ITS TIME TO HAUL OUT THE HOLLY

 

Let’s haul out the holly

And I’ll make you blush

If you would just let me

Trim your Christmas bush

Choice Tales from the Vale – (581) The Honey Cunnied Cousin

 

Solicitor Ray Gordon drove from Abbottsford to Tipton to spend the Easter Weekend with his Aunt and Uncle’s family, he was expected sometime on the Morning of Good Friday, but the trial he was working on unexpectedly finished two days early, so he travelled to Tipton on Thursday.

He arrived just after lunch and used the spare key under the planter and let himself in.

As he entered, he found the house quiet but for the ticking of the Grandfather clock, so he deposited his bags in the hall and walked towards the kitchen, and it was as he approached the kettle that he became aware that he was not alone in the house.

He was going to call out and announce himself but he was intrigued by the nature of the sounds emanating from the utility room so he proceeded stealthily, and as he quietly approached he could see through the open the door and could view a most interesting scene, where his young cousin Derri, back from university, was stood in the corner with her back to him, her T-shirt and bra rucked up above her breasts and her jeggings pulled half way down her thighs, one hand was fondling her breast and the other one down the front of her knickers pleasuring herself.

He walked slowly and stealthily towards the room, on her blind side, and as he got closer, he could hear the soft moans accompanying her fingering.

He was about five or six paces from her when she suddenly became aware of his presence and gasped, then Derri withdrew her hand from her pussy and pressed herself close to the wall in an effort to cover up her nakedness, her pleasuring hand was now flat against the tiles, and he could distinctly see moisture glistening on two of her fingers.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Ray said continuing to close the distance between them and she said nothing Derri just stood stock still against the wall.

When he was standing directly behind her she took a deep breath, and as he put his hands against the naked skin of her waist, she let the breath out again.

He ran his hands slowly up her back and could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.

As his eager hands traversed her back, he tried to slip one hand between her and the tiles and grab one of her breasts, but Derri prevented him and pushed his hand, but not away, she pushed it down towards her pussy.

So, he obligingly moved his hand across her quivering flat belly and down into her knickers and ran his fingers through her coarse fluff and rubbed her mound of Venus gently, eliciting a low moan.

He continued to rub her gently for several moments and began to move towards her slit, but instead of fingering her gash he put his left hand on her hip and yanked her knickers and jeggings down to her knees with his right.

Then he slapped her small white cheek hard and left a big red handprint.

He knew he didn’t need to frig her fanny as he could see she was ready for him by the damp patch in her knickers, so he dropped his jeans and admired his erection for a moment.

Ray then slid his left hand from her hip across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.

She was breathing in quick short pants when he lifted her small frame off the ground.

Bringing her cunny 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 pussy.

She gasped as he penetrated her, he didn’t know if she was a virgin or not, she’s been at university for two years after all, but he also knew she was a keen rider and it’s difficult to tell with horsy types, many a cherry had been popped while in the saddle.

She was nice and tight though, and if she had been a virgin she wasn’t anymore.

He continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the shelf to give him some purchase while he fucked her.

She was hugging the tiled wall with her left hand on windowsill her right hand grasping the same shelf as Ray, and she was moaning uncontrollably as he pounded into her.

He was banging her so hard the cheeks of her little arse were slapping against his belly like wave lapping against the side of a boat.

Derri really was nicely tight, and he was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration, she let out little high-pitched grunts.

Ray could feel himself on the threshold and Derri had started to squeal with each stroke.

Her knuckles whitened as she hung on for dear life as he banged into her and her squeals turned to squeaks and ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid, and he finished inside his honey cunnied little cousin.

He left his cock up her until it twitched its last, and they were both breathing hard after their exertions when he pulled it out of her and Derri let out a long sigh, then he lowered her back to terra firma.

“Welcome home” he said and patted her cheek.

Then he wiped his wet cock on a piece of her laundry before redressing himself.

Derri didn’t speak, she just stood there against the wall, panting out long sighs, her jeggings and soiled panties still round her knees, and moisture glistening on the inside of her thighs.

As he left the utility room he said

“Get yourself showered and I’ll see in your room in ten minutes.”

Then he added

“But only if you’re interested in more of the same.”  

