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Sunday, 20 April 2025

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

After a long languorous kiss Tara said

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

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

“I’ll take it as it comes” Tara said

“But I’m not, fresh” she whispered

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

“You were late” he stated

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

“You’ve cum before though” he said

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

“When you finger yourself” he said

“Yes” she replied and blushed

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

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

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

“What?” she gasped

“Undress for me” he repeated

“Do you mean everything?” she asked sheepishly

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

“And then you’ll do stuff?” she asked

“I promise you will not be disappointed”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was so dirty”

 

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

“Come on, its time”

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

“I don’t want you to go home” he said

“What then?” she asked

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

“What does that mean?”

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

He asked and she shook her head

“Do you want to find out?”

“Will it make me cum again?” Victoria asked

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

“Come on then”

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“I really didn’t mean to” she pleaded

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

 

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

“So, you want some more?” he asked

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“God yes” she exclaimed which made him laugh

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I come back after lunch?”

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

“See you later then” she said excitedly

Sunday, 6 December 2020

Choice Tales from the Vale – (291) The Collector

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north, but it’s in the Village of Great Trotwood where the participants of the tale live their lives.

But Colin Wild had the afternoon off, so he drove into Abbeyvale to do a bit of shopping, nothing major just toiletries and the like, and he got most of what he wanted at Harvey’s Pharmacy, and it was after leaving the shop when he bumped into an acquaintance coming out of a very expensive lingerie establishment.

The nature of that acquaintance was of a more intimate hue than pure friendship, but for proprieties sake they had to maintain the façade of friendship as he was the Curate of St Timothy’s in Great Trotwood and she was wealthy married woman, Candice Robinson, and her husband was a local bigwig.

“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.

“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question

“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered

“You’re incorrigible,” she said

“Is that a maybe?” he asked

Unmoved by his enquiry she shook her head disappointedly.

“You still owe me a pair anyway” she said quietly

“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my glove compartment”

“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Candy said

“What a great idea” he said “There’s a great framer in market street, they’ll look great hanging in the Vestry”

“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing

The reason he was in possession of an expensive pair of her slightly soiled black silk knickers was because he had removed them from her tidy bod during a late-night tryst in a quiet wood on the outskirts of Little Trottwood.

However, before she could redress after the act they were almost discovered only minutes after he had withdrawn.

“Have you got time for a coffee?” she asked

“I do” he replied so they went into a coffee house, a nice one, Café Société, not one of the chains, a very swanky establishment.

Colin ordered the drinks as Candice sat in the corner and when he joined her, he said

“I wouldn’t mind adding to my collection” he mused, and she blushed knowing he was referring to her knickers again and then after a few moments she said

“You’re not having the new ones”

“Well, I’ll settle for the ones you’re wearing now” Colin said and smiled as she blushed scarlet

A few minutes later they left the comfort of the plush upholstered sofas and went off to the loo.

 

Twenty minutes later they returned in tandem and Candice walked through the coffee shop sans panties and when she sat down, she giggled.

“Wow that was very saucy” she said “and you know I like saucy”

“How do you feel?” he asked as he fondled the warm silk fabric in his pocket

“I always feel good afterwards” she whispered

“I meant; how do you feel going commando” he explained “in public”

“It felt really dirty” she replied “but in a good way, it’s very liberating”

“Good” he said “I can’t wait until the next time I liberate you”

Saturday, 5 December 2020

Choice Tales from the Vale – (290) Family Affairs

 

Sarah Kessler was a hard-working woman who had her own hairdressing business in Abbeyvale, it was only a small concern and was certainly no threat to the Mazzone’s chain of establishment, but it was all hers and she did alright.

But for her birthday her sister Karen bought her a three day, all-inclusive Spa break for her and a friend at the Tipton Manor Hotel and Spa in the north of Downshire County, and they had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, Raki, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.

But before she went for dinner on the first night she had just enough time to phone home and check in with her boyfriend Chris, who she was missing terribly.

