Choice Tales from the Vale – (559) Christmas Silk

 

George Turner was twenty years old and knew that his Godmothers sixteen-year-old daughter Laverne Josephs wanted him to pop her cherry, after all she’d been telling him she did since she was twelve. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, or that he didn’t want to “shit on his own doorstep”, his hesitancy was because he was waiting for her to turn “16” or put another way, for her to be “legal”.

On the day before her big day, he called round to the Joseph’s house and knocked on the door, and as Laverne had seen him approach from her bedroom window, it was her that opened the door.

“Hello George” she said with a blush on her cheeks.

“Happy birthday for tomorrow” he responded and handed her two presents, and then as he kissed her cheek, and added in a whisper.

“Make sure you’re on your own when you open the big one”.

 

Early the next morning she got a phone call from him.

“Happy Birthday”

“Thank you” Laverne said, “and thank you for my lovely presents”.

“Do you like them?”

“I really do” she replied, “But I have a question”.

“Ok”

“Does it mean what I think it means?” she asked nervously.

“What do you think it means?”

“That you’re going to pop my cherry” she said.

“Yes, that is what it means” he replied, and she gasped.

“When?”

“Tomorrow” he replied, and she gasped again.

 

He knew he had the house to himself for the weekend as his parents were away in Scotland visiting his grandparents.

She would have been at the house after breakfast as she was very eager but restrained herself as much as she could and arrived midmorning.

After letting her in, he kissed her cheek and gave her a hug, then he took her upstairs to his parent’s room to get ready.

“You can use the ensuite to get ready and I’ll be back in half an hour”.

“Ok” she replied meekly so he squeezed her hand.

 

While Laverne was in his parent’s room getting ready, he was in his own room doing the same.

He showered, shaved, and dried himself but didn’t bother to redress and walked into the bedroom wearing only a towel and she was stood with her back to him.

Laverne was only wearing the red silk underwear he had bought her, matching camiknickers, and camisole, along with a high-quality red stockings and suspender belt.

George walked up behind her and dropped his towel before wrapping his arms around her and Laverne slipped her arms over his and as she leant back into him, hugging her back his loins responded immediately and his erection was quickly digging into her back.
George inclined his head and leant over and kissed her, she responded immediately and their tongues explored each other’s mouths vigorously.
They stood in that embrace squeezing each other tightly for some time as his arousal grew and Laverne was hot and wet.
George released his grip on her and rested his hands lightly on her waist as he moved slowly onto his knees.

Laverne visibly trembled as he hooked his fingerers inside the waist band of her red camiknickers and pulled them down over her slim hips, they slipped down with great ease against her silky skin and over her tight young cheeks, and they tumbled quickly down to her ankles, from where she kicked them aside.
George kissed the small of her back, his lips brushing gently across her skin and she trembled as he fondled her perfect round cheeks.

He stood up effortlessly and his hands settled on her narrow hips again and then as he nuzzled her neck they moved across her soft flat belly before they slipped upwards beneath her camisole and cupped her firm little breasts and he teased her nipples to erection.
George kissed the nape of her neck while still caressing her breasts and then he whispered in her ear and Laverne pulled her camisole off over her head.
Completely naked, but for stockings and suspenders, and blushing she turned to look at him and he kissed her mouth eagerly then he pushed her gently forward so she could kneel on the bed.

He relinquished his hold on her lovely tits with their stiff proud peaks and moved his hands back to her hips and bent her over at the waist, she was like putty in his hands and totally compliant, he could have done anything he wanted to her, which he was about to do.

But first he knelt behind her again and smiled as he admired her pristine pink pussy, her lips were parted and wet, very very, wet but he resisted the temptation to lick them, he would do that, but not at that moment, after all he had two days to do whatever he wanted, instead he fingered her juicy young cunny, as he kissed her plump cheek, until she was ready for him, which didn’t take long.

He stood up behind her and teased her wet lips with the tip of his throbbing erection before thrusting firmly into her.

Laverne gasped, first in pain as he broke her hymen and then again in pleasure as he thrust again, more deeply.
Her taught young body ebbed and flowed with the steady rhythm of his penetrations, until she came noisily once, twice, three times and collapsed onto the bed when he had finished with her and he withdrew from her juicy cunny.
George then bent down and kissed the small of her back, before climbing on the bed beside her.

 

By the time she went home on Sunday evening she had been fucked multiple times, and she was very satisfied with her extra Birthday gifts.

However not so satisfied that she didn’t want to repeat the experience for Christmas and New Year.