 

It was about a minute later when he heard her run noisily upstairs, and after he washed the lust off his body, he walked naked and erect to Derri’s room where she was already in bed waiting for another portion of her cousins’ cock.  

 

The Islands in the Bay – Chapter (119) Uniform Love

 

Paramedic Lee Houseman and accountant Adrian Robinson were near neighbours in Saxvirdan, in the same street in fact, just at opposite ends of it and ever since they first met on the day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a dinner party.

The friend was her fellow paramedic Frazer Richmond who was also a part time firefighter with Adrian.

During the course of the evening in between the course’s they talked about their interests, and they found common ground, and following that night there had been a definite “will they” or “wont they” vibe emanating from them, and there was a tangible sexual tension evident.

All though in truth Lee wouldn’t have been in any doubt but for her shyness and inexperience with the opposite sex, Adrian on the other hand had multiple options he just hadn’t committed.

 

Apart from their living in the same street, in the same village, they also had a keen interest in militaria and belonged to a club that exhibited military vehicles and uniforms at events all over Downshire and beyond, but the only time they exhibited on the island was at the Bellevue Cottage Hospital summer Fête.

 

Saxvirdan, is a small hamlet north of St Pierre, made up of former labourer’s cottages close to the remains of the old Roman fort site, so all of the house’s contain to some extent, materials acquired from the old Roman Buildings, and it was around ten o’clock on Saturday morning when Adrian knocked on the door of Lee’s cottage, dressed in a 1940’s Downshire Light Infantry Warrant Officers Uniform, and it wasn’t the first time he’d worn that particular Uniform, although he owned others.

When the door opened Lee was dressed in something he had never seen before, a WRAF Sergeants No 1 Dress Uniform.

“Wow where did you get that?” he asked “You look amazing”

“It was my grandma’s Mum found it when she cleared her cottage after she died” Lee said “Come inside, we’ve got time for tea”

“That’s a fabulous fit” he said as they entered her parlour.

“That’s all thanks to Lily Nunthorpe in St Pierre”

Lily owned a vintage clothes shop, “Then for Now” and specialised in repairing and rejuvenating old garments.

“She also managed to source the bits I was missing”

“Well it looks good on you” he said as she perched on the sofa

“Everything is 100% genuine” Lee said

“Everything?” he asked with raised eyebrows

“Everything” she replied and blushed

“Do you mind if I check for myself?” Adrian asked

“Ok” she replied and blushed deeper

He knelt on the floor and put his hand on her knee and said

“It feels authentic”

“Good” she replied, and her voice cracked

“But are they stockings? Or are they tights?”

“You’d better find out” she said falteringly

So his hand proceeded from her trembling knee along her taught thigh, pushing her skirt and under slip along with it.

Nothing was said as his hand travelled ever upward until his fingertips reached her suspender fastener and then as they reached her naked flesh she gasped, and his eyes never left her face.

But as his hand progress inside the antique silk his lips began kissing her thigh and she gasped again.

 

After he had feasted on her delights and made love to her on the sofa it was time for them to be going.

“I need to freshen up” she panted and kissed him, and he watched leave as he redressed himself.

 

When she returned, she looked as immaculate as she did when he first arrived, but as she tried to negotiate the hallway she stumbled.

“Are you ok?” he asked  

“Yes, it’s just my legs are a bit wobbly” she giggled

“You’d better take my arm then” he suggested

“But if people see us arm in arm, they’ll think we are an item” She pointed out

“I don't mind that” Adrian retorted

“But are we?”

“Are we what?”

“An item” she said

“Well after you lured me inside with the promise of a cup of tea and then seduce me, I would jolly well hope we are an item” he said.

“Really?” she said and then added

“Hang on a minute though, you seduced me, and I never got to drink my tea”

“Would you rather have had the tea?” he asked

“No fear” she replied and squeezed his arm

The Islands in the Bay – Chapter (118) Long Lake Lust

 

Kelly White was as horny as hell, she always was when she just finished her period, but with all the work to do on Long Lake Farm, finding a suitable recipient for her lust was not an option at that moment, so took matters into her own hands in the interim.

Meanwhile on Crag Edge Jonathan Chapman lay in bed having awoken from a series of fevered erotic dreams in which he watched Kelly dressed in a variety of uniforms and then Kelly undressed and appeared in a different guise.

