Choice Tales from the Vale – (310) Lust in the snow

 

Recent divorcee Russ Gardiner had just finished his shift in the Abbottsford CCTV centre at 2 o’clock, and after a little small talk with some colleagues, he left HQ at quarter past and his first thought was to get home to his bed at the end of a 12 hour shift, but that was before he remembered the empty house he would be going back to, so his mind turned to his brother’s earlier invitation to meet up for a beer, so he dumped his gear in the car and went off to meet his brother Alex for a much-needed beer, which was when he came across Linda.

It was when he was walking past the library, when he spotted a group of about a dozen noisy twenty somethings spilling out of a pub.

Among them were some familiar faces, Linda Williams, and his ex-wife Emily among them, who were sisters.

The group were about fifty yards ahead of him and they didn’t see him and as he was heading to a different part of town to them he didn’t try to close the distance, he didn’t particularly want to see his ex-wife anytime soon, if ever, but he would have liked to see her younger sister Linda again.

Suddenly she broke off from the main group and said something to her party, he couldn’t make out what, but it provoked some laughter, then as she headed towards the art gallery Russ clearly heard her call.

“I’ll catch you up”

Russ was curious to see where she was going as the path, she was on didn’t go anywhere other than the Art Gallery and the small courtyard in front of it.

He was a suspicious man by nature and having worked with the CCTV team for three years he was well aware of what people were capable of when they were in drink and as she’d been drinking she was acting imprudently and impetuously, but he was more concerned than curious in truth.

Because she had a head start on him she was out of sight by the time he set foot on the path, so he stepped up his pace and when he got to the end of the path and entered the courtyard, he was just in time to see Linda disappear behind the shrubbery.

Russ made his way hastily to the place he last saw her and peered through the shrubbery until he could see her, illuminated by the floodlights, as she undid her coat.

It was a cold night, and it was beginning to snow, and he couldn’t help noticing her nipples prodding through the fabric of her top, but what happened next however took him completely by surprise.

With her back flush against the façade she slid down the wall and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Linda then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her knickers aside revealing her curly whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which he had never seen before and he found it very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance achieved by the arcing jet and its duration, and when she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled and let out a long sigh.

She then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again, then Linda adjusted her pants, and walked towards where he was standing as the snow began to fall faster.

“That was very impressive,” Russ said

“Oh” she gasped “You made me jump”

“Sorry”

“Did you see?” She asked blushing

“Yes, I did” he said impressed

“Oh God I’m so embarrassed” she said covering her face

“Don’t be,” he said, “I really liked it”

“Emily always said you really deviant,” Linda said with a giggle

“I know” he said and kissed her

“She never was very adventurous sexually” he added as he pushed her gently backwards against a rather ugly piece of modern art and played with her nipples through the fabric of her top but she pulled her mouth away and said urgently

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” he asked

“Well yes” she replied “But we can’t do anything here”

“Don’t worry” he reassured her “there is no CCTV coverage here, it’s a blind spot”

“How do you know that?” she asked,
“Because I’m a deviant sex maniac,” he replied
“Oh fare enough” Linda said and kissed him again

He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt and inside her knickers and her whiskers were still wet against the back of his hand as he pulled her knickers aside and probed her gash, which creamed up instantly, she was very responsive.

Soon she was tuned, lubed and ready to go and couldn’t wait, almost the second his fingertips entered her cunny she was trying to extract his cock from his trousers.

Russ stopped fingering her pussy and aided her in the release of his throbbing dick.

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on this for five years” she said lustily the moment he had it free she gripped it tightly in her finger and pulled it towards her moist lips.

As soon as his tip was wet, he thrust the rest of it into her and she moaned in appreciation.

Linda was wrapped around him like a vine as he banged her against the statue with each ball wetting thrust.

And with each one he put into her she responded vocally and as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened so did her responses until finally, she screamed,

“Oh Russ” As he emptied his sac into her, and they stayed in that position, her wrapped around him, as she was pinned against the statue, as the snow settled on them, for about a minute panting hard until she said.

“I think I need to pee again now”

“Good, can I watch?” he asked

 

Russ walked her from the courtyard to the end of the path and kissed her goodnight safely in a blind spot and then she tottered off to re-join her group and he waited another five minutes before he emerged and headed the opposite way to find Alex.

But it wasn’t the last time they met in blissful union but the next time they got together was in the comfort of his own bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (309) It’s the Quiet Ones You Have to Watch

 

On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel, which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town was underway.

But some things stood the test of time regardless of changing fortunes and that was the Public Library.

 

The longest serving member of staff was Librarian, Julia Szaraz, who was the very epitome of her kind.

Her dark brown hair was pulled back severely into a bun arrangement, she wore heavy framed spectacles and dressed in various shades of black or grey, normally in a skirt with thick black tights and sensible shoes, and she dressed like that all year round, whatever the weather, the only variety being the addition of a black or grey cardigan, in the depths of winter.

Julia was thirty five years old and had worked at the library since she left school, she was a quiet studious person, very private and didn’t really socialise with the other staff, and she was widely expected to get the Chief Librarian position when it became available, that was however until outsider David Ryce was appointed to the position, and they took an immediate dislike to one another, Julia resented him for taking what she saw as her job, while he thought she was just dour and dowdy.

Despite what she thought David Ryce was supremely qualified for the position and was not afraid of putting the hours in to get the job done, and over the weeks that didn’t go unnoticed by Julia, who was also known to work late.

 

On one Friday night he had been in his office and completely lost track of time and when he realized the lateness of the hour, he promptly shut his computer down and prepared to leave.