 

Chris Eames loved Sarah very much, but he also loved sex and he didn’t really care who with, and while Sarah was away in Tipton he was entertaining his girlfriend’s sister Karen and was still doing so when the phone rang.

He had Karen laying bent across his lap with her jeggings pulled down around her knees and her skimpy knickers half way down her thighs, all of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh vivid red hands prints of an excellent spanking her globes had just received.

There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from her pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double-digit ministrations was eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone interrupted him, so he picked it up with his dry hand and he saw that it was Sarah,

“Hey babe” Sarah said, “Are you missing me?”

“So much” he said, his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness

“Are you being good?”

“I am being incredibly good” he replied as he looked down at Karen squirming on his lap, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her juicy hole, and she came, then Karen turned to look at him and grinned.

Sarah then listed in detail all the things they had done while Karen slithered off his lap and onto her knees, where she set about extricating his cock from his trousers and by the time Sarah had finished the next day’s itinerary Karen’s mouth had engulfed it.

“Ok babe I have to go now” Sarah said, “Behave yourself,”

“I will” he said

“Promise?”

“I promise” he said “Now go and have dinner”

“Ok, bye, love you”

“I love you too” he said and hung up.

He felt no guilt as he looked down at Karen’s head rising and falling on his shaft as his cock was already in her mouth well before he promised to behave.

Tuesday, 1 December 2020

Choice Tales from the Vale – (285) On the Brink of the Abyss

 

Howard put his hand on the side of Sarah’s face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest and her hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Sarah looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions as their foreheads touched and she panted in Howards face with each stroke along her creamy crack.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed, and she gasped.

Howard kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy wetness and Sarah exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him, and her hands were on his buttocks, groping and squeezing.

As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, and her rasping breaths became deeper.

Her panting became erratic, her head rolled, and her nails dug into his flesh and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm.

Howard gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.

“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.

“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between pants

“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet and went to sleep.

Monday, 30 November 2020

Choice Tales from the Vale – (284) The Old Flame

Gary was sitting in the bar enjoying a pint before he went to his room to turn in, when he spotted a familiar figure, a nice little figure and one that he had once known intimately.

Maureen was still as lovely as she always was, and she still clearly had class, and immaculate dress sense in a flared silk dress and matching accessories, the only thing she wasn’t wearing was a smile, which surprised him, and then she went out through the door towards the toilets, so he thought he’d say hello when she returned.

 

After about 20 minutes he was convinced Maureen wasn’t going to the toilets but had actually gone home, so he drained his glance and decided to use the facilities himself before getting another drink.

But when he left the bar he found Maureen standing by the cigarette machine with her back to him and it was apparent that she was crying

“Maureen?” he said

“Yes” she answered as she turned towards him

“Oh Gary” she exclaimed and buried her face in his chest and began to cry anew.

           

When he managed to get her to calm down he got to the bottom of what had upset her, and that was her boyfriend, who had just dumped her, he never found out his name she just kept referring to him as “bastard”.

After that he proposed he take her for a quiet drink, so they could talk, but she didn’t want to go back into the bar, so he suggested they go to his room instead and get room service and she agreed. 

 

Upstairs in the room, one drink lead to another drink, and another and then the talking and reminiscing lead to kissing, and the potent mix of kissing, alcohol and a deep-seated regret at separating, meant that one thing led to another.

 

Although Maureen had been very upset at the time, after being dumped by her “bastard” ex-boyfriend the night before, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she took every ounce of satisfaction from him, that night and twice again the next morning.

The second time of which occurred when he was in the shower washing her lust off his body, and it began when she slipped quietly into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and sucked him up to full erection.

After which she used him and abused him and by the end of the knee trembler against the tiles he was shattered, and he collapsed as his legs had completely gone.

He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries and he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for a full twenty minutes.

 

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Maureen was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” he retorted

“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and then he scooped her up in his arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed.

But that was all they did as he had to vacate the room and they both had trains to catch and besides he was so knackered that he probably wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 24 hours.