He was left feeling rather frustrated, as he got up and started his day and spent the rest of the day trying not to think about Kelly but inevitably the more, he tried not to think of her the more he did.

In the end neither of them could put their salacious thoughts from their minds and met in the stand of trees by Shepherds Lake and slaked their sensual thirsts and satisfied their primeval appetites.

 

It proved to be a very productive arrangement for Heather Edwards and Frazer Richmond during that fortnight as they collaborated on the Fête and their friendship was as mutually agreeable as it had been in the past, if not more so.

However as the big day arrived in mid-August their thoughts, which had been almost exclusively wrapped up in things relating to do with the Fête, were suddenly preoccupied with what would follow it.

After all the Fête had become all-consuming and they both dreaded the post Fête void. 

 

Late on Friday afternoon Molly and Danny returned after their prolonged European sojourn having enjoyed their trip immensely, they would gladly have stayed a further week, but they wanted to get back in time for the summer Fête. 

FAMILY DESIGNATION

 

They used to meet up

At a designated place

Where his sister-in-law

Sat writhing on his face

SEX PEST

He was the victim at work,

Of the office sex pest

But instead of reporting her

He impaled her over a desk

GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

 

George thought she was a dragon

At least at his first glance

However he visited the dragon’s lair

Just on the off chance

And the good knight slayed her

Over a boulder with his lance

Choice Tales from the Vale – (580) Me and Miss Scrooge

 

As Martin Saint emerged from the lane in the early hours, he smiled because he could still see a lot of lights burning at the snooker club, so he knew he had to investigate.

He went straight round the back and as expected the door wasn’t locked, so he opened the door quietly and stepped inside, and closed and locked the door behind him.

Then he tiptoed upstairs to where he knew “Scrooge” would be in her counting house, and approached the door until he could see Phylis Tucker seated at her desk.

She was a serious young woman in her late twenties, tall, skinny with black hair, and the reason she was thought of as Scrooge was both her curtness and her propensity to wear nothing but black.

From the doorway he said

“Good morning, Miss Scrooge”

“What are you doing here?” she asked startled

“I was just passing, and the door was open” he replied

“What do you want Mr. Saint?” she snapped “I’m very busy and it’s very late”

“Don’t worry” he said as he walked into the room “I’m not here to rob you”

“I don’t believe you” she said and then all of a sudden, she sprang up from the chair and made a lunge for the money and got there marginally before him, but he got a firm hold oh her wrists and used his body weight to pin her against the desk.

Then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled the notes from her small birdlike hands, which once empty she used to support her weight.

“That’s a lot of cash” he said

“I thought you weren’t here to steal from me” she cried

“I’m not” he said and opened the desk drawer and threw the loose fold of notes in the drawer and closed it.

Then as he was considering his next move, Phylis Tucker, aka Miss Scrooge, started to rub her bony arse against him.

“So you want to play, do you?”

She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and she pushed again against the lump in his trousers and then he began hiking up her black skirt; she always wore black, that was one of the things he liked about her, she was like a witch.

He released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.

It was a good quality garment, lined, and not from a catalogue, she was a classy witch, she always dressed well.

So Phylis was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms, and the hem of her skirt was halfway up her back.

Martin ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards, it was such a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick and her knickers came down at the same time.

So with knickers and tights safely around her knees and thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind, which he somehow doubted, in fact he thought that the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, his cock.

He undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade, and he thought if she was going to run that was the moment as he sat there and stared at her bony white arse, and as she fidgeted on the desk he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless and his cock responded so he probed a digit between her lips almost like checking the oil level on a car and Phylis let out a low moan and his finger came out wet.

“Come on then Ebeneezer if you want to play” he commanded and

Miss Scrooge, who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when she showed that she was no stranger to cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of his nob on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.

Martin thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and finish her off, but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to bust he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair and he stood up with his cock still in her and with five or six lengths he finished her over the desk.

He did think of spaffing his load all over her bony arse but she had been a surprisingly satisfying shag, so he emptied his lot inside her and when he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy he pulled her skirt down and wiped his greasy cock on it then put it back so she was left uncovered.

Martin redressed himself she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony arse and bejewelled Minge on full display.

