Choice Tales from the Vale – (512) Moonlight Ride

 

The village of Brocklington is 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.

 

Downshire was experiencing an Indian summer, so it was a beautiful September evening when teenager Dean Lodder

and his girlfriend Maisy Lawson were sat by the river in the beer garden of the Mulberry Tree discussing a present he’d got her.

“Am I going to like it?” she asked.

“You’re going to love it” he replied.

“When can I have it?”

“Straight after we leave here” he replied.

“Well let’s get going” she said excitedly and finished her drink.

 

They left the car park on his bike, with him pedalling and her on the crossbar, emerging onto the lane and headed in entirely the wrong direction.

“Where are we going?” she asked with her arms around his neck.

“We’re going for a ride in the moonlight”.

he said, “very romantic”.

“Yes, but where are we going?”

“Somewhere special, that’s all I’m saying” he replied mysteriously.

They cycled for about an hour, or rather travelled for an hour because there were hills that the needed to push the bike up but there were some, they could come down quickly with Daisy on the handlebars.

The last part of the journey was through the woods along a track that led to a clearing with picnic table. 

“Why have we come here?” she asked.

“Well, it’s our anniversary” Dean replied.

“What anniversary?”

“It’s a year to the day since I took your cherry” he said.

“That’s really sweet” Daisy said and kissed him.

“So, are you going to do it again?”

“Well, I can’t pop your cherry again” he retorted with a chuckle.

“After all virginity is like a balloon, one prick and its gone”.

“Oh yeh” she giggled.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t do something we’ve never done before” he said and put his hand up her skirts, but she clamped her thighs shut.

“Wait till you're asked” she said and jumped off the crossbar.

“Where are you going?”

“I need a wee” she said and ran off into the bushes.

“Then we can play” she shouted.

He couldn’t hear her peeing, and he did try, just a lot of rustling.

She reappeared from the bushes carrying her cardigan over her arm  and her underwear in her hand and when she noticed him looking at them, she said.

“Well, I’m not going to need them, am I?”

 

Dean was sitting at one of the picnic tables, so Daisy sat her cute buttocks on the table in front of him with her feet on the bench either side of him with her hands resting on the knotted wood as his hands slid along her thighs pushing her dress up at the same time and when he reached the top he said

“You’ve waxed your muffin.”

“Yes, do you like it?” Daisy said.

“I’ll tell you in a moment” he retorted and pulled her to the edge of the table, and she pulled her dress off over her head and lay back as Dean pushed her knees wide apart and leant forward and kissed her hairless lips and she murmured in approval.

He parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her umami tang and noshed on her juicy cunt.

As wet as she was it was obvious, she had been excited at the prospect of al fresco sex again at the place of her deflowering or just the anticipation of a shag, whatever it was it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax.

Dean stood up and un-trousered his cock and gripping it firmly he plugged me into her hot cunny and as his balls reached her labia, she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and her hands gripped the edge of the table as he fucked her.

and she was moaning delightfully as she received one stroke after another, appreciating every inch, and the noises she made were not what you would have expected from a Vicars daughter.

As she lay back on the table the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty as her head rolled from side to side and her back arched displaying her ribs, as she reached the end, and he followed immediately.  

“Wow” she murmured “Even better than the first time”.

 

After a brief period to catch their breaths, they got their second wind after which they reversed roles, Dean sat on the table and Daisy on the bench where she took his cock in her mouth then when he lay back on the table, she rode him until they both came.