Wednesday 11 January 2023

Choice Tales from the Vale – (484) Springtime in Paris

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, and Mike was getting ready to go away for a dirty weekend with Sue.

They had already spent one dirty night at a Hotel in London.

“Right let’s get packed” Mike said and got up even though Sue really wanted to fuck again but getting packed distracted her sufficiently and half an hour later they were in a taxi and an hour after that they were on the Eurostar.

Once they had disembarked at Gare du Nord, they made their way quickly to the taxi rank and joined the queue.

Mike always thought it was a strange feeling getting into a taxi in a foreign country, not knowing your way around and not knowing the language.

In Paris it was even stranger because the cabby doesn’t know his way around the city, and he can’t speak the language either.

There is nothing quite as disconcerting as getting into a taxi and the drivers first act after you’ve given him the address is to immediately reach for an A to Z like they did the first time he crossed the channel at least in the 21st century they had satnavs.

That said the driver seemed to quickly plan his route and get them on their way and they arrived promptly at the Hilton Hotel and Sue disembarked open mouthed.

“Like it?”

“Very much” she replied “Now let’s get inside so I can get your balls wet” 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (483) Lusty Former Ugly Duckling’s

 

Fraternal twins Kerry and Connie Martyn were ugly ducklings, plain, pimply, and chubby, they were the sort of girls that everyone liked, everyone wanted to have as friends, but nobody wanted to go out with, nobody wanted to kiss, and there was most definitely no queue of boys lining up to take their cherries.

But that all changed between Christmas and the spring bank holiday, the puppy fat melted away, the pimples disappeared, and their plain faces took on a very different countenance and suffice is to say they got hot, just in time for their sixteenth birthdays.

once they were of age which was important to them both, even before they became desirable and the ugly ducklings metamorphosed into beautiful Swans, all they needed

was an appropriate candidate for their lust, which meant it needed  someone suitable to pop their cherrie’s.

It needed to be someone good looking but not too good looking, someone fit enough and have stamina enough to service two girls.

Likeable enough, but not too confident with girls, a lovable type, even though they weren’t looking for love, they we're just looking for lust,

But they didn’t want someone so confident and likeable that they would go looking for lust elsewhere, they wanted someone they could control and manipulate, who would focus all his attentions on them.

It didn't take too long to spot the perfect specimen, he was another late bloomer, a bit of a nerd and another virgin, who was in their year at school, and lived in their street, who was, like them on study leave.

All they had to do was get his attention, so they chose matching outfits of tight white tops which showed off their perky braless breasts beautifully, surmounted by dark erected nipples which protruded deliciously, and very tight leggings which defined their  camel toes to perfection.

It was a cold morning so the slipped their coats on but were careful to leave them open enough to ensure the cold air kept their nipples erect.

“I hope this works” Connie said doubtfully

“Of course, it’ll work” Kerry assured her “Look at us, we’re gorgeous,  I’d have sex with me”

“You already do” Connie pointed out “Everyday”

“I won’t need to today” Kerry said confidently, after all they just needed to get inside the house, and the way they were dressed would achieve that, then once inside it would be easy to get inside his clothes so that they could get him inside them.

They knocked on the door and opened their coats wide in order to give him the full effect and when Sam Frost opened it, he stood staring at them open mouthed before Kerry said

“Hello Sam, like what you see?”

But before he had a chance to answer Kerry pushed him into the house and Connie followed on and closed the door behind her.

 

The girls had him sandwiched on the sofa where there was a good deal of kissing but not much else as they were all a bit clueless and then Connie began stroking the lump in his jeans until she shouted in alarm   

“I think he’s going to cum in his pants!”

“Oh no he’s not” Kerry barked “He’s Cumming in me”

She got up and pushed him sideways, so he was laying down

“Help me get his cock out” she ordered and began undoing his jeans “Quickly, quickly” she said as Connie pulled his jeans and pants down and she undressed, wriggling out of her leggings, and pulling her top off over her head.

Connie stroked his cock to full erection watched as her sister straddled him and lowered her tight young pussy on to his shaft and saw her wince as she broke her own hymen after which she warmed to her task.

Then Connie undressed to because she knew she was going to be next and when she was naked, she sat on Sam’s face.

 

When Kerry had juddered and shuddered her way to orgasm, she smugly dismounted and Connie, who was being noshed towards her climax fell forward and took Sam’s wilting cock in her mouth. 

