(Part 01)
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s lived in Childean and every year they had a family holiday in Spain together.
Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira just along the coast from Benidorm.
And it was on one such family holiday in Spain one particular year when it first happened.
Mark Osborn was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday and his cousin Karen was just sixteen.
Karen had followed him around with puppy dog eyes for as long as he could remember but he always gave her the brush off, but since the previous Christmas he had suddenly become aware of her sexuality when instead of just following him around Karen started flirting with him outrageously and quite expertly.
From the moment they set off for the airport she was flaunting and flirting with him but he wasn't really interested, he already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two in the wings so he tried his best to ignore her.
But that proved to be easier said than done when she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini and she was extremely fit and she flaunted what she had very well.
So he weakened, after all he was only eighteen so he took his chance one hot afternoon.
Both sets of parents and the younger siblings had gone off on a visit somewhere, a vineyard or monastery or shrine, somewhere boring, so he made an excuse and stayed at the villa as he had lust on his mind.
Mark knew Karen was up for it as well when she did the same.
Once the parents were well on their way he walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel and she was stood with her back to him and she was wearing only black satin underwear, matching pants and camisole, he knew she had borrowed them for the occasion because he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her mum in them on the day they arrived at the Villa.
He walked up behind her and dropped his towel before wrapping his arms around her and Karen 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.
Mark inclined his head and leant over and kissed her, Karen 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 Karen was hot and wet.
Mark then released his grip on her and rested his hands lightly on her waist as he moved slowly onto his knees.
Karen visibly trembled as he hooked his fingerers inside the waist band of her panties and pulled her satin knickers down over her slim hips, they slipped down with great ease against her silky skin and over her tight young cheeks, as she wasn’t as amply proportioned as her mother, and they tumbled quickly down to her ankles.
Mark kissed the small of her back, his lips brushing gently across her skin and she trembled he fondled her perfect round cheeks.
(Part 02)
He stood up effortlessly and his hands settled on her narrow hips 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.
Mark kissed the nape of her neck while still caressing her breasts and then he whispered in her ear and Karen pulled her camisole off over her head.
Completely naked 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 old on her plump 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, maybe he would do that another day, instead he fingered her juicy young cunny 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.
Karen gasped, first in pain as he broke her hymen and then again in pleasure as he thrust again, more deeply.
Her taut 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.
Mark then bent down and kissed the small of her back then he picked up her panties and wiped his cock clean with them before discarded them on the bed next to her panting sweating body
“That was nice” he said and gave her cheek a slap “I’m going for a swim, I’ll see you out there”
“I’m tired” she replied “I think I’ll have a sleep”
“Oh that’s a shame” Mark said “because after a swim I thought we could go to my room, but if you’re tired never mind”
Five minutes later Karen arrived by the pool wearing her yellow bikini, Mark liked what he could see but his eyes were drawn to the crotch of her bottoms which already sporting a wet patch.
“I like you in that” he said “but I don’t think you’ll be wearing it for long”
Mark was not wrong about that they had five minutes in the pool and then she spent the rest of the afternoon in his room and he spent it in her.
They almost got caught when the parents returned as they had fallen asleep in his bed but they got away with it.
Although that day was the first time they had sex it was not the last occasion on that holiday that they did it.
And nor was that holiday the last time that the kissing cousins got sweaty together, in fact over the years they became regular fuck buddies.
Monday, 10 April 2017
Sunday, 9 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (026) Goddess Seduction
(Part 01)
Justine Wyatt was a 25 year old Estate Agent at Lyndon-Sanders Properties in Purplemere, it wasn’t her chosen career nor was it what she envisaged doing when she left University with an English Literature degree, but she had to do something and she seemed to be quite good at it and it paid the bills.
She was an attractive girl with long brunette hair and she had a nice flat in the town and lived quite comfortably but she did live alone.
And there was something missing in her life, she had tried and failed so many times in relationships but apparently she just kept picking the wrong men and so she seemed destined to live alone but destiny had a knack of surprising you if you were lucky.
Justine’s surprise came one bright spring morning in a quiet suburb of Purplemere when she went to visit a vendor with a three bedroom house to sell.
The house was owned by a Mr and Mrs Hack who had both had to go into residential care in Dulcet Green and she was there to meet their granddaughter Carol Hack.
Justine knocked on the door and it was opened by a pretty young blond with piercing blue eyes.
Carol was younger than Justine by six or seven years and for a moment or two she was speechless as she stared into Carols eyes.
For the first time since she’d been an Estate Agent she completely forgot what to say.
“Are you from Lyndon-Sanders?” Carol asked
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m Justine Wyatt” she replied a little flustered
“Come in” she said with a knowing smile “I’m Carol”
Once inside, Carole left Justine to wander around downstairs taking measurements while she went upstairs.
Justine soon regained her composure and with all the measuring done downstairs Justine called upstairs
“Is it ok if I come up?”
Sometimes vendors liked to take a few minutes to make sure there were no dirty knickers left lying on the floor and the toilet had been flushed.
“Yes I’m ready for you” Carol shouted back
Justine nodded and started up the stares
“And try to be professional” she said to herself.
As she stepped onto the landing she could see there was only one door open so she decided to measure that one first, but as soon as she stepped over the thresh hold she was speechless again because the pretty little blue eyed blond was standing by the bed completely naked with what could only be described as a leer on her face.
Not only was Justine speechless she was also frozen to the spot, the only thing she could move were her eyes which hungrily consumed every inch of Carol’s beautiful young firm body as she slowly walked towards her.
Carol smiled broadly with satisfaction because of the obvious affect she was having on Justine and when she stood in front of the mesmerized Estate Agent she kissed her gently on the lips.