As it was late the cleaners had been and gone and they had turned the lights off behind them, so it was quite dark as he walked along the corridor between the book stacks.

As it was getting late he decided to get a takeaway on his way home and was having an internal discussion as to which cuisine to choose as he scanned the menu’s on his phone, and then he was knocked off his feet by a figure in the darkness and finished up prone on the ground and his assailant ended up laying on top of him, using his phone as a torch he shone it in the persons face and was surprised to see it was Julia Szaraz, but not quite as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue, quite expertly, and in that instant of insertion he suddenly viewed her in a different light while appreciating the high degree of skill in her tongues application.

He had always viewed Julia as rather plain, and on the skinny side of slim, and her mode of dress was very unappealing.

She was often referred to behind her back by her colleagues as Jules the prude or the virgin Goth, so to find her on top of him and have her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue, and in his opinion she was a damn good kisser, was to say the least out of the norm.

David certainly wasn’t expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his semi erect member through the opening.

Although it didn’t stay semi for long, because the moment the beast was free of its confines, she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first member she'd had her lips around.
“Jules the Prude gives great head” he said to himself before saying out loud

“Oh Miss Szaraz”

As she worked on him, he mused about still waters running deep, or more precisely, running deep throat.

It was at that moment that she stopped suddenly, startled by a noise, real or imagined, and she quickly stood up and he noticed from his prone position that one of her sensible shoes was missing. 

Her absent Brogue had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.

Julia backed into the recess between the shelves and he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.

As they stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was quick and shallow.

After a minute or so, and satisfied that no one was in the building her lips returned to his and her hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly, while he fumbled inside her blouse and unhooked her bra, and once that was achieved his hands quickly moved to her small tits surmounted by stiffened nipples, as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.

As her kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more frantic, he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.

He yanked down her thick black tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the satin and lace of her knickers quickly followed suit.

Once both tights and pants were at knee height Julie accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.

David then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her cheek, she had a nice arse, soft and squeezable but he soon worked his way teasingly to her generous thicket and then slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

He instantly thought how wrong her colleagues were about her being a dried-up virgin, at that precise moment they were certainly a long way from the truth.

She was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose, and although still gripping his tool in one hand Julie used her other one to undo his trouser button and yank down his slacks and bare his arse.

David removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the bookshelf behind her and her narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the gap between some dusty tomes, but she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

“Are you going to take me, like you took my job?” she asked

“Without a second thought for my feelings?”

“Yes, to the first one” he said truthfully “Very definitely no to the second”

“That’s good enough” she said and opened up for him and he slid into her and when he entered there was no resistance and the way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, David knew she had received others before him, so he went at her greedily, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she was growling out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.

As he pumped her harder these turned to guttural groans, and as her pleasure heightened they grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch, onward and onward, frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed, and a moment later he shot into her.

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

 

They redressed quickly in the dark, although he suspected Julie went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said

“Oh yes, I think we can” he replied then he walked her to door, and they exchanged a long liquid kiss as they parted.

 

As he completed his journey home, he thought to himself how funny life could be, who would have thought that a plain, dour, and dowdy, skinny young woman could be such a pleasurable fuck.

It just goes to show that it’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (308) A Yellow Pages Beginning

 

It happened during one special Summer Holiday on Teardrop Lake in 1976 when David Trott was 16 years old and staying at his Aunties Cottage.

The view of the lake from the cottage was spectacular, the lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point, but it was beautiful and relatively unspoilt, not that David noticed the scenery because that summer he seemed to have a continual hard on, even more than usual, and that was because of his cousins Lisa and Beth Sindall, who were blonde, busty and very sexy.

Lisa was the same age as David and Beth was 18 months older and was more experienced sexually although Lisa wasn’t far behind her, albeit she was still a virgin.

The girls shared a bedroom and Beth had noticed that her sister was a bit short tempered and irritable, she knew it wasn’t her period because that had been the week before.

“What’s the matter with you today?” Beth asked

“Horny” Lisa snapped

“Do a Yellow Pages then” she suggested

“What?”

“Let your fingers do the walking” Beth explained

“I have” Lisa said “Three times”

“Oh dear” Beth said and laughed “You’d better try something from my toy box then”

Her “Toy Box” consisted of an assortment of dildoes and vibrators and as Beth left the room Lisa had already opened the draw where the toy box resided.

Beth smiled as she went down the stairs but then she saw Cousin David coming the other way wearing swimming trunks and she had a thought

“Maybe a toy won’t be necessary”

“Hello David” she said seductively

 “Oh Hhhhello” he stammered

“Lisa was looking for you” she said

“Rrrrreally” he retorted

“Yes, she’s upstairs, in our bedroom” Beth said, and David gulped 

“Go up and see her now” she suggested

“Ohhh kkkay” he stammered and walked past Beth, who then followed on behind

“Go on in” Beth urged when he reached the door “She won’t bite”

So he turned the knob and slowly opened the door and discovered Lisa half naked on her bed and pleasuring her pussy with a pink dildo, a scene which David could not draw his gaze from, so he stood outside the door spying on her through the partly open door and he got a huge erection as he watched.

Lisa discovered that she had an audience when Beth pushed David into the room, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion Lisa just carried on, and the fact that she had an audience just made her hotter.

“God this is so horny” David gasped

“I think David’s going to cum in his pants” Beth said

“Oh no he’s not” Lisa barked “He’s coming in me”

So, she invited David to join her in her bed in a clumsy, sweaty, panting mutual debut.