He continued watching for a few minutes and she stirred and got to her feet then pulled up her knickers and tights and let her skirt fall and it bore a large greasy smear and when Phylis noticed it, she smiled.

“You see I told you I wasn’t going to steal from you, I didn’t even steal your virtue” he said

“Good night, Miss Scrooge and thank you”

THERE WAS A HOLE IN HIS LIFE

 

There was a hole in his life, and

He hoped she might fill that hole

But what she wanted in her life

Was just for someone to fill her hole

THE EVENING BEGAN

 

The evening began with him

Knocking on her front door,

Ten minutes after that he was

Banging on her back door

Choice Tales from the Vale – (579) Ayia Napa Delights

Kristy Shepherd and Linda Unbeck met in a nightclub on Ayia Napa when they were both on separate hen weekends and an alcohol fueled kiss led to a two-day Carnal feast of electric sex and then they went their separate ways. 

Three months later Kristy was attending her friend’s wedding at St Lucy’s in Sharpington and officiating at the ceremony was lusty Linda and she was gobsmacked.

Kristy didn’t know she was a Vicar or even that she was from Downshire.

They didn’t talk much, to be honest their tongues were otherwise employed.

But once she got over the shock she was incredibly turned on. 

Then she thought that Kristy’s sexual offertory was obviously a test, and Linda was being tempted, and as the Vicar had succumbed, she had failed miserably.

All through the ceremony pornographic pictures of Linda filled her head, and she also pictured the other women of the congregation naked in a variety of sexual poses, some of whom she’d actually done as well as some she would still like to do.

But mainly she pictured her defrocking the Vicar from her vestments and when she made eye contact with Linda and saw the smile illuminate her face, she knew she would be tasting consecrated flesh and smiled smugly to herself.   

Choice Tales from the Vale – (578) Lust in the Snow

 

Darron Jackaman and Lesley Fitzgerald on a short break, between Christmas and New Year, in the Pepperstock Hills National Park and had rented a cottage in the small village of Oxley Green.

On their first full day they went for a walk in the forest after breakfast, the Park had already had their first significant fall of snow of the winter and as they walked together hand in hand it began to snow again.

They stopped in the woods and kissed and very soon their thoughts turned to carnal delights.

The woods were deserted and silent but for the gentle fall of snow and very soon Darron’s hands had rummaged their way into her clothes and gropes at her tits.

Lesley was really enjoying his attentions but she was getting impatient so she broke away and turned her back on him and pulled her trouser and knickers down and sank to her knees and looked out across the clearing.
He stood behind her and dropped his jeans and pants before he joined her on the forest floor and knelt behind her in the snow.
He smelt her hair as he nuzzled her neck and placed his hands softly on her ample hips before his nuzzles turned to kisses.
Lesley purred as his fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her nakedness and his hands slid upwards across her silky skin to caress the cupolas of her breasts, and as his fingers teased her swelling mammilla she turned her head toward him and their mouths met in wet hungry consumption.
As passion intensified he slid one hand slowly down across her belly, fingers dallying briefly, in the lushness of her bush before finding the moist recess he was searching for and her fervid response to his fingering brought her to the brink and then bending her at the waist he quickly pushed her forward until her head touched the snow.
This presented her round buttocks to him so he could see her open lipped pudendum glistening moistly even as the snow fell she slid his hands up and cupped her great pendulous breasts, caressing both breast and teats as he penetrated her heat.

 

Darron and Lesley were panting and sweating in the snow.

“Wow I didn’t think our first time would be like this” she said.

“No, I didn’t see this coming when we set off this morning” Darron replied.

“It was dammed good all the same” she replied as she put her tits away while watching Darron put his dripping stork back in his pants, then after pulling her drawers up over her bush and yanking her trousers up she kissed him.

“But I want our next fuck to be in the comfort of the cottage.” She said and ran off down the track giggling.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (577) Flushed Christmas

 

In the early morning mists of late September Cameron Elliott was involved in a fifteen-car pileup on the Finchbottom Expressway which almost took his life.

He suffered multiple fractures, a lacerated liver and a punctured lung and was in an induced coma for three weeks.

When he was allowed to go home, his girlfriend Jenny Flynn and his sister Megan looked after him, it was an uphill struggle but as Christmas approached a corner was turned.

