(Part 01)
Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls
Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.
The only time Carole really got animal pleasure with a man was in the summer before the start of her second year.
It was early August and the weather was hot and sultry and so was she, normally when she was feeling horny she would easily releive herself or if she was exceptionally horny Claire would satisfy her.
On this occasion however her finger wasn’t upto the job and Claire was at home in Purplemere for her grandmothers funeral.
And everytime Carole thought about her a mental picture of Claire in black underwear filled her head and made her hotter and her horniness lasted all day, even after several attempts of self relief.
Carole had the house to herself most of the time, Claire was at the funeral, Alison had gone swimming of all things, and Amy was doubless shagging Mark, or so she thought but they returned during the afternoon and started shagging the moment they arrived, and they were not quiet about it when they were on the job, and listening to the grunting and humping just made her even hornier and hornier.
(Part 02)
Carole decided to try a cold shower, which did indeed cool her down but not where it mattered and Mark was still going at Amy hell for leather directly above her head.
So she decided to go and get a drink of water but when she walked into the kitchen she was not alone.
“Who are you?” she barked
“Kevin” he replied nervously
“Yes but who are you?”
“I’m Mark brother” he said “He’s with…”
“Yes I know who hes with and what hes doing to her”
She said and Kevin blushed
“How old are you?”
“17” he replied “And a half”
“You’ll do then” she said and dropped her towel
Kevins eyes popped out like they were on stalks and his mouth fell open.
Carole had a lovely body as Claire could testify too and it was obviously he hadnt seen one like it before.
“Do you like what you see Kevin?”
And Kevin stared open mouthed at her perfect breasts and dark pink nipples and when his eyes rested on her bush he said
“Oh yes”
“Then lets see yours” She said and Kevin took off his shirt and exposed his buff torso.
“I’m not really interested in that bit” she said coldly though in truth she was on fire
“What?” he exclaimed
“Look I’ve shown you mine now you have to show me yours”
“Oh” he said nervously
“Whats the matter are you shy?”
“Yes” he replied and blushed
“So do you want me to help?” she asked and stepped towards him but all he could manage was a nod.
“Stand” she instructed and he imediately obeyed and he stood six foot four.
“Well you’re a big boy” she said and started undoing his belt and then let his shorts drop to the floor and then she made eye contact with him as she released his cock from his pants and when she looked down she said
“My you are a big boy”
Carole looked him in the eye again as she began gently tugging on his shaft.
“Sit” she barked and he plopped straight down on the chair with his erection pointing upwards and she had a wicked smile on her face as she climbed on his lap and slithered down on him and let out a long breathy sigh.
Carole wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically and Kevin’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him, her moans in his ear were through gritted teeth and were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
She knew he would last long so she just pumped and pumped until she came with an animal yell and his big cock pulsed inside her as he ejaculated on his maiden voyage.
After a few moments Carole climbed off his wilting tool wearing a self-satisfied look on her face and picked up her towel and just before she went out the door and said
“You can get dressed again now”
Sunday 30 April 2017
Saturday 29 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (054) Appetite’s
(Part 01)
Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.
Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.
In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.
They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in.
So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.
By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.
Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.
He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.
So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in
“Morning” she said and kissed him
“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.
Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.
So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.
He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.
His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.
When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said
“Are you not getting dressed?”
“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.
(Part 02)
Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.
He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin
“You made me jump” she gasped
“I thought you might want some help” he lied
“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously
“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently
“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted
“You just want to get me wetter”
“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.
“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,
Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.
He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.
Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.
So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.
He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.
Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.
Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.
But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.
They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.
“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted
“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.
They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.
Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.
Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.
In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.
They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in.
So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.
By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.
Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.
He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.
So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in
“Morning” she said and kissed him
“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.
Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.
So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.
He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.
His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.
When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said
“Are you not getting dressed?”
“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.
(Part 02)
Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.
He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin
“You made me jump” she gasped
“I thought you might want some help” he lied
“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously
“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently
“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted
“You just want to get me wetter”
“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.
“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,
Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.
He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.
Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.
So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.
He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.
Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.
Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.
But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.
They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.
“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted
“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.
They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.
Friday 28 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.
She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.
It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.
“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.
Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.
On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.
And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.
As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.
(Part 03)
Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.
Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.
But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.
“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.
“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.
Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.
Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.
And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.
That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.
She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.
She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.
It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.
“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.
Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.
On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.
And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.
As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.
(Part 03)
Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.
Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.
But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.
“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.
“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.
Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.
Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.
And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.
That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.
She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.
Thursday 27 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (052) Things that go bump in the Night
(Part 01)
Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.
She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure.
(Part 02)
Alison was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.
So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.
Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.
But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.
“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked
“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth, and his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.
It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.
He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him.
The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue which he was really enjoying.
Which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his Danish semi erect cock out through the opening, which didn’t stay semi for long as she expertly handled his not inconsiderably sized lump of Danish Pork.
But it was it was at the moment she had stroked his meat up to full size that she stopped, startled by a noise in the wood, and quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Alison backed into the shadow of an old twisted oak and to her delight he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.
They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.
After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his and her hand went straight back to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.
Eric fumbled inside her clothes and unhooked her bra and moved instantly to her breasts.
She had perfect little tits, and her nipples were as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
Alison’s kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught so he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.
(Part 03)
Eric yanked down her tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton panties quickly followed suit.
Once both tights and drawers were at knee height Alison accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.
Erik then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her pert little arse.
It was a nice arse, soft and squeezable but Eric soon worked his way teasingly through her generous thicket and slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.
Alison was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.
She released her firm grip on his tool and used that hand to undo his trouser button and then she yanked down his Chinos and boxers and bared his muscular arse.
Eric took this as a sign and removed his sticky fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind her and Alison’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the crook of the oak.
But she kept her thighs together when he had her in position
“Am I just going to be another conquest Eric?” she asked
“Just another notch on your headboard”
“It depends” he said truthfully
“On what?”
“On how good you are” he replied
“How am I doing so far?”
“One mark away from a first” Eric said
“Let’s go for it then” she said and opened up for him and he slid his cock comfortably into her.
The way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, he knew she had received others before him.
So he went at her greedily, Alison’s legs wrapped around his hips like a vice, and her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, growling out contentment to his rhythmic penetrations, and as Eric pumped into her harder and faster these turned to guttural groans as her pleasure heightened frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed into the darkness as he shot.
They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, his large Danish cock still twitching inside her pussy and he could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and made several long pleasurable languorous sighs and he kissed her neck and she hugged him tight.
They dressed quickly in the dark although Alison went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.
Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” he said
“Oh yes, we can” Alison replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.
She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure.
(Part 02)
Alison was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.
So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.
Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.
But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.
“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked
“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth, and his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.
It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.
He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him.
The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue which he was really enjoying.
Which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his Danish semi erect cock out through the opening, which didn’t stay semi for long as she expertly handled his not inconsiderably sized lump of Danish Pork.
But it was it was at the moment she had stroked his meat up to full size that she stopped, startled by a noise in the wood, and quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Alison backed into the shadow of an old twisted oak and to her delight he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.
They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.
After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his and her hand went straight back to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.
Eric fumbled inside her clothes and unhooked her bra and moved instantly to her breasts.
She had perfect little tits, and her nipples were as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
Alison’s kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught so he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.
(Part 03)
Eric yanked down her tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton panties quickly followed suit.
Once both tights and drawers were at knee height Alison accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.
Erik then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her pert little arse.
It was a nice arse, soft and squeezable but Eric soon worked his way teasingly through her generous thicket and slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.
Alison was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.
She released her firm grip on his tool and used that hand to undo his trouser button and then she yanked down his Chinos and boxers and bared his muscular arse.
Eric took this as a sign and removed his sticky fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind her and Alison’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the crook of the oak.
But she kept her thighs together when he had her in position
“Am I just going to be another conquest Eric?” she asked
“Just another notch on your headboard”
“It depends” he said truthfully
“On what?”
“On how good you are” he replied
“How am I doing so far?”
“One mark away from a first” Eric said
“Let’s go for it then” she said and opened up for him and he slid his cock comfortably into her.
The way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, he knew she had received others before him.
So he went at her greedily, Alison’s legs wrapped around his hips like a vice, and her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, growling out contentment to his rhythmic penetrations, and as Eric pumped into her harder and faster these turned to guttural groans as her pleasure heightened frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed into the darkness as he shot.
