Friday 29 July 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (376) Halloween Home

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

They had been to a Halloween dinner at the Golf Club and were taking a shortcut home across the ninth fairway when Sue said

“I need a pee”

“We’re almost home” Mike pointed out

“I know, I thought I could wait, but I can’t”

“No problem” he said

“You go ahead, and I’ll catch up with you” Sue said

“I won’t be long” she suggested

“No, it’s alright I’ll stand guard” he offered

After a moment or two, there was the unmistakable sound of a full bladder being emptied onto autumn leaves.

“Do you need a hand drying your whiskers?” he asked

“Like you could get me dry” she said as she emerged from the trees and giggled and then she kissed him

“You only want to get amongst my whiskers so you can get me wetter and skewer me up against a tree or bend me across the bench” 

“No, I think I’d rather take you home to bed” he said

“I was hoping you’d say that” Sue said smugly and kissed him again

Choice Tales from the Vale – (375) Accidental Voyeur

 Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.

However, Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.

 

This Christmas tale is set at Corner House which aptly stood on the corner of Purplemere Road and West Gate Road in the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside.

There were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane, but Corner House was a large 8-bedroom Victorian monstrosity which had at one time been the home of the master brewer of the Mornington Brewery.

It was now the Corner Guest House run by affable landlady Kay Richardson and was where Peter Lees and Sue Alder happened to be staying, though not together as they were complete strangers.

The first time he saw her was at breakfast and he thought she was stunning, so much so that he started fantasying about her, so by the time he got up to his room he was seriously aroused and as his first appointment wasn’t until ten o’clock, he decided to take his cock to the bathroom and knock one out before work.

 

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at his huge cock, it wasn’t porn film huge but it was substantial, then he got into the shower and closed the door, and was just about to turn on the water when he heard the bathroom door open and close, and he heard feet pad on the floor while a shadow moved across the glass, so he quietly reopened the door enough so he could see out.

His first sight of the intruder was her reflection in the mirror as she stood by the toilet, and she was only wearing bra, pants, and tights, and he assumed she must have been taken short before she’d finished dressing.

He had to admit that even from behind she looked pretty special but then she turned around and his jaw dropped, it was the gorgeous girl he’d seen at breakfast.

In a perfect world he should have let her know she was not alone, but all the blood rushed headlong towards his cock when she proceeded to push her tights and knickers down to her knees.

“Thank you, God,” he said to himself as he stared transfixed at her neat brown bush before she sat down and pissed like a horse.

She closed her eyes and a contented smile spread across her face as she emptied her obviously quite voluminous bladder.

Had it been just any girl sitting half naked on the loo pissing like a fountain he would have got a lob on and he would have scanned and digested every second of it for the wank bank and recalled it at the appropriate time, but what he was looking at wasn’t just any girl, it was a stunner, a Ten, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, so just committing the horny image to the wank bank wasn’t enough for him, it had to be a live event, so before he knew it he was tugging furiously on his swollen cock as he watched the girl pissing, wiping and then standing.

He didn’t know it, but the girls name was Sue Alder, and to be honest he didn’t care.

She leant forward to grab the waist band of her pink knickers and her breasts hung heavily in the matching bra, before she pulled the pink scanties’ slowly and tantalisingly up her thighs to encase her deliciousness, then she repeated the operation with her tights and wriggled her cute little arse back into them, and he began to tug harder but inadvertently hit the glass with his knuckle.

“What was that?” she asked with alarm “Whose there?”

Then the shower door opened, and he was face to face with her and he let go of his cock

“Are you spying on me you pervert”

“Actually, I was here already” he pointed out, but she’d stopped listening

“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as she stared at his fully erect phallus.

Sue had flicked herself off on the bed before breakfast but didn’t have time to do herself justice, seeing his huge cock did nothing to alleviate her horniness.

Sue was by no means a virgin, but she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to compare it too, but it was certainly the largest cock she had ever seen, other than those in porn movies, but just looking at it was arousing her, so she reached forward and took hold of it, and after stroking its length she said

“That’s far too good to pass up”

Sue then stepped into the shower, turned her back on him and proceeded to push her tights and knickers down to her knees, before leaning against the tiles and offering her pussy to him.

“First things first” he said “take your bra off”

“You’re very fussy for a pervert” she replied

“If a jobs worth doing” he retorted

“Oh, a pervert with principles” Sue said scornfully

“Do you want it or not?”

“I really do” she replied wistfully, straightening up and unhooking her bra catch and discarding the pink lacy confection, before resuming her position with her palm pressed firmly on the tiles. 

