Choice Tales from the Vale – (581) The Honey Cunnied Cousin

 

Solicitor Ray Gordon drove from Abbottsford to Tipton to spend the Easter Weekend with his Aunt and Uncle’s family, he was expected sometime on the Morning of Good Friday, but the trial he was working on unexpectedly finished two days early, so he travelled to Tipton on Thursday.

He arrived just after lunch and used the spare key under the planter and let himself in.

As he entered, he found the house quiet but for the ticking of the Grandfather clock, so he deposited his bags in the hall and walked towards the kitchen, and it was as he approached the kettle that he became aware that he was not alone in the house.

He was going to call out and announce himself but he was intrigued by the nature of the sounds emanating from the utility room so he proceeded stealthily, and as he quietly approached he could see through the open the door and could view a most interesting scene, where his young cousin Derri, back from university, was stood in the corner with her back to him, her T-shirt and bra rucked up above her breasts and her jeggings pulled half way down her thighs, one hand was fondling her breast and the other one down the front of her knickers pleasuring herself.

He walked slowly and stealthily towards the room, on her blind side, and as he got closer, he could hear the soft moans accompanying her fingering.

He was about five or six paces from her when she suddenly became aware of his presence and gasped, then Derri withdrew her hand from her pussy and pressed herself close to the wall in an effort to cover up her nakedness, her pleasuring hand was now flat against the tiles, and he could distinctly see moisture glistening on two of her fingers.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Ray said continuing to close the distance between them and she said nothing Derri just stood stock still against the wall.

When he was standing directly behind her she took a deep breath, and as he put his hands against the naked skin of her waist, she let the breath out again.

He ran his hands slowly up her back and could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.

As his eager hands traversed her back, he tried to slip one hand between her and the tiles and grab one of her breasts, but Derri prevented him and pushed his hand, but not away, she pushed it down towards her pussy.

So, he obligingly moved his hand across her quivering flat belly and down into her knickers and ran his fingers through her coarse fluff and rubbed her mound of Venus gently, eliciting a low moan.

He continued to rub her gently for several moments and began to move towards her slit, but instead of fingering her gash he put his left hand on her hip and yanked her knickers and jeggings down to her knees with his right.

Then he slapped her small white cheek hard and left a big red handprint.

He knew he didn’t need to frig her fanny as he could see she was ready for him by the damp patch in her knickers, so he dropped his jeans and admired his erection for a moment.

Ray then slid his left hand from her hip across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.

She was breathing in quick short pants when he lifted her small frame off the ground.

Bringing her cunny up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and introduced his swollen cock to her waiting pussy.

She gasped as he penetrated her, he didn’t know if she was a virgin or not, she’s been at university for two years after all, but he also knew she was a keen rider and it’s difficult to tell with horsy types, many a cherry had been popped while in the saddle.

She was nice and tight though, and if she had been a virgin she wasn’t anymore.

He continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the shelf to give him some purchase while he fucked her.

She was hugging the tiled wall with her left hand on windowsill her right hand grasping the same shelf as Ray, and she was moaning uncontrollably as he pounded into her.

He was banging her so hard the cheeks of her little arse were slapping against his belly like wave lapping against the side of a boat.

Derri really was nicely tight, and he was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration, she let out little high-pitched grunts.

Ray could feel himself on the threshold and Derri had started to squeal with each stroke.

Her knuckles whitened as she hung on for dear life as he banged into her and her squeals turned to squeaks and ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid, and he finished inside his honey cunnied little cousin.

He left his cock up her until it twitched its last, and they were both breathing hard after their exertions when he pulled it out of her and Derri let out a long sigh, then he lowered her back to terra firma.

“Welcome home” he said and patted her cheek.

Then he wiped his wet cock on a piece of her laundry before redressing himself.

Derri didn’t speak, she just stood there against the wall, panting out long sighs, her jeggings and soiled panties still round her knees, and moisture glistening on the inside of her thighs.

As he left the utility room he said

“Get yourself showered and I’ll see in your room in ten minutes.”

Then he added

“But only if you’re interested in more of the same.”  

 

It was about a minute later when he heard her run noisily upstairs, and after he washed the lust off his body, he walked naked and erect to Derri’s room where she was already in bed waiting for another portion of her cousins’ cock.  