(Part 02)
It was the first time Justine’s lips had tasted such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped.
Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Carol.
Justine wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with men, and she needed to say it before things went too far.
Carol was smiling at her again but Justine smiled weakly back and looked troubled.
“I’m not…” she began but Carol put a finger to Justine’s lips
“Shush” she said and kissed her again but more meaningfully than the first embrace of Justine’s seduction and the gentle passion of her kiss quickened her pulse, electrifying her.
And when Carol began unbuttoning her blouse it was met with compliance, as was the unfastening of her bra, and as the items of clothing had hit the floor, Carol’s hands, as if gloved in velvet, slid across Justine’s silken skin, mapping her every contour, each and every sweep and curve of her.
Justine was powerless to resist as she felt Carol’s velvet touch on her full breasts, and tingling traversed her spine as Carol was teasing her, pleasing her.
Justine felt warm breath and soft lips on her breasts and then on their proud pink tips, but breathed again before the moist heat of her warm honey mouth enveloped her nipples in turn.
Her mind was in a whirl as the cute sensuous girl made love to her, with its unexpected sensuality revealing her unknown sensuality.
She had never known such a feeling, passionate, erotic, toe curling,
getting her hot, getting her wet and so she submitted to her in guiltless acquiescence as Carol undressed her and soon Justine was as naked as the young beauty making love to her and then Carol’s lips began their journey, kissing their way, “to where?” Justine asked herself as her mouth, soft and tender, traced in kisses around her ribcage and lower still
“Oh my god, to there” she screamed in her head “Will she kiss me there?”
Justine’s body shivered, and quivered as her skin tingled as she felt Carol’s breath on the soft expanse of her belly
“Should I let her?” she asked herself “Should I let her kiss me there?”
She squirmed beneath the young Goddess, her head swimming as her body burned for her, ached and yearned for her as she felt her breath stir her pubic hair as her cheek lay against her thigh.
Justine looked down at the pretty young blond looking back at her with her piercing blue eyes and she yielded to the Goddess and opened her self like a portal and delivered herself to her in all her vulnerability, her innocence, as the seductress delivered sweet ecstasy.
Justine Wyatt was a 25 year old Estate Agent at Lyndon-Sanders Properties in Purplemere, it wasn’t her chosen career nor was it what she envisaged doing when she left University with an English Literature degree, but she had to do something and she seemed to be quite good at it and it paid the bills.
She was an attractive girl with long brunette hair and she had a nice flat in the town and lived quite comfortably but she did live alone.
And there was something missing in her life, she had tried and failed so many times in relationships but apparently she just kept picking the wrong men and so she seemed destined to live alone but destiny had a knack of surprising you if you were lucky.
Justine’s surprise came one bright spring morning in a quiet suburb of Purplemere when she went to visit a vendor with a three bedroom house to sell.
The house was owned by a Mr and Mrs Hack who had both had to go into residential care in Dulcet Green and she was there to meet their granddaughter Carol Hack.
Justine knocked on the door and it was opened by a pretty young blond with piercing blue eyes.
Carol was younger than Justine by six or seven years and for a moment or two she was speechless as she stared into Carols eyes.
For the first time since she’d been an Estate Agent she completely forgot what to say.
“Are you from Lyndon-Sanders?” Carol asked
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m Justine Wyatt” she replied a little flustered
“Come in” she said with a knowing smile “I’m Carol”
Once inside, Carole left Justine to wander around downstairs taking measurements while she went upstairs.
Justine soon regained her composure and with all the measuring done downstairs Justine called upstairs
“Is it ok if I come up?”
Sometimes vendors liked to take a few minutes to make sure there were no dirty knickers left lying on the floor and the toilet had been flushed.
“Yes I’m ready for you” Carol shouted back
Justine nodded and started up the stares
“And try to be professional” she said to herself.
As she stepped onto the landing she could see there was only one door open so she decided to measure that one first, but as soon as she stepped over the thresh hold she was speechless again because the pretty little blue eyed blond was standing by the bed completely naked with what could only be described as a leer on her face.
Not only was Justine speechless she was also frozen to the spot, the only thing she could move were her eyes which hungrily consumed every inch of Carol’s beautiful young firm body as she slowly walked towards her.
Carol smiled broadly with satisfaction because of the obvious affect she was having on Justine and when she stood in front of the mesmerized Estate Agent she kissed her gently on the lips.
(Part 02)
It was the first time Justine’s lips had tasted such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped.
Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Carol.
Justine wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with men, and she needed to say it before things went too far.
Carol was smiling at her again but Justine smiled weakly back and looked troubled.
“I’m not…” she began but Carol put a finger to Justine’s lips
“Shush” she said and kissed her again but more meaningfully than the first embrace of Justine’s seduction and the gentle passion of her kiss quickened her pulse, electrifying her.
And when Carol began unbuttoning her blouse it was met with compliance, as was the unfastening of her bra, and as the items of clothing had hit the floor, Carol’s hands, as if gloved in velvet, slid across Justine’s silken skin, mapping her every contour, each and every sweep and curve of her.
Justine was powerless to resist as she felt Carol’s velvet touch on her full breasts, and tingling traversed her spine as Carol was teasing her, pleasing her.
Justine felt warm breath and soft lips on her breasts and then on their proud pink tips, but breathed again before the moist heat of her warm honey mouth enveloped her nipples in turn.
Her mind was in a whirl as the cute sensuous girl made love to her, with its unexpected sensuality revealing her unknown sensuality.