This went on regularly for several years in secret until they were married 10 years after he popped her cherry.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (558) Meat Substitute

 

It was a week before Christmas and Downshire was blanketed in snow and many roads were closed across the county.

Liz Steer and Tracey McIntosh were university students in Abbottsford and shared a room in an HMO and Liz had noticed that her roommate was a bit short tempered and irritable, she knew it wasn’t her period because that had been the week before.

“What’s the matter babe, you seen a bit tense?” Liz asked.

“I’m as horny as fuck” Tracey snapped, and Danny and his lovely cock is stuck in Northchapel because of the bloody snow.

“Well in that case I will just say “Yellow Pages”“ she suggested.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Let your fingers do the walking babe” Liz explained.

“I already have” Tracey said, “Three times already”.

“Oh, dear oh dear” Tracey said and laughed “You’d better try something from my toy box then”.

Her “Toy Box” consisted of an assortment of dildoes, vibrators, love eggs and the like and as Liz left the room Tracey had already opened the draw where the toy box resided.

Liz smiled as she went into the bathroom to freshen up then 5 minutes later, she recrossed the landing and quietly re-entered the bedroom.

Tracey was sitting in bed with her back against the headboard with knees drawn up, thighs apart and her hands thrusting the pink vibrator in her juicy hole.

“Still not satisfied?” Liz asked.

“Nooooo” she replied through gritted teeth.

“Oh dear” Liz said and slipped off her robe to reveal her gorgeous naked body.

“What are you doing?” Tracey asked suspiciously.

“I’m going to help you to cum” she replied, “really hard”.

“Ohhhkkkay” she stammered “But I thought you were straight”.

“No, I’m Bi, I like cock and cunny” Liz explained.

“But I’m straight” Tracey pointed out.

“Well, if that’s true why are you still wanking your hole while staring at my bod?” Liz asked as she pulled the duvet down the bed to expose her slutty masturbating friend’s body.

Without speaking, Tracey withdrew the sticky dildo from her juicy  hole and threw it aside so Liz could replace it with her tongue.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (557) Christian Jamboree

 

Peter Nowland was staying at a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

He was there for the Downshire Church Jamboree in early spring when the whole site had been booked for the Christian festival and all the Churches in the County attended and Peter was with the group from St Cuthberts.

Apart from being a theology student Twenty-three-year-old Peter was also a keen runner and he was out at first light on Saturday morning to get in a few miles before breakfast.

He was cold and wet when he got back to the campsite and decided his first priority was a hot shower, so he grabbed his wash kit and a towel and headed to the shower block.

 

He had a lovely hot shower but as soon as he turned off the shower, he realized he’d left his towel on the bench outside the cubicle, so he shook as much of the water off him as possible before opening the door and stepping out.

 

Ellie Batty was a 35-year-old Sunday School teacher who was widely considered in church circles to be an old maid so you would expect the effects on her to be quite profound after entering the shower block at the precise moment a fit you man stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from his nipples and running down his ripped torso and onto his huge cock,

“Oh my God” she exclaimed.

She didn’t look at the owners face at that point, she was more interested in his huge dong, it wasn’t porn film huge and it was admittedly flaccid, but nonetheless it was an impressive piece of meat, and although people thought her an old maid, she was no virgin, and she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to compare it too, it was certainly the largest specimen she had ever seen, and she could only imagine it aroused, which was arousing her, which was when she looked at the face of cocks owner.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed again and hurriedly opened the door and left.

 

Although most of the senior church members where housed in the chalets however Ellie was staying in the converted signal box, and by the time she had walked back from the shower block she was very aroused as she reran the images of the huge cock through her mind but she wasn’t sure how much of her arousal was due to the fact that the young man with the huge dong was a former Sunday school student of hers.

 

Peter was mortified, partly because he had exposed himself to his former Sunday School teacher, but also because he hadn’t realized it was a unisex facility and he could have exposed himself to any number of women or girls.

So, after getting dried he returned to his tent to get changed and then went in search of Miss Batty so he could apologize profusely for his thoughtless behaviour.

 

When he reached the signal box, he walked up the wooden steps and the closer he got to the door the more he thought he could hear very unusual noises, which he could not place, so fearing the worst he opened the door and realized the unusual noises would be better described as unchristian.  

Ellie Batty was propped up on the bottom bunk, half naked and was pleasuring her pussy with a pink dildo, a scene which Peter could not draw his gaze from, so he stood outside the door spying on her through the partly open door and he got a huge erection as he watched.

Ellie only discovered that she had an audience when Peter pushed the door open and stepped into the room, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion Ellie just carried on, and the fact that she had an audience just made her hotter.

