Choice Tales from the Vale – (525) Pier Review

 

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 the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, and Alastair Jonhson was a long-time resident.

But he spent just as much time down on the beach as he did at home, and he was a keen fisherman and liked fishing from the Pier or underneath it.

On Friday he reached the beach just in time to see Hannah and her sister Sophie walking down the promenade.

He hurried off because if Hannah spotted him, she would delay him from starting fishing, she was always wanting him to wet his rod in her.

He decided to fish off the end of the Pier as he didn’t think she would bother looking for him there, then he could find her later when he’d had enough fishing and fuck her.

 

“I’m going down to the sea” Hannah said as she and her sister walked past the Beach Huts “You can catch me up”.

“Ok I won’t be long behind you; I’ll catch you up,” said Sophie.

Hannah smiled because she knew her sister wouldn’t be along anytime soon because Sophie was about to get some twat action which was why she was going to find Alastair to get some action for her own pussy.

 

Alastair decided to fish off the lower deck at the end of the Pier where boats could tie up at high water. 

But when he started fishing high water was some time away, so he baited his hook and cast out and sat on the wooden bench.

However, he’d only been fishing for about ten minutes when Hannah found him.

“Hello Al”

“Not now Hannah I’m fishing” he protested.

“You’d rather fish than play with these beauties?” she asked as she removed her white bikini bra to expose her plump caramel-coloured titties.  

“Not now”

Undeterred Hannah walked right up to the fisherman and pulled the front of her white bottoms down to expose her black bush and pushed it right in his face so he could smell her horny scent and that got his attention.

 

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

Alastair pulled her bottoms off her cute buttocks and sat her down on his lap.

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

He slid his hand slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he found her teat.

He fondled her plump little tittie for a few minutes, and she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hand journeyed down her belly.

Hannah’s thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little murmur 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 as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips until she suddenly jumped up, and pausing only to pick up her costume, bent over on the bench beside him.

Her moist pink pussy was open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze, she turned and looked at him over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant with her biking bottoms in her mouth.

He stood up and approached her and dropped his shorts she was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny, and she moaned though her gag as he penetrated her juicy lips.

She began moaning uncontrollably as he pumped her pussy and her tits were jiggling so he took them in hand as she was truly relishing every stroke as he pumped into her again and again and with every deep penetration, she let out a grunt.

He could feel himself on the threshold and as her head was rolling wildly from side to side, he knew that Hannah was almost there too until he thrust into her one more time and she 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; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm salty air.

Hannah was the first to move as she pulled her bikini bottoms  from her mouth.

“God, I love fishing” she panted.

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