(Part 01)
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations 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, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.
Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean although his parents had retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
On one family holiday in Spain, Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday made love to his cousin Karen who was just sixteen, for the first of many enjoyable occasions.
Mark and Karen were what is known as fuck buddies which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement, however there was an occasion in early summer when Karen and her younger sister Julie were both staying with Mark for the week as there was a family wedding in the Sherlock Family.
Julie was four years younger than her sister and was an absolute stunner with a lovely figure and bigger tits even than Karen.
But he was under strict instructions from Karen not to even look at Julie in a sexual way and if he did he would be castrated.
Karen was a nurse at the Winston Churchill and halfway through the week she was on late shift so for the first time Mark was going to be in the house alone with Julie and as he was feeling exceptionally horny he decided to go out for the evening.
Mark had a shower and shave and was preparing to spend the evening at the Conservative club to catch up with the latest gossip and hopefully find someone suitable to scratch his horny itch, when he remembered he had left his after shave in the main bathroom.
Mark had been using the en-suite in his room since the girls had arrived to give them some privacy.
So he walked across the landing wearing a towel and without hesitating entered the main bathroom and walked to the sink.
He found his aftershave amongst all the feminine lotions, potions and powders that had appeared on the shelf and was just turning to leave as Julie stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body.
She was beautiful like her sister but taller with long shapely legs, but the biggest differences were the greater size of her breasts and Julie’s hairy bush, because Karen had a shaven haven.
Mark stood staring at Julie’s magnificent body for far longer than he should have but he struggled to draw his eyes away.
Then he blurted,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think”
At which point she grabbed the towel and covered herself and he headed hurriedly out the door repeating
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry”
When he reached the sanctuary of his room he took his towel off and glanced down.
“Oh fantastic, you’re just what I need” he said to his erection
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing Karen said if I so much as look at her you’re for the chop”
(Part 02)
And there he stood for God knows how long with his hands on his head muttering to his erect penis.
“I suppose I’m going to have to deal with you in a minute” he said to him with his mind still full of vivid pictures of her nakedness and then the door opened suddenly and Julie stepped in wearing a dressing gown and stared down at his erect cock.
“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence.
And then she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.
She walked towards him and kissed him and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek while she put hers on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
Mark for some unknown reason then placed his other hand on her neck while her spare hand had started rubbing her slit.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity she pushed him back violently so he was sitting on the bed, she stood in front of him and sucked the juice off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down on his shaft.
Mark let out a gasp and Julie released a long soft moaning sigh.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 12” Julie said and laughed before kissing him urgently on the mouth.
As she did so she rose and fell on him sliding her tight hot pussy up and down his shaft moaning softly with each penetration, her lips sliding from tip to root and greased his balls with her juice.
Suddenly she stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying, “Get on your back”
Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their tang and he eagerly obliged.
It wasn’t long before she was writhing with pleasure as he devoured her flesh then she shuddered and moaned in orgasm.
And all of a sudden she was off him again and crawling up the bed throwing herself down when she reached the pillows ending up on her back with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juices.
“Now you can fuck me,” Julie said giggling.
Mark rapidly crawled up the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her belly, her plump tits and then sucking her teat before he reached her mouth.
When their tongues engaged his throbbing cock homed in on her crack like a guided missile or perhaps more accurately that should that be guided muscle.
Either way, he was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped him tight while he pounded on her, the pace increasing steadily faster and faster and they moaned and grunted in unison as they sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity and both exploded in utter ecstasy.
(Part 03)
He rolled off Julie and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.
Then he looked at her and said
“Was that worth waiting 10 years for”?
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
“Am I as good as Karen?” she asked
“How would I know” he replied
“Because you’ve been shagging her since she was sixteen” she said
“I don’t know what you mean” he said defensively
“Oh yes you do” she chuckled
“How did you know?” he conceded
“Because I’m neither deaf nor blind” she said
“Did you see us then?” he asked
“Yes in Spain, you were asleep in your bed when we returned from a trip to the monastery” she explained “and I’ve heard you numerous times at the Villa, and several times this week, you’re not exactly quiet”
“Oh” he said “I thought we’d been quite restrained”
“Restrained?” she said mockingly
“Does anyone else know?” he asked
“If they do they didn’t get it from me” she said
“What about Karen?” he asked
“What about her?”
“Does she know that you know?” he asked
“I’ve never told her” Julie said
“Oh God” he exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” she asked
“Karen” he said
“What?”
“She threatened to castrate me just for looking at you” he said
“Oh dear” she chuckled
“God knows what she would do if she found out what we just did”
He said and turned pale which caused her to laugh
“Why will she find out?” she asked
“Because….” He began and left the rest unsaid
“Well I’m not going to tell her that I just had sex with my cousin who I’ve fancied since I was 12” Julie corrected him in a rather superior tone
“And I’m not looking to replace her, I have a boyfriend”
“Ok” he said reassured
“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to do it with you again sometime”
She said
“It’s rather exciting shagging my sister’s fuck buddy”
“So when did you have in mind?” he asked
“Oh I think when the opportunity arises” she replied
“I see” he said and looking down at his cock he added “I think an opportunity has arisen”
“Eh?”
Mark just pointed in response to her exclamation and asked
“Do you want to do it again or not?”