The sweaty union was oft repeated during that holiday but that was all it was for Lisa, sweaty sex.

It wasn’t until the end of the summer when David and Beth made love for the first of many times.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (307) Strange Bedfellows

 

It was a few minutes after seven when Jack White was handed the key for room 12 at the Lamb and Flag and as the rather gruff receptionist returned to the bar a small figure entered through the street door dripping wet from the heavy rain and stopped dead when she caught sight of him.

“Jack White” she said coldly, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m staying here” he replied

“Oh great” she snapped

 

Neither of them were happy to be there, and the only reason they were was because the heavy rain and the resulting flooding had closed the railway, but more than that they were unhappy because they didn’t like each other.

 

They took consolation in their impromptu meeting and incarceration by overindulging at the bar and with each subsequent drink they found that their companions began to look more attractive and their companionship less onerous, so it was perhaps not surprising that they ended up in her room.

 

It was a funny old life, he thought, as he looked down at Suzy’s naked body as she wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he fucked her to that perfect point of climax, and when they came together, and she screamed.

 

The next day, although he was physically a spent force, his mind was awash with erotic images of his time with Suzy Ford, or perhaps that should have been the times with Miss Ford.

So, on the way to the station he called into the newsagents and picked up an energy drink to sustain him on the journey home.

Although they walked to the station together he and Suzy were getting separate trains as they lived in opposite directions and once they had bought their tickets they both went their separate ways with just a cheerio, as they had said a proper good bye back at the hotel. 

 

Although the station was open, and trains were running there was a greatly reduced service due to the previous day’s cancellations, which resulted in a rather lengthy wait on the platform.

He noticed Suzy didn’t have to wait long for her train and when she saw him she gave him a wave from her carriage.

 

After what Suzy had put him through, he knew the motion of the train would very quickly lull him off into a coma, and he only lasted about ten minutes before the long blinks set in, which quickly led to sleep.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (306) Winter Warming

 

Pepperstock Hills National Park stretched from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracted a variety of visitors.

The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where Chris Beardswell was spending the weekend in a bed and breakfast.

 

It was on a bitter cold winter day and Chris was tucked up cosily in bed when he was disturbed by a knock at the door.

He put on his dressing gown and opened the door to find local girl Karen Cherry standing there.

“Hello…” he began but before he could say more she had pushed him inside and closed the door, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him and the moment their lips met she redeployed her hands to make inroads into his dressing gown and immediately made contact with his swelling cock.

Chris used one of his hands to unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Karen obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away he was able to see her small breasts encased behind black lace, then he repeated the operation with the other sleeve and the dress fell away to the floor and she used her tiny feet to kick it away.

Chris glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of cute little arse as she stood before him in just her underclothes and tights.

He unhooked her bra, but he didn’t wait to discard the garment it his hands moved straight to the prizes and cupped them and toyed with her stiffening nipples.

Their mouths disengaged briefly, and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness, and then they kissed again as he slid his hands down inside her tights and knickers to fondle the flesh of her plump cheeks.

It took little or no effort to roll her tights down her buttocks to the top of her thighs, and then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankle and began peeling her tights from her legs.

When she was naked he gave her a thorough appraisal, as he slipped out of his dressing gown, his eyes hungrily consuming every inch of her, from the stiffened nipples on her pert tits via her flat stomach to her gloriously mousy bush.

He dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to his goal.

As he proceeded upward along her thigh he could smell her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Karen laying there with her eyes closed, biting her lip and as she opened wide for him he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her.

 

Once he had satisfied both Karen and his animal appetite, he began kissing his way up her young body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, stopping when he reached her breasts where he sucked on her little teats while he fingered her heat with two fingers, Karen moaned deliciously as he frigged her, and she barked like a seal as she came, and he raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.

Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva. he put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him, so he could kiss her.

Despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.

Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.

Chris was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him, with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.

She spread her legs wide and the juicy target was at the perfect height to receive him and she sucked in air through her teeth as he penetrated her, and Karen’s skinny legs wrapped around him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (305) The Dirty Double

 

Sebastian Smethwick had always had good luck with women but on the evening of the End of Summer Ball he was doubly lucky because he was in the company of a pair of regular sexual companions, who were his fuck buddies and dirty lusty bedfellows.

When they arrived at his house they let themselves in, and found him recumbent on the sofa, so after the hello’s they slipped off their coats and they were both wearing silk and lace lingerie, the redheaded Ruby wore green, while the dusky Bella was contained in pale yellow, there was one similarity between their panties however, both pairs bore a distinctive dark patch, the size and shape of a two-pound coin.

Once they were down to their underwear they walked seductively to their positions on either side of his position.

Ruby instantly went for the prize and began to play with his cock, which was fully aroused while Bella, who had shed her bra, dangled her tits in his face and let him suck on one of her teats, then she withdrew it and let him suck the other, and when they were both misshaped and covered in saliva she joined her friend who took his cock in her mouth.

By the time they were ready to undress Sebastian noticed the dark patches on their panties had spread considerably.

The two posh girls then did rock, paper, scissors to determine who went first and so while Ruby lowered her hot ginger pussy onto his waiting cock Bella’s dark juicy treasure settled on his face.

 

After Ruby and Bella had completely satisfied themselves they released their captive who then pulled them onto the sofa for a cuddle.

