Choice Tales from the Vale – (354) New Year’s Day

 

Pepperstock Hills National Park stretched 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 attracted a variety of visitors.

The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where owner and manager of the Black Swan Hotel, Greg Monroe lived.

It was on a bitter cold New Years Day and Greg was tucked up cosily in bed in his cottage when he was disturbed by a knock at the door.

He put on his dressing gown and opened the door to find his girlfriend Jane standing there, and he was surprised to see her there, as he hadn’t expected her until around lunchtime as she was driving up from Willow.

“Hello…” he began but before he could say more she had pushed him inside and closed the door behind her, discarded her coat, hat and gloves and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him and the moment their lips met she redeployed her hands to make inroads into his dressing gown and immediately made contact with his swelling cock.

Greg decided under the circumstances not to enquire why she was early until later, and used one of his hands to unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Jane obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away he was able to see her formidable breasts encased behind black lace, then he repeated the operation with the other sleeve and the dress fell away to the floor and she used her tiny feet to kick it away.

Greg glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of her cute little arse as she stood before him in just her underclothes, tights, and ankle boots.

He unhooked her bra, but he didn’t wait to discard the garment, his hands moved straight to the prizes and cupped them and toyed with her stiffening nipples.

Their mouths disengaged briefly, and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness, and then they kissed again as he slid his hands down inside her tights and knickers to fondle the flesh of her cute plump cheeks.

It took little or no effort to roll her tights down her buttocks to the top of her thighs, and then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and carried her upstairs and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankles, slipped off her boots and began peeling her tights from her legs.

When she was naked he gave her a thorough appraisal, as he slipped out of his dressing gown, and her eyes were fixed on his huge erection, while his eyes hungrily consuming every inch of her, from the stiffened nipples on her plump tits via her flat stomach to her gloriously black bush.

He dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to his goal.

As he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Jane laying there with her eyes closed, biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

 

Once he had satisfied both Jane and his animal appetite, he began kissing his way up her young body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, stopping when he reached her breasts where he sucked on her stiffened teats while he fingered her heat with two fingers, and Jane moaned deliciously as he frigged her, and she barked like a seal as she came, and he raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.

Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva. he put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him, so he could kiss her.

Despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.

Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.

Greg was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him, with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.

She spread her legs wide and the juicy target was at the perfect height to receive him and she sucked in air through her teeth as his huge cock penetrated her, and Jane’s skinny legs wrapped around him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (353) New Year’s Eve

 

It was New Year’s Eve and Alex Monroe and Clarissa St Claire were staying at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere where they were attending a Hogmanay party.

The first thing Clarissa wanted to do when they arrived was test the bed springs, which she did, in a very accomplished manner after which they indulged themselves by using all the Hotel facilities, until she wanted to test the bed again.

 

Alex Monroe was standing in front of the Mirror in their hotel room making final adjustments to his highland regalia, as Clarissa emerged from the bathroom wearing a green evening dress.

“Wow” he said “You look stunning”

“Wow yourself” she retorted “I hope you’re pantless under that kilt again”

“Of course,” he said, and she picked up her clutch bag

“Good to know, now let’s go”

“Clarissa! I want to ask you something” he said

“Well ask me on the way” she said and opened the door and before he had chance to object, she was gone and by the time he caught up with her she was stepping into the lift.

“Clarissa!” he called

“Come on I’m hungry” she said and pressed the lobby button “Ravenous in fact”

“I always get ravenous when I’ve been ravished” she added and chuckled

“Clarissa, I want to ask you something” he said and pressed the stop button

“No, you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped

“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”

“That’s very disappointing to hear but that’s not what I wanted to ask” he corrected her

“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Clarissa asked

“Clarissa St Claire, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he barked

“What?” Clarissa exclaimed

“Will you marry me?” he asked, and she looked at him open mouthed and he began to think it was too soon, she wasn’t ready for marriage.

“Damn, too soon, to soon” he chastised himself silently, and then she threw her arms around his neck and screamed

“Yes, Yes, and Yes”

“I have something for you in my sporran” he said and fished inside for the cheap little gold ring he’d bought in Purplemere just for the occasion and gave it to her

“This is just a symbol” he said, “We need to buy your ring together”

“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed him, but it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude, this was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“Now I’m more interested in what you have under your kilt than in your sporran” she said

“Then I think we need to get you back to the room,” he retorted, breaking away from her embrace.

“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand beneath his sporran, and his manhood swelled in response, but he broke away again and insisted urgently

“We really need to go”   

“No” she retorted again and began to lift up his kilt.

“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly reached under the kilt for his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.

After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his knob before taking his cock in her mouth.

“I really think we should …” he began, but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft, he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh Clarissa” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him that familiar leer which said

“Now you can fuck me”

The problem was how, the where was obvious as they were in the lift, and it was a fairly safe bet that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.

However while he was dithering about trying to think how to give her what she wanted, the new decisively dirty Clarissa took control of the situation, when she turned her back on him and hiked up her evening dress until it was gathered around her waist, then she leant against the wall with her naked arse pointed provocatively at him, her pale cheeks quivering in the bright elevator lights.