So, he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry, then she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew by her leery expression that there would definitely be a next time.

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 64) St David’s Day

When I returned to the village after a rattling good shag with Shula in the back of the Mahajak’s shop van, Shula was in much higher spirits after our adventure in the lay-by than she was before it.
I parked the truck by the back door to the shop and got out; I went around to the passenger side and helped Shula step down and managed to slip a hand up her sweater and even uncupped one perky little tit before her feet hit the floor.
“Thank you Simon” she said “but you’re only supposed to take my hand”
“I’ll remember that for next time” I said
She opened the rear door to the shop while I opened the back doors of the van.
“Alois, Alois” she called and the amiable young man appeared.
“Yes Shula” he said attentively
“Can you unload the van please” she asked kindly “So Simon can return home”
“Yes Shula” he said surprised at being asked to do something rather be ordered “of course Shula”
He looked at me and I nodded sagely and he smiled before going about his task.
I patted him on the shoulder and said
“She’s warming to you Alois”

When I got back home Katy was sat in the kitchen with Maria Cherry-Thicket who stood up and excused herself within minutes of my return.
I think she still harboured her suspicions about my moral suitability.
Of course she was perfectly correct about her instincts regarding me.
She did after all catch me and Tilly Bushe in Santa’s Grotto or more precisely caught me in Tilly in the grotto.
Though Tilly and I covered our tracks before she raised the alarm she knew what she saw and she was uncomfortable in my presence.
As the front door closed Katy let out long sigh.
“Thank you God” she said looking to the heavens,
“Katy” I rebuked her
“I don’t mean it” she said, “Maria is a lovely person but a little too pious”
In the evening Claire called in on her way home, it was only a very short visit but we would see more of her on Saturday.
Later that night as I sat in the uncomfortable chair next to Katy’s bed she said
“You’re a very kind man Simon”
“What’s brought this on?” I asked
“Well letting me stay here, in your house, in your bed, looking after me” she elaborated “and today driving the van to help Shula”
Well I felt a bit guilty about that, although I meant well and did it to help her I did end up helping myself.
“We all have to do what we can as we go along the road” I said “that’s all”

On Saturday I rose early to a beautiful sunny morning, the nicest morning we had seen for several weeks.
Katy also woke early and prompted by the certain knowledge that her future didn’t hold many such glorious mornings she arose.
It pained me greatly on such a morning that I had to chastise her for attempting the stairs unaided.
“I came down on my bum” she said, “It was quite safe”
As a result of her solo ascent she was seated on her throne in the kitchen when the nurse arrived,
And I was much surprised to see Molly had sent me a pretty one with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale.
Things were looking up, though we did nothing more than smile and flirt and I was reminded of Molly’s words to me “if I sent you a pretty one, what would you do with her”

We had a number of visitors during the course of the day; all sanctioned by the formidable Olivier Adamson, but none of them stayed for long.
In the evening there was no repeat of the pretty nurse but instead we were blessed with a pretty doctor when Claire Andrews walked through the front door.
“Hello!!” she called “Anybody home”
“In here” I called back
I was alone in the kitchen at the time Claire walked in
“Where’s Katy?” she asked a split second before the toilet flushed.

Claire took Katy into the lounge and did the medical stuff while I prepared the evening meal, well when I said prepared I should more aptly say I put a frozen Pasticcio into the oven.
Claire was staying for dinner and was also staying the night while I did another Roving Angels Patrol.

After dinner and when everything was cleared away it was time to get Katy upstairs for the night.
“Right miss” I said “Are you going to be miss independent again or do you want me to carry you up”
“Carry please” she said quietly like a naughty child.
I picked her up and instantly thought she was getting lighter.
I carried her upstairs and Claire followed behind us.
I sat her on the bed and Claire took over while I got ready to go out.

I was in the spare room just about to pull up my trousers when Claire pushed open the door and stood staring.
“Can I help you?” I asked
“Oh yes” she answered with a leer
I pulled up my trousers and walked to the door
“That will have to wait until later” I said and kissed her
Then she put her keys in my hand
“This will get you home quicker” she said and we kissed again.