She had never known such a feeling, passionate, erotic, toe curling,
getting her hot, getting her wet and so she submitted to her in guiltless acquiescence as Carol undressed her and soon Justine was as naked as the young beauty making love to her and then Carol’s lips began their journey, kissing their way, “to where?” Justine asked herself as her mouth, soft and tender, traced in kisses around her ribcage and lower still
“Oh my god, to there” she screamed in her head “Will she kiss me there?”
Justine’s body shivered, and quivered as her skin tingled as she felt Carol’s breath on the soft expanse of her belly
“Should I let her?” she asked herself “Should I let her kiss me there?”
She squirmed beneath the young Goddess, her head swimming as her body burned for her, ached and yearned for her as she felt her breath stir her pubic hair as her cheek lay against her thigh.
Justine looked down at the pretty young blond looking back at her with her piercing blue eyes and she yielded to the Goddess and opened her self like a portal and delivered herself to her in all her vulnerability, her innocence, as the seductress delivered sweet ecstasy.
Saturday, 8 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (025) When Aunty Ruth Came To Visit
(Part 01)
The Dawkins Family lived in the village of Pangmere situated on the Finchbottom Road between Mornington and Finchbottom.
Julian and Sheila were the Licensees of the Red Lion and their children, twins Brian and Karen, went to college in Finchbottom.
The family had lived at the Red Lion since the children were little and they were very happy there and Julian and Sheila had really turned the place around.
And all during that time they had a number of regular visitors, friends and family alike, but the most regular of them all was Ruth Murton, or Aunty Ruth as the children had always called her, although she wasn’t their real Aunty, she was their mum’s best and oldest friend who was a few years younger than Sheila.
In the early days when she first started to visit Pangmere she was with her husband Paul, but the Murton’s divorced when the twins were 12 years old.
Ruth was a real beauty and oozed sexuality and by the time the twins reached their teens Brian had started to see her as something other than his aunty and when he had his first wet dreams it was Aunty Ruth he was dreaming of.
And all his earliest contributions to his wank bank were the sensual images of Aunty Ruth.
For a young adolescent during his sexual awakening she was manna from heaven.
What a sight she was, with her long blond hair and generous bosom with the flattering sweep of her hips and the roundness of magnificent buttocks and long shapely legs, who wouldn’t be impressed and horny at the sight of her.
For Brian the whole package made a most wonderful vision of sexuality which gladdened his young man’s eye and stirred his teenage loins.
It was from around about the time Brian turned 14 that Ruth first became aware of the effect she was having on him and she was so flattered that she even began to give him little treats.
She would show him a generous expanse of shapely stockinged leg or bend over in front of him and give him the full benefit of her great round arse or present him with the vision of her gaping blouse and its overstuffed contents.
Brian really looked forward to her visits and as he got older and Ruth realised she was still able to affect him she began visiting more and more often because the truth of the matter was that it really excited her to be able to make him squirm in his seat and cause a bulge in his pants almost at will, which she always noticed, as much as he tried to hide it from her.
Ruth wasn’t excited by arousing a young man because she was frustrated or anything of that nature, looking as she did she was not short of male attention and her generous heart was fulfilled romantically and emotionally and she was very well served in the bedroom.
So because her power over him excited her so much Ruth decided for his 16th birthday she would give him a very special birthday present, and reward herself at the same time.
(Part 02)
Aunty Ruth positioned herself, as usual, on the sofa opposite the chair Brian was sitting in.
She knew instantly that she had his attention so she slowly crossed her legs and exposed a tantalising expanse of thigh from her knee up to her stocking top.
As she sat in the lounge with the birthday boy and his family she repeated the manoeuvre time after tantalising time and Brian’s eyes were transfixed on Ruth’s delightful tableaux and then another adjustment of her posture disclosed not only both her stocking tops but everything beyond because she was naked underneath.
Brian could see right up her dress all the way up to her hairy heath he glanced up and Ruth was looking at him and smiling and Brian went very red indeed but he couldn’t stop looking at her and his eyes quickly returned to her muff.
They found themselves alone then and Ruth upped the stakes when she began slowly opening her legs, wider and wider, showing him more and more until finally he could see everything and he filled his pants with his seed.
He wasn’t sure at first if she realised he had just creamed his boxers but when she smiled broadly at him he knew and he was so embarrassed, but he couldn’t leave, not while she was watching because although he had emptied his sac his erection was still very much in evidence.
Ruth felt no embarrassment whatsoever but what she did feel was exceptionally horny, she always ended up turned on when she played her little games with Brian but watching him shoot his load in front of her she really got her wet.
And when she noticed the damp patch on his jeans she decided she was going to have him.
But she knew it couldn’t be then, but she was resolved it was going to happen.
In the mean time she would have to meet up with one of her regular partners to quell the fire that Brian had ignited in her.
It was just over two years later when Ruth got her way or more precisely had her way.
It was a Friday afternoon when Brian arrived home alone from college, Karen was staying in Childean at a friend’s house.
His mum Sheila was in the bar and his dad was at the Cash and Carry.
“Hi love” Sheila said as he walked in.
“Hi Mum” he replied “I’ll get changed and give you a hand”
“No rush love” She said to him, so he went upstairs to his room to get changed out of his college clothes, but he realised he was not the only one upstairs after all and as he passed the spare room he looked in and saw Auntie Ruth in stockings and a silk camisole holding a glass of wine and wearing a seductive smile.
In typical teenager fashion the sight of the object of his lust Aunty Ruth in her underwear brought an immediate swelling to his trousers which Aunty Ruth was only too pleased to deal with.
And over the following twelve months Aunty Ruth dealt with many such swellings as she continued his sexual education until he went off to University and then two years after that Ruth tragically died in a car accident in Abbottsford.