 

He was positioned behind her with his hands on her hips, and when she glanced over her shoulder, she was biting her lip, and then his bell penetrated her tight hot pussy.

“Oh, fuck yes” she yelled and then he followed through, and she exclaimed

“Jeeezus”

Then with each subsequent penetration he extracted moan after delicious moan from her, as he repeatedly slid between her liquid lips, from his swollen tip to the throbbing root of his cock and greased his balls.

Moaning loudly all the way, her head rolled from side to side, and he reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts as he prepared to take her across the finish line.

They were both watching their performance in the mirror when he had taken control, her back was arched and her head thrashing back and forth, swishing her hair like a whirling dervish, as Sue got closer to her finale, she had completely lost control and then her final orgasmic scream arrived right on cue as with his final spearing thrust, he exploded inside her.

Peter stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, and he stroked her perfect smooth little buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory.

Then he slapped her buttock playfully and after he withdrew Sue sank to her knees on the shower floor.

“So, fucking nice” she said dreamily, and he kissed the top of her head

“You realise you and you’re big cock have made me miss my bus” she said as she tried to pull her knickers and tights back up

“Where too?”

“What?”

“Where were you taking the bus to?”

“Shallowfield” she replied “I’m starting a training course”

“That’s all right I’ll give you a lift” he said

“You already have big boy” she retorted still struggling with her tights “Can you help me; my legs are wobbly”

She’d braced herself in the corner, so he knelt in front of her and proceeded to pull her tights and knickers down to her ankles.

“No, no” she said “You’re supposed to pull them up”

“Lift your foot up, its shower time” he said

“We haven’t got time” she complained but complied anyway

“Now the other one” he instructed and again she complied

“We really don’t have time” she whined “I’ll be late, and I’ll get in trouble”

“Don’t worry” he said turning on the shower and pulling her under the spray

“You won’t be late, and you won’t get into trouble”

“You can’t know that for sure” she said

“I can because I’m one of the trainers” he said

“Oh, ok then” Sue said, and they kissed for the first time

 

When they were getting dry Sue asked

“So, as you’ll be staying here again tonight, does that mean that your impressive piece of meat is on the menu?”

“Oh yes and it’s an all you can eat buffet” he replied 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (374) Tipping the Driver

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

On Thursday morning Mike Oliver had his case packed for a business trip and at 9 o’clock his lift to the airport arrived, he picked up his bags and opened the door to find, not a taxi driver, but Sue Mazzone.

“Taxi for Oliver” she said

“What’s going on?” he asked “I was expecting a cab”

“You got lucky” she replied “you’ve got me instead”

“Ok then lead on” he said and closed the door behind him, and as she drove off the drive he said

“This is very kind, I owe you”

“Oh, I know” she replied, “The usual payment terms will be applied”

Five minutes later she pulled off the road and into a secluded layby.

“What are you doing?” he asked

“I need a little on account” she replied as she unzipped his fly

“We don’t have time for that” he said

“There’s always time for cock” she insisted and then he was in her mouth.

 

Five minutes after he pulled out of her juicy cunny the car pulled out of the layby and he smiled when he looked down at the growing patch of wet between her legs.

When they pulled up at the Airport drop off, he kissed her and said,

“Thanks for the lift and your delightful payment terms”

“I’ll pick you up on Sunday and you can fuck me again on the way home” she replied lustily

“Deal”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (373) Family Friendship

 

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lays the small market town of Childean, and on modern estate on the outskirts, in a nice modern house, in a quiet cul-de-sac is the home of the Grant family and over the August Bank Holiday old family friend

Kelly Bakewell was a guest.

Twenty-two-year-old Stuart Grant was the only one of the Grant’s children who still lived at home and on Sunday his parents were out all day, leaving him alone with Kelly.

As it was a sunny day and their garden was a suntrap, Kelly had decided to sunbathe and when he went downstairs, he saw Kelly standing on the patio wearing a two-piece swimsuit, not a bikini per se as the bottom half weren’t briefs, they were more like shorts, and Stuart knew very well why she was wearing them.

She wore shorts rather than Bikini briefs because the latter would not have contained her luscious hairy bush.

He knew that for a fact because his hand had often dallied amongst the most spectacular thatch he had ever seen, touched, or smelt.

He and Kelly had enjoyed a very special summer enjoying each other, but she had ended it because she was four years older than him.

But as he stared at her while she stood with her back to him on the patio, he knew he still loved her.

As he stepped up closer behind her he could see her shoulders were shaking, and that was because she was crying.

“What’s wrong Kelly?” he asked, and she turned towards him, and the floodgates opened.

It turned out that the tears were because she felt guilty, guilty for ending it with him, and hurting him so much, and it was true that he was devastated at the time.