“We haven’t got time for snuggles” Ruby said “We’ll be late for the party”

“Do we have to go?” he asked pathetically  

“Yes, we do” insisted Bella “So hurry up and get dressed”

“I don’t think I’ll bother” Seb said disinterestedly

“Oh please” they begged

“Ok, on one condition”

“Anything” they chorused

“You have to wear each other’s wet knickers” he said

“But our knickers match our bras” Ruby said

“And we can’t swap bra’s as we have different shaped titties” Bella pointed out

“Don’t wear the bras then” he said

“So, you want me to go out to the party without a bra and wearing her wet knickers?” Ruby stated

“Yes”

“You dirty, dirty boy” Ruby replied and snatched the wet yellow lingerie out of Bella’s hand, who then bent down and picked up the green pair and examined them.

“These are even wetter than mine” she said and giggled as she pulled them up.

“I feel really dirty” Ruby said as she pulled the yellow panties up to cover her ginger bush, but she had a filthy leer on her face.

“You’ll feel even dirtier on the way back” Sebastian said

“Why?” they asked simultaneously

“Because you won’t be wearing any at all” he said

“Lovely” they both said and laughed dirtily

Choice Tales from the Vale – (304) Wedding Eve

 

Aidan and Keira were engaged for three years when they broke up, but the moment it happened he for one knew he had made a terrible mistake, but he didn’t know what to do about it, or he was too proud to admit his error until his sisters Helen’s wedding.

Helen and Keira had been friends for several years before Aidan and Keira became an item, so it was a given that she would be a bridesmaid even if there might be some possible awkwardness.

 

The wedding and the reception was taking place at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and on the day before the wedding all the ladies of the wedding party had a full day’s beauty treatments, facials, manicures, pedicures, waxing etc, the whole nine yards and afterwards they got their hair done.

So, when the giggling overexcited and slightly tipsy wedding party arrived at the restaurant that evening they had been coiffured, waxed, buffed, threaded, tweezed, perfumed, painted, powdered and preened.  

 

During the wedding party dinner more, alcohol was partaken and

Aidan and Keira began to flirt as the old flame was rekindled and by the end of the evening they were holding hands under the table.

 

After the meal they walked back to their floor together hand in hand and on the way, they kissed

“So, what does this mean?” he asked when their lips parted

“It means I want you back” She replied “I want you to take me back”

“I want that too” he said

After the reuniting kiss they walked hand in hand to the door of his room where they kissed again, and Aidan unlocked the door and pushed it open, but Keira paused in the doorway.

“Before we go any further I have a confession to make” she said

“I only had my legs waxed”

“Are you sure you didn’t wax anything else?”

“Well there’s one certain way to find out” she said and undid her trousers

“I don’t mind if I do” he said and slipped his hand into her knickers.

“Beautiful” he said as his hand examined her lush hairy bush

“There was no way I was going to wax my crack, I know how much you like my hairy minge”

She said “and I haven’t trimmed a single pube since you last touched it”

“I love it” he said

“I’ve missed you touching it” she said “and you were the last one to touch it”

“Then I suggest you get in my bedroom quick, so I can bury my face in it” he said

“Thank God” she said “I’ve miss you noshing me too”

“You do realise though that you’re not going to get any sleep tonight” he pointed out

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and removed her trousers and knickers in the corridor outside his room, so he could have a good look at the prize before she skipped into the room giggling.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (303) Rag Race Day

 

Harry Price was a second-year student at Abbottsford University and he shared a house with three others, his friend Phil, his girlfriend Kelly and her friend Charli, who Harry had fancied from the moment he saw her, but he got a vibe from her that he would be wasting his time, so he didn’t even try, but it didn’t stop him wanting her for the six months they shared a house together.

But the one day he returned home from a lecture to find Charli squatting over sink, tights and knickers around her knees and skirt hoisted up around her middle, her thick ginger bush clearly visible to him, as she released a jet of piss against the stainless steel.
Naturally such a sight gave him a serious hard on and Charli dealt with his erection by giving him a toe curling blow job on the kitchen floor and afterwards she said

“You would have got more than a blow job, if I didn’t have the cotton mouse up there”

“Really?

“Yes, and when my visitor has gone I’m going to let you fuck my brains out”

She said as she slowly pulled up her drawers over her ginger thatch

“I can’t wait for that” he said as he watched her pull her tights up

“How about after the rag race party?” she asked

 

Naturally the time between the kitchen blow job and the rag race hung heavy for him even though it was only two days.

He was participating in the rag race, which was in essence a pub crawl in fancy dress.

Harry and his mates were doing it dressed as Bananas, but as he was on a promise he held back on the drinking, so he wouldn’t be out of it come the big night.

 

The rag race party was being held in the Student Union Bar and function rooms, Harry went home first and got cleaned up and changed, he had hoped to find Charli back at the house so he could just fuck her without all the effort of going to a party first but there was no sign of her, apart from a note from her pushed under his door, which read.

“Elvis has left the building, can’t wait for the next visitor, see you at the party”

Harry smiled because its meaning was plain, Elvis was code for her cotton mouse, and the next visitor was his cock, so he left for the party.  

Rag Race was a big deal on campus, so it attracted a lot of people, most of them already pissed, and there were hundreds of students in attendance, so it took him an hour to track Charli down in the crowd and when he did he found her on the dance floor.

Charli Hope was wearing a baggy blue wool sweater which disguised her shape well, but he knew where all the lumps and bumps were, and the legging showed her lower curves deliciously well.