But Brian never forgot Aunty Ruth nor did he lose his taste for the more mature lady and when he married in his mid-twenties it was to a woman 15 years older than he was.
The Dawkins Family lived in the village of Pangmere situated on the Finchbottom Road between Mornington and Finchbottom.
Julian and Sheila were the Licensees of the Red Lion and their children, twins Brian and Karen, went to college in Finchbottom.
The family had lived at the Red Lion since the children were little and they were very happy there and Julian and Sheila had really turned the place around.
And all during that time they had a number of regular visitors, friends and family alike, but the most regular of them all was Ruth Murton, or Aunty Ruth as the children had always called her, although she wasn’t their real Aunty, she was their mum’s best and oldest friend who was a few years younger than Sheila.
In the early days when she first started to visit Pangmere she was with her husband Paul, but the Murton’s divorced when the twins were 12 years old.
Ruth was a real beauty and oozed sexuality and by the time the twins reached their teens Brian had started to see her as something other than his aunty and when he had his first wet dreams it was Aunty Ruth he was dreaming of.
And all his earliest contributions to his wank bank were the sensual images of Aunty Ruth.
For a young adolescent during his sexual awakening she was manna from heaven.
What a sight she was, with her long blond hair and generous bosom with the flattering sweep of her hips and the roundness of magnificent buttocks and long shapely legs, who wouldn’t be impressed and horny at the sight of her.
For Brian the whole package made a most wonderful vision of sexuality which gladdened his young man’s eye and stirred his teenage loins.
It was from around about the time Brian turned 14 that Ruth first became aware of the effect she was having on him and she was so flattered that she even began to give him little treats.
She would show him a generous expanse of shapely stockinged leg or bend over in front of him and give him the full benefit of her great round arse or present him with the vision of her gaping blouse and its overstuffed contents.
Brian really looked forward to her visits and as he got older and Ruth realised she was still able to affect him she began visiting more and more often because the truth of the matter was that it really excited her to be able to make him squirm in his seat and cause a bulge in his pants almost at will, which she always noticed, as much as he tried to hide it from her.
Ruth wasn’t excited by arousing a young man because she was frustrated or anything of that nature, looking as she did she was not short of male attention and her generous heart was fulfilled romantically and emotionally and she was very well served in the bedroom.
So because her power over him excited her so much Ruth decided for his 16th birthday she would give him a very special birthday present, and reward herself at the same time.
(Part 02)
Aunty Ruth positioned herself, as usual, on the sofa opposite the chair Brian was sitting in.
She knew instantly that she had his attention so she slowly crossed her legs and exposed a tantalising expanse of thigh from her knee up to her stocking top.
As she sat in the lounge with the birthday boy and his family she repeated the manoeuvre time after tantalising time and Brian’s eyes were transfixed on Ruth’s delightful tableaux and then another adjustment of her posture disclosed not only both her stocking tops but everything beyond because she was naked underneath.
Brian could see right up her dress all the way up to her hairy heath he glanced up and Ruth was looking at him and smiling and Brian went very red indeed but he couldn’t stop looking at her and his eyes quickly returned to her muff.
They found themselves alone then and Ruth upped the stakes when she began slowly opening her legs, wider and wider, showing him more and more until finally he could see everything and he filled his pants with his seed.
He wasn’t sure at first if she realised he had just creamed his boxers but when she smiled broadly at him he knew and he was so embarrassed, but he couldn’t leave, not while she was watching because although he had emptied his sac his erection was still very much in evidence.
Ruth felt no embarrassment whatsoever but what she did feel was exceptionally horny, she always ended up turned on when she played her little games with Brian but watching him shoot his load in front of her she really got her wet.
And when she noticed the damp patch on his jeans she decided she was going to have him.
But she knew it couldn’t be then, but she was resolved it was going to happen.
In the mean time she would have to meet up with one of her regular partners to quell the fire that Brian had ignited in her.
It was just over two years later when Ruth got her way or more precisely had her way.
It was a Friday afternoon when Brian arrived home alone from college, Karen was staying in Childean at a friend’s house.
His mum Sheila was in the bar and his dad was at the Cash and Carry.
“Hi love” Sheila said as he walked in.
“Hi Mum” he replied “I’ll get changed and give you a hand”
“No rush love” She said to him, so he went upstairs to his room to get changed out of his college clothes, but he realised he was not the only one upstairs after all and as he passed the spare room he looked in and saw Auntie Ruth in stockings and a silk camisole holding a glass of wine and wearing a seductive smile.
In typical teenager fashion the sight of the object of his lust Aunty Ruth in her underwear brought an immediate swelling to his trousers which Aunty Ruth was only too pleased to deal with.
And over the following twelve months Aunty Ruth dealt with many such swellings as she continued his sexual education until he went off to University and then two years after that Ruth tragically died in a car accident in Abbottsford.
But Brian never forgot Aunty Ruth nor did he lose his taste for the more mature lady and when he married in his mid-twenties it was to a woman 15 years older than he was.
Friday, 7 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (024) Are You Wearing Stockings?
Carl Rogers was in Beiderbecke’s, a seedy Jazz Club in an equally seedy corner of Finchbottom.
It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, their eyes met across the room and he knew he wanted her.
Sarah Ellis had seen him come in and instantly liked what she saw and she had waited to catch his eye and when she did Sarah knew he was hooked.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself as she got up and walked towards him.
Sarah had to weave in between tables and as she moved slalom like, the answer changed almost with every step from no to yes and back again, and when she shuffled sideways through a narrow gap he thought her buttocks might show but her hips would only say “guess”.
Stockings or not, Carl liked what he saw as she got closer, it was lust at first sight, they didn’t speak as she took hold of his hand and led him from the club and out into the night.