 

It was a bright winter morning two days before Christmas, Jenny was pottering around the bedroom in her nightie and chatting ten to the dozen as Cameron lay in bed.

When he first came home, she slept in an armchair beside the bed for the first week, after that she moved into the spare room at night, she missed sleeping beside him, she had hoped that would have changed by Christmas.

Jenny sighed to herself and then after drawing the curtains went over to the bed.

“Time to get you sat up” she said with a smile and reached across him.    

“Morning girls” he said as he gazed down the top of her nightie as she leant forward, and her beautiful braless fruits hung before his lusty gaze.

“Behave, you’ll strain something” she retorted with a chuckle, but she made no effort to block his view.

“I won’t strain anything by playing with the girls” he said groping her tits and playing with her nipples through the silk of her nightie.

Jenny closed her eyes as he caressed her breasts and said wistfully. 

“I’ve missed your big hands and long fingers touching me”.

“Have you missed my tongue?” he asked, and her eyes suddenly opened.

“So much” she replied dreamily.

“Then you’d better get these off then” he said tugging at her knicker elastic.

“I haven’t showered yet” she protested.

“Even better” Cammeron retorted, and she was up like a shot and pulling her pants down and a few moments later her gamey treasure  settled on his face.

 

Jenny emerged from the bedroom flush faced and smiling and walked across the landing.

“You’re looking very pleased with yourself” Megan said as she reached the top of the stairs.

“Cameron is feeling better” Jenny retorted smugly and waved her knickers in Megans direction before going into the bathroom.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (576) A Good Reason to Stay

 

Nicola Bevacqua was fast approaching her 18th birthday and although she wasn’t aware of it was considered to be an absolute beauty, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

Nicola of course didn’t see herself that way and found it difficult to express her true nature because she was painfully shy.

It was appropriate that she sounded the part as she was a day boarder at Carrington Chase, which was Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.

 

Although Nicola was almost an adult, she still had to wear full school uniform every day, which she found very annoying, but it was a quirk  of the school, and it was the best.

During term time she lived at her Godmother Mary Fairhurst’s house in Carrington as her family home was in Abbottsford.

She did of course go home during the holidays and most weekends, but not all, but Nicola seldom went out and when she did, it was with the Fairhurst’s, who did their best to make her feel part of the family, but it was not the same as being at home.  

 

David Fairhurst was the eldest child at 23 and was the only one of the family who hadn’t really had any dealings with Nicola.

He had been at university for three years and when he was home for holidays she was back in Abbottsford.

However now he was doing his master’s he was studying a lot of the time at home, but due to her shyness their interactions were very limited.

He really liked what he’d seen and figured she would probably warm up a little one she got used to him being around, but it was taking a while, so he decided he should be more proactive.

 

He made sure that he was downstairs when she returned home from college and he noticed that some days, more often than not, she would come through the front door and rush straight upstairs to her room, and he came to realize what that meant.

So, on one Friday afternoon when he was alone in the house, when she arrived home and rushed straight upstairs, he knew it was because she was horny, and she was going to finger herself as he’d overheard her fingering her minge on a couple of occasions.

David gave Nicola a 10-minute head start before quietly retracing her steps until he was outside her bedroom door where he could clearly hear the tell-tale sound of a girl fingering her own pussy.

Having already taken the precaution of employing WD40 on the hinges and the door lock he silently opened the door.

David could see her school shoes on the floor where she had hurriedly kicked them off and a pair of pink panties also hurriedly discarded.

Nicola was kneeling face down on the bed with her pink moist pussy on display, her small digits working at her wet flesh.

As much as he was enjoying the view, he wanted to join in, so he noisily closed the door and said. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you”.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed and collapsed onto her front with her thighs clamped together and her buttocks clenched.

“I’m so embarrassed, I can’t believe you caught me, … like this”.

“Don’t be embarrassed” David said, “Everyone does it”.

“Everyone doesn’t get caught doing dirty stuff” she retorted.

“Well, I think we need to address the elephant in the room” he said as his fingers caressed the back of her knee.

“Wha…!” she exclaimed but her thighs remained clammed shut.

“You came running up to your room” he continued as his fingers traced lightly up her the back of her thighs “Because you were horny”.

“Yes” she gasped as his fingertips inched ever higher.

“And you’re still horny” he pointed out.

Yes” she gasped again.

