Choice Tales from the Vale – (586) Home for the Holidays

 

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors who, thanks to its closeness to the Finchbottom Expressway and the deepwater seaport of Pipershaven, have easy access to the park.

Amidst the magnificent mixed forestry to the south and east of the Pepperstock Hills National Park sits the beautiful village of Pepperstock Green.

Throughout Downshire and the Finchbottom Vale there is an abundance of quaint and picturesque villages and hamlets, but Pepperstock Green is particularly picturesque, with evidence of the thousand years since it was first settled.

Notably its 12th century Church, two Tudor Inn’s, a Victorian Schoolhouse and Cottages representing ever era, spread almost haphazardly around the green that gives the village its name, amidst the craggy woodland.

 

At the center of the large rambling village, both geographically and spiritually, is St Agatha’s Church where teenagers Tara Moss and Holly Barnes were choristers, and it was at Choir practice where they first met even though they were both pupils at Barnabus Boarding School, and they lived in the same street, because there was two years between them.

Holly was only 15 when she first saw Tara and she was instantly smitten, and she was pretty sure Tara felt the same but although she was 17 and doing her A levels, she was much less confident than Holly who was bursting with confidence, compared to the older girl’s acute shyness.

It was during rehearsals for the Christmas Concert, and had it been left to Tara they would never have got together, as it was, nothing happened until Easter when they kissed in the vestry after the Easter Service.

After that they were inseparable until September when Tara left for university when they had to settle for Facetime and sexting. 

So, they really looked forward to the holidays, and Tara came home whenever she could, and it was always special, but it was the Easter Holiday that turned out to be extra special.

 

Holly Barnes’ diminutive figure walked around the corner, wearing her Barnabus Boarding School uniform when Tara spotted her.

She was standing on her doorstep, and she thought Holly looked really hot in the Burgundy blazer with green piping, white blouse, burgundy tie, plaid skirt, and green knee socks.

Holly didn’t look up as she walked past the house because she wasn’t expecting to see Tara until the next day, so she walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Holly turned around abruptly and was about to swear when she realized who it was and threw herself in her arms.

After a long languorous kiss Tara said

“Let’s take it inside, we’ve got 2 hours before mum gets home”

“I’d love to, but I need to shower and change first”

“I’ll take it as it comes” Tara said

“But I’m not, fresh” she whispered

“I want you now, and I want you how you are” Tara said and as she was normally so timid Holly was really turned on.

 

Half an hour later they were on Tara’s bed with Holly, naked below the waste, blazer and blouse unbuttoned, her bra hanging loose above her breasts, and her white knuckled hands gripping the headboard while she sat on Tara’s face as she noshed on her lover’s gamey young minge.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (585) The Long Hot Summer (Part Two)

Norman Simpson was a middle-aged curmudgeonly writer who was renting a farm cottage for the summer, as he had a deadline fast approaching and the distractions of the city were affecting his focus.

His home was in Abbottsford where he had lived alone for 5 years following his divorce.

The cottage was located on Spurgin’s farm between Pepperstock Green and Quarry Hill and was booked by his editor via a local estate agent.

Clifford Conway was his real name, his pseudonym Norman Simpson, was the name of an obscure character in one of his early books, which he used when booking hotels and restaurants. 

The Cottage was about half a mile from the farmhouse and other buildings so it should have suited him perfectly.

However, that didn’t take into account 20-year-old Victoria Spurgin’s presence.

One unbearably hot day in July he had spent some time before lunch entertaining the naïve twenty-year-old cleaner.

 

It was long after lunch when the raven-haired Victoria bound back through the door of the cottage.

“Sorry, there was a lot of washing up to do and they took an age to go back up the hill” she said excitedly

“You’re too late” he said as he sat on the sofa with his laptop open “I’ve started work again and I can’t stop when I’m in the groove” 

“But you said I could have more of the same when I came back” she said

“You were late” he stated

“But I said sorry, and I was very excited because you made me cum a lot” she said quietly

“You’ve cum before though” he said

“Yes, but I never cum like that when I…” she began

“When you finger yourself” he said

“Yes” she replied and blushed

“I’d like to see that, why don’t you show me” he suggested “That would make me close my laptop”

“No, no, don’t make me do that” she pleaded “anything but that”

“Ok, I do want to see that, but I’ll wait until you’re ready to show me” Norman said “Undress for me instead”

“What?” she gasped

“Undress for me” he repeated

“Do you mean everything?” she asked sheepishly

“Everything” he replied as he tucked his laptop down the side of the sofa

“And then you’ll do stuff?” she asked

“I promise you will not be disappointed”  

Victoria kicked off her trainers and slowly removed her ankle socks and threw them on top of her shoes.