“Oh, miss Batty, you’re so horny “ Peter gasped.

“Please God don’t cum in your pants” she begged.

As he continued to watch the pink dildo doing its work, Peter pulled his shirt off over his head and she was watching just as intently, then he kicked off his shoes, before he unbuttoned his shorts.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as the flaccid phallus she had seen in the shower block was now fully erect.

“Jeeezus” she exclaimed as she continued to wank her hole between her juicy lips more furiously than ever until she exclaimed again in orgasm then she cast the sticky dildo aside and turned around until she was on all fours, displaying her moist pink gash for him to spear, which he duly did in a mutually satisfying union.

And it was a union oft repeated both during that weekend and at every possible occasion that they could engineer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (556) Christmas Surprise

 

Student Doctor Darren Carver had just finished a twelve-hour Christmas Day shift at the Winston Churchill Hospital and as soon as he returned to the house, he shared with three other Student Doctors, his first action was to have a shower.

After a long hot shower, he wrapped a towel around him and lay on his bed and he only lasted about a minute before the long blinks set in, which quickly led to sleep.

The only thing that awoke him from his coma was his awareness that someone was sucking on his cock.

His first thought was to ask who the hell it was, that was performing a very delicious act on him, in his room, on his bed, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes when the blonde head that had been performing fellatio on him suddenly bobbed up.

“You” he said, when he recognised his assailant was a fellow Student Doctor, Rosie Brown, who had been nothing but an antagonist since the moment she had moved in, apparently, she was now showing her true colours.

“Yes, do you mind?” Rosie asked,

“Not for a minute, Happy Christmas” he replied and with his acquiescence she impaled herself on him and rode him like a slutty rag doll to a shuddering orgasm.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (555) The Shape of Sisterhood

 

Stuart Burdett and his girlfriend Stacey Howard had a houseguest over Christmas in the shape of Stacey’s younger sister Chrissy, and it was Chrissy’s shape that led to Stuart shagging her at every and all opportunities over the festive period.

This was largely facilitated by the fact that Stacey worked rolling shifts at the airport as a Border Force Guard and he worked from home.

It was on the day before New Year Eve when normal service was resumed in Stuart’s house after Stacey returned home after a twelve-hour shift and he had her laying bent across his lap, her black uniform trousers down around her knees and her navy-blue knickers halfway down her thighs and the white uniform shirt halfway up her back.

All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking that her great white globes had just received, she loved a spanking and she was delirious with pleasure.

There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Stacey’s pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double-digit ministrations elicited some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang which he picked up with his dry hand.

It was Chrissy,

“Hi Stuart, thanks for putting me up this week” she said, “and for putting it up me”.

“No problem” he said, his fingers still deep into Stacey’s wetness.

“I suppose you’ll be putting it up my sister tonight”.

“Oh yes any minute” he replied.

“Lucky cow”

“Your time will come” he said.

“So, will you” she retorted “Bye, Happy New Year”.

“Yes, Happy New Year” 

He looked down at Stacey squirming on his lap with her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her hairy hole and thought she was oblivious to the content of his conversation or even who it was with, she may even have been oblivious to fact that the phone had even rung.

But the phone call and Chrissy’s salacious flirting had added to his already mounting arousal which her elder sister would soon benefit from.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (554) Seduction Intent

 

Third year University friends Sam Evans and Simon Hine were walking and camping amidst the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, and on their second day they met another two students, Susan Chandy and Rose Apigo who were freshers, and decided they would stick together.

Simon had been away birdwatching, and it was dusk by the time he got back to the tents, he could hear the tell-tale sound of someone going at it in the girl’s tent.

He assumed it was Sam nailing one of them, he hoped it was Susan, the ginger one, because he fancied the little blonde, Rose.

When he got inside the tent, he was surprised to see that it was occupied, so he assumed it wasn’t Sam getting his balls wet in the neighbouring tent.

The light was fading fast, so he used the light on his phone to see what he was doing, and he was surprised to see directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, a most perfect round naked arse, and it was not the arse of his friend and nor was it the arse of a man.

The figure was laying with her back to him on in the foetal position, partially covered by the sleeping bag.

He knelt down and put his hand on the firm young buttock and it was cold to his touch, so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.

He still didn’t know which of the girls it was but at the precise moment he didn’t really care, they were both fit enough to shag.

He caressed around the full curve of her buttocks until his fingers reached her hairy pussy.

She began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced across her lip before his finger peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.

She murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he worked on her and then she gasped. 

“Ohhhh” she exclaimed “That’s so good”.