Together they painted the town red and after a wild night of carousel Sarah suggested they go back to her apartment, ostensibly to quell her burning arousal, but it was a mutual wanting.
A primeval burning passion which was ignited the moment they laid eyes on one another.
A need for intimate physicality, a time to enjoy each sensation.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself again as he contemplated the sexy woman in front of him.
He held his breath as he unzipped her dress and it dropped to the floor and then he was rewarded with the sight he had hoped for.
There was a moment’s hesitation as they stood face to face in the semi darkness of her apartment and then primitive and animal they touched in coarse embrace.
Carl fingered her through the silk of her pants until she moaned into his mouth and then Sarah sighed in anticipation as he pulled her wet pants down her long stocking clad thighs and purred as his hand returned to her moist lips and he probed her creamy-ness, rhythmically stroking her until he brought her to the abyss.
He pushed her onto the sofa and knelt before her as she bit her lip as she waited for his next move and then his mouth set off on a quest to kiss his way slowly along her leg up to her stocking top, to softness of her inner thigh, and then sort out her dewy prize and tasted her tangy musk.
Carl consumed her until she shuddered and let out a stifled shout then
Sarah sat up and quickly unzipped him, quickly and roughly tugged him out as she kissed him with urgency and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and she stopped kissing him, licked her lips and smiled.
Sarah pushed him back on the floor and she fell on him and her mouth was all about him and as she sucked on his shaft he was transported as she sucked him to the point of ecstasy.
He was beginning to lose control and thought to himself
“Will she drink her fill of me? Will she wear my pearl necklace? Or will her loin’s envelope me?”
The answer to his question quickly came as she climbed on board him and rode him like a dervish and extracted every drop from him until he could give no more, and then they lay entwined on the floor of her apartment enjoying the afterglow with their passions well spent.
It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, their eyes met across the room and he knew he wanted her.
Sarah Ellis had seen him come in and instantly liked what she saw and she had waited to catch his eye and when she did Sarah knew he was hooked.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself as she got up and walked towards him.
Sarah had to weave in between tables and as she moved slalom like, the answer changed almost with every step from no to yes and back again, and when she shuffled sideways through a narrow gap he thought her buttocks might show but her hips would only say “guess”.
Stockings or not, Carl liked what he saw as she got closer, it was lust at first sight, they didn’t speak as she took hold of his hand and led him from the club and out into the night.
Together they painted the town red and after a wild night of carousel Sarah suggested they go back to her apartment, ostensibly to quell her burning arousal, but it was a mutual wanting.
A primeval burning passion which was ignited the moment they laid eyes on one another.
A need for intimate physicality, a time to enjoy each sensation.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself again as he contemplated the sexy woman in front of him.
He held his breath as he unzipped her dress and it dropped to the floor and then he was rewarded with the sight he had hoped for.
There was a moment’s hesitation as they stood face to face in the semi darkness of her apartment and then primitive and animal they touched in coarse embrace.
Carl fingered her through the silk of her pants until she moaned into his mouth and then Sarah sighed in anticipation as he pulled her wet pants down her long stocking clad thighs and purred as his hand returned to her moist lips and he probed her creamy-ness, rhythmically stroking her until he brought her to the abyss.
He pushed her onto the sofa and knelt before her as she bit her lip as she waited for his next move and then his mouth set off on a quest to kiss his way slowly along her leg up to her stocking top, to softness of her inner thigh, and then sort out her dewy prize and tasted her tangy musk.
Carl consumed her until she shuddered and let out a stifled shout then
Sarah sat up and quickly unzipped him, quickly and roughly tugged him out as she kissed him with urgency and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and she stopped kissing him, licked her lips and smiled.
Sarah pushed him back on the floor and she fell on him and her mouth was all about him and as she sucked on his shaft he was transported as she sucked him to the point of ecstasy.
He was beginning to lose control and thought to himself
“Will she drink her fill of me? Will she wear my pearl necklace? Or will her loin’s envelope me?”
The answer to his question quickly came as she climbed on board him and rode him like a dervish and extracted every drop from him until he could give no more, and then they lay entwined on the floor of her apartment enjoying the afterglow with their passions well spent.
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (023) After the Funeral
It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, and Vincent Ellington was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the grieving widow.
And it was when he was comforting the widow that he got really turned on, but he was unable to give her the benefit of it due to the fact that she was the grieving widow and the wife of his deceased best friend.
So he went in search of another potential recipient which was when he spotted Lisa’s cousin Claire Wiles.
He had noticed her the first time just after the funeral standing on the remembrance lawn and as soon as he looked at her dressed from head to toe in black it gave him the horn afresh, mainly because he instantly pictured her wearing only stockings and high heels.
He chose his moment very carefully to ensure he got her alone where he offered his condolences and good wishes.
Vincent ensured her glass remained full which meant the conversation quickly led to flirting until they eventually exchanged kisses, hot and passionate.
Claire lived in Shallowfield and as she was unable to drive Vincent offered to drive her home with his erection threatening to burst from his trousers.
Once at Claire’s they kissed again and very soon he removed her from her smart black suit, and peeled her layer by layer like a piece of ripe fruit until she was naked but for stockings and suspender belt.
Vince laid her down and fondled her breasts and teased her nipples until they stood proud and swollen before kissing her from mouth to stocking top.
But below her belly he paused to stop and gently kissed her pale pink haven, silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven and she opened up like a flower before him and he eagerly tasted her sweet nectar.
He explored amidst the petals and then worked at her more and more rhythmically until she moaned in climax.
Claire was ready then for him to pierce her flesh with his throbbing organ which he employed to their great mutual consummation.