“There you are” she said “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming”

“I’ve been here an hour” he said

“I’m glad you’re here” she said and kissed his cheek “I have a promise to keep”

“I’m glad you remembered” he said “I’ve thought of little else”

“Oh, I remember, and it’s all I’ve thought about as well” she said and kissed his mouth “We’ll go back to my room after the party and you can fuck my brains out”

Charli smiled and kissed him, and he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and Charli warmed to this action and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.

“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply

“But you were enjoying it too” he pointed out

“That’s not the point” she said, “I said later, we’ve waited six months so another couple of hours won’t hurt”

“We could do it now and later” he said nibbling her ear and manoeuvring her into a dark corner and sliding his right hand to her plump buttock before migrating around and settling on her inner thigh before trekking north, but she clamped her thighs together.

His mouth was still on her ear and she was mumbling half-hearted protests, then she released her grip on his hand for a split second and his hand passed her upper thigh, but she clamped shut again.   

A minute later she released her grip again, briefly, and his hand had reached its goal.

She opened her thighs once more as his finger found the moist patch of fabric.

He paused his nibbling and saw that Charli was biting her lip as his digit had found her sweet spot and the moist patch on her leggings, and by extension her underwear as well, was growing by the second.

Charli continued to bite her lip and Harry carried on stroking and creaming her leggings when all of a sudden, she pushed his hand away.

“You bastard” she said and kissed him hotly and wetly

“Now I can’t wait, now I’ve got to have you right now”

The question was where? He hadn’t thought that far ahead, and she had no contingency as she planned to have him back at the house in her room.

They were familiar enough with the Union to know roughly where any potential shagging sights might be, but it was so crowded none of them were viable, so they had to go further afield and found themselves in the basement of the admin block, but even that wasn’t totally safe, but in the end, they settled on the service lift.

There was an outer door and an internal door and once they were closed Harry locked them, and then turned the key on the panel to prevent the lift from going anywhere.

In the middle of the lift was a pallet of photocopier paper so Harry sat her tidy little arse on the stack of boxes and resumed his earlier fingering while Charli unzipped his fly and liberated his cock, and as he was stroking her creamy pussy through her clothes her busy little fingers roughly tugged on his shaft.

But after a minute of two of this frenetic fondling Charli let go and rolled over onto her front, which left him to conclude that she wanted him to take her from behind and she wanted it there and then.

Charli confirmed his suspicions when she pulled her sweater clear of her arse.

He quickly got his fingers inside the waistband of her leggings and pulled them off her buttocks and slowly returned for her knickers.

“I can’t wait Harry” she pleaded “yank them off and do me now”

So, he slipped his fingers inside the waist of her wet knickers and yanked the lacy panties off her cheeks and down her thighs and exposed her moist cunny before he grasped her hips and thrust his stiff shaft between her eager sticky lips.

Charli turned her head and gave him a smile and rose up onto her elbows and was emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations for the duration of the dirty primal coupling until she went rigid before him and screamed before she collapsed forward, totally and literally shagged.

“You’re still coming back to my room tonight” she panted 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (302) Rag Week

 

Harry Price was a second-year student at Abbottsford University and he shared a house with three others, his friend Phil, his girlfriend Kelly and her friend Charli, who Harry had fancied from the moment he saw her, but he got a vibe from her that he would be wasting his time, so he didn’t even try, but it didn’t stop him wanting her for the six months they shared a house together.

One day he returned home from a lecture to hear the tell-tale sound of Kelly and Phil going at it in the bathroom, so he smiled, took his coat off and walked into the kitchen, and no sooner had stepped inside and flicked the kettle on, than he spotted Charli squatting over sink, tights and knickers around her knees and skirt hoisted up around her middle, her thick ginger bush clearly visible to him, as she released a jet of piss against the stainless steel.
“Sorry” he said without averting his gaze “I didn’t mean to interrupt” “No, I’m sorry” she said “But I was desperate, and that horny pair got to the bathroom first”

“Yes, I heard them in action as I came in”
“Can you pass me some kitchen roll?” she asked, so he passed it to her and then he stood transfixed as she wiped herself and she was smiling at him he looked on

“Are you enjoying the show?” she asked

“I am” he replied, and she blushed a little and then said,

“Come closer”

As he walked towards her she manoeuvred herself off the sink to face him and he couldn’t help noticing her tights and knickers were still around her knees and her dress was still hoicked up and her ginger minge was still very much on display.
Charli smiled as she noticed where his gaze had fallen and tucked the front of the skirt in the waistband to make sure her bush remained visible, and then she kissed him as her hand found the bulge in his jeans.

“How did this happen?” she said as she caressed the lump in his trousers “I didn’t even think you fancied me, but I seem to have made your cock hard”

She stared at him and smiled as she stroked the bulge and then kissed him again as she released his cock and he wondered what made her think he didn’t fancy her.
He was still pondering that question when she suddenly squatted down in front of him and Harry closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him, but then he began to feel delicate, soft and gently kisses on his sensitive bell and her tongue flicked around his helmet giving quick feather light licks, until that sublime moment when all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Charli’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly as he looked down and could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him as her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft.

“Oh” he gasped when he was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that he could hear, that she had already decided that she wasn’t going to stop, so with one hand on the back of her head, his fingers threaded amongst the thick curly red hair, and the other caressing her bulging cheek, he let her have her way.

Charli’s fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him furiously and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock and she was snorting through her nose as her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.

“Oh Charli” he called as his buttocks clenched tight, he was so close now and Charli could sense it and was spurred on and she was going at him like a dirty ginger demon, and then the joyous moment came while his hands were pulling her head onto him and he shot, and her eager mouth sucked him dry.