Rose grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her gash and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.

“I hope you don’t mind me being here, I couldn’t get into our tent as Susan’s getting a portion from Sam” she explained.

“Yes, I heard them in action as I came past” he said
“I’m glad you’re here” he said as he undid his trousers as Rose wriggled her way onto her knees and presented her pussy to him as he knelt behind her with cock in hand.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day”.

“Mmmmm” Rose exclaimed as he pushed his helmet between her sticky lips. “I think you would have been just as happy if it was Susan’s pussy you were about to fuc….”

“Oh God” she exclaimed as he followed through with the rest of him.

As he was pounding her pussy and he groped at her tits, he had to agree that she was right he would have been just as happy to be ball deep in Susans ginger minge, but he was glad it was his little blonde. As he groped her tits, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Rose was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired since the moment she entered the tent.

She was gripping the frame of the tent and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the tent shook and she juddered again, and Simon finished in a pulsating ejaculation.

“What was it you were saying about Susan?” he asked between pants.

“I don’t remember” Rose said.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (553) The Squatter

 

Third year University friends Sam Evans and Simon Hine were walking and camping amidst the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, and on their second day they met another two students, Susan Chandy and Rose Apigo who were freshers, and decided they would stick together.

One evening Sam was walking down by the beck, he had seen Susan heading that way and he was keen to catch her up.

It wasn’t long before he came upon her and she was squatting beside the stream, shorts and knickers around her knees and T-skirt hoisted up around her middle, her thick strawberry blonde bush clearly visible to him, as she released a jet of piss against the rocks.
“Sorry” he said without averting his gaze “I didn’t mean to interrupt” “Oh you made me jump” she said, though she wasn’t fazed by it at all
“Do you have a tissue?” she asked,

“No but I have a hankie” he replied and passed it to her and then he stood transfixed as she wiped herself and she was smiling at him he as he looked on.

“Are you enjoying the show?” she asked.

“I am” he replied, and she blushed a little and then said,

“Come closer”

As he walked towards her she stood up so she faced him and he couldn’t help noticing her shorts and knickers were still around her knees and her t-shirt was still around her middle so her hairy minge was still very much on display.
Susan smiled as she noticed where his gaze had fallen and tucked the front of the shirt under the front of her bra to make sure her bush remained visible, and then she kissed him as her hand found the bulge in his jeans.

“How did this happen?” she said as she caressed the lump in his trousers.

“I thought you fancied Rose, but I seem to have made your cock hard”.

She stared at him and smiled as she stroked the bulge and then kissed him again as she released his cock and he wondered what made her think he fancied Rose.
He was still pondering that question when she suddenly squatted down in front of him and Sam closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him, but then he began to feel delicate, soft and gently kisses on his sensitive bell and her tongue flicked around his helmet giving quick feather light licks, until that sublime moment when all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Susan’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly as he looked down and could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him as her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft.

“Oh” he gasped and was fast approaching the point of no return.

But his was not the first cock she’d had in her mouth, and she expertly took him to the brink three times before her lips smacked one last time as her mouth released his saliva-soaked cock.

“Did you enjoy that?” She asked and kissed his helmet before standing up.

“Oh yes Susan” he said and kissed her forehead.

“Then you’re going to love the next bit even more” she said as she slowly pulled up her drawers over her strawberry blonde thatch.

“I can’t wait” he said as he watched her pull her shorts up.

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and ran giggling up the bank, but she stopped briefly at the top and called.

“Come on, put your stalk away and follow me to my tent”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (552) Crumpet Man

 

In the north of Downshire was Town of Nettlefield which was a military town and home to the Downshire Light Infantry and was where Alan West lived and where he “operated” because he was what used to be known as a crumpet man.

 

It was not unusual for him to wake up every morning seriously horny, and he often had disturbed nights of sleep and his porn filled dreams were pretty much exclusively about past conquests who appeared in various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank himself limp while he imagined satisfying another  beautiful girl.

Alan had finished work for the day and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck someone, he didn’t care who, or where, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy jeggings clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”.

Then the girl turned around and he saw it was one of his most recent conquests and he realized he already had.

Then he chastised himself for being so shallow and then his lustful gaze fell upon the jeggings ass again and he thought

“What the hell I’ll just fuck her again”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (551) Hands on

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel. a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where 6ft 4-inch Harrison Offord lived.

He was 31 years old, a strong and gentle man, ruggedly handsome, and had been a masseur for 7 years and for 5 of those years he had been giving more than massage to his predominantly female clientele and was able to indulge in a bit of nookie on the side until he was only massaging clients, he knew he would be able to fuck. when the mood took him.