 

The Islands in the Bay – Chapter (119) Uniform Love

 

Paramedic Lee Houseman and accountant Adrian Robinson were near neighbours in Saxvirdan, in the same street in fact, just at opposite ends of it and ever since they first met on the day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a dinner party.

The friend was her fellow paramedic Frazer Richmond who was also a part time firefighter with Adrian.

During the course of the evening in between the course’s they talked about their interests, and they found common ground, and following that night there had been a definite “will they” or “wont they” vibe emanating from them, and there was a tangible sexual tension evident.

All though in truth Lee wouldn’t have been in any doubt but for her shyness and inexperience with the opposite sex, Adrian on the other hand had multiple options he just hadn’t committed.

 

Apart from their living in the same street, in the same village, they also had a keen interest in militaria and belonged to a club that exhibited military vehicles and uniforms at events all over Downshire and beyond, but the only time they exhibited on the island was at the Bellevue Cottage Hospital summer Fête.

 

Saxvirdan, is a small hamlet north of St Pierre, made up of former labourer’s cottages close to the remains of the old Roman fort site, so all of the house’s contain to some extent, materials acquired from the old Roman Buildings, and it was around ten o’clock on Saturday morning when Adrian knocked on the door of Lee’s cottage, dressed in a 1940’s Downshire Light Infantry Warrant Officers Uniform, and it wasn’t the first time he’d worn that particular Uniform, although he owned others.

When the door opened Lee was dressed in something he had never seen before, a WRAF Sergeants No 1 Dress Uniform.

“Wow where did you get that?” he asked “You look amazing”

“It was my grandma’s Mum found it when she cleared her cottage after she died” Lee said “Come inside, we’ve got time for tea”

“That’s a fabulous fit” he said as they entered her parlour.

“That’s all thanks to Lily Nunthorpe in St Pierre”

Lily owned a vintage clothes shop, “Then for Now” and specialised in repairing and rejuvenating old garments.

“She also managed to source the bits I was missing”

“Well it looks good on you” he said as she perched on the sofa

“Everything is 100% genuine” Lee said

“Everything?” he asked with raised eyebrows

“Everything” she replied and blushed

“Do you mind if I check for myself?” Adrian asked

“Ok” she replied and blushed deeper

He knelt on the floor and put his hand on her knee and said

“It feels authentic”

“Good” she replied, and her voice cracked

“But are they stockings? Or are they tights?”

“You’d better find out” she said falteringly

So his hand proceeded from her trembling knee along her taught thigh, pushing her skirt and under slip along with it.

Nothing was said as his hand travelled ever upward until his fingertips reached her suspender fastener and then as they reached her naked flesh she gasped, and his eyes never left her face.

But as his hand progress inside the antique silk his lips began kissing her thigh and she gasped again.

 

After he had feasted on her delights and made love to her on the sofa it was time for them to be going.

“I need to freshen up” she panted and kissed him, and he watched leave as he redressed himself.

 

When she returned, she looked as immaculate as she did when he first arrived, but as she tried to negotiate the hallway she stumbled.

“Are you ok?” he asked  

“Yes, it’s just my legs are a bit wobbly” she giggled

“You’d better take my arm then” he suggested

“But if people see us arm in arm, they’ll think we are an item” She pointed out

“I don't mind that” Adrian retorted

“But are we?”

“Are we what?”

“An item” she said

“Well after you lured me inside with the promise of a cup of tea and then seduce me, I would jolly well hope we are an item” he said.

“Really?” she said and then added

“Hang on a minute though, you seduced me, and I never got to drink my tea”

“Would you rather have had the tea?” he asked

“No fear” she replied and squeezed his arm

The Islands in the Bay – Chapter (118) Long Lake Lust

 

Kelly White was as horny as hell, she always was when she just finished her period, but with all the work to do on Long Lake Farm, finding a suitable recipient for her lust was not an option at that moment, so took matters into her own hands in the interim.

Meanwhile on Crag Edge Jonathan Chapman lay in bed having awoken from a series of fevered erotic dreams in which he watched Kelly dressed in a variety of uniforms and then Kelly undressed and appeared in a different guise.

He was left feeling rather frustrated, as he got up and started his day and spent the rest of the day trying not to think about Kelly but inevitably the more, he tried not to think of her the more he did.