“It’s not just guilt though” she admitted “I also realised when I saw you again that I never stopped loving you”

 

The tears fell unabated, so they sat on the lawn, on the towel she had prepared, and he consoled her while he waited for the tears to subside.

Then they lay on the towel and spooned, and she lay there silently in his arms, but grasped his hand in hers and put it to her lips and kissed it and then they drifted off to asleep in that blissful position.

 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke, he was surprised and delighted to find Kelly was playing with his cock with one hand while the other one was in her shorts fingering her pussy.

“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up under her Bikini top and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed, but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger, the areolas were incredibly sensitive, and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.

Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her belly to replace them with his own.

“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought her little fingers had not toiled in vain as by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.

Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him, so her animal moans filled the garden as he frigged her until she came, hard.

Her other hand, with fingers still moist from her frigging, reached between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly up the leg of her shorts and into her hot cunny.

Once he was well inside her she used one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted teeth, she went rigid and screamed.

“Mmmmm” Kelly murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (372) Woodland Proposal

 

Chris Saunders and Claire Paddon had lived in Shallowfield all their lives and so they were no strangers to Teardrop Lake.

The Lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and was surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.

One hot summer Saturday they were walking along the Northern Perimeter road and were just approaching the 16th Century Stone bridge when Chris said he was starting to feel the heat so he suggested they leave the road in favour of the coolness of the woods in a dense area of ancient woodland, and followed the path that threaded its way through the woods, a well-trod path that meandered its way towards the waterfall and halfway along the path, they heard the sound of gurgling water.

The sound grew louder and louder with every yard they climbed until eventually they reached Shoe Buckle Falls.

It was so named, so legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by Parliamentarian troops but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls without leaving any other trace other than a shoe buckle that they found in the vicinity.

When they reached the falls, he said

“It’s a bit cooler up here”

“I’m not sure you lured me into the woods so I could cool down” She retorted “You’re more interested in getting me hot”

“Well, you’re partly right” he said and turned to face her

“Oh?” she said, “Which part?”

“I didn’t get you up here to cool down” he confessed

“So why are we here?” she asked suspiciously

“So, I can ask you to marry me?” he asked

“What?” she exclaimed

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you” she replied and kissed him

When she released him, he slipped the ring on her finger and Claire audibly gasped as she looked at the ring then at him then at the ring again.

“It’s a bit big so we’ll need to get it resized” he said

“You can’t have it back” she said adamantly, and it slipped off her finger and bounced off the log she was standing beside and landed by his feet, but Claire didn’t notice where it dropped. 

“It must have bounced over here” she said as she stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the undergrowth, the result of which for Chris was a perfect view of her white pants.

She was poking about at the undergrowth the other side of the tree with her hand trying to feel for the ring, and as she reached further and further, she caused a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

Chris picked up the ring and enjoyed the magnificent view of her cute buttocks jiggling in front of him.

“It must be in here” she said
“Can you see anything from where you are?
“No I can’t see it yet” he replied then she wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and exposed more of her lovely arse.

Then in an effort to prevent her overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled into her bum crack.

He could hear Claire muttering as she wriggled again on the log and wispy strands of curly hair appeared visible against her white panties.

“Can you see it yet?”

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch as she wriggled again, and he was staring libidinously at her glistening Minge

 “I can see it now” he said,
“Really? do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Claire, no problem I’ll have my hand on it any second”
Then he slipped two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“There I’ve got it” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh Chris, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash, but she lathered up very quickly and was soon very creamy.

As he continued to frig her, she was moaning rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax, and it was time to fuck her.

As he continued to stroke her quim, he dropped his shorts and took out his cock, pulling on it to expose his purple helmet. 

Chris pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, Claire moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened on his bell end in the dappled sunlight and he repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder, then she could wait no longer and wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure, as she gripped on to the tree and he pounded her pussy from behind.

He reached up and yanked her shirt from her waistband and groped her little tits.

Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals, growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased, until she screamed, and her body shuddered and then he shot into her, his cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck and withdrew his cock from her fanny and she sighed again.

As Chris redressed himself Claire was still clinging onto the tree

periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as she was when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.

After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs she slid herself off the tree trunk and her legs almost gave way, and she giggled.

“That was really lovely” she said and kissed him.

“Oh shit” she exclaimed

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“My ring, I have to find my ring” Claire said in a panic

“It’s in my pocket” he said

“What? Did you have it all the time” she asked, and he nodded

“I hate you” she said but undermined her statement by kissing him very passionately.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (371) Flaming June

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

The first time they got together, was a hot Saturday afternoon, they had been friends for several years, but nothing came of it, not even close, but that changed after a simple act of kindness.