After expertly reviving Sam’s manhood Connie popped her cherry on it and Kerry took her turn sitting on his face.

 

The girls were sitting on the sofa with their legs spread wide while they absentmindedly fingered their pussies while Sam knelt on the floor watching.

“You’d better eat something” Kerry said

“He can eat this” Connie suggested as she stroked herself

 “I’m serious” Kerry said

“So am I” Connie retorted

“You’re going to need your strength for this afternoon” Kerry pointed out

“But Stuart’s coming round this afternoon”

“Stuart Russell?” Connie asked

“Yes, we have chemistry revision”

“Oh, goody more nerd cock” Connie purred

“Even more reason to eat something” Kerry reiterated

“I agree, Now forget about chemistry and concentrate on Biology oral” she said as she guided his head towards her ginger freckled fanny

“I’ll make the sandwiches then” Kerry said and laughed

 

When Sam finished eating Connie out, they all ate lunch and as soon as Stuart Parkes arrived the girls pounced and deflowered another nerd.

After the day when the former ugly ducklings fucked the science nerds limp in their clumsy, sweaty introduction to the carnal pleasures, they spent as much of their study leave and almost all of the summer holidays experimenting, improving, and perfecting the art.

Either in twosomes, threesomes, or foursomes until in September, shortly before they went to college, the girls decided which one of the nerd cocks they were going to content themselves with.

Connie chose Sam because of the size of his cock whereas Kerry wanted Stuart because of his stamina,  and they never regretted their choices

Choice Tales from the Vale – (482) Noisy Nookie

Nigel Kirk liked having sex, and when he got lucky, he liked them noisy when he was on the nest, once he got a girl warmed up, he enjoyed making them bellow, it was also a pleasure to have a vixen from behind and make her bite the pillow.

Even when shagging al fresco, he loved to make them howl in the woods or bay at the moon in the park or scream at the top of their lungs in some dark deserted alley, it was the audible appreciation that really rings his bell.


Choice Tales from the Vale – (481) Fantasies

Billy Drew fantasized about role playing and dressing up, he dreamed of hot women wearing uniforms, military or police, nurses, or nuns, and he would be dressed as a centurion

or a gladiator when he mounted them.
He wanted to play doctors and nurses, vicars and tarts, master and slave, butler and parlour maid, teacher, and pupil, when he and his willing partners could act out his fantasies of filth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (480) Crumpet Man

 

Terry Argent was a crumpet man, and he didn’t care who he did it with, vamp, tart, bimbo, intellectual, or intelligently spectacled.
Nor did he care about physical type, dimensions, or proportions, whether tall or pencil thin, pear shaped, round or an hourglass figure.
He didn’t have a particular eye colour he favoured, hair could be long, short or none at all, they could be blonde, brunette, black or red.

Piercings, tattoo's, he could take or leave, and pubic hair could be wild or tamed, Brazilian’s, vajazzled or waxed and breasts of all sizes were acceptable from flat chests to voluminous jugs that escaped their garments like deploying airbags.

So, Terry really wasn’t fussy his only stipulations for all his conquests was that they had a pulse and were willing.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (479) Sex Addict

 

Eric Dyer liked sex, any and all sex, and when he wasn’t doing it, he was thinking about doing it, he liked spooning in bed, doing it on all fours like beasts, he liked it missionary, having a honey straddling him like a monkey on a stick.

He wasn’t fussy how or where, whether mounting them roughly from behind, bondage or spanking, a bit of oral, maybe the wheelbarrow, or a knee trembler against a wall.
All he asked was the recipient was at least a little animated when they were at it, and not motionless like a resuscitation doll.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (478) Clerical Lust

 

“I’ve spent my whole life denying myself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, so I for one don’t believe God would punish me, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head, if for no other reason than to prove I’m still alive”

The Vicar said as she climbed on top of the Verger and impaled her tight cunny onto his waiting cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (477) Sensual Embrace

 

He kissed every inch of her sweet, perfumed skin, beginning at the nape of her neck, causing the downy hairs to stand up, then her collar bone and throat, before descending to each perfect breast and their proud pink peaks, which he left swollen and misshaped.