Charli was still grasping him and sucking and licking at the last of his seed, before her lips smacked one last time as her mouth released his saliva-soaked cock.

“Was that ok?” She asked and kissed his helmet before standing up

“Oh yes Charli” he said and kissed her forehead

“Whatever made you think I didn’t fancy you?”

“Well we’ve been here for six months and you haven’t once tried anything” she said

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t want to” he said “I can’t tell you how many times I wanted steal a kiss”

“I wish you had” she said

“But I never imaged anything like this”

“You would have got more than a blow job, if I didn’t have the cotton mouse up there” she said absentmindedly stroking his cock

“Really?”

“Yes, and when my visitor has gone I’m going to let you fuck my brains out”

She said as she slowly pulled up her drawers over her ginger thatch

“I can’t wait for that” he said as he watched her pull her tights up

“How about after the rag race party?” she asked

“Well that would be appropriate” he agreed

“Why appropriate?” she asked with a frown

“Well it will be after the rag” he explained

Choice Tales from the Vale – (301) Doctor, Doctor

 

19 year old Owen Hale was staying in the spare room of his Uncle Johns house in Childean for a few weeks, while he recovered from a broken ankle, as his parents were in Australia.

Also in the house was his Aunty Trish and his 17 year old twin cousins Kelly and Tasha.

He liked his Uncle and Aunt but his cousins were sex pests and had been trying it on with him since they were thirteen but he’d always brushed off their advances but for the first time ever they had an advantage over him.

 

He was woken early by the front door slamming, which he discovered later was his Uncle and Aunt leaving for the Supermarket, then he drifted off to sleep again.

The next time he woke his cousins Kelly and Tasha where standing either side of his bed wearing white doctor’s coats.

“What are you doing here?” he asked

“We came to check on you” Tasha replied and the girls turned to each other and smiled

“And why are you dressed as Doctors?”

“Because we are here to examine you of course” Kelly replied and the two of them giggled then Tasha said

“Firstly we’ll check your blood pressure”

“How are you going to do that?” he replied hesitantly, knowing he was outmatched, and she put her hand under the duvet and pulled his flaccid cock out through the opening of his pyjamas

“Oh dear it’s very low Doctor” Tasha said 

“I don’t think that’s the way you check blood pressure” he protested

“We are highly trained and use cutting edge techniques” Kelly said as Tasha played with his awakening tool, and his resistance was fading fast.

“Are you sure you’re proper Doctors, you appear to have forgotten your knickers?” he asked as he put his hand up Kelly’s skirt, but got no answer

“His pressure is improving now Doctor” Kelly said professionally

“Very well” Tasha replied and threw back the duvet and went down on his fully aroused cock.

He was going to protest but the moment Tasha had all off him in her mouth, Kelly thrust her tongue in his so all he could do was enjoy it as he fondled each knicker-less Doctor until Tasha sucked him dry.

 

After that day the dirty Doctor’s attended to him every time the opportunity presented itself until his parents returned from the antipodes and took him home, but once his ankle had fully healed he received more vigorous examinations.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (300) Healing

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park and Divorcee District  Nurse Caroline Collins was on a routine house call to visit one of her private patients in his luxurious house, in the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill.

But if it was meant to be routine it didn’t remain so for long as passions over took them, resulting in them making love on his sofa and it was as he began to withdraw from her cunny that she begged

“No don’t take it out yet, it’s been so long since I had a man inside me, leave it in me a while longer Mr. Clarke”

So, he obliged, and they just lay entwined for an indeterminate time and then she allowed him to pull out.

“How long?” he asked

“What?”

“You said, “It’s been so long since I had a man inside me” so how long?”

“2 years” she replied

“What ever since your divorce?”

“Yes”

“Wow”

Then she suddenly sat up and knelt in front of him and kissed him.

“I was worried it was going to heal up” she said as she stroked his cock “We’d better make sure”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (299) Routine

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

Dr Gabriella Reynolds was on a routine house call to visit one of her private patients in his luxurious house, in the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill.

But if it was meant to be routine it didn’t remain so for long as passions over took them resulting in them making love on his sofa.

“I could be struck off,” Gaby said as she lay on the sofa, the front of her skirt pulled down to cover her modesty and her fanny,

The open sided of her blouse were lying loosely over her breasts, her bra resting under her chin and bizarrely her tights and knickers were still in a tangle around one ankle

Graham was sat on a regency striped chair, mostly naked, his trousers and pants still around his ankles which didn’t seem at all bizarre to him.

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

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

“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” he offered

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

There was silence for a few moments, and then he said

“Well you have a choice as far as I can see”

“What’s that?”

“You can either get yourself dressed and leave with a guilty conscience or you make yourself comfortable upstairs in my bed and I will join you shortly” he explained “what’s it going to be?”

“Which room is it?”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (298) Extreme Flirting

 

Kai met Bonnie at a BBQ at his brother’s house and he fancied her instantly, but she was a stunner, so he dismissed any notion of getting off with her and hit the lagers instead.

It wasn’t until late on into the evening before she appeared on his radar again when his brother suggested he make sure she got home safely as she lived in the same block of flats as he did.

They were both quite pissed, but they didn’t have far to go if they cut through the park, so that’s the way they went, but they had only got half way before they stopped in order that Bonnie spend a penny, although she didn’t actually say that, the way she put it was

“Hang on babe I need to piss”

When she came out of the bushes she waddled in his direction owing to the fact that she had her shorts around her ankles, which he took as extreme flirtation, so he walked towards her and kissed her and slipped his hand into her knickers.