But it became too easy and even his favourite fucks began to lose their appeal because there was something missing, love.

Harrison was married when he was twenty and bitterly divorced when he was twenty-three and after that point in his life all of his relationships were based purely on sex, and he never had a single thought about love.

All that changed however when he first laid eyes on Bella Greene, and he fell in love with her on the spot.

She was not one of his clients or one of his conquests, she was just a girl five years his junior and for her he gladly gave up his favourite fucks on the massage table and changed over to a predominantly male clientele, all for his heart’s desire, Bella.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (550) Like a Steam Train

 

On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town was underway; however, they are also very proud of their history and the Railway Museum is a testament to that pride.

Franz Kraus is the museum curator, and he only loves one thing more than the exhibits and that’s pussy.

So, it was not unusual for him to combine the two by inviting suitable strumpets for a special out of hours tour of the museum.

Gabriella Margetts was a fairly regular recipient of his lust.

“Can we go on the Orient Express carriage?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said and led her to the exhibit and up the steps to the restaurant car.

After walking between the array of tables, set for dinner, they exited the carriage towards the sleeping car.

Franz thought that the cabin with the bunks stowed away, and the banquette sofa would be suitable for them to while away some time in mutual gratification.

Gabbi clearly had a similar idea, because the moment they entered the cabin she wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it.

Franz stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and then as she pulled her top off over her head he inched forward and ran his fingers through her lush growth.

“I think trains make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.

“Everything makes you horny” Franz said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her gash.

Gabriella leant back against the bulkhead, and he kissed her as he fingered her slippery slit.

“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creamy cunny.
As he frigged her and Gabbi came loudly she closed her thighs on his hand, but he freed himself and carried her to the banquette where she climbed onto the sofa on all fours and presented him with her moist pink pussy so he knelt behind Gabbi’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.

“Oh Franz that feels so good” she said “So hot and so dirty”
Gabbi had her face pressed against the glass admiring the impressive examples of Victorian engineering as he banged her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to climax and Gabbi screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When Franz withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back

“That was so good” she purred, and he sat on the sofa beside her.

 

After a brief respite Gabriella wanted to play some more and as she knelt on the floor sucking his cock he said

“Trains really do make you horny”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (549) Christmas Feasting

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet-on-Willow, and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet Green which was where Kit Robson lived with his parents.

The week before Christmas he was picking girlfriend Molly Combe up from university and got to her student Halls around eleven o’clock and miracle of miracles, she was ready, and half an hour after he finished loading the car they finally got away after she finished saying her goodbyes.

 

When they got back to the Dulcets, Kit thought Molly would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but after she found out that her parents were away visiting family for the day it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.

They had barely got through the front door before she was on him, not having done it since Halloween had obviously made her really hungry for it.

Her lips fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.

It was a very sensual kiss, and his manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on it.

Molly was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock, her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring him in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.

“Oh, Molly that’s so good” he said as Molly sucked him up good and proper, but before she got too enthusiastic, he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.

Kit pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem.

Gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards, so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers.

He’d been wondering if she was wearing any, as she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants in many of their sexual encounters when she was “well up for it”.

Kit slid his hands around to her rear and as he groped her arse, he found that she was. 

“You’re wearing knickers,” he said sounding more than a little surprised.

 “It’s too chilly to go without” she responded,

“I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”.

“Not much chance of that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse and followed them down to her ankles and knelt before her neat bush.

Molly was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up, he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

Kit was ready to fuck her, but she wanted his tongue first so in the spirit of the season he obliged her.

He had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

Molly let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up with her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive him.

Once achieved he slid effortlessly into Molly’s hot creamy cunny.

“Ohhhhh God” she gasped.

Molly’s legs locked around his middle, and he banged her against the wall.

He had one hand on her hip and with the other gripped the door frame as he banged her again and again, and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster, which was like being applauded for his efforts.

 

With each early stroke he put into her she responded with a long-satisfied sigh but as the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened, she could only manage hoarse grunts, finishing with a scream as he emptied his Christmas sac into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“Merry fucking Christmas” 

“Tis the season” he retorted.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (548) Setting a Trap

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and two of the staff members were Kelsey Raffo and Larry Coombe and there was an attraction between them however nothing happened other than a lot of flirting in public, and a lot of self-abuse in private.

So, Kelsey decided to take matter into her own hands, in a more meaningful way. 