They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, his large Danish cock still twitching inside her pussy and he could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and made several long pleasurable languorous sighs and he kissed her neck and she hugged him tight.
They dressed quickly in the dark although Alison went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.
Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” he said
“Oh yes, we can” Alison replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
Wednesday 26 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (051) I Saw You in a Different Light Today
I saw you in a different light today as you walked through the village of Dulcet Green when for first time you were a dazzling light of femininity, not the normal little tomboy in the cargo pants and baggy T-shirt.
The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad debut couldn’t fail to appeal.
The sheer black of your stocking sheathed limbs that disappeared beneath the tailored hem of a skirt that fitted your hitherto, unknown curves, accentuating glorious hips, shapely thighs and of course well rounded buttocks.
And tucked into the tiniest of waistbands was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit your ample treasures, once well buried, and buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck, three buttons undone buttons so that it gaped to show it contents.
I saw you in a different light today one of statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads to turn and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.
But tonight I see you in a different light again as your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands are inside my clothes and I am on fire with passion.
But then the former tomboy’s lips are no longer on my lips but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth your fingers are awash within me.
The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad debut couldn’t fail to appeal.
The sheer black of your stocking sheathed limbs that disappeared beneath the tailored hem of a skirt that fitted your hitherto, unknown curves, accentuating glorious hips, shapely thighs and of course well rounded buttocks.
And tucked into the tiniest of waistbands was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit your ample treasures, once well buried, and buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck, three buttons undone buttons so that it gaped to show it contents.
I saw you in a different light today one of statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads to turn and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.
But tonight I see you in a different light again as your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands are inside my clothes and I am on fire with passion.
But then the former tomboy’s lips are no longer on my lips but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth your fingers are awash within me.
Tuesday 25 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions
(Part 01)
Bob King’s boss said
“Bob, go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”
“Sure, who am I meeting” he asked
“Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.
And it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee, a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.
Bob was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
In silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.
It was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.
She went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the red-blooded man in her wake.
Not out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave grown men breathless.
(Part 02)
Samantha pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter
“Thank you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a moment to long once more and both blushed again.
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright, confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic, clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders.
Bob could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of her golden hair framing her pretty face.
A face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.
Her mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke, her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.
When their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her beauty.
Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
(Part 03)
Samantha suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
But then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.
“We will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”
“No I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.
“That’s ok” She said “I’m not offended”
And then she snapped her briefcase shut and added
“Well now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can do this”
And Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips, at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.
As he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.
He was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his pick.
First of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes, wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.
His head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was heading south.
Things like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.
Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was middling.
He was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an absolute beauty of about five years younger.
Bod had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want to break the spell.
But so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
(Part 04)
So much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
“Nicely done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.
He would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.
“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttock.
She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils began snorting in air.
He made his decision and his caressing hand slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.
He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him in his tracks
“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows over”
“Not here” she continued
“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then blushed
And then for the second time that day she led him on a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much faster pace.
When they arrived at the room, and for the first time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.
Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the electronic key.
“Would you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.
But she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green, the lock clicked and the door opened.
Her shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into the room a little less confidently.
Samantha proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused before turning to face him.
She closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said
“I just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted out before she breathed deeply again
“And I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”
She said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
(Part 05)
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
He stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”
And then he kissed her, it was a warm sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.
“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on her sweet face “Let me”
“Ok” he agreed
“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.
Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of its contents.
When she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said
“You’ll have to do the rest”
“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time they settled on her tight little buttocks.
She stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.
Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent.
He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.
Bob pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit her lip and tried to cover herself.
“No don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”
Samantha stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly closed the distance between them.
“Not so fast” he said “the bra as well”
She managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed her neck instead.
Samantha didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was really good at.
She wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.
Her disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.
(Part 06)
Samantha was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling as his lips reached her treasures.
Bob kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he took them in his mouth in turn.
When he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up at her with a smile.
Samantha returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his hands settled on her stocking tops.
And as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement which aroused him even more.
Another exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing wetness.
Her murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax.
But she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded further by trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Let me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.
“But I want to” she insisted
“Then let me help” he replied
Bob knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his belt.
At that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as she fumbled at his belt with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
After the belt she tackled his trouser button and then the zip.
And finally she pulled his trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.
“There” Samantha said proudly and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the moment came that they had both been waiting for.
Bob pushed her gently back on the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot tender loins.
He looked down on her as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally fulfilled.
“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.
It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life
“This time was memorable” she said to herself and giggled and so was the next.
Bob King’s boss said
“Bob, go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”
“Sure, who am I meeting” he asked
“Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.
And it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee, a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.
Bob was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
In silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.
It was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.
She went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the red-blooded man in her wake.
Not out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave grown men breathless.
(Part 02)
Samantha pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter
“Thank you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a moment to long once more and both blushed again.
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright, confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic, clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders.
Bob could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of her golden hair framing her pretty face.
A face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.
Her mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke, her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.
When their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her beauty.
Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
(Part 03)
Samantha suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
But then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.
“We will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”
“No I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.
“That’s ok” She said “I’m not offended”
And then she snapped her briefcase shut and added
“Well now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can do this”
And Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips, at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.
As he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.
He was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his pick.
First of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes, wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.
His head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was heading south.
Things like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.
Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was middling.
He was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an absolute beauty of about five years younger.
Bod had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want to break the spell.
But so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
(Part 04)
So much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
“Nicely done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.
He would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.
“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttock.
She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils began snorting in air.
He made his decision and his caressing hand slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.
He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him in his tracks
“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows over”
“Not here” she continued
“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then blushed
And then for the second time that day she led him on a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much faster pace.
When they arrived at the room, and for the first time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.
Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the electronic key.
“Would you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.
But she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green, the lock clicked and the door opened.
Her shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into the room a little less confidently.
Samantha proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused before turning to face him.
She closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said
“I just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted out before she breathed deeply again
“And I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”
She said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
(Part 05)
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
He stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”
And then he kissed her, it was a warm sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.
“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on her sweet face “Let me”
“Ok” he agreed
“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.
Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of its contents.
When she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said
“You’ll have to do the rest”
“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time they settled on her tight little buttocks.
She stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.
Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent.
He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.
Bob pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit her lip and tried to cover herself.
“No don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”
Samantha stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly closed the distance between them.
“Not so fast” he said “the bra as well”
She managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed her neck instead.
Samantha didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was really good at.
She wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.
Her disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.
(Part 06)
Samantha was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling as his lips reached her treasures.
Bob kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he took them in his mouth in turn.
When he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up at her with a smile.
Samantha returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his hands settled on her stocking tops.
And as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement which aroused him even more.
Another exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing wetness.
Her murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax.
But she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded further by trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Let me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.
“But I want to” she insisted
“Then let me help” he replied
Bob knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his belt.
At that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as she fumbled at his belt with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
After the belt she tackled his trouser button and then the zip.
And finally she pulled his trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.
“There” Samantha said proudly and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the moment came that they had both been waiting for.
Bob pushed her gently back on the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot tender loins.
He looked down on her as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally fulfilled.
“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.
It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life
“This time was memorable” she said to herself and giggled and so was the next.
Monday 24 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (049) Love and Lust in Abbottsford
(Part 01)
Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
For the May Bank Holiday weekend she was at home for five days and she thought all her Christmas’s had come at once.
(Part 02)
It was the day after the May bank holiday weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood.
They lay in each arms for longer than they should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower.
“Do you want me to join you?” he offered
“No we’re late enough already” she replied jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.
When she emerged he got in and when he was finished she was already dressed and was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not forgetting the blue and white ankle socks.
He couldn’t see what colour her knickers wear but as she was wearing a pale blue bra and having intimate knowledge of her lingerie, having removed her from them countless times, he was pretty sure they were also pale blue with white bows.
Her long wavy red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
While Mark was musing about her undies Amy recognised the expression on his face that normally preceded her get a portion but she looked up at the clock and said
"We need to get going"
The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way in fact because the traffic was lighter than expected they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
Which meant even after unloading the car and carrying the bags up to her room Amy decided there was still enough time to do her one last time before her first lecture started.