She looked at him and blushed as she pulled down the zip on the back of her dress.

Victoria turned her back on him as she let the dress fall to the floor and she stood before him in her pants and bra.

He smiled when he noticed they were not the same knickers he yanked off her earlier, they were now pale blue.

Then as she reached her hands behind her back to unhook her bra, he saw dark tufts of hair under her arms, he had never come across hairy armpits before and he found it strangely alluring.

He also noticed as she unhooked her bra that it did not match either the knickers she was wearing or the ones that he cast on to the floor before lunch, that he didn’t find alluring, he liked lingerie to match, if not a set than at least the same hue, but as far as Victoria’s seduction was concerned it was not a deal breaker. 

As her bra landed on the carpet, he watched with great anticipation as she pushed her panties off the white globes of her arse and down her muscular thighs to her knees where gravity took them to her ankles from where they were kicked away.

Once she was naked, she took a deep breath and turned around and he got his first look at her full rounded breasts and his first full view of the hairiest pussy he had seen.

She stood motionless and proud as he appraised her but then she lost her nerve under his lustful gaze, and she leapt towards him and crawled on top of him and straddled him and immediately wrapped her muscular arms around his neck so he couldn’t see her nakedness anymore.

She relaxed her grip after a minute or two and looked pitifully at him until he pressed his mouth on hers and they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues while Norman’s hands groped her ample buttocks.

His hand soon found its way to her hair pussy before he reacquainted himself with her tender juicy loins and while he fingered her tight young pussy with two fingers of his right hand, he wet the forefinger of his other hand in her juice and screwed it in her anus which took her by surprise

“Oh my God” she exclaimed and winced, but she offered no protest, so he fingered both holes until she screamed and collapsed limply in his arms panting hard. 

After ten minutes her breathing had shallowed, and she was able to speak and sighed

“That was so dirty”

 

After another 5 minutes Norman slapped her crisply on her buttock and said,

“Come on, its time”

“Just five more minutes and then I’ll go home” she pleaded

“I don’t want you to go home” he said

“What then?” she asked

“I want you upstairs so I can split your whiskers” Norman replied

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t you know what comes next after all the fun?”

He asked and she shook her head

“Do you want to find out?”

“Will it make me cum again?” Victoria asked

“Definitely” he assured her, and she jumped up and ran upstairs shouting over her shoulder.

“Come on then”

 

The heat of the day had raised passions that led from some casual fingering to him splitting her whiskers for the first of many times during the summer.

As their sex fueled relationship flourished, her juices and his writing flowed like fine wine and he finished the book well inside the deadline and when he left the farm in September, he took Victoria with him so he could continue banging her back in the city.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (584) The Long Hot Summer (Part One)

 

Norman Simpson was a middle-aged curmudgeonly writer who was renting a farm cottage for the summer, as he had a deadline fast approaching and the distractions of the city were affecting his focus.

His home was in Abbottsford where he had lived alone for 5 years following his divorce.

The cottage was located on Spurgin’s farm between Pepperstock Green and Quarry Hill and was booked by his editor via a local estate agent.

Clifford Conway was his real name, his pseudonym Norman Simpson, was the name of an obscure character in one of his early books, which he used when booking hotels and restaurants. 

The Cottage was about half a mile from the farmhouse and other buildings so it should have suited him perfectly.

However, that didn’t take into account 20-year-old Victoria Spurgin’s presence.

She was the granddaughter of the matriarch of the family Alberta and the niece of her Maiden Aunts, Iris and Daisy.

It was a remote sheep farm high up on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the three older women did all the shepherding leaving Victoria to do all the domestic chores, which included cleaning once a week at the cottage. 