Sue had had an operation on her foot to remove a Bunion and had to keep her weight off it, so Mike volunteered to do some gardening for her, cutting the grass mainly on that day.

Sue was in the kitchen filling the kettle and watched him walking up and down, in his shorts and he was stripped to the waist, and she was so enamoured by what she saw that she forgot about making a drink and just watched him until she was hotter than the weather and began flicking herself.

By the end of the afternoon Mike was hot, sweaty, and dirty and Sue was hot, juicy, and dirtier.

Then after he’d put the lawnmower away and tidied up, he stood on the patio and hosed himself down and that was the last straw for Sue because when he stood at the back door and looked in Sue was completely naked.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (370) Panty Perv

 

Robin Gwilym and Lizzie Norman were neighbours and had been for ten years, since he was seven years old, and they had been friends from the first.

As children they did everything together and that went right up to their mid-teens when they didn’t do so much together, because dating became a thing, which intruded on their time. 

Lizzie was a year older than him, and he knew the moment she blossomed into womanhood that she was out of his league.

But that didn’t prevent him from looking, hoping, and dreaming that one day he might have a chance.

Robin got his chance in April when college had broken for the Easter holiday and Lizzie was home from university.

The weather was unseasonably warm, and he was home alone as his parents were at work, but his dad had asked him to do a few jobs for him in the garden, which he was more than happy to do.

His first job was cutting the grass which he did straight after breakfast and then he did a spot of tree surgery, cutting away some dead branches on the Walnut tree.

He had just ascended the ladder into the branches when he heard a door open the other side of the fence and he looked up and saw Lizzie Norman step out carrying a basket of washing, which she began to peg out onto the rotary washing line.    

He was going to speak but decided to take a minute to admire her gorgeous form, she was wearing three quarter length jeggings and a crop top which also hugged her figure, then he smiled when he realised, she was pegging out her lingerie.

When the last pair of pants were on the line, he stared at her cute little arse as she bent down to pick up the basket

“When did you get back?” he asked, and she squealed and dropped the basket and when she turned around, she retorted

“You bastard you made me jump”

“Sorry” he said and laughed but he rather enjoyed it because her reaction caused her braless titties to jiggle uncontrollably inside her top.

“I got back last night” she responded to his original question

“How long for?”

“Three weeks” she replied

“Nice”

“Hopefully we can do something together while I’m home” she suggested

“I’d like that” he responded

“Me too” she said and then added

“Can you stop perving over my panties”

“I’m not” he protested

“You were perving” she insisted

“Sorry but they’re very distracting” Robin said 

“Well try and focus” Lizzie instructed

“Are you going to give me something else to focus on?” he asked

“Urgh now you’re going to perv on me” she exclaimed

“Well, no more than usual” he retorted

“Incorrigible” she exclaimed and picked up her basket

“Come round for a coffee and we can make some plans”

“Okay, I just need to finish the tree and have a shower” he said

“I can come round in an hour?”

“Perfect” she responded “See you in an hour perv”

“Ok” he said and stared at her arse as it wiggled all the way to the house

“Stop looking at my bum” she shouted

“Your legs aren’t bad either” he shouted back

 

They sat chatting in her kitchen for about ten minutes when she asked

“So, what did you mean when you said, “no more than usual” when I accused you of perving on me?”

“Well, I don’t think its perving but you’re a beautiful girl so I’m not ashamed to say I like looking at you” he replied

“Beautiful?” she exclaimed “I’ve never been told that before”

“I don’t know why” he mused, and she blushed a little

“What about my knickers?”

“What about them?”

“Do you take every opportunity to stare at them?” she asked

“Do I have to answer that?”

“Yes” she insisted

“Really?”

“Oh yes”

“Then I have to answer yes and no” Robin said

“That’s a cop out” she snapped

“Ok this might be embarrassing” he said

“Come on get on with it” she urged

“Well, I haven’t made a habit of it” he said “but on the rare occasion that I was presented with an opportunity, l took it, like today”

“Give me another example” she insisted

“Ok I’ll tell you about the first time” he said “It was one of the times we went to the lido, you’d just started going out with Dave Murray, you used to wear your swimsuit and give me your clothes in a carrier bag to put in my backpack”

“I remember” she said

“So, on that particular day I rummaged in your carrier bag first by mistake and the first thing I pulled out where your pants” he confessed “Which I should have put straight back in, but I didn’t” 

“Why?”