They rested panting in the darkness until Claire got her second wind and to her mind she had an expectation of further pleasures and her eager mouth was so well employed rendering oral pleasure to him until he was ready for her to take him and ride him to near exhaustion.
Finally she let him sleep but as soon as the first light of dawn burst through the curtains when he woke to find her mouth about his horn.
The sex with Claire was really nice and she was a great in bed and he did revisit her bed several times over the coming months but his sights were still firmly set on Lisa Lands hot bereaved body.
And it was when he was comforting the widow that he got really turned on, but he was unable to give her the benefit of it due to the fact that she was the grieving widow and the wife of his deceased best friend.
So he went in search of another potential recipient which was when he spotted Lisa’s cousin Claire Wiles.
He had noticed her the first time just after the funeral standing on the remembrance lawn and as soon as he looked at her dressed from head to toe in black it gave him the horn afresh, mainly because he instantly pictured her wearing only stockings and high heels.
He chose his moment very carefully to ensure he got her alone where he offered his condolences and good wishes.
Vincent ensured her glass remained full which meant the conversation quickly led to flirting until they eventually exchanged kisses, hot and passionate.
Claire lived in Shallowfield and as she was unable to drive Vincent offered to drive her home with his erection threatening to burst from his trousers.
Once at Claire’s they kissed again and very soon he removed her from her smart black suit, and peeled her layer by layer like a piece of ripe fruit until she was naked but for stockings and suspender belt.
Vince laid her down and fondled her breasts and teased her nipples until they stood proud and swollen before kissing her from mouth to stocking top.
But below her belly he paused to stop and gently kissed her pale pink haven, silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven and she opened up like a flower before him and he eagerly tasted her sweet nectar.
He explored amidst the petals and then worked at her more and more rhythmically until she moaned in climax.
Claire was ready then for him to pierce her flesh with his throbbing organ which he employed to their great mutual consummation.
They rested panting in the darkness until Claire got her second wind and to her mind she had an expectation of further pleasures and her eager mouth was so well employed rendering oral pleasure to him until he was ready for her to take him and ride him to near exhaustion.
Finally she let him sleep but as soon as the first light of dawn burst through the curtains when he woke to find her mouth about his horn.
The sex with Claire was really nice and she was a great in bed and he did revisit her bed several times over the coming months but his sights were still firmly set on Lisa Lands hot bereaved body.
Wednesday, 5 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (022) Woman in Black
It was a glorious day in the Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion at the Childean Memorial Hall was a gloomy one, when Vincent Ellington saw her standing alone on the terrace, bathed in the afternoon sun and staring out into the distance.
Vincent was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the Land’s.
He walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of Lisa’s naked arm.
“Are you ok honey?” he asked
“No not really” she replied and the tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“Its ok honey” He whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Vincent kissed the top of her head.
He held her close and stroked her back as she sobbed until she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you shirt wet Vince”
“I don’t care” He replied and she broke down again which was when, to his eternal shame, he got aroused, very aroused.
He would have said in his defense that he was holding in his arms a very beautiful woman, and a woman he had not only lusted after for more than five years but who he had actually been in love with for four of those years.
What he couldn’t offer any excuse for was what he was thinking as she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his empty words.
And those shameful thoughts concerned him trying to imagine what she was wearing under her mourning clothes and his arousal was reaching epic proportions as he considered all the various options and the images in his head which were so vivid that he was close to tipping his barrow as he held her in his arms.
The only thing that prevented his discharge from happening was the sudden and unexpected arrival on the scene of Lisa’s mother.
Her mum took her back inside to grieve more privately but as Mrs. Land led her daughter away and offered her words of comfort he had to remain on the terrace for a few minutes longer due to his inability to walk.
That inability wasn’t helped in any way whatsoever by the fact that as he watched her and her mother walk away he still continued to think long and hard about the infinite possibilities of the lingerie Lisa Land might be wearing beneath her widow’s weeds.
But no matter how much he loved her or lusted after her or even how aroused he was, he knew with certainty that he wasn’t going to quench the ache in his balls with Lisa.
Not that day anyway but he had no doubt that over the coming weeks he would become well acquainted with the contents of her knicker draw.
But in the meantime he would have to amuse himself with one of the other black clad mourner’s and slake his thirst for a woman in black underwear.
Vincent was a thirty something accountant and longstanding family friend of the Land’s.
He walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of Lisa’s naked arm.
“Are you ok honey?” he asked
“No not really” she replied and the tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“Its ok honey” He whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Vincent kissed the top of her head.
He held her close and stroked her back as she sobbed until she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you shirt wet Vince”
“I don’t care” He replied and she broke down again which was when, to his eternal shame, he got aroused, very aroused.
He would have said in his defense that he was holding in his arms a very beautiful woman, and a woman he had not only lusted after for more than five years but who he had actually been in love with for four of those years.
What he couldn’t offer any excuse for was what he was thinking as she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his empty words.
And those shameful thoughts concerned him trying to imagine what she was wearing under her mourning clothes and his arousal was reaching epic proportions as he considered all the various options and the images in his head which were so vivid that he was close to tipping his barrow as he held her in his arms.
The only thing that prevented his discharge from happening was the sudden and unexpected arrival on the scene of Lisa’s mother.
Her mum took her back inside to grieve more privately but as Mrs. Land led her daughter away and offered her words of comfort he had to remain on the terrace for a few minutes longer due to his inability to walk.
That inability wasn’t helped in any way whatsoever by the fact that as he watched her and her mother walk away he still continued to think long and hard about the infinite possibilities of the lingerie Lisa Land might be wearing beneath her widow’s weeds.