Which he found very distracting, because it was a hot summer, and she wore summer dresses that showed every curve and her underwear.

She also possessed a naivety of how affecting her figure was and how attractive she was.       

But whether by accident or design she was always bending over immodestly, showing him a view of her panties, up her skirt or dress.

 

One unbearably hot day in July he watched as Victoria took the vacuum cleaner lead in her hand and climbed onto the sofa and leant over the arm to reach the socket, and with one foot on the floor and one leg on the sofa he was afforded a great view up her dress of her pink knicker, and her contents, the same as she did every week, only this week he took it as an invitation.

As she located the plug in the socket, he had a notion to plug her socket, so he knelt on the floor between her legs and put his hand on her hip and pinned her down 

“You’ve been flashing your knickers at me all summer, so I assumed you wanted me to have a closer look” he said and lifted the bottom of her dress to fully expose her pink clad buttocks

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” she said

“No need to apologize!” he assured her as he squeezed her buttock “Very nice”

“I really didn’t mean to” she pleaded

“Maybe it’s something in your knicker you wanted me to see then” he said and hooked his thumb up her knicker leg “Oh yes, there it is” he added, released the pressure on her hip and slipped his finger between her lips and her protestation ceased.

 

After making her cum she immediately adjusted her position, so she was kneeling on the sofa with her buttocks in the air

“So, you want some more?” he asked

“Yes please” she replied in a muffled voice, so he pulled her knickers off her buttocks and slipped two fingers into her tight pussy and soon located her G-spot, and she soon went rigid as he made her cum hard, and then she collapsed limply onto the sofa. 

 

He sat and watched her while her body relaxed and her breathing shallowed, and he listened to her contented sighs and numerous fanny farts.

As she was sufficiently recovered, he got up and slapped her cheek which made a delicious sound.

“Time to get on you back” he announced, and she rolled over and he unceremoniously yanked her knickers off.

“Is there more?” she asked holding the front of dress firmly over her pussy

“Do you want there to be more?” he asked

“God yes” she exclaimed which made him laugh

“Sit up and spread your legs wide then” he said, and she complied, but she was still holding the front of the dress firmly over her pussy.

He put a hand behind each knee and pulled sharply so his target was where he wanted it, and she yelped.

Then he began kissing down the inside of her sweaty thigh and she tensed in anticipation and by the time he reached it she had exposed her minge and buried his face in her juicy cunny and feasted on the mix of cum, sweat and womanhood and she moaned loudly as his mouth and tongue worked at her juicy flesh and took her onward to another orgasm.

 

She was moaning and sighing on the sofa when she suddenly leapt up in a panic.

“I have to go” she announced “I have to finish the lunch”

“Ok” he said as he watched her pull her pink knickers back up

“Sorry” she panted “And thank you for the… phwoar”

“You’re welcome” he said, and she rushed out the door only to reappear again a moment later

“Can I come back after lunch?”

“Only if you want more of the same” he replied

“See you later then” she said excitedly

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (569) Christmas Whiskers

 

James Pugh and Caitlin McCutcheon dated for two years and then after a silly argument in the summer they broke up.

Over the six months that followed he still heard updates about her from time to time as she was his sister Lyn’s best friend.

One bit of news he heard from Lyn was that they were going on a spa weekend where one of the items on the menu was waxing and that made him sad, because she was always beautifully hairy.

One night when he was drunk, he let it slip to Lyn and she laughed, but two days later, a week before Christmas, Caitlin knocked on his door.

He invited her in, and they sat drinking wine in an awkward silence interspersed with forced snippets of conversation as neither of them would address the elephant in the room so when she had finished her drink she got up and walked towards the door and he followed but she

paused in the doorway.

“Before I go, I have a confession to make” she said. “Lyn told me about the waxing thing”.

“She shouldn’t have” he said crossly.

“I’m glad she did” Caitlin said, “That’s why I’m here”.

“Why do you care?”

“I care about what you think about me” she said, and her voice cracked, “I don’t want you thinking bad of me”.

“I don’t” he said and pulled her back into the room and put his arms around her.

“I only had my legs waxed”. She said quietly.

“Really?”