The location she settled on for their second farewell fuck of the day was the kitchen, which was made all the more exciting firstly because the house wasn’t empty, Carole and Amy were in the formers room studying, and second because one of the housemates, Alison, a skinny scraggy titted girl was very OCD when it came to hygiene.
As she stood in the kitchen she smiled at him as she removed her bra through her shirt sleeve, she knew that he loved it when she did that, then she removed her denim skirt and with her huge nipples pushing proudly through the fabric of her top she removed slowly slid her knicker down so her lush red bush was on display and his cock was ready to burst out of his shorts.
“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable involved her undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out of his pants and playing with it.
“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and kissed her
“I’m not going to see you until next Sunday” she said
“It’s only five days away” he pointed out as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric
“Exactly that’s why I need it right now” she replied
“What are you going to do later?” he asked
“You’re not the only one with a wankbank you know” she said
If he hadn’t been rock hard by then that would definitely have done it.
“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she pulled off his shirt.
“Let’s go and do it on your bed” he suggested
“You didn’t need a bed the first time you forced yourself on me”
“I don’t remember needing to be particularly forceful,” he reminded her
“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked
“Just shut up and fuck me”
(Part 03)
Mark picked her up and sat her on the counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.
He pulled her top off over her head and played with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mark twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Mark thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
“Mark, Mark” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her
Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her and her breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short measured stroked she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.
“My God Mark it just keeps getting better” she purred
“It was ok then?” He panted
“You know damn well it was you cocky git” she retorted and they stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him.
And when he lifted the knickerless Amy off the kitchen counter they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.
Mark quickly redressed and Amy gathered up her discarded clothes, there was just enough time for Amy to go and freshen up down below and don some clean under crackers before he dropped her in time for her lecture.
As expected there were more tears, even though she would be seeing him again the next weekend, and when she was sufficiently composed she kissed him goodbye and got out the car and then she walked straight into the building without looking back.
In the end the lecture was cancelled and she was more than a little miffed because she could have spent more time with Mark.
But when she got back to the flat she cheered up immediately because her OCD flatmate Alison was making a sandwich on the spunky counter where Mark had fucked her, the poor girl would have night terrors if she knew what they had done their only an hour earlier.
Amy texted him with a photo of Alison at the counter and he laughed and then he got a stirring in his trousers when he thought about what they did there; just remembering the sex with Amy turned him on.
He texted back immediately
“Can’t wait until Sunday”
“Nor me” she said out loud and started crying.
Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
For the May Bank Holiday weekend she was at home for five days and she thought all her Christmas’s had come at once.
(Part 02)
It was the day after the May bank holiday weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood.
They lay in each arms for longer than they should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower.
“Do you want me to join you?” he offered
“No we’re late enough already” she replied jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.
When she emerged he got in and when he was finished she was already dressed and was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not forgetting the blue and white ankle socks.
He couldn’t see what colour her knickers wear but as she was wearing a pale blue bra and having intimate knowledge of her lingerie, having removed her from them countless times, he was pretty sure they were also pale blue with white bows.
Her long wavy red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
While Mark was musing about her undies Amy recognised the expression on his face that normally preceded her get a portion but she looked up at the clock and said
"We need to get going"
The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way in fact because the traffic was lighter than expected they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
Which meant even after unloading the car and carrying the bags up to her room Amy decided there was still enough time to do her one last time before her first lecture started.
The location she settled on for their second farewell fuck of the day was the kitchen, which was made all the more exciting firstly because the house wasn’t empty, Carole and Amy were in the formers room studying, and second because one of the housemates, Alison, a skinny scraggy titted girl was very OCD when it came to hygiene.
As she stood in the kitchen she smiled at him as she removed her bra through her shirt sleeve, she knew that he loved it when she did that, then she removed her denim skirt and with her huge nipples pushing proudly through the fabric of her top she removed slowly slid her knicker down so her lush red bush was on display and his cock was ready to burst out of his shorts.
“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable involved her undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out of his pants and playing with it.
“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and kissed her
“I’m not going to see you until next Sunday” she said
“It’s only five days away” he pointed out as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric
“Exactly that’s why I need it right now” she replied
“What are you going to do later?” he asked
“You’re not the only one with a wankbank you know” she said
If he hadn’t been rock hard by then that would definitely have done it.
“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she pulled off his shirt.
“Let’s go and do it on your bed” he suggested
“You didn’t need a bed the first time you forced yourself on me”
“I don’t remember needing to be particularly forceful,” he reminded her
“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked
“Just shut up and fuck me”
(Part 03)
Mark picked her up and sat her on the counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.
He pulled her top off over her head and played with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mark twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Mark thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
“Mark, Mark” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her
Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her and her breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short measured stroked she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.
“My God Mark it just keeps getting better” she purred
“It was ok then?” He panted
“You know damn well it was you cocky git” she retorted and they stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him.
And when he lifted the knickerless Amy off the kitchen counter they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.
Mark quickly redressed and Amy gathered up her discarded clothes, there was just enough time for Amy to go and freshen up down below and don some clean under crackers before he dropped her in time for her lecture.
As expected there were more tears, even though she would be seeing him again the next weekend, and when she was sufficiently composed she kissed him goodbye and got out the car and then she walked straight into the building without looking back.
In the end the lecture was cancelled and she was more than a little miffed because she could have spent more time with Mark.
But when she got back to the flat she cheered up immediately because her OCD flatmate Alison was making a sandwich on the spunky counter where Mark had fucked her, the poor girl would have night terrors if she knew what they had done their only an hour earlier.
Amy texted him with a photo of Alison at the counter and he laughed and then he got a stirring in his trousers when he thought about what they did there; just remembering the sex with Amy turned him on.
He texted back immediately
“Can’t wait until Sunday”
“Nor me” she said out loud and started crying.
Sunday 23 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots
(Part 01)
Stewart had fallen asleep in front of the TV as he sat in his armchair in the lounge and awoke suddenly to find Mary Bean standing in the doorway.
He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real or if he was dreaming so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there and he smiled.
Stewart Simpson was an unremarkable man in his late twenties, and he had been married to Carole, whom he loved very much, for over five years.
They lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean and had well paid jobs that they both enjoyed, they had two foreign holidays every year and had a very comfortable life.
They didn’t have children, but they had no plans for that to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
Carole had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with having sex on high days and holidays.
For Stewart the reverse was true he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time, but he loved her very much and so he contented himself with watching porn and knocking one out when the need arose.
However Mr. Average Simpson started to lead a secret life.
It all came about when his sister in law Mary Bean came to stay with them.
She was a twenty three year old trouble maker and a bit of a delinquent, in fact all in all a thoroughly disagreeable creature and she had driven her mother to the point of a nervous breakdown.
So at the end of July Mary went to live with the Simpson’s, in order to give her poor mother a break from her.
But from the moment she first arrived in Childean she made their life a living hell with her foul mouth and disagreeable behavior.
But as he sat in his armchair only 14 months after she first arrived he found it difficult to believe that the foul mouthed, disagreeable, lazy and ungrateful little cow was the same girl he was now looking at.
The same shrewish girl that he had tamed with a sound spanking and a thorough shag over the coffee table.
After that evening she was a different person and on every Tuesday and Wednesday evening when his wife Carole went out Mary would appear in the doorway to the lounge looking coy, sometimes in her nightclothes or just in a dressing gown fresh from the shower and quite often she would dress up.
And that was the case the day before Halloween when he awoke from his dose to find her standing in the doorway dressed as Wednesday Addams.
She was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.
He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.
(Part 02)
Mary was dressed as Wednesday Addams and she was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.
He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.
On her head she wore a brown wig with long braids, but with her complexion, which was naturally pale, her face didn’t require make up.
“Hello gorgeous” he said and in response she undid the belt and dropped it on the floor as she walked towards him and began unbuttoning the front of her dress.
He could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.
By the time she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her tights.
Mary leant forward and put a hand on the arm rests either side of him, to support herself, allowing the full weight of her little tits to hang seductive and inviting in their black lace holster.
Which was when she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.
When she stopped Mary stood up and without speaking she took hold of both of his hands and pulled him up out of the chair, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was around her ankles.