His lips then proceeded across her soft quivering belly, drawn by passions erotic scent, his mouth dallied amongst her fragrant bush, his nostrils flaring as they inhaled her pungency, and beyond her down, her luscious loins where he sourced the open petals of the moist blossom of her melliferous flower, and he consumed her sourly sweet liquid sensuality.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (476) Terms and Conditions

 

University Student Linda Gardiner and serial philandering lecturer Gerry Farr had just got engaged and were sitting in the Castle beer garden discussing the previous weekend when he was away with the football team.

Linda raised an eyebrow when he told her about the hen party they ran into.

“Well, that’s just the perfect scenario for a dirty old man” she said tongue in cheek.

“Not so much of the old” he protested

“It’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said, and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow

“I know you do so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly

“But I don’t need to know who they are, although I could guess a few”

Gerry went to speak but she stopped him

“However, I do have the following conditions, firstly you never touch my sisters” she said before adding “Or my mother”

Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust, however if they turned out anything like Linda, they might do in ten or fifteen years, but he hadn’t considered her mother, who was still an attractive woman.

“And as long as when you’re with me I have your undivided attention”

“Can I look at other women when were together?” he asked

“Yes”

“And can I have lustful thoughts about them?”

“Only if I get the benefit of any resulting erection”

Gerry was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of the barmaid Dakota collecting glasses and at that precise moment, she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat to the whole garden.

“So, if the sight of Dakota Arnold’s knickers wakes up the beast, I get to tame it”

“Well that seemed clear enough” he said and drained his glass

“The beast has awoken by the way”

“Well let’s get home and tame the throbbing beast” she said and drained her own glass “Do you need another look at Dakota’s fanny before we go”

“No, I think it’s served its purpose” he replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (475) Dictation

 

Abbottsford is Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government and it is also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, where education often took a back seat to sexual desire and gratification.

“Ok you can come to my room” Fi said “but I don’t do kissing”

Which annoyed Johnny because he like kissing, he was a good kisser, but he agreed because she didn’t rule anything else out.

He followed her into her room where she quickly stripped off and got under the duvet and the moment he joined her, she wrapped her arms around him and said,

“Now you can touch me Johnny,”

He could tell instantly that she was going to be one of those, a giver of instructions, but he roughly frigged her pussy anyway, and after she’d climaxed, he tried to kiss her

“No don’t kiss me,” she said “I told you no kissing”

“Rub me some more Johnny,” she ordered

“Rub my pussy hard”

This went on for a while, he couldn’t have said say how long but he knew it was all getting a bit tedious and then she came again.

“Now you can lick my pussy” she said

“I don’t think so” he said “I’ve had enough of doing it by numbers”

“Just shut up and lick my pussy” she ordered “Now!”

“No, I don’t think I will, bossy arse” he snapped

“Lick my pussy” she demanded “Elaine told me you give great head, so give me head”

“No”

“But this is the way I like to do it” she insisted

“Until today” he said “Now we are doing it my way”

“But…” she began

“Stop talking” he barked “its sixty-nine time”

“Oh no I don’t do that” she said “I don’t kiss, and I don’t do that”

“Do as you’re told” he said “sit on my chest and suck my cock and when it’s in your mouth up to my balls I’ll nosh you”

Reluctantly she climbed on his chest with her juicy cunny inches from his face and then she consumed him up to his balls at the first attempt, so he began to sup from her juicy hole, but she didn’t stop sucking on him, but as soon as his expert tonguing brought her to another spine-tingling climax, she lifted her head from her task and turned to look at him and asked.

“Can you fuck me now please?”  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (474) Desecration

 

When he got her back to his room and they began to get into each other’s clothes he noticed, as she lay on the bed beneath him, her blouse unbuttoned and open, her trousers and underwear discarded on the floor, he noticed two things, which were major point droppers,

Firstly, she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, desecration as far as he was concerned and second, she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her mound which quite frankly he thought looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.

Even so they weren’t big enough point droppers to preventing him from spearing her, after all a shag is a shag.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (473) Final Appraisal

 

He gave her a good look over and his final appraisal was one of satisfaction, white silk blouse, no bra, classy with a hint sensuality. Flared skirt, long enough to preserve her modesty, but short enough to reveal the occasional glimpse of black stocking, but not enough to confirm whether they were hold ups or stockings with suspenders, but as she walked elegantly away on four-inch heels, he very much looked forward to finding out.