But no matter how much he loved her or lusted after her or even how aroused he was, he knew with certainty that he wasn’t going to quench the ache in his balls with Lisa.
Not that day anyway but he had no doubt that over the coming weeks he would become well acquainted with the contents of her knicker draw.
But in the meantime he would have to amuse himself with one of the other black clad mourner’s and slake his thirst for a woman in black underwear.
Tuesday, 4 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (021) Dressed in Yellow
(Part 01)
It was a beautiful sunny day in the village of Dulcet-on-Brooke where James Herring sat on his sunny terrace looking at the girl in the yellow dress, a beautiful girl with her brunette hair cascading onto the sun kissed skin of her shoulders.
The Sun Terrace James was sitting on looked out across an expanse of lawn which ran down to the bank of the River Brooke.
But he had eyes only for Gemma who was the gorgeous girl wearing the pretty yellow dress, which he found deliciously attractive, and rather arousing but then that may have been because he knew she was wearing matching yellow underwear beneath it.
And the reason James knew what underwear was beneath the dress on the beautiful girl was because he had watched her getting dressed that morning.
Twice in fact, because after the first time he undressed her again and made love to her.
And at that precise moment on the Terrace he looked forward to slipping them off her again, and soon.
Yet this brown haired beauty only a year previously had been to all intents and purposes a dowdy frump.
Her name then was Gemma Cumber but that was before she married James.
They had met in the fog on the banks of Teardrop Lake, he was there for the sailing and she was on a walking break.
And on the day they first met, Gemma was dressed in stout old fashioned brogues, long argyle socks, grey tweed skirt and a shapeless sweater of indeterminate colour, which was very drab in the foggy gloom although she would have looked drab even in bright sunshine so drab really summed her up.
Her hair was tied in a bun beneath a tweed cap that matched the skirt and she appeared to be dressed for the 1930s and looked about forty.
Unfortunately the fog came down so thick and fast it wasn’t safe to try and move in any direction so they sat down and waited for the fog to disperse.
It was only as they sat on some rocks in the fog and shared her provisions, packed for her day’s adventure, that he saw and fell in love with the girl beneath the façade and discovered that beneath the frumpy exterior his soul mate was hidden from view.
And in the year since that day by the lake they had been the happiest either of them had ever been.
But on that warm summer’s day they were in the back garden of their first home together and they were entertaining guests.
So apart from James and Gemma, in the party were James’s brother John and his wife Elaine, and Elaine’s sister Karen and her partner Graham.
He was smiling as he watched her and when she looked up she smiled at him and blushed and the reason Gemma blushed was because she knew exactly what he was thinking.
James was thinking about how he had undressed her and ravished her that morning, and at that moment in the summer sunshine so was she.
Gemma also knew that he was going to do it again as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she couldn’t wait for that moment, her whole body tingled just thinking about it.
It was a year and a half since they had first met and the thought of making love with him still made her quiver with anticipation.
(Part 02)
“Let’s go out on the boat”
John suggested, though Elaine wasn’t at all impressed by the idea and threw him a glare, she had just got herself settled on a lounger after clearing away after lunch.
Despite Elaine’s displeasure however the general consensus was in favour of cruising on the River.
So with almost all agreeing with John’s suggestion, Gemma was excitedly gathering everything together off the terrace as the group slowly made their way to the jetty, she loved going out on the boat it was her idea to buy it when they bought the house on the River.
But James stopped her in her tracks when he took hold of her hand
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” he said
She had a quick look around the terrace
“I don’t think so” she said
“I do” James insisted
“What?” Gemma asked a little confused
“Well you know how breezy it gets out on the water?” he asked cryptically
“Yes” she replied still confused.
Then a look of comprehension spread across her face.
“I’ll get a cardigan” she said and James laughed
“I wasn’t thinking of that”
“What then?” she giggled
“Well you’re out on the windy water wearing your pretty yellow dress” he said
“Yes”
“And underneath it?”
“Oh” she exclaimed finally comprehending
“Everyone will see my knickers”
She chuckled and gave him the armful of bits she had gathered and rushed off to change.
James followed her into the house a few moments later and dropped the pile of bits she had given him on the first surface he passed and went upstairs.
When he opened the bedroom door James found Gemma sitting on the end of the bed in her yellow underwear pulling a pair of shorts over her ankles.
He sat on the bed next to her and as she leant forward he unhooked her bra.
“We haven’t got time for that” she said with a giggle
“I would hope we will always have time for that” he said running his hand across her naked back and Gemma responded by kicking off her shorts.
She bounced to her feet and her bra fell to the ground and then everything she had bounced and James eyes focused on her tits.
She pushed James backwards on the bed and grabbed his belt and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“We’ll have to be quick” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“Ta Da” Gemma said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants and trousers down and released the beast.
She paused momentarily to admire her handiwork then she wriggled out of her yellow knickers and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager loins onto him.
“You brazen harlot” he said gratefully, though she was lost in the moment and thought how different this girl was to the shy frumpy girl he had first met in the fog
Holding hands, James and Gemma ran headlong down the lawn towards the jetty.
Gemma was now wearing pale blue shorts and a matching top which also matched everything else.
“Where have you two been?” Elaine shouted crossly as they ran onto the jetty.
“Gemma needed to change and I was attending to security” James said as he helped Gemma on board the Cabin Cruiser and then squeezed her buttock as she passed him, and she turned around and kissed him before heading to the bow to join the other girls who were already sitting on towels sunning themselves.