Mary was normally compliant and easily bent to his will but he was enjoying the more dominant Mary.
But he still 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 looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.
At the foot of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the kitchen where he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they briefly swung invitingly free until he gave them a thorough groping, they had certainly matured in the few weeks since he had last fondled them, after a nice grope he pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her magnificent erect, pink nipples, sucking on them like a hungry child.
Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of scanty briefs stood between him and another joyful fuck.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her.
When he stopped sucking on her tits leaving them wet, misshapen and swollen and chose instead to watch her as his hand reached the heart of her Halloween fire and he fingered her through her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Mary wriggled beneath his hand and moaned like a whore.
Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
(Part 03)
Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
Stewart reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to dine, 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 Stewart" she moaned as he licked her out and one of her shoes fell off while he noshed her, it was the first time that evening that she had spoken.
She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed even whiter through her pale skin as he continued to work on her with his tongue and then she came.
Stewart stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it here” she demanded “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
He suddenly became aware of the amount of times he’d had her on a table of some description so he thought it would be best to take her upstairs.
Besides the kitchen table had seen enough action already.
“No” he said sternly as he quickly locked the backdoor and she looked at him crestfallen until he said "bed"
Which was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a rat up a drainpipe.
He took more measured strides and paused to pick up her discarded clothes on the way before he and his erection made a steady ascent up the stairs.
Mary was sitting on her haunches in the middle of her bed when he entered the room.
“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.
The wig lay on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length mousy hair which was a shade or two lighter than her muff and as he looked down at her mousy minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.
As Mary bounced on the bed, everything bounced along with her although his eyes focused on her tits.
“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and grabbed hold of 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.
“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.
Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard he fell onto the bed.
(Part 04)
Mary was knelt on the bed and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.
Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard 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 cunny onto his throbbing cock.
“Oh that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him again and again.
He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him how different this girl was to the one who made their life a misery just over a year earlier.
Unlike the previous times she had ridden him she remained completely in control as she emitted the most sensual self-satisfying moans.
Not needing to intercede he just gripped her cute buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed
“Oh fuck” as he shot into her.
Mary was such a surprisingly good Halloween fuck that he was in no rush to leave her bed and he let her have him once more before he left her room just moments before Carole arrived home.
On Halloween itself he was going to spend a quiet evening alone as, Mary, dressed as Wednesday Addams, the outfit he’d removed her from the previous night and her best friend Anjuli, dressed as a horny witch were going to a party.
But as he sat alone watching TV Anjuli appeared in the doorway and said
“Trick or treat” and held out her treat bag, he didn’t look in it because he knew only too well what she considered a treat.
In her treat bag there were likely to be hand cuffs, silk ropes vibrators and a large pink dildo.
“Oh a Treat please” he said just as Mary joined her
“That’s not how it works” Anjuli said, “We’re supposed to get the treat”
“Well I’m game if you are,” he said directly to Anjuli
She licked her lips and looked at her friend who smiled and said
“Go on then, I had mine last night” she said and kissed her then over her shoulder she added “You’ve got half an hour”
Anjuli stepped in the room and closed the door behind her.
She stood against the wall in her witch’s outfit, all in black except for the white stripes on her long socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots and was smiling and biting her lip.
“Well come and get your treat then” he said
So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms.
(Part 05)
“Well come and get your treat then” Stewart said
So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms.
Whereas her friend Mary’s body was on the skinny side of slim
Anjuli’s was curvy and full.
He fumbled inside her cloak as they kissed and quickly rummaged his way through the layers until he reached her bare flesh and moments later he had un-harnessed her huge tits and got them both in hand.
Her hot mouth was clamped over his as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose.
Then her mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked their way to his ear as his hands were grasping hands full of skirt until his palms were touching the naked flesh at the top of her socks and from her outer thighs moved up to her buttocks, squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as Anjuli slurped in his ear.
Once her knickers were at half-mast he turned his attention to the witches familiar, her pussy, his right hand moved seamlessly from buttock to hip to belly and then descended through her lush bush, to rest on her mound, she stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving one of her slutty smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.
And there they stood, Anjuli pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged her wet gash until she came.
“What shall I do to the naughty little witch now” he asked her
“Give her your wand” she replied and giggled
Stewart took her hand and led her across the lounge but due to her low-slung drawers Anjuli had to waddle not unlike a duck until they reached the sofa where he propped her against the end of the sofa and knelt in front of her and with my hands beneath the hem of her skirt I slid them up slowly from her knees to her naked thighs, taking the skirt with them until her thick black pubic triangle was before his eyes and he buried his face in it and she giggled again.
He would have liked to have given her the same thorough treatment that Mary had received the night before but there was no time for it on that occasion.
While his nose took in her erotic scent his hands pulled her knickers down to her ankles.
Stewart then stood up with his hands still up her skirt and gripping her buttocks, one gorgeous cheek in each hand, he lifted her effortlessly of the ground until her big round arse was sitting on top of the sofa back.
There was a pause for another passionate fuelled wet kiss and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.
(Part 06)
There was a pause in proceedings for another passionate fuelled wet kiss between Stewart and Anjuli and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.
Obligingly her legs came up so he could pull her big black knickers off her over her boots.
And as she lay there with her pussy on display he dropped his trousers and readied himself and then to her delight he penetrated her tight brown pussy.
It felt so good as he looked down on her as he was doing her and he was admiring her thick black untamed patch of pubes and he thought how beautifully hairy she was.
Anjuli knew only too well how much he liked her tits and her chocolate coloured nipples so she uncovered them for him and put them on display before she wrapped her striped legs around him as he pumped her tight pussy.
He knew it was going to be over all too soon and he really wished he could spend more time on her, but Anjuli, like Mary, was a game bird so he knew this would not be the last time she would be wetting his balls.
His hands slid forwards and fondled her huge titties and her small hands grasped his shoulders as he reached the short strokes and her moans became frantic, and he kept that up until her back arched and they both came in unison.
He was reluctant to withdraw from her juiciness because he knew there would be no second helping of her that night.
They had a final kiss and cuddle by the lounge door before he opened it to find Mary on the other side
“I thought you were never coming” she said and then blushed when she realised the connotation.
Stewart was turned on by her embarrassment and kissed her long and slowly, then he said.
“You too had better go before I get another stiffy”
There was a moment’s hesitation but then the girls stepped out under the porch light.
“You’ve got cum on you cloak Ju” he said
“It’s an occupational hazard for a dirty little witch” Mary replied and two girls trotted off down the path laughing.
He stayed at the front door until they were completely out of sight.
“Well that was nice” he said to himself then he noticed some trick or treaters heading his way so he went inside and turned off the light.
He didn’t particularly like Halloween but he loved it when the girls dressed up.
He was fortunate that Halloween fell on one of the nights Carole was out at her friends.
Stewart was upstairs for part of the time while Carole was getting changed and she was responsible for initiating the arousal that ended inside Anjuli, he would have preferred to have made love to his wife who he loved so much.
Sex was great with the girls and he really enjoyed it but it was only sex he didn’t love either Mary or Anjuli.
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and it made him wonder if some horny wizard would be putting his wand up her, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.
After all she had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.
Stewart had fallen asleep in front of the TV as he sat in his armchair in the lounge and awoke suddenly to find Mary Bean standing in the doorway.
He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real or if he was dreaming so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there and he smiled.
Stewart Simpson was an unremarkable man in his late twenties, and he had been married to Carole, whom he loved very much, for over five years.
They lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean and had well paid jobs that they both enjoyed, they had two foreign holidays every year and had a very comfortable life.
They didn’t have children, but they had no plans for that to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
Carole had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with having sex on high days and holidays.
For Stewart the reverse was true he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time, but he loved her very much and so he contented himself with watching porn and knocking one out when the need arose.
However Mr. Average Simpson started to lead a secret life.
It all came about when his sister in law Mary Bean came to stay with them.
She was a twenty three year old trouble maker and a bit of a delinquent, in fact all in all a thoroughly disagreeable creature and she had driven her mother to the point of a nervous breakdown.
So at the end of July Mary went to live with the Simpson’s, in order to give her poor mother a break from her.
But from the moment she first arrived in Childean she made their life a living hell with her foul mouth and disagreeable behavior.