 

It was on an afternoon when they were supposed to be working together in one of the suites, officially at least, she was Larry’s supervisor and she had told him about the job which was in fact bogus, so Kelsey got to the suite first, undressed and got in position.

 

Larry arrived at the room and used his pass key and closed the door behind him and as soon as he walked into the room, he spied in the afternoon light a naked buttock of a semi naked woman protruding from beneath a towel.

He dallied by the bed and felt the start of arousal and then when he spotted a supervisor’s uniform draped over a chair accompanied by pink lingerie, he knew who the buttock belonged to.

So, he undressed before he knelt down and kissed her plump cheek as the stirring continued.

Larry knew she was only pretending to be asleep, so he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips, at his first touch she was no more than moist but she lathered up very nicely, very quickly, as he stroked her, and she began moaning softly into her pillow.

As Kelsey warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow, he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.

After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her hot pussy, she slithered off the bed and knelt in front of him so he could dispatch her.

Larry didn’t need an invitation so he put his hands on her waist and impatiently speared her wet pussy and she grasped fistfuls of duvet while he fucked her, but after a couple of strokes Kelsey began thrusting against him and moaned uncontrollably as he pummelled her and her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat, and she was so hot, so tight and so juicy and with every penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.

Larry could feel himself on the threshold as Kelsey thrashed about before him and then with a scream of satisfaction, she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her sweet cunny.

 

After a period of post coital afterglow cuddling up under the duvet where they mused on the surprisingly good fuck they had shared and neither of them were in any rush to leave the bed so their thoughts turned back to lust and a mutual oral interlude ensued which turned out to be a prelude to another spinetingling fuck when Kelsey wildly rode his cock like a monkey on a stick, before they had to go back to work, but it wasn’t just the sex, that kept them in that bed all afternoon, which was outstanding, it was because there was also love, and that made it even more special.

And because of that it wasn’t the last time they enjoyed each other in an empty room so they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the rooms, even when she was on her monthly and he couldn’t fuck her tight pussy they would still spend an hour or two in bed. 

Sometimes they would just hold each other and sleep but when the mood took her the pretty girl with a sweet nature, an angelic countenance and straw-coloured hair would give him a tit wank or just suck him dry.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (547) Matters into her Own Hands

 

Jenny Ambrose worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead

in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.

 

Jenny Ambrose had had plenty of boyfriends and she was not a virgin, but she hadn’t found a man to get her motor purring until she started working at the Holiday Camp and she first met James.

Jenny lived in Sharpinghead with her parents, but James had a chalet on site but after three weeks she was getting increasingly horny and they were still at the stage of a quick hand job or a cheeky finger, but she wanted so much more, and every time she saw him, she was instantly horny, and after every interlude with James she was left a little hornier than the time before.

 

She lay in bed and was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom in her parents’ house until James made his move or she made hers.

 

Jenny was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams, and just downright dirty dreams all of which featured James dressed in various costumes and for every costume there was a different position in which he was fucking her and as a result she was wetter in the morning than she had been the night before.

 

After a quick shower and a satisfying fingering, she had breakfast with her parents and then walked into work where her first port of call was the common room where she hoped to see James however, he was nowhere to be seen so she got to work.

 

Jenny was a chalet maid and spent the morning stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and as she stuffed the joy juice covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled, dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, she cursed the dirty lucky cows.

 

As Jenny walked towards the common room she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her shift, and the thought of it was making her very wet and she sincerely hoped that she would be even wetter when her plans came to fruition.

James had no idea of what plans were afoot and as Jenny went about her duties over the next couple of hours, she was imagining every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.

 

At the end of her shift, she went to the office and asked.

“Can I have a spare key for 33?”

“What for” Agnes began “No don’t tell me, if it’s something dirty I’ll just be jealous?”

“Ok, I’ll just take the spare key” she replied bashfully.

“Here you are then” she said, “you lucky girl”.

“Thanks” Jenny said as she took the key and went to chalet 33 and rode James like a slutty cowgirl.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (546) Staff Entertainment

 

Scott Lawrence worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead

in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.

Joseph was an entertainer which was a bit of a jack of all trade’s occupation, basically it was all about keeping the punters amused.

Whereas all he actually wanted to do was to amuse himself with fellow entertainer Katie Ralph.

He knew very well that she felt the same way but after a month they hadn’t got past the cheeky finger and a quick hand job stage, and Katie had had enough of the entrees and was ready for the meat course.

 

Scott had fallen asleep in the chair in his chalet, and he awoke suddenly to find Katie Ralph standing in the doorway.

He wasn’t sure if it was real or whether he was dreaming about her again, so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again, she was still there.

