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Wednesday, 16 April 2025

Choice Tales from the Vale – (583) The Composer’s Muse

 

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 Reverend Samuel Virtue has been Vicar for 20 years, in which he administered to the spiritual needs of village and its environs.

Fifty-year-old Samuel lives in the vicarage behind the church with his wife Chloe and 18-year-old daughter Verity who was destined to be significant in the life of Stephen Farnsworth in his sixth year in the village.

 

He was only 20 when he inherited The Starlings, a cottage on the west side of the village, from his maiden great aunt Edith.

He was halfway through his second year at university when she died so for the first two years, he was only a part time resident while he divided his time between his studies and modernizing the décor of the cottage.

 

Being an only child of wealthy parents, from Tipton, in the North of the county, who travelled a lot and were seldom at the family home.

Having inherited a nice country cottage, which suited him very well, he found himself in the enviable position of being financially independent after securing his degree in order to attain a master’s degree in addition.

 

There was an old ramshackle garage at the end of the garden which had not been used as such since God was a boy as far as he could see, in fact he was a little bemused as to why it was there because there was another garage adjacent to the cottage, however its lack of usefulness as a garage presented him with the perfect place for a studio.  

 

He had no family ties except for his globetrotting parents and no binding romantic attachments at the time, so in his fourth year in Pepperstock Green, with two degrees under his belt and the studio fully functional he decided it was time for him to fully engage in village life.

His first steps into rural society where the most logical ones for him, because he was a committed Christian, and so they took him to St Agatha's Church, because of his faith and his passion. 

It might be a good time to mention what that passion was, namely music, and the purpose of the studio in his garden was to facilitate his work as a composer of amongst other things, Choral Music, which meshed perfectly with St Agatha's because they had one of the best Choirs in Downshire.

He had slipped quietly into the back of the church many times since he first moved in but always slipped out again before the service ended as he wasn’t ready to meet people at that time  

But this time he stayed till the end and met some of the congregation, some of whom he recognized from around the village, and over the week he became known to more and more of them, but it wasn’t until November when he joined the choir.

And for two years that was his life, Church, Choir, Studio and the occasional trip to Abbottsford or to the family home in Tipton if his parents were back in the country.  

 

It was during practice for the first Sunday of Advent when he first became aware of Verity Virtue when she appeared at choir practice one evening to play the organ when she was 16, in the absence of Adele King who had been taken ill earlier in the week.

Although she was clearly uncomfortable performing with an audience, she was a natural performer.

She was not entirely unknown to him, he’d seen the skinny little redhead at church and she would occasionally fill in if they were short of choristers and he remembered her as a skinny unremarkable looking schoolgirl always seemingly in a hurry to get to wherever her destination was, dressed in her Barnabus Boarding School uniform, Burgundy blazer with green piping, white blouse, burgundy tie, plaid skirt, and green socks or tights depending on the time of year.

But he’d never spoken to her or even made eye contact with her as she always had her head down.

But when he realized she was actually talented musically she became more interesting to him.

 

Over the following year or so he saw more of her as Adele King’s illness turned out to be more long term than was first expected and she came out of herself and grew in confidence, she even helped him in the studio from time to time.

He was a composer, and he drew on his idol who was John Barry, and as he was working on a TV series and because, apart from keyboards she also played Clarinet, Oboe and Guitar she was very useful to him.  

Consequently, they grew closer over their shared interests.

But it didn’t manifest into a relationship, not because she wasn’t attractive, but because she was only 17 and he was 8 years older and on top of that she was the vicar’s daughter.

On top of which he was no monk and had occasional visitors to the cottage for amorous assignations, mainly renewing coupling with former university lovers, so he kept his relationship with Verity firmly in the friend and collaborator zone.

Then on New Years Eve 2024 they kissed albeit on the spur of the moment initially, but it lingered, considerably so, and it affected them both, in particularly him.

She slept that night very soundly and dreamed about that kiss over and over again.

On the contrary he did not sleep well at all, his head was full of contradictions and confusions, and he kept repeating her name, Verity Virtue, and the meanings.

Verity, an enduring or necessary ethical or religious or aesthetic truth

And Virtue, the quality of doing what is right and avoiding what is wrong, a particular moral excellence, morality with respect to sexual relations and any admirable quality or attribute

But he couldn’t get the latter out of his head, any admirable quality or attribute.

In the cold light of the New Year’s Day, he decided to put some distance between them for a couple of weeks and to a sojourn to Tipton so her infatuation would cool.

As it happened, for various reasons he was gone for six weeks, and it seemed to have the desired effect.

   

However, his plan unraveled on a chilly Morning at the end of February when Verity knocked on the front door of Starlings cottage and in spite of himself, he was not displeased to see her.

“Hello” he said cheerfully, but she was obviously not happy to be there.