But as he sat in his armchair only 14 months after she first arrived he found it difficult to believe that the foul mouthed, disagreeable, lazy and ungrateful little cow was the same girl he was now looking at.
The same shrewish girl that he had tamed with a sound spanking and a thorough shag over the coffee table.
After that evening she was a different person and on every Tuesday and Wednesday evening when his wife Carole went out Mary would appear in the doorway to the lounge looking coy, sometimes in her nightclothes or just in a dressing gown fresh from the shower and quite often she would dress up.
And that was the case the day before Halloween when he awoke from his dose to find her standing in the doorway dressed as Wednesday Addams.
She was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.
He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.
(Part 02)
Mary was dressed as Wednesday Addams and she was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.
He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.
On her head she wore a brown wig with long braids, but with her complexion, which was naturally pale, her face didn’t require make up.
“Hello gorgeous” he said and in response she undid the belt and dropped it on the floor as she walked towards him and began unbuttoning the front of her dress.
He could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.
By the time she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her tights.
Mary leant forward and put a hand on the arm rests either side of him, to support herself, allowing the full weight of her little tits to hang seductive and inviting in their black lace holster.
Which was when she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.
When she stopped Mary stood up and without speaking she took hold of both of his hands and pulled him up out of the chair, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was around her ankles.
Mary was normally compliant and easily bent to his will but he was enjoying the more dominant Mary.
But he still 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 looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.
At the foot of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the kitchen where he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they briefly swung invitingly free until he gave them a thorough groping, they had certainly matured in the few weeks since he had last fondled them, after a nice grope he pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her magnificent erect, pink nipples, sucking on them like a hungry child.
Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of scanty briefs stood between him and another joyful fuck.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her.
When he stopped sucking on her tits leaving them wet, misshapen and swollen and chose instead to watch her as his hand reached the heart of her Halloween fire and he fingered her through her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Mary wriggled beneath his hand and moaned like a whore.
Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
(Part 03)
Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
Stewart reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to dine, 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 Stewart" she moaned as he licked her out and one of her shoes fell off while he noshed her, it was the first time that evening that she had spoken.
She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed even whiter through her pale skin as he continued to work on her with his tongue and then she came.
Stewart stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it here” she demanded “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
He suddenly became aware of the amount of times he’d had her on a table of some description so he thought it would be best to take her upstairs.
Besides the kitchen table had seen enough action already.
“No” he said sternly as he quickly locked the backdoor and she looked at him crestfallen until he said "bed"
Which was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a rat up a drainpipe.
He took more measured strides and paused to pick up her discarded clothes on the way before he and his erection made a steady ascent up the stairs.
Mary was sitting on her haunches in the middle of her bed when he entered the room.
“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.
The wig lay on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length mousy hair which was a shade or two lighter than her muff and as he looked down at her mousy minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.
As Mary bounced on the bed, everything bounced along with her although his eyes focused on her tits.
“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and grabbed hold of 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.
“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.
Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard he fell onto the bed.
(Part 04)
Mary was knelt on the bed and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.
Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard 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 cunny onto his throbbing cock.
“Oh that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him again and again.
He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him how different this girl was to the one who made their life a misery just over a year earlier.
Unlike the previous times she had ridden him she remained completely in control as she emitted the most sensual self-satisfying moans.
Not needing to intercede he just gripped her cute buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed
“Oh fuck” as he shot into her.
Mary was such a surprisingly good Halloween fuck that he was in no rush to leave her bed and he let her have him once more before he left her room just moments before Carole arrived home.
On Halloween itself he was going to spend a quiet evening alone as, Mary, dressed as Wednesday Addams, the outfit he’d removed her from the previous night and her best friend Anjuli, dressed as a horny witch were going to a party.
But as he sat alone watching TV Anjuli appeared in the doorway and said
“Trick or treat” and held out her treat bag, he didn’t look in it because he knew only too well what she considered a treat.
In her treat bag there were likely to be hand cuffs, silk ropes vibrators and a large pink dildo.
“Oh a Treat please” he said just as Mary joined her
“That’s not how it works” Anjuli said, “We’re supposed to get the treat”
“Well I’m game if you are,” he said directly to Anjuli
She licked her lips and looked at her friend who smiled and said
“Go on then, I had mine last night” she said and kissed her then over her shoulder she added “You’ve got half an hour”
Anjuli stepped in the room and closed the door behind her.
She stood against the wall in her witch’s outfit, all in black except for the white stripes on her long socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots and was smiling and biting her lip.
“Well come and get your treat then” he said
So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms.
(Part 05)
“Well come and get your treat then” Stewart said
So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms.
Whereas her friend Mary’s body was on the skinny side of slim
Anjuli’s was curvy and full.
He fumbled inside her cloak as they kissed and quickly rummaged his way through the layers until he reached her bare flesh and moments later he had un-harnessed her huge tits and got them both in hand.
Her hot mouth was clamped over his as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose.
Then her mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked their way to his ear as his hands were grasping hands full of skirt until his palms were touching the naked flesh at the top of her socks and from her outer thighs moved up to her buttocks, squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as Anjuli slurped in his ear.
Once her knickers were at half-mast he turned his attention to the witches familiar, her pussy, his right hand moved seamlessly from buttock to hip to belly and then descended through her lush bush, to rest on her mound, she stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving one of her slutty smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.
And there they stood, Anjuli pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged her wet gash until she came.
“What shall I do to the naughty little witch now” he asked her
“Give her your wand” she replied and giggled
Stewart took her hand and led her across the lounge but due to her low-slung drawers Anjuli had to waddle not unlike a duck until they reached the sofa where he propped her against the end of the sofa and knelt in front of her and with my hands beneath the hem of her skirt I slid them up slowly from her knees to her naked thighs, taking the skirt with them until her thick black pubic triangle was before his eyes and he buried his face in it and she giggled again.
He would have liked to have given her the same thorough treatment that Mary had received the night before but there was no time for it on that occasion.
While his nose took in her erotic scent his hands pulled her knickers down to her ankles.
Stewart then stood up with his hands still up her skirt and gripping her buttocks, one gorgeous cheek in each hand, he lifted her effortlessly of the ground until her big round arse was sitting on top of the sofa back.
There was a pause for another passionate fuelled wet kiss and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.
(Part 06)
There was a pause in proceedings for another passionate fuelled wet kiss between Stewart and Anjuli and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.
Obligingly her legs came up so he could pull her big black knickers off her over her boots.
And as she lay there with her pussy on display he dropped his trousers and readied himself and then to her delight he penetrated her tight brown pussy.
It felt so good as he looked down on her as he was doing her and he was admiring her thick black untamed patch of pubes and he thought how beautifully hairy she was.
Anjuli knew only too well how much he liked her tits and her chocolate coloured nipples so she uncovered them for him and put them on display before she wrapped her striped legs around him as he pumped her tight pussy.
He knew it was going to be over all too soon and he really wished he could spend more time on her, but Anjuli, like Mary, was a game bird so he knew this would not be the last time she would be wetting his balls.
His hands slid forwards and fondled her huge titties and her small hands grasped his shoulders as he reached the short strokes and her moans became frantic, and he kept that up until her back arched and they both came in unison.
He was reluctant to withdraw from her juiciness because he knew there would be no second helping of her that night.
They had a final kiss and cuddle by the lounge door before he opened it to find Mary on the other side
“I thought you were never coming” she said and then blushed when she realised the connotation.
Stewart was turned on by her embarrassment and kissed her long and slowly, then he said.
“You too had better go before I get another stiffy”
There was a moment’s hesitation but then the girls stepped out under the porch light.
“You’ve got cum on you cloak Ju” he said
“It’s an occupational hazard for a dirty little witch” Mary replied and two girls trotted off down the path laughing.
He stayed at the front door until they were completely out of sight.
“Well that was nice” he said to himself then he noticed some trick or treaters heading his way so he went inside and turned off the light.
He didn’t particularly like Halloween but he loved it when the girls dressed up.
He was fortunate that Halloween fell on one of the nights Carole was out at her friends.
Stewart was upstairs for part of the time while Carole was getting changed and she was responsible for initiating the arousal that ended inside Anjuli, he would have preferred to have made love to his wife who he loved so much.
Sex was great with the girls and he really enjoyed it but it was only sex he didn’t love either Mary or Anjuli.
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and it made him wonder if some horny wizard would be putting his wand up her, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.