“Really” she confirmed.

“And you’re sure you didn’t wax anything else?”

“Well, there’s one certain way to find out” she said and undid her jeans.

“I don’t mind if I do” he said and slipped his hand into her knickers.

“Beautiful” he said as his hand examined her lush hairy bush.

“There was no way I was going to wax my crack; I know how much you love my hairy minge” Caitlin confirmed.

“I do love it” he confessed.

“And I haven’t trimmed a single whisker since you last touched it”.

“I really love it” he said.

“I’ve missed you touching it” she said, “and you were the last one to touch it, no one else has been in my knickers”.

“Then I suggest you get in my bedroom quick, so I can bury my face in it” James said.

“Thank God” she said, “I’ve miss you noshing me as well”.

“You do realise though that if you stay, you’re not going to get any sleep tonight” he pointed out.

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and removed her jeans and knickers in the lounge, so he could have a good look at the prize before she skipped giggling towards the stairs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (568) Christmas Doctor’s

 

Doctor Julian Birkett loved his job, but he had to put up with two very over familiar Nurses Susan and Geogina Bennett

In fact, they were sex pests and had been trying it on with him since the moment he started on their ward, but he’d always brushed off their advances, not because he didn’t think they were gorgeous or sexy, because they were both of those things, his problem was that they scared him to death.

But after slipping on ice while walking to work two days before Christmas he broke his ankle and for the first time, they had a distinct advantage over him.

 

He found himself confined to hospital over Christmas because he lived alone and had no one there to look after him, which is why he was in a private room on Christmas Day.

He spent most of the time asleep during the evening, he was awoken the first time by the arrival of his meal then he drifted off to sleep again.

The next time he woke his sex pests Susan and Georgina were standing either side of his bed wearing white doctor’s coats.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“We came to check on you” Susan replied, and the girls turned to each other and smiled.

“And why are you dressed as Doctors?”

“Because we are here to examine you of course” Susan replied and the two of them giggled then Georgina said.

“Firstly, we’ll check your blood pressure”.

“How are you going to do that?” he replied hesitantly, knowing he was outmatched, and she put her hand under the cover and pulled his flaccid cock out through the opening of his pyjamas.

“Oh, dear it’s very low Doctor” Georgina said. 

“I don’t think that’s the way you check blood pressure” he protested.

“We are highly trained and use cutting edge techniques” Susan said as Georgina played with his awakening tool, and his resistance was fading fast.

“Are you sure you’re proper Doctors, you appear to have forgotten your knickers?” he asked as he put his hand up Susan’s skirt but got no answer.

“His pressure is improving now Doctor” Susan said professionally.

“Very well” Georgina replied and threw back the covers and went down on his fully aroused cock.

He was going to protest but the moment she had all of him in her mouth, Susan thrust her tongue in his mouth so all he could do was enjoy it as he fondled each knicker-less Doctor until Tasha sucked him dry.

 

They finally left his room at 3 am but they were back again the next night and the night after that, and he never protested again.

When he was permitted to go home the nurses made regular house calls for more vigorous examinations.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (567) The Dirty Christmas Double

 

Samantha Cammarata and Heather Campbell are what Kevin Bell liked to call “Posh Birds” or “Posh Totty”, but they were also his fuck buddies, normally alone but sometimes they came as a pair.

One such occasion was shortly before Christmas when they were planning to go to a Christmas party together.

The girls arrived at his house in plenty of time so they could have some dirty fun together first.

After the girls had completely satisfied themselves, they released their captive who then pulled them onto the sofa for a cuddle.

“We haven’t got time for snuggles” Heather said, “We’ll be late for the party”.

“Do we have to go?” he asked pathetically.  

“Yes, we do” insisted Samantha “So hurry up and get dressed”.

“I don’t think I’ll bother” Kevin said disinterestedly.

“Oh please” they begged.

“Ok, but on one condition”

“Anything” they chorused.

“Anything?”

“Anything” they agreed.

“Ok then, you have to wear each other’s panties” he said.

“But our knickers won’t match our bras” Heather said.

“And we can’t swap bra’s as we have different shaped tits” Samantha pointed out.

“Thats easily solved, don’t wear the bras” he said.