It was a bitter cold night for patrolling with the Angels and I was pleased at the end of the shift to get into Claire’s car and put the heater on full blast.
I was suitably thawed out by the time I pulled onto the drive.
In my absence Claire had sat up with Katy for the evening and when I walked into my study she greeted me warmly in my bed.

A few hours later I was woken by the alarm on Claire’s phone.
She had set it so she could get up and return to the spare room before Katy woke for the day.
She silenced the alarm and she quietly and carefully tried to slip out of bed unnoticed.
But as she sat on the edge and prepared to stand up I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her back under the covers.
“I have to go,” she protested
“Come first, and then go,” I insisted.

After obliging my lusty request she slipped away upstairs and I slipped into a coma and it was almost one o’clock when I came to.
I awoke to the marvellous aroma of Roast pork wafting down the hallway.
I padded along to the kitchen to find Katy and Claire hard at it cooking Sunday lunch.
“Wow roast dinner” I said “that’s great I’m starving”
The two women turned their heads towards me and simultaneously looked me up and down and said in unison
“Shower”
I did as instructed and when I returned everything was on the table with both women seated I walked to the vacant seat and Claire handed me the carving utensils.
“Thank you doctor” I said in my best Dr Kildare and we all laughed.

After lunch Claire and I cleared away while Katy sat at the table and chatted to us.
“As soon as were finished its Sunday Matinee time,” I said
“What do you fancy?”
“I don’t mind” Katy said
“Do you have “It’s a wonderful life””? Claire asked
“Oooh that’s my sisters favourite” Katy announced
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” I said
“I have two,” she replied proudly
“Older or younger?” Claire asked
“Both older,” Katy replied, “I’m the baby of the family”
Claire and I just smiled and nodded
“Anne is the oldest, and she and her husband Clive live in the Sudan where they run an orphanage, and Marion lives in Alaska where she married a local man Bob and they run a Church school in a remote settlement”
“Wow, do you get to see them often?” Claire asked
“No, no I don’t” she replied sadly
“When did you see them last?” I queried
“Seven years ago at Maz’s wedding” she replied
Then Claire asked the difficult question
“Do they know?”
“Yes” she answered
“Are they coming back to see you?” Again it was Claire with the hard question
“No, I’m afraid not” she said sadly “they live too far away and they don’t have the money to fly over”
There was a brief silence when Claire and I didn’t know what to say, I think Katy picked up on our failure and filled the silence
“We write and email and talk on the phone when we can, we’ll get to say goodbye one way or another”

After the film Claire stayed for supper and helped get Katy settled before she went home.
Then I read the Philosophers Stone to her until it was finished.

On Monday Molly sent me the pretty nurse again, the one with the strawberry coloured hair.
Her name was Freya St David, and I managed to get in some first class flirting before she rushed off.
“See you this evening,” she said as she left
Things were definitely looking up.
However apart from a marked improvement in the crumpet quality of the nurse it was an uneventful day.

On Tuesday while pretty Freya attended to Katy I searched in the lounge for the Vicars address book, which only took me a few minutes to locate and it took another five to find the information I was looking for.
I was just leaving the lounge as the nurse was coming down the stairs.
I offered Freya a coffee and to my delight she accepted.

Just after she left the phone rang, when I answered it, it was Robert Hunter asking if, providing she was up to it, he could steal Katy away for a few hours for a Women’s Institute lunch.
I check with the vicar and she was actually quite excited at the prospect so I agreed.
After I waved her off I went down to the surgery to see Olivier.
I gave her the names and addresses of Katy’s sisters and asked her to arrange tickets for them.
“I didn’t know she had sisters,” she said
“Nor did we” I answered and took my wallet out of my pocket.
Then I placed my credit card on the counter.
“First class open return” I said “and charge it all to this”
“Yes Simon” she said rather out of character, she’d never called me Simon before. “Leave it to me”