“Mum asked me to drop this music off so you can catch up with the Easter program now you’re back from chasing posh girls in Tipton” she said curtly which he sidestepped

“How come you’re wearing school uniform? I thought you were at college” he asked, and she thawed out a little

“I am, but at Barnabus’ we have to wear this abomination for the Friday assembly every week regardless of what year you are in” she replied

“It’s very fetching” he said and smiled

“Of course, you would find it attractive” she retorted but she smiled as well “Perverts do, anyway I have to go now”

“If you like you could pop round later and help me, get up to speed” he suggested as he held up the music sheets

“No thanks I wouldn’t want to cramp your style” she said coldly and left.

Over the coming weeks Verity slowly thawed and by the end of May their relationship had returned to their pre, New Years Eve kiss level.

So, he was pleased to be back at the uncomplicate by sexual attraction stage while still being able to enjoy the company of an attractive, funny and his musical equal, and it would probably have continued like that had it not been for the Vicars wife, Verity’s mother.

   

It happened at the end of June on the night of the Barnabus Boarding School Centenary Ball.

Stephen had just returned to the house from his studio and was sat on his sofa and was just contemplating what takeaway to order when she stepped through the French door wearing a distinctive white party dress.

“Don’t you dare laugh” she barked

“I wasn’t going to laugh” he lied “You look lovely”

“I look like bloody Tinkerbelle” she retorted and kicked off her shoes

“You won’t look out of place at the party” he assured her

“I’m not going, especially looking like this” she replied and started pacing up and down

“I didn’t want to go in the first place, I’ve only got two good friends at School and they’re not going, Gina has appendicitis, and Kayleigh is on Holiday, but my mum insisted and put me in an Uber”

“So how did you get here?” he asked

“I told him to drop me off before we got there” she replied “Then I needed somewhere to hide so I came here, sorry”

“Theres nothing to be sorry for” he said “And I’m happy for you to hide out here”

“Thank you” she said as her pacing continued at a pace

“Why don’t you sit down” he said “Before you wear out my carpet”

She tutted loudly then sat down heavily on his knee and huffed, that wasn’t quite what he had in mind, but at least she’d stopped pacing.

“I’m so cross with myself,” she said and started tapping her foot agitatedly

“Just calm down” he said and put his hands on her narrow hips and pulled her back towards him, so her head was on his shoulder, and he was looking down on her.

“Just relax” he said, and she seemed to calm down, but the opposite was true for him.

Verity’s usual shock of red hair was tied up exposing the white flesh of her neck and shoulders, of which there was a lot due to the cut of the dress and the creamy whiteness of her skin looked delicious.

As he stared at the flesh, he was beginning to get aroused and his breath deepened and his breath on her skin was affecting her breathing in turn and then he began to kiss her gently on the neck and she gasped.

Stephen’s soft kisses travelled slowly from the nape of Verity’s neck along her collar bone to her shoulder and her breathing became more erratic and adjusted her position on his lap as her hands gripped the leather upholstery and he began to unzip the back of her dress.

Having met no resistance, he began pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders and without speaking she accommodated him by slipping her skinny arms out one at a time while holding the bodice close to her breasts.

The moment both arms were free Stephens hands made immediate ingress inside her dress and cupped one breast and teased the stiffened nipple on the other, the first caused her to murmur and the second made her wince.

While he caressed her delicious pert young breasts she moaned quietly and released the bodice and regained her grip on the sofa.

When his right hand moved slowly across her soft belly, she held her breath and when his fingers reached the waist band of her panties he asked

“Am I the first?”

“Yes” she responded as she exhaled, and his fingers progressed into her knickers and brushed through the abundance of coarse hair until he emersed his forefinger in the warm velvet between her labia.

 

When he’d made her cum, she leapt up, wriggled out of her panties, and scrambled on top of him to straddle his lap and immediately wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and pressed her mouth on his, energetically exploring his mouth with her tongue.

Stephens hands settled on her plump little buttocks until he reacquainted himself with her unsullied pussy. 

This time he probed at her tender loin in search of her G-spot, the erogenous area of her vagina, that with his expert stimulation would blow her mind, and when he found it she went rigid as he evoked strong sexual arousal and brought her to a powerful orgasm, and then she collapsed limply in his arms panting like a racehorse at the end of the race. 

 

After ten minutes her breathing had shallowed, and her body had relaxed, and the room was silent apart from contented sighs and the occasional whispering farts from her tight little fanny.

At that point Stephen decided she was sufficiently recovered for part three, so he rolled her sideways off him, depositing her on her back on the seat beside them which took her by surprise and made her scream.

By the time Verity, and the interesting parts of her, had finished bouncing, he was kneeling on the floor in front of her.