 


Sunday 1 January 2023

Choice Tales from the Vale – (472) Birthday Breakfast

Michael Stones was sat at the dining table with an empty plate in front of him, from which he had cleared every morsel of his full English birthday breakfast.

He had a mug of tea in one hand while the other one gripped the edge of the table rather firmly as his cousin Sally was under the table giving him a birthday blowjob.

His Dad walked into the room just a second or two after he’d emptied his sac into her mouth.

“Happy birthday son” his dad said and patted him on the back before returning the way he came in order to join his mum.

Michael had just taken a mouthful of tea when Dad suddenly asked

“Did you enjoy your birthday treat?”

And on hearing that question he almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the table.

“Steady son” his dad said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”

Well that comment didn’t help in the slightest. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (471) The Christmas Domestic Last Hurrah

 

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.

But this Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into the latter group.

Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited from his great uncle.

 

On his last day of his two weeks at the house, he was kept up later than he planned, as the family all wanted to have a farewell drink with him.

Although he enjoyed their company and was grateful for the sentiment, there was somewhere else he would have preferred to be.

He had arranged an assignation with cute housemaid Amy Galasso, with whom, following a chance encounter in the library on his first night, they had been having a satisfying and sustained affair.

It was after eleven o’clock when he got to his room and opened the door.

The light from the landing flooded into the room and in the centre of his bed was the unmistakable shape of his little housemaid laying in the foetal position with her back to him.

He closed the door and quickly undressed and joined her in bed, and cuddled up behind her, sliding one arm under her neck and wrapping it around her and resting his hand on her waist, while his other hand sought out her cute buttock, which was cold to his touch, which meant she hadn’t been there for long.

He began to caress the cold fleshy cheek until it began to warm, as did his ardour, as he caressed the subtle curves of her buttocks, slowly exploring every contour of its delicious shape until his fingers reached the radiant heat of her pussy.

Amy began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced around the wispy perimeter of her lips before his finger peeled her lips apart like opening a piece of ripe fruit and entered the creamy flesh inside.

She murmured coarsely in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand on her waist steadied her as he frigged her until she gasped. 

“Ohhhh Tristan” she said, “I thought you were never coming”

“I’m sorry” he said and kissed her shoulder, and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit the reached behind her and grabbed his cock as he continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.

With his cock in hand Amy wriggled her arse towards him and made a dreamy exclamation as he pushed his tip between her sticky lips.

“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him and was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired all day.

Amy was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again as he finished in a pulsating ejaculation.

 

“Well, that was worth waiting for” she said between pants.

“It was for me” Tristan replied

“A really nice one for our last time together” she said

“There’s more than that to come” Tristan replied

“Our last night together then” she said quietly    

“Do you want it to be our last night?” he asked

“Of course, not” she said, and her voice cracked

“Nor do I” Tristan said

“Really?” she asked and rolled over to face him

“Really” he replied

“Do you want me to come and be your housemaid?” she asked hopefully

“Absolutely not” he replied, and she was crestfallen “I want so much more”

“What are you saying?”

“I want you to come to New Zealand with me” he said

“You want me to be your housemaid in New Zealand?” she asked

“No”

“Your Housekeeper then” she said

“No, you silly girl, I want you to be a farmer’s wife” he explained

“What farmer?”

“This farmer” he said and pointed at his chest

Suffice is to say the news was well received and they fucked again that night and twice again the next morning.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (470) Guiltless

 

After Jo had finished despoiling him for his 21st birthday treat she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Because she loved her husband and used Paul simply for sex she felt no guilt, Jo had never been unfaithful to her husband until she had that overwhelming urge to join Paul in the shower that first time on that hot Saturday afternoon.

She didn’t regret satisfying that urge or any of the many other such urges to overcome her since.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (469) Keeping it in the Family

 

Lesley Willis had already gone to work, and her sister Caroline was baking in the kitchen, so Danny went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open, and a small figure walk in.

Without speaking Danny watched through the steamy glass as the figure undressed, he couldn’t see detail, but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade, but it was enough, and his imagination did the rest.

When the shower door opened Caroline paused briefly and was completely naked in front of him.

“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside with her eyes never leaving the erection he was sporting “And a large one”

At twenty-five years of age, he was not without experience with women, but Caroline was something else, she was like a ravenous beast, and he was the prey, far more than her sister.

He had only gone upstairs to shower but getting dirty with her for the first time made him really hungry for the many other occasions.