When I left the surgery I went across the road to the shop to see if Shula needed me to take her to the Cash and Carry in the van or just to take her in the back of the van.
That thought prompted a stirring of the beast below but when I got there I found Alois and Maisie working in the shop together.
Anjuli and Shula were both at the hospital as Omid had taken a turn for the worse.
That kind of took the edge off my dishonourable intentions towards Shula though my stirring didn’t abate.
So that lunchtime while the vicar was being dined by the W.I. I gave India Carrington a thorough spanking in my garage once more.
Alas our wonderfully stimulating session in my improvised house of pain and pleasure was to be our last which carried with it considerably less significance than the fact that when Katy returned from her luncheon she stepped through my front door for the very last time.

She had much enjoyed her lunch date but she said she was tired and would have a little nap.
I was also quite tired courtesy of India’s appetites so I fell asleep in front of the TV only waking when pretty Freya knocked on the door.

After having attended to Katy a prolonged exchange of significant flirting between Freya and myself followed before I said goodbye to her.
Katy was refreshed by her sleep and was hungry enough for supper though she chose to eat it in bed.
She fell asleep while as I read her “The Chamber of Secrets”.

The next day there was no pretty Freya knocking on the door at 8 o’clock in the morning; instead it was my cousin Molly.
“Hi Simon” she said brightly “did you get my present?”
“Hi Moll, yes I did” I replied “Thank you”
“Have you opened it yet?” she asked
“No not yet” I answered
The present she was referring to of course was Freya St David.
“Better hurry,” she said, “She’s in great demand”
“Don’t worry” I assured her “I will un-wrap it very soon”

The reason Molly was there was to cover for me while I went to Roehampton to see Georgia and reacquaint myself with her tidy bod.
I hadn’t seen her in the flesh for a while and she had an itch to scratch and I had the scratcher.

I called in at Mahajak’s on the way to the station to see if Shula had any needs I could fulfil and Alois told me Omid had died during the night.
I left the shop and was lost in my thoughts as I walked on towards the station; I was snapped back to reality by the sound of a car horn.
When I looked up it was Dr Andrews, who pulled her car to the kerbside just ahead of me.
“Where are you off too?” she asked having noticed my overnight bag.
“I’m going off to see Georgie,” I answered
“Lucky girl” she said and looked surprised she had said it aloud and quickly added, “Give her my best” and drove off before I had a chance to speak.
“Well I was planning to give her my best,” I thought to myself

After a thoroughly nerve tingling 24 hours with Georgia, in which I reacquainted myself with every inch of her nubile form, I returned by train to Bushy Down.



It was just after lunch on a cold damp Thursday afternoon.
February was drawing to a close but the winter seemed reluctant to loosen its grip.
I called in to the shop to offer Shula my condolences, not in this case a euphemism but she was in bed asleep.
I did however speak with Alois at length, and I found my original assessment of him to be borne out, finding him to be a very likeable young man.
I thought that Shula could do a lot worse than to set her newly widowed cap at the young man before me.
I thought they would make a good match even though it meant potentially losing another of the fillies from my stable
He was very timid and he would be perfect for Shula to manipulate and shape, in the shop as well as in her bed.
“Look after her” I said to him “she needs your support”
“I will,” he said earnestly
“She might talk tough but inside she’s really just marshmallow”
I said as I shook his hand.

When I got to within sight of the house I saw Pandora’s mini pull up outside Judith’s house.
Judith got out of the passenger side and gave me a smile and a wave as she made her way up the path.
As I approached the car Pandora wound down her window and said
“Hello darling, when are you coming to the club?”
“Never mind hello darling” I said “I got a proper telling off from Olivier Adamson for letting you and Jude in to see Katy without going through the proper channels”
“Oh dear” she said unsympathetically
“Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you darling, I promise”
“I would look forward to that,” I thought as I watched her drive away.