 

Kai was still stroking her creamy pussy when she broke away from the kiss.

“I only wanted you to pull my shorts up” she said as she pulled his cock out and tugged roughly on it.

After a minute of two of this frenetic fondling Bonnie waddled to the nearby bench and bent over it, with her back to him, which left him to conclude that Bonnie wanted him to take her from behind, so he positioned himself behind her and dropped his trousers and got his fingers under the waistband of her knickers and prepared to pull them off her buttocks.

“No leave my knickers on babe” she pleaded “go up my knicker leg, I love that, it’s really dirty”

So, Kai duly obliged and fucked her up the leg of her pants over the park bench. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (297) Silk Woods

 

It was a cold misty evening in Downshire, after an evening in a quiet country pub, Ryan and Molly stopped on a remote dirt road in the woods on the way for a quickie which was for their mutual benefit, and as soon as she pulled up they got into the back of the car.

 

After the act and a short cuddle in the afterglow they returned to the front with Molly in the driving seat again.

Before they set off she turned to him, smiled and kissed him and he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips and Molly warmed to this and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.

“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply

“But you were enjoying it too” he pointed out

“That’s not the point, it’s too late” Kevin will wonder where I’ve got to.

“It’s never too late” he said nibbling her ear, not caring if her husband was waiting for her or not, and simultaneously sliding his right hand along her stockinged thigh seeking out the soft flesh above.

She clamped her thighs together and pushed down on the accelerator, but this was not easily done, and she was finding it difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well as keeping her thighs tightly closed.

She released her grip on his hand for a split second and the car inched forward and his hand passed her stocking top, so she clamped again.   

She released her grip again, briefly, the car inched forward once again, and his hand was inside her silk panties.

She opened her thighs and depressed the accelerator and they trundled forward as his finger parted her lips.

The car was making some little progress and Molly was biting her lip, though not in concentration, he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers.

She carried on driving and biting her lip and he carried on stroking and creaming her lips and then all of a sudden, she stopped the car again.

“You bastard” she said and kissed him while she unzipped his fly.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (296) Teacher’s Pet

 

Alan Kitson sat in the kitchen of his home drinking coffee when he heard the back door open and his Deputy Head, Amanda Clark, appeared wearing an overcoat.

“Hello headmaster” she said “I have detention for a uniform violation”

“Oh dear” he responded as she closed the door and then she unbuttoned her overcoat and let it slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor.

And to his complete and utter delight Amanda stood before him in his kitchen wearing only her daughters school Blazer, her school tie around her neck, long socks and high heels.

“God that outfit makes me so hard” he said

“Oh headmaster” she lisped “What should I do to fix it?”

“It doesn’t need fixing it looks perfect to me the way it is right now” he said

“Then you had better have me right now” Amanda retorted and then she unbuttoned the Blazer and let it slip off her shoulders and onto the floor to land on top of her overcoat.

He instantly appraised her standing before him naked, except for the school tie around her neck, and on her fine legs were the dark blue school socks that reached above her knees, but his eyes were obviously drawn to her neatly manicured pubic triangle

“Wow” he said, and she suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and threw herself at him, and her mouth sought out his and they kissed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (295) Leona Long Stocking

 

In his mind’s eye he saw Leona standing before him in her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties as well as black stockings on her lovely long legs, and it really turned him on.

He didn’t know what it was, the black attire, or the fact that she was so prim and proper, in fact she was the epitome of straight laced, whatever it was, it was doing it for him.

Or maybe it was because they were in church, the church where she was the verger, or because they were attending a funeral, but he knew he wanted her, and when he watched her get in the funeral car and she flashed the slightest hint of stocking top it made his cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.

He had known her for a long time and he had never once looked at her in that way, but he was looking now and he liked what he saw.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (294) Mother’s Day

 

The village of Brocklington was on the River Brooke about six miles downstream from Sharping St Mary in the Finchbottom Vale which was nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.

The Vale was once a great wetland that centuries earlier stretched from Mornington in the East to Childean in the west and from Shallowfield in the south to Purplemere in the north.

But over the many centuries the vast majority had been drained for agriculture, a feat achieved largely by the efforts of famous Mornington Mills, of which only three had survived to the present day and even those were no longer functional and were in various states of repair.  

There were only three small bodies of water left in the Vale now one in Mornington, one in Childean and third of course was Purplemere.

 

One of the newest inhabitants of Brocklington was a Purplemere native, Sean Coates, who had moved to the village to live with his girlfriend Ruth, and they lived there very happily for two years before disaster struck when their cottage was flooded, and they had to move in with her parents, Bob and Simone, who lived in a big house on the other side of the village.

This was not in itself too onerous, they had a lovely spacious home and they had more than enough room to accommodate them while the repairs were going on at the cottage, the problem Sean had was with Simone.

He had always thought her to be a very attractive woman, cultured, elegant, graceful, slim, slender and always immaculately dressed, and he very much admired how a woman in her late forties could still look so beautiful.

However, when they were living under the same roof he saw her in a very different light, in her own domestic environment she was more casual and even at times underdressed and Sean had spied her in varying degrees of undress and had intimate glimpses of her which had turned his admiration into lust.

It was appropriately, or possible inappropriately, on the night of Mothering Sunday when his lustful admiration came to a head.

 

Ruth had retired early with a migraine, Simone was in the master bedroom watching TV, Bob was drinking in his study and Sean had gone for a shower.

He selected the main bathroom on the upstairs landing as Simone was known to walk around upstairs in her nightdress and he was hoping that very much, that night would be one of them.