After all she had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.
Saturday 22 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (047) Welcome to the Clayton Manor Hotel
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in his defence he was rather ambushed.
He had met the staff informally at the beginning of the day and then chose to do a walk around and meet people again where they worked.
He had noticed her among the group dressed in her uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Blaire was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years and she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two.
When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge, she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting because she was definitely flirting with him.
(Part 02)
When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge, she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting because she was definitely flirting with him.
“Hello” he said “Shouldn’t you be working”
“I’m on my break,” she answered curtly
“I’m sorry,” he said “I was just looking for someone to show me around”
“Ok but I need the loo first” she said and picked up her bag
“Well that explains her mood, she’s on the blob” he thought to himself
Five minutes later she returned looking flushed
“We can go now” She said and strode off
“Great” he said and broke into a jog to follow her
Blaire led him down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another long corridor until finally arriving at another door.
“In here” she said
“She’s got a bit of an attitude” he thought, perhaps he was mistaken about the flirting, but clearly not about the period.
“She won’t remain head of housekeeping for long with her mind set”
The door closed behind him and the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and before he had the chance to ask what they were doing in a storage cupboard, Blaire was all over him, she already had her white shirt opened and she put his hands on her generous tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra? He was sure she had one on that morning when she was flirting with him.
And almost the second she placed his hands on her breasts her tongue was straight in his mouth and almost down his throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.
“Blimey, you’re as changeable as the weather” he said after breaking away from her mouth “First you flirt with me, then you’re rude to me, and now groping me, what has 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 “not that I’m not enjoying it”
“Because I’m so bloody horny” she said planting another kiss on his mouth.
“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously “I’m sure you had one on this morning”
“In my handbag” she answered curtly
“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here” he thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.
(Part 03)
“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here” Gary thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.
Blaire sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again
Gary pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then around her waist but when he turned his attention to her knickers, he discovered she wasn’t wearing any.
“Where are your knickers?” He asked more than a little surprised
“Don’t tell me they’re in your handbag”
“Where else?” she replied
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear so he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive the erection she had so skilfully supplied and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny.
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered as Blaire’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door with one hand on her hip and the other gripping the coat hook and as he banged her, her bum cheeks slapped against the veneer and each stroke produced a grunt.
“Mmmm”
And as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened the slaps and grunts increased with them until they reached a crescendo and the coat hook came off in his hand.
They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Welcome to the Clayton Manor”
“Does everyone get a welcome like that?” he asked
“No, only the ones with a reputation” she panted
“What reputation would that be?”
“The one that says you’ll shag anyone, anywhere” she said
“Oh so news of my bad character has preceded me” he said
“You might say that”
“And did I live up to my rep then?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said, “and it was very acceptable”
“Good” he said sincerely “and I hope there are other places of interest in the hotel that you can show me”
“Definitely” she said smiling
They quickly made themselves decent which involved her retrieving he bra and drawers from her handbag and then they exited the cupboard and retraced their steps back down the corridor.
“Maintenance will need to replace that coat hook” he said and they both laughed.
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in his defence he was rather ambushed.
He had met the staff informally at the beginning of the day and then chose to do a walk around and meet people again where they worked.
He had noticed her among the group dressed in her uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Blaire was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years and she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two.
When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge, she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting because she was definitely flirting with him.
(Part 02)
When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge, she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting because she was definitely flirting with him.
“Hello” he said “Shouldn’t you be working”
“I’m on my break,” she answered curtly
“I’m sorry,” he said “I was just looking for someone to show me around”
“Ok but I need the loo first” she said and picked up her bag
“Well that explains her mood, she’s on the blob” he thought to himself
Five minutes later she returned looking flushed
“We can go now” She said and strode off
“Great” he said and broke into a jog to follow her
Blaire led him down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another long corridor until finally arriving at another door.
“In here” she said
“She’s got a bit of an attitude” he thought, perhaps he was mistaken about the flirting, but clearly not about the period.
“She won’t remain head of housekeeping for long with her mind set”
The door closed behind him and the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and before he had the chance to ask what they were doing in a storage cupboard, Blaire was all over him, she already had her white shirt opened and she put his hands on her generous tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra? He was sure she had one on that morning when she was flirting with him.
And almost the second she placed his hands on her breasts her tongue was straight in his mouth and almost down his throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.
“Blimey, you’re as changeable as the weather” he said after breaking away from her mouth “First you flirt with me, then you’re rude to me, and now groping me, what has 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 “not that I’m not enjoying it”
“Because I’m so bloody horny” she said planting another kiss on his mouth.
“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously “I’m sure you had one on this morning”
“In my handbag” she answered curtly
“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here” he thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.
(Part 03)
“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here” Gary thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.
Blaire sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again
Gary pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then around her waist but when he turned his attention to her knickers, he discovered she wasn’t wearing any.
“Where are your knickers?” He asked more than a little surprised
“Don’t tell me they’re in your handbag”
“Where else?” she replied
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear so he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive the erection she had so skilfully supplied and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny.
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered as Blaire’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door with one hand on her hip and the other gripping the coat hook and as he banged her, her bum cheeks slapped against the veneer and each stroke produced a grunt.
“Mmmm”
And as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened the slaps and grunts increased with them until they reached a crescendo and the coat hook came off in his hand.
They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Welcome to the Clayton Manor”
“Does everyone get a welcome like that?” he asked
“No, only the ones with a reputation” she panted
“What reputation would that be?”
“The one that says you’ll shag anyone, anywhere” she said
“Oh so news of my bad character has preceded me” he said
“You might say that”
“And did I live up to my rep then?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said, “and it was very acceptable”
“Good” he said sincerely “and I hope there are other places of interest in the hotel that you can show me”
“Definitely” she said smiling
They quickly made themselves decent which involved her retrieving he bra and drawers from her handbag and then they exited the cupboard and retraced their steps back down the corridor.
“Maintenance will need to replace that coat hook” he said and they both laughed.
Friday 21 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (046) An Itch to be Scratched
(Part 01)
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain.
Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.
Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean although, his parents having retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
On one family holiday in Spain Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, made love to his Aunt Christine’s oldest daughter Karen, who was just sixteen, for the first of many occasion.
Bright and early one Saturday morning when he opened the front door it was to see the familiar face of his cousin Karen.
It wasn’t the first time she had been to the house, but it was the first time she had a professional reason for being there.
Great Aunt Agatha had been in hospital and had a bunion removed and needed a little time to recuperate.
She had sufficient insurance to pay for her to stay in a nursing home but she had said she had no desire to be fussed over by a bunch of frumpy nurses so the family put their collected heads together and it was decided she should stay at Mark’s house for a week and the family would take it in turns to look after her and Saturday morning was Mark’s time.
“Hi Kaz,” he said
“Hi Cuz” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy nurses” I’ll smash your face in”
“Grumpy nurse more like” Mark said, “I think you need to work on your bedside manner”
“My manner is exceptionally good at the bedside” she corrected him and gave him a kiss “as you well know”
After he had closed the door she asked
“I’m a bit early,” she said looking at her watch “is she up?”
“She’s in the bath” he replied, “come and have some coffee”
As they sat drinking their coffee he asked
“How come you’re here so early?
“I’ve come straight from the hospital” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift today and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”
“Sure, no problem” he replied
As the morning went on Mark was beginning to regret his decision as Karen 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.
(Part 02)
As the morning went on Mark was beginning to regret his decision as Karen 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 of her in constant touchy feely mode and following him everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed him into the utility room that he snapped
“What is the matter with you Karen? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”
“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy. “But…”
“But what?” he snapped again
“I’m so horny” she confessed
“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” Karen replied
“Well go and try again,” he said
“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again
Just at that moment the washing machine reached the spin cycle
“Sit on that” he said and walked out
He assumed she must have taken his advice, as he didn’t see her for about half an hour.
When she did reappear he was sitting in the kitchen talking to Aunt Agatha and Karen boosted herself up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter behind her.
Then she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit, sitting in his eye line “Sans Pants” and making quite sure he knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at him while he was trying to talk to their aunt.
The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself off really turned him on.
And ever since she told him that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against him, she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself he wanted her.
He had a semi brewing and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred him even more.