“Good question, firstly I looked at them because I was jealous of Dave Murray, and I thought why should be the only one to see them”

“I never showed Dave Murray my knickers or anyone else” she said indignantly

“What was the other reason?”

“Well, that was more pervy” he admitted “It was a turn on, walking home with you while you were wearing the knickers I’d held in my hands”

“You perve” she said in mock horror “Did you do the same with the dirty ones”

“No, I didn’t” he said with real horror “I’m not a pervert”

“Well, you are a bit” she pointed out

“Well, I’m not that kind of pervert then”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, I never touched your dirty pants” he said very definitely “Although I might have if it was me that had soiled them on you in the first place, but that has never been a possibility”

“Oh well” she said and then Lizzie stood up and walked around the table and when she reached him, she turned her back

“Do these meet with your approval?” She said and let the denim fall away from her buttocks to reveal a pair of pale blue lace trimmed knickers and he reached out and felt one of her panties covered buttocks.

“Very nice” he said and began pulling them off her delightful buttocks

“No, no you don’t” she said pulling away

“You must soil them on me, remember” and then she sat on his knee before adding “and then you can do what you want with them”

Lizzie perched on his knee and Robin tried to kiss her, but she drew her head back

“First things first” she said and took his hand and placed it on her naked thigh “Dave Murray never got to do this, or anyone else”

His hand rested on her thigh and as he gently pulled her thigh apart Lizzie braced herself with one hand on the back of his chair while the other gripped the table.

Robin’s hand crept inch by tantalizing inch along Lizzie’s firm thigh as they involuntarily opened and closed in anticipation of his hands approach, and as his fingers got closer and closer, she moaned quietly and her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her breaths were becoming deeper and more erratic the closer his fingertips got to her pussy.

“So, no one else has ever done this?” he asked

“Nnnno” she said biting her lip and fidgeting on his lap as his fingers slowly and deliberately traced the outline of her panties.  

“Or this” he said when his finger finally reached the heart of her fire, and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips as he fingered her through the pale blue cloth of her knickers.

“Only me” she replied as it slipped and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and Lizzie began to moan.

Her hands gripped the furniture so tight that her knuckles whitened as she wriggled and panted out coarse rasping breaths until with a deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation he withdrew his sticky fingers from between her legs.

“I think there well and truly soiled” he said and slipped out from beneath her, and she plopped down hard on the chair.

“No don’t stop” she said

He stood up as straight as his throbbing erection would allow, the last thing he wanted to do was stop, but he had to wrestle control back from her.  

“I have more chores to do” he said, and he headed for the door

“No don’t go” she pleaded as she stood up and rubbed her buttock.

Then she tried to close the distance between them but her jeans were around her knees so she had to waddle which meant he could easily keep out of her reach, and he sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall.

“I hope this works” he said to himself once he was out in the hall.

“I’m sure I’ll see you again soon” he said over his shoulder

“Wait” she called after him “please wait”

“Bye” he responded

Lizzie kicked off her jeans in frustration and sprinted after him.

Robin glanced back and his eyes were transfixed on the growing wet patch on the crotch of her pale blue knickers.

“Please don’t go” she said and tried to kiss him, but he drew his head away out of the reach of her lips

“Oh Robin” she exclaimed

“Oh, now you want to kiss me?” he said desperate for her tongue to be in his mouth but remained strong despite the desperation.

“Yes, I want to kiss you, I want to do everything with you” she said “I’ve always wanted you, and I’ve saved myself for you”

She moved to kiss him again only this time he let her lips find their mark and when they stopped, he said

“I think those soiled knickers you’re wearing are mine now”

Lizzie blushed but her red face cracked into a smile as she took a step backwards and slipped her wet knickers off and threw them in his face and scampered bare arsed upstairs giggling as she went.

Robin smiled as he bent down and picked up the pale blue knickers and slipped them into his pocket before progressing slowly up the stairs after her.

He wanted to sprint up them two at a time but in his state of total arousal it meant that his cock wouldn’t let him.

When he got to her bedroom, she was already in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, she was still giggling, and her legs were performing a jig beneath the duvet as Robin quickly stripped off and joined her and all his hopes and dreams were fulfilled.

 

“Is this what you meant when you said we should do something during the holidays?” he asked

“Oh yes” she said smugly, and he kissed her forehead

Choice Tales from the Vale – (369) Sunday Morning Shower

 

The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins.

 

Antonia had woken him early in the morning so he could sneak out before the neighbours were up and about; but she decided to wake him extra early so she could have him before he left.

 

She left him in bed on that dark Sunday morning in March while she went and washed the lust from her gorgeous body.

Paul smiled to himself and slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.