So, he lifted his kilt and inched up behind her and he got in close 

and bending his knees slightly he thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.

“Nice” she said as he slipped into her.

As he gave her more of the same, she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.

It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Clarissa barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt as he shot his load.

Alex withdrew and quickly rearranged his highland dress while a panting Clarissa stood motionless insitu and he slapped her quivering white buttock.

“Does this mean were engaged” he asked

 

After their engagement party in the lift, Clarissa made herself respectable, and repaired her makeup.

They decided that it might be imprudent to proceed to the lobby once they started the lift again, so they went up a floor and walked down the stairs and celebrated the New Year in style.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (289) New Year’s Daisy

The New Year was just around the corner for the inhabitants of Highfinch, which nestled on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills where the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separated the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, which made up the parish of St Martins Church and between Lily Green and the sleepy hamlet of Kingfisherbridge was where Peter Addison lived with his wife Pippa.

She worked at the Golf Club as bar manager and although the Addison’s generally enjoyed New Year’s Eve and they would have much preferred to have spent the evening together but as there was a big do on that night, working at the club was a very good earner and as manager she could easily earn four times what she would normally expect on the night of a function, so she choose to work.

With her wages for the night and her share of the tips she would earn enough to put a decent amount towards the holiday they were planning.

For Peter’s part he had New Year’s Eve off but he was working a double shift the next day caddying for the well-heeled golfers.

 

So they had a meal together and then he drove her to work kissed her and headed towards home.

Peter really loved Pippa in fact he was very much in love with her and their sex life was outstandingly good, but that alas wasn’t enough for him so he fished his phone from his pocket and selected a number.

“Hi Daisy, do you want to come out and play?”

 

Daisy was Pippa’s cousin, who Peter to considered to have been endowed with the perfect trifecta of qualities, a stellar body, low morals and an insatiable appetite.

So there was no way he was going to be settling down to a quite evening on his own.

He couldn’t have a drink because he was driving to the club to pick Pippa up in the early hours but he didn’t need intoxicants when Daisy was in the house and he was in her and he had enjoyed her tidy bod twice, once either side of Big Ben striking 12, the second time draped over the back of the leather sofa.

 

It was one thirty on New Year’s morning when he drove Daisy home after their wonderful New Year’s Eve entertainments.

After kissing an exhausted Daisy goodnight and dropping her outside her house he drove to the Club to pick Pippa up from work and she was also exhausted but for totally different reasons and she went straight to bed when they got home.

Peter decided to tidy up in the lounge before he joined her and it’s a good job that he did, as the back of the sofa was very sticky from Daisy’s secretions, and there were more glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Daisy’s moist knickers were still on the floor.

Peter washed up the glasses, took a damp cloth to Daisy’s sticky deposits and stuffed her panties in his jacket pocket.

“New Year, Old me” he mused before he joined Pippa in bed.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (287) New Year’s Eve

 

I was 18 years old and it was the first New Year’s Eve to hold any deep significance for me, it was the first time that I was old enough to be invited to the Country Club Fancy Dress Ball and it was also the night of my sexual awakening. 

It was about ten minutes after the singing of Auld Lang Syne and I had gone out onto the terrace for some fresh air, as my first ever experience of champagne had gone straight to my head. 

I had been there for about ten minutes and was just about to return to the party when I met the Black Widow coming the other way, or rather Alexa Norris dressed as the Black Widow.

“Hello darling” she said “Haven’t you grown”

Alexa Norris and her sister Carla were friends of my mother and were godparents to me and my twin sister, and were dripping with sexuality and I had always been attracted to them and all my earliest wet dreams involved them and so did my fantasies, but they were just that, fantasies, or so I thought.

Alexa was draped in sensual black silk and lace and little else apparently as the cold night air had erected her nipples to such an extent that I fully expected them to break through the silk

“Oh you like them do you?” she asked when she realised what I was looking at

“Yyyyes” I stammered

“I wonder how much” she mused as her eyes fell to the site of a definite lump in my Toga

“Quite a lot apparently” she giggled and as her lace clad hand settled on the lump I swallowed hard and my cock twitched, which made her giggle again.

“I was just going back in” I said falteringly

“Oh I don’t think you want to do that” she said and steered me to a more shadowy part of the terrace and pushed me back against the wall with one hand while the other one went up under my toga.

And in a moment she had extricated my cock from my pants and began to play with it deliciously

“You really have grown haven’t you?”

I was so aroused that had I been attending to myself I would have cum very quickly, but her expert handling of my cock kept me going, as she was wanking me in her lace gloved hand, taking me close as she held me in her experienced hand, she took me expertly to the very brink of blissful release time and time again only to let my passion recede until on the last time she let me explode into the darkness.

“There you are sis” a voice said and when I opened my eyes to look I saw it was Alexa’s sister Carla, who also oozed sexuality dressed as snow white

“Oh and I see you’ve found someone to play with” she said and looked first at my face and then at my receding erection

“Oh dear I seem to have missed all the fun, well that won’t do” she said and Snow White fell to her knees in front of me and greedily swallowed my cock.

 

That was my first real sexual experience and I’m pleased to say that it was not the last time that the Norris sisters indulged their sexual appetites with me, but I’ll save those stories for another time.