Karen was sitting flashing her fingered flange at him and he just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact he couldn’t have wanted to fuck her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Aunt Agatha sitting there.
He tried to keep eye contact with Aunty when she spoke but obviously his eyes kept wandering from Aunt Agatha’s eyes to Karen’s sticky lips.
Thankfully before he exploded in his pants Karen’s mum came breezing into the kitchen and Karen’s leg snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately a clamshell.
Aunt Agatha was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the subject matter of which escaped him, as did the magazines title.
Luckily Mrs Sherlock’s arrival was timely as it meant he didn’t have to show just how little attention he had been paying to his Great Aunt.
(Part 03)
Aunt Agatha was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the subject matter of which escaped him, as did the magazines title as his gaze had been fixed on Karen’s busy fingers in her juicy hairless pussy.
Luckily Mrs Sherlock’s arrival was timely as it meant he didn’t have to show just how little attention he had been paying to his Great Aunt.
The four of them sat and had lunch together and all through lunchtime Mark was trying to figure out how he was going to get into Karen.
He sat there making polite conversation all through lunch while looking for a sure fire way he could manage to shag her.
The fact that her mother was sitting at the same table just made it all the more exciting.
They could have tried sneaking off to his study or they could have turned his garage into a house of pleasure but the most likely outcome was going to be going out in the car for some contrived reason and parking in the woods and shagging her senseless in the car.
He couldn’t wait until lunch was over he was finding it difficult to interact; having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.
As they were clearing away after lunch their filthy lustful prayers were answered as once she had settled Great Aunty Agatha upstairs for her afternoon nap Karen’s mum rang her dad to take her shopping in Abbottsford for the afternoon.
As soon as Mr Sherlock picked up his wife and the invalid was safely settled down Karen would be able to get the fucking she’d been begging for all day.
When Karen’s mum reappeared from settling her Aunty she asked Mark
“Are you ok? You seem a little distracted today”
“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” he lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night”
Well she had clearly noticed his distraction but he didn’t know if she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”
Mrs Sherlock was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife in fact, however the thought of a shopping trip must have dulled her senses.
The moment he heard the front door closed he went in search of his prey and as he approached the kitchen he suddenly caught sight of Cousin Karen sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked fingering her hairless pussy.
The nagging semi he had been nursing for hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Karen’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.
Karen wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.
(Part 04)
Karen wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.
“What’s going on here then?” he said as he quickly undressed,
She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.
He walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.
Karen was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed his swollen cock
“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking me, between kisses
“A window opened up” he replied “and I see that you have too”
“Shut up and fuck me” she purred and pulled his throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.
He hesitated, as he wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt.
But after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.
“I need your cock, now” she moaned
So he let her plug his cock into her hot creamy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which was after all what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
“Oh that’s it,” she moaned
She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.
As he pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans
“Oh Cuz, Cuz” she panted
Then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper, her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.
Because she was gripping him so firmly he could only give her short measured strokes, one after another and another until
“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she came to a shuddering climax and his instantly followed and then she kissed him.
“God Mark I really needed that” she sighed still gripping him like a vice.
“Are you satisfied now?” he panted
“If I say no will you fuck me again?”
“Yes” he replied
“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Karen said
“Then you’d better get your slutty arse into the study then nurse”
He ordered her and she ran down the hall naked and into the study as instructed.
Mark paused, but only to pick up all the clothes and then joined her.
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain.
Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.
Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean although, his parents having retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
On one family holiday in Spain Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, made love to his Aunt Christine’s oldest daughter Karen, who was just sixteen, for the first of many occasion.
Bright and early one Saturday morning when he opened the front door it was to see the familiar face of his cousin Karen.
It wasn’t the first time she had been to the house, but it was the first time she had a professional reason for being there.
Great Aunt Agatha had been in hospital and had a bunion removed and needed a little time to recuperate.
She had sufficient insurance to pay for her to stay in a nursing home but she had said she had no desire to be fussed over by a bunch of frumpy nurses so the family put their collected heads together and it was decided she should stay at Mark’s house for a week and the family would take it in turns to look after her and Saturday morning was Mark’s time.
“Hi Kaz,” he said
“Hi Cuz” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy nurses” I’ll smash your face in”
“Grumpy nurse more like” Mark said, “I think you need to work on your bedside manner”
“My manner is exceptionally good at the bedside” she corrected him and gave him a kiss “as you well know”
After he had closed the door she asked
“I’m a bit early,” she said looking at her watch “is she up?”
“She’s in the bath” he replied, “come and have some coffee”
As they sat drinking their coffee he asked
“How come you’re here so early?
“I’ve come straight from the hospital” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift today and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”
“Sure, no problem” he replied
As the morning went on Mark was beginning to regret his decision as Karen 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.
(Part 02)
As the morning went on Mark was beginning to regret his decision as Karen 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 of her in constant touchy feely mode and following him everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed him into the utility room that he snapped
“What is the matter with you Karen? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”
“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy. “But…”
“But what?” he snapped again
“I’m so horny” she confessed
“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” Karen replied
“Well go and try again,” he said
“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again
Just at that moment the washing machine reached the spin cycle
“Sit on that” he said and walked out
He assumed she must have taken his advice, as he didn’t see her for about half an hour.
When she did reappear he was sitting in the kitchen talking to Aunt Agatha and Karen boosted herself up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter behind her.
Then she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit, sitting in his eye line “Sans Pants” and making quite sure he knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at him while he was trying to talk to their aunt.
The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself off really turned him on.
And ever since she told him that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against him, she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself he wanted her.
He had a semi brewing and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred him even more.
Karen was sitting flashing her fingered flange at him and he just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact he couldn’t have wanted to fuck her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Aunt Agatha sitting there.
He tried to keep eye contact with Aunty when she spoke but obviously his eyes kept wandering from Aunt Agatha’s eyes to Karen’s sticky lips.
Thankfully before he exploded in his pants Karen’s mum came breezing into the kitchen and Karen’s leg snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately a clamshell.
Aunt Agatha was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the subject matter of which escaped him, as did the magazines title.
Luckily Mrs Sherlock’s arrival was timely as it meant he didn’t have to show just how little attention he had been paying to his Great Aunt.
(Part 03)
Aunt Agatha was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the subject matter of which escaped him, as did the magazines title as his gaze had been fixed on Karen’s busy fingers in her juicy hairless pussy.
Luckily Mrs Sherlock’s arrival was timely as it meant he didn’t have to show just how little attention he had been paying to his Great Aunt.
The four of them sat and had lunch together and all through lunchtime Mark was trying to figure out how he was going to get into Karen.
He sat there making polite conversation all through lunch while looking for a sure fire way he could manage to shag her.
The fact that her mother was sitting at the same table just made it all the more exciting.
They could have tried sneaking off to his study or they could have turned his garage into a house of pleasure but the most likely outcome was going to be going out in the car for some contrived reason and parking in the woods and shagging her senseless in the car.
He couldn’t wait until lunch was over he was finding it difficult to interact; having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.
As they were clearing away after lunch their filthy lustful prayers were answered as once she had settled Great Aunty Agatha upstairs for her afternoon nap Karen’s mum rang her dad to take her shopping in Abbottsford for the afternoon.
As soon as Mr Sherlock picked up his wife and the invalid was safely settled down Karen would be able to get the fucking she’d been begging for all day.
When Karen’s mum reappeared from settling her Aunty she asked Mark
“Are you ok? You seem a little distracted today”
“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” he lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night”
Well she had clearly noticed his distraction but he didn’t know if she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”
Mrs Sherlock was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife in fact, however the thought of a shopping trip must have dulled her senses.
The moment he heard the front door closed he went in search of his prey and as he approached the kitchen he suddenly caught sight of Cousin Karen sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked fingering her hairless pussy.
The nagging semi he had been nursing for hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Karen’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.
Karen wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.
(Part 04)
Karen wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.
“What’s going on here then?” he said as he quickly undressed,
She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.
He walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.
Karen was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed his swollen cock
“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking me, between kisses
“A window opened up” he replied “and I see that you have too”
“Shut up and fuck me” she purred and pulled his throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.
He hesitated, as he wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt.
But after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.
“I need your cock, now” she moaned
So he let her plug his cock into her hot creamy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which was after all what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
“Oh that’s it,” she moaned
She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.