“All that time for a couple of windows and a door?” Karen asked tongue in cheek
“James is very thorough” Gemma replied and blushed
“I bet he is” Karen added
James meanwhile had joined the menfolk in the cockpit
“I admire your diligence” Graham said as he reversed the 26ft cruiser away from the jetty “security is so important”
“I know what you were attending to James” John said “and it wasn’t security, you dirty pair”
And their laughter echoed across the water.
It was a beautiful sunny day in the village of Dulcet-on-Brooke where James Herring sat on his sunny terrace looking at the girl in the yellow dress, a beautiful girl with her brunette hair cascading onto the sun kissed skin of her shoulders.
The Sun Terrace James was sitting on looked out across an expanse of lawn which ran down to the bank of the River Brooke.
But he had eyes only for Gemma who was the gorgeous girl wearing the pretty yellow dress, which he found deliciously attractive, and rather arousing but then that may have been because he knew she was wearing matching yellow underwear beneath it.
And the reason James knew what underwear was beneath the dress on the beautiful girl was because he had watched her getting dressed that morning.
Twice in fact, because after the first time he undressed her again and made love to her.
And at that precise moment on the Terrace he looked forward to slipping them off her again, and soon.
Yet this brown haired beauty only a year previously had been to all intents and purposes a dowdy frump.
Her name then was Gemma Cumber but that was before she married James.
They had met in the fog on the banks of Teardrop Lake, he was there for the sailing and she was on a walking break.
And on the day they first met, Gemma was dressed in stout old fashioned brogues, long argyle socks, grey tweed skirt and a shapeless sweater of indeterminate colour, which was very drab in the foggy gloom although she would have looked drab even in bright sunshine so drab really summed her up.
Her hair was tied in a bun beneath a tweed cap that matched the skirt and she appeared to be dressed for the 1930s and looked about forty.
Unfortunately the fog came down so thick and fast it wasn’t safe to try and move in any direction so they sat down and waited for the fog to disperse.
It was only as they sat on some rocks in the fog and shared her provisions, packed for her day’s adventure, that he saw and fell in love with the girl beneath the façade and discovered that beneath the frumpy exterior his soul mate was hidden from view.
And in the year since that day by the lake they had been the happiest either of them had ever been.
But on that warm summer’s day they were in the back garden of their first home together and they were entertaining guests.
So apart from James and Gemma, in the party were James’s brother John and his wife Elaine, and Elaine’s sister Karen and her partner Graham.
He was smiling as he watched her and when she looked up she smiled at him and blushed and the reason Gemma blushed was because she knew exactly what he was thinking.
James was thinking about how he had undressed her and ravished her that morning, and at that moment in the summer sunshine so was she.
Gemma also knew that he was going to do it again as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she couldn’t wait for that moment, her whole body tingled just thinking about it.
It was a year and a half since they had first met and the thought of making love with him still made her quiver with anticipation.
(Part 02)
“Let’s go out on the boat”
John suggested, though Elaine wasn’t at all impressed by the idea and threw him a glare, she had just got herself settled on a lounger after clearing away after lunch.
Despite Elaine’s displeasure however the general consensus was in favour of cruising on the River.
So with almost all agreeing with John’s suggestion, Gemma was excitedly gathering everything together off the terrace as the group slowly made their way to the jetty, she loved going out on the boat it was her idea to buy it when they bought the house on the River.
But James stopped her in her tracks when he took hold of her hand
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” he said
She had a quick look around the terrace
“I don’t think so” she said
“I do” James insisted
“What?” Gemma asked a little confused
“Well you know how breezy it gets out on the water?” he asked cryptically
“Yes” she replied still confused.
Then a look of comprehension spread across her face.
“I’ll get a cardigan” she said and James laughed
“I wasn’t thinking of that”
“What then?” she giggled
“Well you’re out on the windy water wearing your pretty yellow dress” he said
“Yes”
“And underneath it?”
“Oh” she exclaimed finally comprehending
“Everyone will see my knickers”
She chuckled and gave him the armful of bits she had gathered and rushed off to change.
James followed her into the house a few moments later and dropped the pile of bits she had given him on the first surface he passed and went upstairs.
When he opened the bedroom door James found Gemma sitting on the end of the bed in her yellow underwear pulling a pair of shorts over her ankles.
He sat on the bed next to her and as she leant forward he unhooked her bra.
“We haven’t got time for that” she said with a giggle
“I would hope we will always have time for that” he said running his hand across her naked back and Gemma responded by kicking off her shorts.
She bounced to her feet and her bra fell to the ground and then everything she had bounced and James eyes focused on her tits.
She pushed James backwards on the bed and grabbed his belt and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“We’ll have to be quick” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“Ta Da” Gemma said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants and trousers down and released the beast.
She paused momentarily to admire her handiwork then she wriggled out of her yellow knickers and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager loins onto him.
“You brazen harlot” he said gratefully, though she was lost in the moment and thought how different this girl was to the shy frumpy girl he had first met in the fog
Holding hands, James and Gemma ran headlong down the lawn towards the jetty.
Gemma was now wearing pale blue shorts and a matching top which also matched everything else.
“Where have you two been?” Elaine shouted crossly as they ran onto the jetty.
“Gemma needed to change and I was attending to security” James said as he helped Gemma on board the Cabin Cruiser and then squeezed her buttock as she passed him, and she turned around and kissed him before heading to the bow to join the other girls who were already sitting on towels sunning themselves.
“All that time for a couple of windows and a door?” Karen asked tongue in cheek
“James is very thorough” Gemma replied and blushed
“I bet he is” Karen added
James meanwhile had joined the menfolk in the cockpit
“I admire your diligence” Graham said as he reversed the 26ft cruiser away from the jetty “security is so important”
“I know what you were attending to James” John said “and it wasn’t security, you dirty pair”
And their laughter echoed across the water.
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