“So, you want me to go out to the party without a bra and wearing her  knickers?” Heather stated.

“Yes”

“You dirty, dirty boy” she replied and snatched the yellow lingerie out of Samantha’s hand, who then bent down and picked up the green pair and examined them.

“These are even wetter than mine” she said and giggled as she pulled them up.

“I feel really dirty” Heather said and as she pulled the yellow panties up, she had a filthy leer on her face.

“You’ll feel even dirtier on the way back” Kevin said.

“Why?” they asked simultaneously.

“Because you won’t be wearing any at all” he said.

“Lovely” they both said and laughed dirtily.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (566) Christmas Double

 

Samantha Cammarata and Heather Campbell are what Kevin Bell liked to call “Posh Birds” or “Posh Totty”, but they were also his fuck buddies, normally alone but sometimes they came as a pair.

One such occasion was shortly before Christmas and when they arrived at his house they let themselves in, and found him recumbent on the sofa, so after the hello’s they slipped off their outer clothes to reveal that they were both wearing silk and lace lingerie, the redheaded Heather wore green, while the dusky Samantha was contained in pale yellow, there was one similarity between their panties however, both pairs bore a distinctive dark patch, the size and shape of a two-pound coin.

Once they were down to their underwear, they walked seductively to their positions on either side of his him.

Heather instantly went for the prize and began to play with his cock, which was fully aroused while Samantha, who had shed her bra, dangled her tits in his face and let him suck on one of her teats, then she withdrew it and let him suck the other, and when they were both misshaped and covered in saliva she joined her friend who took his cock in her mouth.

By the time they were ready to undress Kevin noticed the dark patches on their panties had spread considerably.

The two posh girls then did rock, paper, scissors to determine who went first and so while Heather lowered her hot ginger pussy onto his waiting cock Samantha’s dark juicy treasure settled on his face.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (565) Christmas Stuffing

 

Hollie Werner was the girl next door and Jon Windsor had fancied her for years, but she was really beautiful and had no shortage of admirers, so he thought she was out of his league, however a few days before Christmas his opinion changed.

About 9.30 in the evening Hollie popped round to the house with a Christmas Card and present for his parents.

She stayed for about an hour and he spent much of the time ogling her, in her tight Christmas sweater and Christmas stockings on her gorgeous long shapely legs.

So, by the time she got up to leave he was nursing a semi which.

Hollie dealt with in the porch by giving him a toe-curling blow job and after sucking him dry she said.

“You could have had more than a blow job, if I wasn’t on my period” she said absentmindedly stroking his cock.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes, and when my visitor has gone you can give me a Christmas stuffing”.

“I can’t wait for that to happen” he said.

“You’ll have to wait until Christmas Eve, my parents are out all evening, come round at eight o’clock, I’ll leave the door on the latch”.

 

The time between the blow job in the porch and their Christmas Eve assignation hung heavy for him even though it was only two days and the closer it got to the time of their date the slower time seemed to pass.

However, the time did come, and he went next door and let himself in and as he closed and locked the door, he noticed a handwritten message on a post it note stuck on the glass, which read:

“Meet me in the lounge”

When he opened the door he saw that Hollie was already there, on her knees bent over facing the Christmas Tree, looking back over her shoulder, and she was already naked, fingering her crack.
He stood by the door and quietly undressed, before he joined her on the floor and knelt behind her in the glow of the festive lights.
Jon smelt her hair as he nuzzled her neck and placed his hands softly on her hips before his nuzzles turned to kisses.
Hollie 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 continued fingering her pussy and she smiled at him lustily.

As passion intensified Jon slipped two fingers straight between her sticky lips while Hollie rubbed her clit frantically and her fervid response to his fingering brought her to the brink and then with her round buttocks before him and he could see her open lipped pudendum glistening moistly in the twinkling light he slid his hands up and cupped her lovely breasts, caressing both breast and teat as he penetrated her heat.

 

Jon and Holly lay panting and sweating on the rug.

“So, you finally got me” she said.

“I never thought it would ever happen” Jon said.

“I did” she replied and kissed him and then got up and ran out of the door and upstairs to her room so he could fuck her again in her own bed.