As he pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans
“Oh Cuz, Cuz” she panted
Then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper, her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.
Because she was gripping him so firmly he could only give her short measured strokes, one after another and another until
“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she came to a shuddering climax and his instantly followed and then she kissed him.
“God Mark I really needed that” she sighed still gripping him like a vice.
“Are you satisfied now?” he panted
“If I say no will you fuck me again?”
“Yes” he replied
“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Karen said
“Then you’d better get your slutty arse into the study then nurse”
He ordered her and she ran down the hall naked and into the study as instructed.
Mark paused, but only to pick up all the clothes and then joined her.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (045) A Room with a View
(Part 01)
Claire Jarvis went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was the only child of well to do parents, who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired, except the one thing she craved most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.
Although Claire was the oldest of the four girls in her dorm she actually looked the youngest by some distance.
Despite the fact that she had breasts of a mature woman she had a baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very beautiful woman.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who like herself was a brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of herself and the friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes.
And as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls Claire found herself drawn most to Carole Bean.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies and when it came time to go home to the Vale they normally travelled together, however when the Easter holidays came around during their first year Carole went home for a week but Claire decided to stay in Roehampton.
When Claire woke up the day after the bank holiday she was feeling exceedingly horny, due in no small measure to a disturbed night full of very dirty erotic dreams.
So she started the day by satisfying herself with her finger and then she got out of bed and had a shower and washed and dried her beautiful brunette hair.
She then had a very productive morning with a creative writing piece which was basically just committing the contents of her dreams to paper which meant that by lunchtime she was horny again.
As she was alone in the flat she hadnt bothered with a bra, she was only wearing a sweater, jeans and pants, but as her arousal mounted her nipples were standing proud through her sweater.
It was a warm day and the flat was very stuffy so she had her window open and she opened the kitchen window and left the doors open inbetween which created a through draft, which may have contributed to her aroused nipples but it wasnt a draft that was causing what was going on in her knickers.
So she began caressing her swollen nipple through the fabric of her top and undid the button on her Jeans.
(Part 02)
Carole Bean decide to return to University sooner than intended as she had work to finish and there were too many distractions at home, She let herself into the flat and was about to call out when she hear the sound of sensual moaning.
She didn’t know who it was that was moaning or who was making them moan but it was making her hot so she put her bag down and carried on listening and with each soft sensual moan the burning heat inside kept on growing and decided to investigate.
She turned the corner and walked gingerly towards the source of the sweet sexual eminations and she could see the door to Claires room was partially open.
As Carole got closer to the open door the sounds were clearer and more distinct and she hear panting breaths and she got hotter and hotter.
She crept as close as possible to the door until she could see who was moaning sweetly and who was making them and the answer to both was Claire.
Carole was on fire as she looked through the partially open door where Claire was laying on her bed, her jeans and knickers had been pushed down her thighs and her hand was resting on her brown fur as her busy fingers pleasured her.
While her other hand cupped her breast and carressed herself through her sweater
Carole knew she should have walked away and respected her privacy, she would have hated to have been observed if their roles were reversed, so her head was screaming at her to leave but the volcano inside her over ruled her head and she started rubbing herself through her dress as she watched her young flatmate fingering her wet pussy.
It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and she was so hot, her hot juice had soaked her dress as she rubbed at her heat and then she gasped as she came in her pants.
Claire was startled by the sound of Carole’s orgasm and turned to see who it was, but when she saw it was Carole she just smiled.
She should have stopped instantly and covered her modesty but not only did she not stop her fingering but she carried on even more fervently because it was Carole who she had been dreaming about all night, it was thoughts of her that got her so horny and it was Carole she was thinking about while she lay on her bed and fingered her pussy.
“I’m sorry” Carole said and turned away but Claire could see the great wet patch on the front of her dress and said
“Don’t go”
and she reached out her hand and added
“Please”
Carole again had an internal battle between her head and her horniness and the latter won again as she found herself taking Claires hand.
Still holding her hand she knealt on the floor beside the bed and her eyes consumed every inch of Claires body like a child in a sweet shop not knowing which bon bon to eat first.
Claire watched her intently and was turned on aknew as she watched the hunger in her gaze and fingered herself furiously.
When their eyes finally met they both giggled and Carole kissed her horny friend and carressed her breast and as Claires hand slowly ascended Caroles thigh beneath her dress, Carole soaked her own fingers in Claires sensual sauce.
Allthough neither of them could come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
But after they graduated University they both ended up marry men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers, most of the time.
Claire Jarvis went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was the only child of well to do parents, who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired, except the one thing she craved most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.
Although Claire was the oldest of the four girls in her dorm she actually looked the youngest by some distance.
Despite the fact that she had breasts of a mature woman she had a baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very beautiful woman.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who like herself was a brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of herself and the friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes.
And as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls Claire found herself drawn most to Carole Bean.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies and when it came time to go home to the Vale they normally travelled together, however when the Easter holidays came around during their first year Carole went home for a week but Claire decided to stay in Roehampton.
When Claire woke up the day after the bank holiday she was feeling exceedingly horny, due in no small measure to a disturbed night full of very dirty erotic dreams.
So she started the day by satisfying herself with her finger and then she got out of bed and had a shower and washed and dried her beautiful brunette hair.
She then had a very productive morning with a creative writing piece which was basically just committing the contents of her dreams to paper which meant that by lunchtime she was horny again.
As she was alone in the flat she hadnt bothered with a bra, she was only wearing a sweater, jeans and pants, but as her arousal mounted her nipples were standing proud through her sweater.
It was a warm day and the flat was very stuffy so she had her window open and she opened the kitchen window and left the doors open inbetween which created a through draft, which may have contributed to her aroused nipples but it wasnt a draft that was causing what was going on in her knickers.
So she began caressing her swollen nipple through the fabric of her top and undid the button on her Jeans.
(Part 02)
Carole Bean decide to return to University sooner than intended as she had work to finish and there were too many distractions at home, She let herself into the flat and was about to call out when she hear the sound of sensual moaning.
She didn’t know who it was that was moaning or who was making them moan but it was making her hot so she put her bag down and carried on listening and with each soft sensual moan the burning heat inside kept on growing and decided to investigate.
She turned the corner and walked gingerly towards the source of the sweet sexual eminations and she could see the door to Claires room was partially open.
As Carole got closer to the open door the sounds were clearer and more distinct and she hear panting breaths and she got hotter and hotter.
She crept as close as possible to the door until she could see who was moaning sweetly and who was making them and the answer to both was Claire.
Carole was on fire as she looked through the partially open door where Claire was laying on her bed, her jeans and knickers had been pushed down her thighs and her hand was resting on her brown fur as her busy fingers pleasured her.
While her other hand cupped her breast and carressed herself through her sweater
Carole knew she should have walked away and respected her privacy, she would have hated to have been observed if their roles were reversed, so her head was screaming at her to leave but the volcano inside her over ruled her head and she started rubbing herself through her dress as she watched her young flatmate fingering her wet pussy.
It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and she was so hot, her hot juice had soaked her dress as she rubbed at her heat and then she gasped as she came in her pants.
Claire was startled by the sound of Carole’s orgasm and turned to see who it was, but when she saw it was Carole she just smiled.
She should have stopped instantly and covered her modesty but not only did she not stop her fingering but she carried on even more fervently because it was Carole who she had been dreaming about all night, it was thoughts of her that got her so horny and it was Carole she was thinking about while she lay on her bed and fingered her pussy.
“I’m sorry” Carole said and turned away but Claire could see the great wet patch on the front of her dress and said
“Don’t go”
and she reached out her hand and added
“Please”
Carole again had an internal battle between her head and her horniness and the latter won again as she found herself taking Claires hand.
Still holding her hand she knealt on the floor beside the bed and her eyes consumed every inch of Claires body like a child in a sweet shop not knowing which bon bon to eat first.
Claire watched her intently and was turned on aknew as she watched the hunger in her gaze and fingered herself furiously.
When their eyes finally met they both giggled and Carole kissed her horny friend and carressed her breast and as Claires hand slowly ascended Caroles thigh beneath her dress, Carole soaked her own fingers in Claires sensual sauce.
Allthough neither of them could come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
But after they graduated University they both ended up marry men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers, most of the time.
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