He could see Toni’s well-defined shape through the glass, and he was already aroused before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked

“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied

“I don’t think anything will be missed darling” she said and kissed him as her soapy hand took hold of his shaft.

“In fact, I think I’m probably going to get everything”

“Yes, you are” he agreed

 

Afterwards she phoned her mum and said she was running late as something had come up and after a lingering goodbye kiss by the back door, he walked home across the golf course in the half light.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (368) New Year’s Day

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

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where the New Year had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

James and Danielle had been an item for a few weeks and could barely keep their hands off each other and they spent almost every night together and they made love before going to sleep and before getting up in the morning. 

So, on New Year’s Day James had Danielle bent over on the bed beneath him with his cock still inside her, she had her face buried in the duvet and she was quivering after the exertion, while panting and sighing.  

She sighed even louder when he withdrew from her cunny, and he kissed the small of her back.

He knew that Danielle wouldn’t get up and dress with him in the room, even though they had made love countless times, and he had seen her beautiful body up close and personal on many of those times, so he left her to sort herself out and went into the bathroom to give her some privacy.

He had seen every inch of her gorgeous body during love making and he had penetrated every orifice and she had zero inhibitions during sex.

She was great at flirting and flaunting and she loved dressing up and showed no shyness precoitally while she was clothed, but her inhibitions reared their ugly head when it came to postcoital nakedness.

However, he sat on the edge of the bath and thought to himself how much he loved her and especially her modesty and shyness.

 

When he opened the bathroom door Danielle was shuffling towards him, still buttoning her blouse with her eyes fixed firmly on the task.

When she finally looked up and saw him watching her, she immediately went scarlet and looked away.

James took hold of her arm and pulled her towards him, and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him in a vice like grip.

“I can’t believe you’re still shy” He said “after what we just did, and after all the fantastic sex we have”

Danielle didn’t answer

“But I love it that you are” he added

“Really?” Came a muffled query

“Yes” he replied “In fact it’s why I love you so much

“You love me?” she asked in a childlike voice.

“Yes, so you’ll have to come out from my chest and give me a kiss” he added

“A kiss?” she asked

“Yes, I must have a kiss” he insisted “Because I love you”

Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest, but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him but said quietly

“I love you too”

James put his hand on her chin and lifted it gently up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and immensely enjoyable kiss.

In fact, it was such a deeply satisfying kiss that he began undressing her again and she offered no resistance. 

Thursday 28 July 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (367) New Year’s Eve

 

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

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town, on New Year’s Eve, where Hannah Yates and Mike Roast were in the disabled toilet of the Sharpington Public Library, where Mike was still in Hannah.

She was bent over, with one hand on the cistern and the other on the grab rail when he exploded inside her.

But when he heard a noise, he quickly withdrew.  

“Quick pull your pants up” Mike said and slapped her cheek which wobbled deliciously “Someone’s coming”

“Is it me?” she asked hopefully as she straightened up and put her hairy chuff away.

“I know what you were doing in there you dirty pair” a voice shouted as they snuck out of the disabled loo.

“Run” he shouted and grabbed her hand, but there was a security guard between them and freedom, so they ran round the corner 

“We need to hide” he suggested

“Ok” she said, and they ducked into the first room they came to and closed the door.

It was a small reading room, so they hid behind the heavy serge drapes.

After a few minutes they heard the door open, but it closed again after less than a minute and then the security guard had gone, by which time Hannah was horny again, doubtless spurred on by the danger of discovery, and the fact that she really was a dirty little trollope, so she had her hand on his cock again, and a few moments later it was in her mouth.

They finished their dirty adventure when Mike fucked her against the fire exit door.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (366) Boxing Day Cover

 

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

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

 

Hannah and Mike were both university students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were doing different degrees and had never met before they started working at the Sandcastle.

They got on very well despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her, and even though Hannah really had the hots for him as well, nothing happened.

She knew he liked her; she’d caught him looking at her on more than one occasion but despite her dropping hints he never asked her out.

Hannah was an old-fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a boy out, she preferred to be more Suttle and use her allure.

Which of course didn’t work, even though she’d given him all the signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting the message.

So after having worked together for a number of months she decided that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.

To that end Danielle had made sure they were working alone at the lunchtime session on Boxing Day to aid Hannah in her conquest.

She was further aided by the weather as Sharpington was hit by heavy snow, which kept away all but the hardiest of punters.