In the end neither of them could put their salacious thoughts from their minds and met in the stand of trees by Shepherds Lake and slaked their sensual thirsts and satisfied their primeval appetites.

 

It proved to be a very productive arrangement for Heather Edwards and Frazer Richmond during that fortnight as they collaborated on the Fête and their friendship was as mutually agreeable as it had been in the past, if not more so.

However as the big day arrived in mid-August their thoughts, which had been almost exclusively wrapped up in things relating to do with the Fête, were suddenly preoccupied with what would follow it.

After all the Fête had become all-consuming and they both dreaded the post Fête void. 

 

Late on Friday afternoon Molly and Danny returned after their prolonged European sojourn having enjoyed their trip immensely, they would gladly have stayed a further week, but they wanted to get back in time for the summer Fête. 

FAMILY DESIGNATION

 

They used to meet up

At a designated place

Where his sister-in-law

Sat writhing on his face

SEX PEST

He was the victim at work,

Of the office sex pest

But instead of reporting her

He impaled her over a desk

GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

 

George thought she was a dragon

At least at his first glance

However he visited the dragon’s lair

Just on the off chance

And the good knight slayed her

Over a boulder with his lance

Choice Tales from the Vale – (580) Me and Miss Scrooge

 

As Martin Saint emerged from the lane in the early hours, he smiled because he could still see a lot of lights burning at the snooker club, so he knew he had to investigate.

He went straight round the back and as expected the door wasn’t locked, so he opened the door quietly and stepped inside, and closed and locked the door behind him.

Then he tiptoed upstairs to where he knew “Scrooge” would be in her counting house, and approached the door until he could see Phylis Tucker seated at her desk.

She was a serious young woman in her late twenties, tall, skinny with black hair, and the reason she was thought of as Scrooge was both her curtness and her propensity to wear nothing but black.

From the doorway he said

“Good morning, Miss Scrooge”

“What are you doing here?” she asked startled

“I was just passing, and the door was open” he replied

“What do you want Mr. Saint?” she snapped “I’m very busy and it’s very late”

“Don’t worry” he said as he walked into the room “I’m not here to rob you”

“I don’t believe you” she said and then all of a sudden, she sprang up from the chair and made a lunge for the money and got there marginally before him, but he got a firm hold oh her wrists and used his body weight to pin her against the desk.

Then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled the notes from her small birdlike hands, which once empty she used to support her weight.

“That’s a lot of cash” he said

“I thought you weren’t here to steal from me” she cried

“I’m not” he said and opened the desk drawer and threw the loose fold of notes in the drawer and closed it.

Then as he was considering his next move, Phylis Tucker, aka Miss Scrooge, started to rub her bony arse against him.

“So you want to play, do you?”

She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and she pushed again against the lump in his trousers and then he began hiking up her black skirt; she always wore black, that was one of the things he liked about her, she was like a witch.

He released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.

It was a good quality garment, lined, and not from a catalogue, she was a classy witch, she always dressed well.

So Phylis was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms, and the hem of her skirt was halfway up her back.

Martin ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards, it was such a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick and her knickers came down at the same time.

So with knickers and tights safely around her knees and thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind, which he somehow doubted, in fact he thought that the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, his cock.

He undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade, and he thought if she was going to run that was the moment as he sat there and stared at her bony white arse, and as she fidgeted on the desk he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless and his cock responded so he probed a digit between her lips almost like checking the oil level on a car and Phylis let out a low moan and his finger came out wet.

“Come on then Ebeneezer if you want to play” he commanded and

Miss Scrooge, who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when she showed that she was no stranger to cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of his nob on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.

Martin thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and finish her off, but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to bust he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair and he stood up with his cock still in her and with five or six lengths he finished her over the desk.

He did think of spaffing his load all over her bony arse but she had been a surprisingly satisfying shag, so he emptied his lot inside her and when he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy he pulled her skirt down and wiped his greasy cock on it then put it back so she was left uncovered.

Martin redressed himself she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony arse and bejewelled Minge on full display.

He continued watching for a few minutes and she stirred and got to her feet then pulled up her knickers and tights and let her skirt fall and it bore a large greasy smear and when Phylis noticed it, she smiled.

“You see I told you I wasn’t going to steal from you, I didn’t even steal your virtue” he said

“Good night, Miss Scrooge and thank you”