It must have been the sound of the door opening and closing that had stirred him from his slumber because she hadn’t made a sound and she didn’t speak, Katie just stood there dressed as a housemaid, having just come from a performance, in the concert Hall.

Wearing a black dress with white cuffs and matching collar, Scott liked the collar and cuffs to match, blacks tights, at least he presumed them to be tights anyway, and heels to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a white frilly apron, with a matching hat on her head, Scott thought she looked very sexy, but to be honest he wanted her so badly that he would have thought she looked sexy in a black bin bag.

Without either of them speaking Katie reached behind her and undid her apron and dropped it on the floor as she walked slowly towards him, she began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

Scott could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible and by the time, she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her black tights.

Emily leant forward and put a hand on the back of the chair to support herself allowing the full weight of her tits to hang seductively inviting in their black lace holster and then she kissed him in a wet, passionate, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.

When she stopped Katie stood up unhooked the catch between her breasts and leant forward again and put a hand on the back of the chair and her tits swung invitingly free in front of his face until he got his hands on them and fondled them before sucking on her magnificent erect pink nipples and suckled on them like a hungry child.

Her chest was rising and falling, and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her teats and when he stopped sucking on her tits, he left them wet, misshapen, and swollen.

Katie stood up again and taking hold of both hands pulled him up off the chair, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was suddenly around her ankles.

After stepping out of her dress she dragged him over to the bed and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Scott knew that only the 70-denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of wet knickers stood between him and the prize, so he pushed her backwards onto the bed and reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights and knickers off her buttocks, down her thighs, passed her knee and off over her feet.

As soon as her tights and drawers hit the floor Katie opened her legs wide and pulled her knees back, so they rested on her tits.

When Scott looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was obvious what she wanted him to do next, so he plunged into the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Scott” she moaned as he noshed on her cunny and gripped hands full of duvet as he continued to work on her with his tongue and Katie very soon came, long and hard.

Scott stood up licking his lips and Katie sat up on the edge of the bed.

“Do me” she begged “do me now”.

Katie tried to release his cock from his trousers, with her bra hanging on her like a gunslinger’s vest, but she was struggling.

“Let me do it” he said so she moved to the middle of the bed and sat.

on her haunches.

“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.

Her black shoulder length hair was bouncing with her and as he looked down at her Minge, he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.

As Katie bounced, everything bounced although his eyes focused on her tits.

“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and then she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her, and she hurriedly began undoing his trousers.

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue poking out the side of her mouth.

“There he is” Katie said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the throbbing beast and her eyes were fixed on it until she looked up at his face as she played with his cock.
Scott closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was deep in her mouth.

James could feel Emily’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound and she looked up and smiled wickedly and then she devoured him again with her hot mouth.

Scott could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him, her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips were slurping around his cock.

“Oh, that’s so nice Katie,” he gasped.

But he was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she was enjoying her task, but he didn’t want her to suck him off, not that time anyway.

He needn’t have worried though because Katie suddenly relinquished her oral assault and leapt up and taking him completely by surprise, she shoved him hard, so he fell onto the bed, this was no mean feat considering she was five foot nothing and he was six foot four.

“Get on your back” she commanded, and he duly complied, and, in an instant, she was on top of him and thrusting her eager cunny onto his throbbing cock.

“Oh, that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on Scott again and again.

He lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him, and she remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans.

Not needing to intercede he just gripped her tidy buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and screamed.

“Oh fuck” as he shot his seed into her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (545) Watersports

 

In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield which was a Military Town whereas Nettlebrdge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth.

Tony Denbury was a shepherd with his own hill farm, and he made a good living but that wasn’t his only source of revenue.

Because every month he had a special paying guest, Kelly Tan.

Kelly was Honk Kong Chinese, and he met her at university, and they dated for a couple of years, but their sex life became complicated by the fact that her tastes evolved in a different direction to his own.   

Everyone has foibles when it comes to sex, but Kelly’s turned out to be water based.

Kelly was a very pretty girl, and looking at her you would never have known the depths of deviancy she plumbed.

It was something she really struggled to get fulfilled but when he took over the farm, he was able to accommodate her in one of the barns.

Her particular brand of perversion was to be suspended naked from ropes, tied around each wrist and one ankle, and then be hoisted on pulleys until both arms and one leg were above her head and only the tips of her toes of her free leg remained in contact with the ground.

Once she was completely suspended a jet of water was squirted at her nipples, anus, and her hairy crack.