So, she had ample opportunity for some heavy duty flirting in between serving customers, for the last half an hour they had no customers at all so when she wasn’t flirting, she was formulating her plan, so at 13.59 she said

“We might as well shut up now”

“Ok” he agreed

“You lock the door while I have a pee” she added

By the time he had finished securing the doors and switching off the fruit machines Hannah reappeared behind the bar with nothing on below the waist except for an apron and when she bent over in front of him, he could see everything he’d ever desired, her round pert arse, her dewy pink lips and sprouts of red hair visible against the white skin of her thighs and she looked back at him and asked.

“Do you see anything you like?”

“Yes everything” he replied, and she stood up and removed her apron

“Then come and get it while its hot” she said invitingly

“James and Danielle won’t be back for at least an hour”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Well before we go any further, I have to know something” she said as she stood close up to him.

“Are you going to ask me out?”

“Only if the answer is yes” he replied

“I’m standing here with my fanny on display, do you really think I might say no?”

“Well, it’s obvious when you put it like that” he remarked

“So?”

“So will you go out with me Hannah?”

“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him

“So?” she asked holding him off

“So why didn’t you ask me out before?”

“I was working up to it” he replied

“Working up to it?” she retorted

“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”

“You still haven’t answered my question” he reminded her

“Which was?”

“Which was. will you go out with me Hannah?”

“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled

“Shut up and kiss me” Mike said and took her in his arms and kissed her then he picked her up and sat her on the counter.

He pulled her knees apart and began kissing her leg and 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 Hannah had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

After making her cum he stood up and tried to put her Christmas jumper over her head, but she stopped him and said

“No, you first”

“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.

Hannah had slipped her hand down to her pussy while he was stripping and when he was naked, she stared at his significantly sizzed cock and said.

“Happy Christmas to me”

He was now permitted to pull her Jumper off over her head and play with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mike 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 Mike” she moaned “At last”

Mike 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.

“Mike, Mike” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her, and her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.

Hannah’s breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short, measured strokes she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.

“My God Mike” she purred

“It was ok then?” He panted

“You know damn well it was” she retorted “it was so worth waiting for”

They stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him and when he lifted the knickerless Hannah off the bar top they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.

Mike quickly redressed and Hannah gathered up her discarded clothes so she could go to the loo and freshen up down below and don some dry knickers so she could take him back to her mum’s house so he could get her wet again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (365) Boxing Day

 

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

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

It was snowing lightly when they set off and Danielle was very nervous as she hadn’t met any of his family yet, they’d both spent Christmas day with their own respective families.

Her nerves were not improved when she saw the house, she was expecting it to be large, with it being in Nob Hill, but she wasn’t prepared for the grandeur of the Mosely home.

 

“Hi mum” he said and kissed her “Everyone made it then”

“Oh yes dear” she confirmed “We have a real house full”

“This is my girlfriend Danielle” James said, and Danielle felt such pride to here that simple statement

“Hello Mrs. Mosely” she said “Pleased to meet you”

“And you dear” she responded “but call me Wendy, now go on through”

When they went into the family room, they got a very rousing welcome”

There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge eating and drinking, all of whom were either Mosely’s or partners of Mosely’s, it was a good-sized room, which had three large sofas and assorted armchairs, but even so it was never intended to comfortably seat twenty-one people.

After roaming the room introducing his girlfriend to those assembled, he looked around the room for somewhere to sit, some guests sat on the floor, but James led Danielle to the window seat in the bay window.

When they were seated it left a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.

As luck would have it, for his benefit at least, his height and position afforded him a great view down the tops of the two of the girls seated on the sofa, one of them, a skinny braless girl was his cousin Anne who had tits like roof tillers nail bags, but her girlfriend Alison had a fine pair contained in a pink lacy number about two sizes two small and definitely not up to the job, in fact the cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of pink lace.

Danielle suddenly slapped his thigh and whispered in his ear

“Are you looking at her tits?”

Whispering seemed unnecessary as the room was so noisy, she could have used a bull horn, and no one would have overheard her.

“Yes of course, what a stupid question” he replied above a whisper

“You’re a dirty bastard” Danielle said laughing then she held his hand and gave it a squeeze, then she put her hand on his lap and started stroking his sleeping soldier, who was already half awake.

“Already?” she asked wide-eyed

James shrugged nonchalantly, and she continued stroking.

A few minutes later Alice, the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.

“Here you two look at this” and Danielle leant over the sofa between Anne and Alison, looking at something on Alison’s phone.

James could see from where he was but wasn’t really interested but the other three were laughing at a YouTube clip as James slid his hand up Danielle’s skirt, but she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when he caressed her buttocks, nor when he stroked her inner thigh, only a few moments later after his fingers started to rub her pussy did she call a halt to his mischief and sat back down, but she turned and smiled him a saucy smile and placed his hand between her knees.

