made her way up to room 12, and she was
so exhausted that when she had stepped through the door she dropped her bags,
undressed and got straight into bed, and she was asleep in seconds.
The next morning, she was up bright and early,
unpacked her bags, showered and was downstairs eating breakfast by 7.30.
After breakfast she made a brief stop in
reception to report a faulty showerhead and then with her sketch pad and water
colours in her backpack she set off to explore.
It was about three hours later when she was
passing the Bluebird Cafe and she noticed the man from the National Park Rescue
Team sitting outside drinking a coffee, he was dressed differently, in a check
shirt and blue shorts, but she was sure it was the same guy.
She felt a little guilty about being a bit
short with him the night before, and after he had put himself out to
accommodate her, so she decided she would kill two birds with one stone, by
apologizing to him and getting a much needed coffee.
“Hello” she said
“Ah Miss Bloomfield, hello” he responded
“Please join me”
“Thank you I will, but please call me Jane,
I’m sorry I don’t know your name”
“Its Greg” he replied and gestured to the
waitress, who approached the table “Would you like tea or coffee?”
“A Macchiato please” she replied
“And the same again for me please Shannon”
“Ok Mr Monroe” she said and took his empty cup
away
“I must apologize for my behaviour last night”
Jane said “You must have thought me very rude”
“Nonsense” he said “you were clearly very
tired, and for good reason”
“Nonetheless I am sorry” she said and he
nodded
Just then Shannon returned with the coffees,
then after she had gone Jane added
“You were saying that you were also from
Willow”
“Yes, born and bred” he said “Waterside Road”
“Oh the posh side” Jane said scornfully “We
live in the high street”
“Wait a minute “Bloomfield” the Pharmacy” Greg
exclaimed
“That’s us, and I still work in the shop” she
said “this is my escape, it’s my perfect place, I love to walk and sketch and
paint”
“Oh, you paint?” he said “are you any good?”
“I’m ok”
“I’d love to see” he said
“I don’t know you well enough for that” she
said
“I understand, my brother is an artist, he
illustrates children’s books, and he never lets us see anything until it’s in
print”
“So, what made you leave the posh quarter of
Dulcet on Willow?” she asked
“Well I fell in love with the Park when I came
here with the Scouts” Greg confessed “and I’m in love still, with the Glorious
Hills”
Unfortunately, at the moment he said “Glorious
Hills” he was looking at her breasts, but looked away almost immediately.
Jane noticed him looking, but said nothing, he
was not the first and would not be the last, her breasts had been an unwelcome
burden to her since she was 14.
They weren’t huge breasts, but they were huge
enough, but it was the fact that she had a very slender frame that her breast
attracted so much attention.
So, she kept quiet because she didn’t want to
make a scene, and she was enjoying the coffee too much, and to his credit he
had looked away as soon as he realised where his eyes had rested.
They spent a pleasant half an hour sitting
outside the Bluebird chatting about their shared love of both Willow and the
Pepperstock Hills, however there was one
other thing they had in common and that was the their indifference to each
other, they both thought the other were both pleasant and attractive in equal
measure and good company, there was just no attraction, each saw the other as
good friend material but nothing more.
When they parted company and had gone their separate
ways, her back to the Hotel and she assumed he went to the Rescue Station, what
she didn’t know when she left was that he was the owner of the Hotel, she
thought he was just helping out because she was late arriving.
He hadn’t told her because he had no reason to
believe she didn’t know what he was.