“Are you going to Make Love to me now?” she asked

“No, not yet, there's something else I need to do first” he replied

Her legs had been left spread wide after the impact, so he put a hand on each knee to make sure they remained like that and then he began kissing down the inside of her virgin white thigh and Verity tensed in anticipation of what was coming and when his lips met hers and he tasted her Tang she moaned loudly.

She began to writhe uncontrollably as his mouth and tongue worked at her juicy flesh.

 

After taking her to orgasm with his tongue he left her moaning and sighing on the sofa and got up to go and get ready, returning about 5 minutes later wearing his dressing gown and stood looking down at the dishevelled orgasm wracked frame seductively draped on the sofa and said

“Now it's time”

She opened her eyes and looked at him and he added

“Do you want it here or do you want me to take you to bed?”

“Take me here” she begged “Take my virginity on the sofa wearing this hideous dress”

“OK” he agreed and undid the belt on his dressing gown, exposing his erection and her eyes focused right on it and she adjusted her position on the cushions.

He let the dressing gown fall to the floor and Verity’s   right hand started rubbing her clit and when he pulled his foreskin back to reveal his helmet her eyes widened and the rubbing intensified, so he knelt down before her pulled her buttocks to the edge of the sofa and penetrated her tight little hole and he instantly felt the intense warmth you get from a hymen breaking.

As he made love to her and the rhythm grew in intensity, she was very vociferous and was not the quiet self-conscious teenager she had been before he seduced her, and she was relishing every moment right up to the moment her back arched in the crescendo of a toe-curling orgasm.

After withdrawing from her he looked down at the sweating and panting figure who lay exhausted before him, so he covered her with his dressing gown and went to get dressed.

 

He left her sleeping on the sofa while he redressed and ordered his takeaway but when he returned to the lounge, he found she had redressed herself, except for her knickers which she held in her hand.

“So you’ve had your way with me, and now you’re ordering yourself pizza, I’m obviously just a one-night stand”

She said crossly

“I suppose you just want me to bugger off home, so you get back to one of your Posh Tipton girls”

“Firstly, I’ve ordered pizza for both of us” he said and snatched the knickers from her hand

“And you won’t be needing these for a while, because once you’ve got your strength back, I’m taking you to bed”

“But…” she began

“And this is not a one-night stand for me, this is the first of many” he said

“Really?” she asked red faced

“Really” he replied and kissed her

“Sorry” she said, and he kissed her again

 

As they ate their pizza she quietly asked

“Not that I’m complaining, but are we just fuck buddies?”

“Well I see us as friends and lovers who are looking forward to divesting you of various outfits and ravishing you on a regular basis” he said

“As your boyfriend”

“Really?” she said and grinned then ate her last slice of pizza

“What kind of outfits?” she asked

“Well obviously your Barnabus School Uniform, your Hockey Kit, Brownie’s Uniform, Surplice and even your Tinkerbelle dress again” he said “That will be enough to be getting on with I think”

“I’m not sure about Tinkerbelle, and I don’t see what’s sexy about a surplice”

“Well it depends on what you’re wearing underneath it” he said

“You’ve really thought about this” she said “You’re a bit of a perve”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not a bit” she said “As long as you’re my perve”

“Good answer” Stephen said “Now put your pizza down and get your sexy arse upstairs”

 

 

Saturday, 14 December 2024

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

Sunday, 22 September 2024

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.  

 

Sunday, 18 August 2024

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”

Tuesday, 30 July 2024

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

Tuesday, 2 November 2021

BAD SANTA # 4

 

Bad Santa is a bit of a perve

And his special seasonal wish

Is for you to jingle his bells

So you get a White Christmas

BAD SANTA # 3

 

Bad Santa is a bit of a perve

So naughty girl when he comes into view

It won’t be candy cane in his pocket

He’ll be really pleased to see you!


ELF IS AN ACRONYM

 

ELF is an acronym

And it has them running amuck

Because it’s Santa’s code

For the Elves he’d like to fuck

Friday, 26 February 2021

POINT OF VIEW

 

I look at her and, in my mind,

She is naked

Her great round breasts

Nipples like organ stops

Her lush bush

Then I see her bending

Straight legged

Her lips in full view

I kneel and with my tongue

Part her curtains

Tasting her juice

Then she is on all fours

My cock deep in her

Her buttocks slapping against my belly

My hands cupping her breasts

Then I am back

This is no way to look at my mother in law

Monday, 8 February 2021

ARE YOU WEARING BIG KNICKERS?

 

Are you wearing big knickers?

Those good old-fashioned drawers

That cover everything that matters

But are still the source of phwors

ARE YOU WEARING LACE?

 

Are you wearing lace?

To decorates that place

I can’t tell from your face

There is no hint or trace

I think black lace does grace

Your fine pert brace

Oh, my thoughts are base

And that image I can’t erase

Of the garments of lace

That cover and encase