 

When he was finished he dried himself thoroughly and had just wrapped a towel around his naked lower half when he heard her bedroom door open and while he waited for her to cross the landing the anticipation had made him quite hard.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of course, he had had several voyeuristic encounters with her in the weeks he had lived there, but whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.

He was listening intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he could hear her along the landing he opened the door and found he had timed it to perfection as Simone was right there wearing a black one-piece teddie.

“Hello Simone” he said wearing only a towel.

“Oh Sean” she responded, and her eyes went straight to his bulge.

“I’m glad I bumped into you,” he said

“Me too” she said and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her silk clad figure, she pushed him back in the bathroom and closed the door and locked it.

Once that was done she quickly took the initiative and pulled down the front of her teddie and uncovered her beautiful tits, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock. 

This was a surprising turn of events, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting in a way he hadn’t even dreamt of and he had no intention of preventing her. 

So, he feasted his eyes on her two beautiful breasts on full display, which she made no move to cover up.

“So, what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him before she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her silk teddie.

“Everything” she replied and took hold of his cock again.

“Are you sure?” Sean asked her

“Oh yes” she replied and kissed him.

“Bob will wonder where you are,” he said feebly but she ignored him and kissed him again, so he couldn’t speak again.

The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.

It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her round buttocks until she pushed him backwards, so he had to sit down on the toilet.

Simone was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils snorting in air.

His hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect, but he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property, so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.

At the moment her arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly, and she gave him a leery smile and locked onto him again.

Sean now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast, and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.

Having fondled her plump tit for a few minutes, which was nice, but he wanted more.

Wrapping her arms around him, Simone stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck, so he stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the tidy triangle of hair.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many.

He stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; and her thigh’s closed on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.

But before he had time to consider his next move Simone was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her teddie, she climbed into the shower cubicle and bent over on in front of him.

Her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze and she turned and looked over her shoulder at him wide-eyed and expectant.

Sean was sure she would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her teddie that she wasn’t biting on obscured her mouth.

Sean stood up and approached her but because he was six feet six she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately, so he reached his left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.

She was breathing hard through her nose in quick short snorts as he lifted her skinny frame off the ground.

Bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and she moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.

He continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle, but Simone obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground, so she planted them firmly on the sill, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall until they grasped the shower head, and this gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him.

Simone began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on him and her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.

She was pumping up and down so fast that the shower head came away in her hand, but without breaking rhythm she dropped it in the shower with a thump and grabbed the remaining fitting instead.

Simone was truly relishing her task as she pumped down on him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.

Sean could feel himself on the threshold and he suspected that she was almost there too, as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long-muffled moan as she went rigid and came hard as he finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes; him stood like an American quarter back preparing to receive the ball and Simone squatting down on him.

Both of them were breathing hard and sweating in the warm steamy air.

Simone was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.

“God, I love Mother’s Day” she panted.

“Me too” Sean said as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

They sat down for a while, gathering themselves, then Simone put her black silk teddie back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before he got wrapped the towel around him again

They shared a soft and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she slipped out.

He went in the opposite direction and had a second shower in the en suite to wash the smell of lust off him before he got into bed with Ruth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (293) Keep it in the Family

 

Sharpington-by-Sea is a traditional seaside resort complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, the Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as Sharpington Fun Park which was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, all very tame compared to 21st century roller coasters, but still fun.

It was also a popular resort for retirees and boasted a number of static caravan parks but there were also more adult pursuits to be had and James Staley was the owner and manager of the Tainted Angel club which catered for the more seedier tastes.

 

It may have been an unsavoury business, but James was very successful at it, but he worked long hours.

He had been married to his long-suffering wife Lianne for ten years and they were happy, but she desperately wanted a child, and because of his success at the club there was no need for her to work so as a result she was bored.

So, she compensated by drinking, and she drank a lot, firstly she did it in secret but eventually she drank all the time and to the point that she needed to go to rehab where she had been for three weeks. 

His coping mechanism for his wife’s absence was to work even longer hours and the response of his wife’s family was to send a succession of family members to look after the house and make sure he was looked after.

His current minder was Lianne’s youngest sister, 18-year-old student, Charlotte who he found to be a little over familiar, which made him feel uncomfortable, so he worked even later in order to avoid her.

 

It was 3 am when he drove up on the drive and was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window, so he got out of the car and went inside not knowing whether she was waiting for him inside.

But when he went in, all was quiet, so he made his way upstairs where the landing light was still burning and as he passed the guest room he noticed the light from the landing had flooded into the room causing him to do a double take because in the centre of the room, directly in front of him was the perfectly illuminated, pert round naked arse of his young sister-in-law Charlotte.

He pushed the door wide open to reveal the sumptuous scene of her laying with her back to him on the bed in the foetal position, and her naked body was only partially covered by a duvet.

He found himself walking over to the bed where he put his hand on one of her firm buttocks, which was cold to his touch, so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did he.

And after he finished caressing her around the full curve of her buttocks his fingers reached her hot pussy and Charlotte began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced around her lips before he entered the creamy heat between them and she murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy heat which was when she gasped. 

“Ohhhh” she said, “I knew you wanted me” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her globe as he continued frigging her.

 

Suffice is to say he totally succumbed to her that night, despite his misgivings and the fourteen-year age gap and he felt no guilt when he left her bed to climb into his own, its true to say that she was not a virgin when he left her room, but in his defence, she wasn’t a virgin when he entered it, or for that matter when he entered her.