“Then get back up on your knees” he instructed, his fingertips only inches from her clenched buttocks.

“What are you going to do?” she asked as she began to move.

“What you couldn’t do” he replied as she raised herself up on her knees.

“Make you cum” he added as his fingers reached her pussy.

 

Her taught young body ebbed and flowed with the steady rhythm of his two fingered penetrations, until she came noisily and collapsed onto the bed when he had finished her and withdrew his fingers from her juicy cunny, he picked up her pink panties and wiped his digits clean with them before discarding them on the bed next to her panting sweating body.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes” he replied as he heard his mother and siblings emerging from the car outside “but not today”.

Nicola audibly sighed

“Will it be soon?” she asked as he opened the bedroom door.

“Soon” he responded, “And remember, the next time you come home horny, come and find me and I’ll make you cum”.

 

Nicola only had to wait two days for him to take her virginity, and when he took her to his bed it was the first of many times and it turned out that she had a good reason not to go home to Abbottsford every weekend, and that reason was cock, or more precisely Davids’s cock. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (575) The Handover Cure

 

Tim Atkinson was home from university unexpectedly and having got a lift with friends he arrived home around dawn.

The reason for his unprecedented early start was because he wanted to get home for his parents wedding anniversary which was the next day. 

He did know that they were having a very boozy early celebration with some friends, so he wasn’t expecting to find them up and about, but as he entered the house, he found a casualty sleeping on the sofa, and it was his mum’s best friend Claire Hallwood.

She was quite a few years younger than his mum and he’d fancied her since he first started to wank, and she was still fit.

Judging by the pile of discarded clothes scattered around the floor she was lying on the sofa naked with only a cotton sheet separating him from her naked form.

Claire was laying on her back with one foot resting on the arm, poking out under the sheet and the other was on the floor.

Having always fancied her for years Tim couldn’t  resist having a peak.

So, he took hold of the corner of the sheet and gently tugged it off over her breasts until they were revealed and her freshly exposed nipples began to erect in the cool morning air.

He watched her sleeping face as he continued to tug the sheet off her and it drifted slowly down across her belly and the first strands of pubic hair appeared and then her lush curly bush was fully exposed, and she still slept.

It only took one more, firm tug and she was completely naked, and he sat back on his haunches and admired the view.

Tim initially just wanted a peak at her body but now he could see it he wanted to touch it, so he did.

He began by running his hands up the inside of her thighs from her knees to her groin and she murmured in her sleep, then he allowed his fingers to toy with her tousled curls but after a moment his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.

She murmured again in response to his fingering but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.

Having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her, so he opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her juicyness and stimulated her clit at the same time.

As he worked on her she stirred a little but still slept and was doubtless enjoying a lip creaming dream, a couple more penetrations she stirred a little more and licked her lips, and then sucked in air through her teeth as he continued to frig her.

But before long he brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between an erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of being fingered or if she was actually getting a frigging.

However, when he found her g-spot it left her in no doubt as she opened her eyes, and she knew for sure that someone’s fingers were  inside of her.

“Oh Tim, what are you doing?” She said and then closed her eyes again and let him take her to climax.

“Cock now” she demanded and then she was up off her back and onto her knees, with her pussy presented to him and buried her face in the sofa cushions.

He didn’t need asking twice and quickly positioned himself behind her and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and even with her face hidden he could still hear her suck air in through her teeth.

 

After a sustained pounding of her velvety wet pussy, her moans grew in intensity as the pace quickened, until she came with an animal grunt and his ejaculation pulsed inside her.

After a few moments of silence her face suddenly appeared, and she looked at him and said.

“That’s a great hangover cure darling”.

“I’ve never heard it called that before” Tim retorted as he withdrew from her and sat down on the sofa.

“Just one thing though” she said as she turned around. 

“What’s that?”

“Don’t tell your mother” She replied then took his sticky stalk in her mouth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (574) Savoury Treat

 

Sam and Sofia Austin were both paramedics but worked on different trucks, so they didn’t always get home at the same time and on one particularly hot day Sofia got home first so she got herself ready for his arrival.

She was normally very fastidious about her personal hygiene but once in a while she would go unwashed down below for a couple of days and give him a savoury treat.