When they were dating Tony was unwilling to pander to her freaky foibles and they broke up, but he loved her and he regretted it, so when he took over the farm, he called her up.

So, every month she would drive up from Abbottsford and he would string her up and squirt her to orgasm.

She was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, but you would never have known that when she was in action because her face was contorted by repeated orgasms, and she orgasmed a lot in the watery environment and she screamed in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end,

When it was all over and she was orgasmed to exhaustion she would be a spent force and he would have to carry Kelly back to the house and warm her up in the bath, then she would sleep for 24 hours straight.

The next day she would eat a full English breakfast before spending two days making love like a normal couple before returning to Abbottsford and a month later, they would do it all again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (544) Entertaining an Entertainer

 

Joseph Walker worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead

in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.

Joseph was an entertainer which was a bit of a jack of all trade’s occupation, basically it was all about keeping the punters amused.

Whereas all he actually wanted to do was to amuse himself with fellow entertainer Brooke Flemming.

He was pretty sure she felt the same way but after a month they hadn’t got past the flirting stage.

 

Being a Holiday Camp Entertainer involved a number of costumes changes every day so there was a large changing room attached to racks where people stored their costumes.

Joe was already in a cubicle putting on a Toga for an “Up Pompeii” skit they were doing that evening when he heard Brooke and her friend Emily, Brooke was in the cubicle next to his, and he liked that.

He liked the idea that while he was in his cubicle semi naked there was only a plasterboard wall separating him from Brooke who was certainly naked for at least part of the time she was in there and he was getting aroused at the thought of it.

 

“Are you done Brooke?” Emily asked.

“I’m nearly ready” came the reply as she wriggled her way into her  swimsuit

“I’m going back to the Chalet” Emily said, “Do you need anything?”

“Oh yes, can you bring me some more knickers, these ones keep going up my crack” she replied.

“No problem I’ll be back in an hour”.

“Thanks Em” Brooke said.

James couldn’t believe his luck, not only was he in the cubicle next to hers, but he had a one-hour window in which to try and make an impression.

He left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he heard her pull the curtain across he waited for a second and pulled his own curtain across and he found he had timed it to perfection as Brooke was standing right there wearing a yellow one-piece swimsuit.

“Hello Brooke” he said dressed in a toga.

“Oh Joe” she said almost jumping out of her skin.

“You made me jump; I didn’t know you were here”.

“I had to get changed for the “Up Pompeii” sketch” he said as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure where the expected pert little breasts were there for all to see.

She blushed when she noticed him looking at her protruding nipples but made no move to cover them up,

“Do you come here often?” she said trying to cover her embarrassment and failing but they both laughed.

“Wow it’s really nice to see you in a swimsuit” he said.

“You look so good”.

This made her quite flustered so as he stared into her eyes, he took hold of her hand and pulled her gently into the cubicle and pulled the curtain.

“Don’t you need to be on stage?” she asked but before he could reply she kissed him and the moment her lips touched his she stood on tip toe and locked her arms around his neck like.

 

It was the moment both of them had been waiting for and it was a hot kiss while his hands caressed up and down her small frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.

But Brooke was impatient, so she pushed Joe down on the little bench, then pulled the front of her costume down to expose her perky tits, Joseph stared at the two beautiful pert pink confections topped by small pink nipples as they quivered before his libidinous eyes.

Brooke gave him a lusty smile before straddling his lap and resuming the kiss, her tongue invading his mouth like a striking serpent with her lips locked limpet like on his, her nostril flared and snorting in air as his hands played with her plump treasures.

She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck and as his hands cupped her naked breasts and as he played with her hardening nipples her arms gripped tighter and although her face was still buried deep in the crook of his neck, he could still hear her murmur.

As beautiful as her titties were, he soon tired of them, so he moved his hand down across her belly and inside her costume and in response her body stiffened, and she held her breath as his hand progressed, but she didn’t resist or halt his progress.

Joe’s fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the lush hair of her pubes where they dallied momentarily before proceeding down into the abyss of her hot and creamy cunny, and she let out a moan of pleasure at his touch and made no effort to stifle her exclamations, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.

He continued stroking her juicy cunny, bringing her ever more closely to orgasm until she screamed out, as she came beneath his touch.

Brooke had felt his hard cock press against her thigh while he fingered her, and she would have truly loved to ride his cock but neither of them wanted their first shag to be a rushed and sordid coupling in a cubicle.

They were both confident they would conclude their carnal business on another day, so she gave him a soft and gentle kiss, then slithered off his lap and when she was kneeling on the floor, she lifted his toga and took his stout cock in her mouth and sucked him dry.