As I approached the front door I was feeling quite fatigued after answering all of Georgia’s demands and I was hoping that Molly wasn’t going to be in a playful mood, as I didn’t think I had it in me to have it in her.
As luck would have it she had the curse or to quote her own words
“I’ve got the decorators in”
While I was away Katy had been it some discomfort and Claire would be calling in the next morning to see if was time to increase her meds.

Contrary to the old adage March came in like a lamb and gave us our first glimpse of spring.
And along with the early spring sunshine the beautiful Dr Andrews arrived with an expression on her face that didn’t match the morning.
“I’ll go straight up,” She said

She was upstairs for about half an hour and her expression was no brighter when she came down than it was on the way up.
She walked straight over to me and hugged me.
“Everything ok?” I asked
“I didn’t think we’d have to go onto the strong stuff for another week or two” she replied “It’s progressing faster than I imagined”
For the next ten minutes Claire sobbed into my chest.

This new pain management was stronger than before but had a smaller window of effectiveness, which meant the nurse’s visits would increase and within a week or two would necessitate a nurse on duty overnight.

For my part I wanted to maintain some semblance of routine with Katy as long as possible and I kept up with the Harry Potter.

Claire gave the midday injection and in the evening pretty Freya called in at the usual time.
We flirted a bit as usual and then as she was leaving she said
“See you at midnight”

I was starting to get used to the uncomfortable chair as I read another three chapters from The Chamber of Secrets.
I only stopped at three, as there was a knock at the front door.
I opened it a few minutes before midnight.
The diminutive figure of Freya St David was standing on the step in the cold night air.
“Come in” I urged her “you don’t have to knock”
“I don’t like to enter anywhere uninvited” she said making it sound deliciously dirty.
“I’ll bare that in mind for the future” I said

While she was upstairs giving Katy her injection I was in the kitchen washing up some coffee mugs and glasses.
I didn’t hear her come downstairs nor did I hear her walk into the kitchen and sidle up behind me.
In fact the first time I knew she was standing behind me was when she slipped her arms around me and began to unfasten my belt, she then proceeded to undo the button on my jeans and tug down my zip and before I could blink she had my trousers and pants around my knees and her hands on my cock.
After a minute or two Freya steered me around so I was facing her from where she could kiss me and grab my cock in a more meaningful way at the same time.
Pretty little Freya had taken complete control of the situation, which was something I was quite unaccustomed too and it was rather refreshing.
Nonetheless I reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive little nurse up off the floor until she was standing on a kitchen chair where she continued to kiss me while I yanked her black tights and lacy knickers down to her knees.
I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs until I reached the fleshy little cheeks of her buttocks, which I caressed and squeezed before I seated her on the table so I could completely remove her pants and tights.
I sat down on the chair, which placed me perfectly between her white skinny thighs, and I was about to drink from her velvet cup when she pushed my head back.
“Later” she said taking the initiative again and climbed on to my lap.
She kissed me hard on the mouth and her little tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a tiny serpent as she impaled her hot tight cunny around my cock, her hot breath filling my mouth as she moaned and slid down on me.
I instantly set about separating her from her uniform, which only took a few seconds once I had located the zip.
Once she was naked my hands quickly sort out and found her lovely little breasts.
Freya by that time had her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and was going at me with relish, her mouth was now by my ear and she was moaning hoarsely as she pumped down.
All I could do at the point when the pace became frenetic was to grasp at her buttocks and hang on for dear life as she pumped up and down on my shaft, faster and faster.
“Oh Simon” She whimpered as she moved towards the abyss.
I moved my hands up to her hips to control the rhythm.
As she gripped the back of the chair behind my head and through gritted teeth her moans grew louder and louder and louder
“Ohhhh god” she screamed and throwing back her head she pumped on me again and then I came in her.
Again she pumped and again milking me of every drop.
“Mmmmm” Freya exclaimed as she wrapped herself around my neck again and kissed me.
We stayed like that for a minute or so then she was on the move and released my cock from its syrupy tomb with a pleasurable sigh and I took her to my bed.