Where they were seated was perfect for their purposes, it was a dead end, it was poorly lit, and they could see everyone else, but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.

While his hand slid purposefully between her thighs, hers had returned to his growing erection and she stroked his cock through his trousers.

When his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

However, the consequence of her action was that it stretched the fabric tight across her gusset, so his digits were no longer in contact with her minge.

To remedy the situation, he used his fingernail to tear the material and push his fingers straight through the gusset; his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants to her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached the recipient of his lust clenched her buttocks as she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.

 

In the few short weeks since she gave him her cherry they were at it all the time, apart from when she was on the “cotton mouse”, and he could always bring her quickly to the boil, but that afternoon, because they were in a room full of people, her arousal was intense, and she came in record time, as she buried her face in the velvet curtains.

No one heard her cum, it was still far too noisy in the room, and the curtains muffled her exclamation.

But James didn’t let up, in fact the moment she relaxed his finger went in her and she let out an audible gasp, but again no one heard with the decibel level as high.

But he wouldn’t be able to take her too much farther than making her come once more, because even with the background noise they would almost certainly hear miss Brannigan come a third time.

As it happened just when he was getting her well lathered up for her second climax, the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped, and Wendy took center stage to make an announcement.

Danielle tutted loudly and pulled his finger out of her pussy and closed her thighs tight.

“I’m sorry to break up the party” she said “But it’s snowing furiously, so some of you might want to make a move, those who want to stay on are quite welcome, we have plenty of bedding in case we get snowed in”

James smiled because Danielle liked plenty of bedding, and he was just going to share his little joke with her when he noticed she had a face like thunder as she turned to him and demanded through gritted teeth

“Take me home and fuck me”

Then she got up and prepared to leave, but James hesitated, after all when you’re a woman and the fun has to stop, she is merely leaving the room with sticky knickers, but James had his pants filled with a huge boner, standing up was difficult enough, and painful, and so was walking, but the main problem was concealment.
Behind the sofa it went unseen but even in a crowded room it was almost another person, so he tapped Danielle on the shoulder
“What?” she snapped impatiently, and he indicated his predicament with his eyes and she looked down and smiled, then she took off her cardigan held it in front of his bulging trousers.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically and he nodded and gingerly followed her, joining the queue out of the room.
In front of them in the queue was his cousin Anne and her big breasted girlfriend and once out in the hallway when they had retrieved their coats Anne turned to James and asked

“Can we drop you off?”

“Yes please” Danielle replied, eager to get home as soon as possible and be rewarded with some cock.

Before James grabbed their coats he gave her, her cardigan back and she discreetly squeezed the lump in his trousers and whispered

“Thank you horny,”

 

From the moment they were asked if they wanted a lift Anne hadn’t stopped chatting inanely, and it didn’t stop after James and Danielle got into the back of her car, so the second Anne drove off Danielle grabbed his hand and pushed it urgently up her skirt so he 

could resume his fingering in her moist knickers.

Wendy hadn’t been kidding when she said it was snowing furiously so the journey took longer to drive than it had to walk it earlier in the day.

So, by the time Anne dropped them outside the Sandcastle Danielle’s pussy was properly on fire.

 

They hurried towards the pub entrance, as much as they could given the slippery conditions, and when they reached the pub Danielle’s slippery condition was making her somewhat impatient.

As soon as James unlocked the door she pushed him through it and she followed quickly behind unbuttoning her coat as she went, and by the time he had locked and bolted the door again her coat and cardigan were in a heap on the floor, and as soon as James turned around she grabbed his belt and pulled him toward her and began undoing his belt, and with great manual dexterity she unbuckled the belt, unfastened his trousers and yanked out his cock.

“You are a very impatient girl” he said, and she let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she unceremoniously enlarged the hole he had made in the crotch of her tights and pulled her soggy panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she demanded in a very saucy voice and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself onto him, and his cock was so hard, and her pussy so wet it only took one attempt, with James gripping a buttock in each hand, to achieve full penetration.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”

She was kissing his mouth and snorting through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.

Danielle began to lose momentum and they stopped kissing and her course rasping breaths urged him on, so he pushed her back against the wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

Having her pinned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips, the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder, as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster, as James continued banging her against the wall.

As they neared the summit, they were both tiring and James was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom, or drag her down to floor, however they found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting told him she was desperately close and with a squeal Danielle cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later, emptying his aching sack into her grateful cunny.

 

They couldn’t have said how long they stood there panting, locked in passions embrace, they just knew it felt good and they didn’t want it to end.

“Damn” she panted, “that was fucking marvelous”

“Or marvelous fucking” he suggested, and Danielle laughed lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured in unison.