Then after he’d noshed on her she would be rewarded by a nerve tingling fuck when he would bang her slats in.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (573) Christmas Promise

 

Gareth McCallion got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks in part to a very vivid dream about a girl called Scarlet who he had shagged on a leather chair in her father’s study when he was seventeen, but he also had a date with Donna Price that night and he was on a promise.

He had a shower and a shave before leaving to meet Donna at the Church Hall and he was still horny.

When he found her, she was wearing a baggy Christmas sweater which disguised her shape well, but he knew where all the lumps and bumps were, even though he’d not yet made meaningful contact with them with his hands and similarly the leggings showed her lower curves off deliciously well.

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

“I wouldn’t miss tonight for the world” 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 I’ve thought of nothing else” she said and kissed his mouth “We’ll go back to my cottage after the party, and you can fuck my brains out”.

Donna smiled and kissed him, and he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and Donna 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 for this night, so another couple of hours won’t hurt”.

“We could do it sooner and later” he said nibbling her ear.

“Behave yourself” she snapped “some of these youngsters are my Sunday School Pupils, and the vicars just over there”.

“They won’t see anything” he said, “It’s quite dimly lit”.

“I don’t know about that” Donna said doubtfully.

“It’s even darker over here” Gareth said and manoeuvred her into a dark corner behind a curtain 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.

Gareth paused his nibbling and saw that Donna 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.

Donna continued to bite her lip and Gareth 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.

“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 her cottage which was at the other end of the village and his house was in the next village.

Fortunately, apart from being a Sunday School Teacher she was also a  secretary at the Church, so she had access to the key cupboard, and let them into the scout hut that stood behind the Church Hall. 

In the middle of the floor was a pile of tents which had been used for the Christmas Bazaar but had not yet been stowed away.

So, Gareth sat her tidy little arse on the pile of tents and resumed his earlier fingering while Donna 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 or two of this frenetic fondling Donna 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.

Donna 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 Gareth” 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.

Donna 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 the cottage tonight” she panted. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (572) Service Station

 

Alex Lynn and Karen Cherry were both naked, drinking coffee, sitting at the same kitchen table he had just fucked her on, there was even some biological deposits visible on the melamine. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” he asked, “You never mentioned before we got at it”.

“Well, I was on my way to Mum and Dads for the weekend when I got really horny, and I thought, who do I know around here that can scratch my itch?” she explained, and he nodded.

“And someone came immediately to mind, physically fit, good looking, well hung and capable of ringing my bell”.

“Ok”

“And I thought of the perfect person, but he wasn’t home, so I came here” and then Karen laughed; in fact, she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.

“You don’t want seconds before you go then?” he asked so she stopped laughing and took him by the hand and led Alex upstairs to bed were they had a much more leisurely fuck.

Karen was back on the road to her parents by 11.00am and Alex went back to sleep and didn’t wake again until after five.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (571) Cloakroom Usherette

 

Theatre Manager Tim Butt caught one of his usherettes Kelly Byrne fingering herself the cloakroom, Tim didn’t want to embarrass her, so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the gaps in a coat rack as she fingered her crack.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her fanny as she was one of the number of staff member her had skewered from time to time, Kelly had been on the receiving end on numerous occasions and judging by the full-on boner he was sporting she was about to get some more.

Kelly of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the cloakroom, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What are you up to then?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”

She was still fingering her crack so with her free hand she reached out  and grabbed at his lump.

That, and the pleading look in her eyes, told him she wanted him to release the beast, so he complied, and she immediately grabbed his swollen cock.

“How long have you been watching me?” she asked between kisses.

“Long enough” he replied.

“Oh yes, it is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy.

But Tim wasn’t ready to go in her just yet, so he knelt before her dirty blonde pussy and noshed on her juicy cunt, which after her delicious self-abuse was very juicy indeed and so it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax and he was soon in front of her again and this time he let Kelly plug his cock into her juicy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking, the same as she always did.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (570) Christmas Affair

 

It was a funny old life, Harry thought, as he looked down at his sister-in-law Beth’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, she screamed.

It was a bonus night of passion that they seized upon after a snowstorm forced them to spend the night at a Hotel as the trains weren’t running.

 

The next morning, 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 Beth didn’t have to wait long for her train and when she saw him, she gave him a wave from her carriage.

 

After what Beth 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.