“Oh God yes” She replied
Suffice is to say he didn’t make it to the Conservative club that memorable Wednesday night and his itch was well and truly scratched by Julie and they repeated the experience on the following night when Karen was working late again.
But it was on Friday night when normal service was resumed and he had Karen laying bent across his lap, her black tights down around her knees and navy blue knickers half way down her thighs and the blue nurse’s uniform rucked up about her hips.
All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking of her great white globes had just received.
There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Karen’s pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers.
His double digit ministrations eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang and he picked it up with his dry hand.
It was Julie,
“Hi Mark, thanks for putting me up this week” she said “and for putting it up me”
“No problem” he said his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness
“I suppose you’ll be putting it up my sister tonight”
“Oh yes any minute” he replied
“Lucky cow”
“Your time will come” he said
“So will you” she retorted “Bye”
He looked down at Karen squirming on his lap with her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her and thought she was oblivious to the content of his conversation or even who it was with.
But the phone call and Julies salacious flirting had added to his already mounting arousal which her elder sister would soon benefit from.
Friday, 14 April 2017
Thursday, 13 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (030) In the Afterglow
It was in the late 1980’s when Gordon Cunningham, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers.
They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain.
It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Gordon thought it was worth it.
The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.
A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Jane Hubble a girl he had known since nursery school and one whom he had never looked at twice.
Not that she was unattractive, on the contrary she was lovely but the truth was that he just didn’t like her and never had, and he always believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out he was mistaken.
It was a blistering hot day and the rest of his mates were taking the ferry to Tinos to see the monastery, not that they wanted go it was just that they had got involved with a group of girls, Gordon hadn’t got involved with anyone and so didn’t fancy a trip to a monastery so he feigned a headache and cried off.
He was also trying to avoid Jane Hubble who he had manage to bump into more often than he was happy with.
So having her spend the day on an island two hours away would have been a refreshing change.
As it turned out, due to the heat he did develop a headache and went to his room to lay down.
He went straight to sleep and awoke some time afterwards to find someone sucking on his cock.
His first thought was to ask who the hell it was that was performing a very delicious act on him, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes when the blonde head that had been performing felacio on him suddenly bobbed up.
“You” he said
“Yes, do you mind?” Jane asked
“Not any more” he replied and with his acquiescence she impaled herself on him and rode him to a shuddering orgasm.
Gordon got out of bed and left her sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.
Jane lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blond hair framed a peaceful face with the red glow that had previously graced her cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist, and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts showing them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Gordon did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own hands but luckily Gordon did return as he was himself aroused.
They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain.
It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Gordon thought it was worth it.
The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.
A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Jane Hubble a girl he had known since nursery school and one whom he had never looked at twice.
Not that she was unattractive, on the contrary she was lovely but the truth was that he just didn’t like her and never had, and he always believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out he was mistaken.
It was a blistering hot day and the rest of his mates were taking the ferry to Tinos to see the monastery, not that they wanted go it was just that they had got involved with a group of girls, Gordon hadn’t got involved with anyone and so didn’t fancy a trip to a monastery so he feigned a headache and cried off.
He was also trying to avoid Jane Hubble who he had manage to bump into more often than he was happy with.
So having her spend the day on an island two hours away would have been a refreshing change.
As it turned out, due to the heat he did develop a headache and went to his room to lay down.
He went straight to sleep and awoke some time afterwards to find someone sucking on his cock.
His first thought was to ask who the hell it was that was performing a very delicious act on him, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes when the blonde head that had been performing felacio on him suddenly bobbed up.
“You” he said
“Yes, do you mind?” Jane asked
“Not any more” he replied and with his acquiescence she impaled herself on him and rode him to a shuddering orgasm.
Gordon got out of bed and left her sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.
Jane lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blond hair framed a peaceful face with the red glow that had previously graced her cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist, and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts showing them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Gordon did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own hands but luckily Gordon did return as he was himself aroused.
Wednesday, 12 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (029) The Mystery Assailant
(Part 01)
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations 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.
Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean.
His parents had recently retired to their Spanish Villa in Moraira and enjoying the Costa del Sol and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
Mark had spent a week in New York visiting his brother and when he arrived home to the Vale on a glorious summer’s day he was tired and weary.
The first thing he did was to open the French doors to let in some fresh air and then he made a long awaited cup of coffee and headed off to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
The shower was wonderful and he felt temporarily refreshed and invigorated so he threw on his toweling robe and went back to the kitchen for another coffee, and steaming coffee in hand he walked through to the lounge.
The room was dominated by a large L shaped leather sofa with a large square matching foot stool which was sitting in its default position i.e. in the right angle of the sofa.
The room was quite stuffy when he arrived home so he was grateful he’d had the presence of mind to open the French Doors to let in some fresh air.
But as the sun was full on that side of the house at that time of day he put his coffee down and walked across and drew the curtains to let the air in and keep the heat out.
Mark then sat on the sofa and almost immediately the long blinks began to set in and within minutes he was lying stretched out on the cool expanse of leather and a few minutes later he was fast asleep.
He had no idea how long he had slept but when he began to stir he was instantly aware that his little friend was stirring also.
Mark lay there for an indeterminate time drifting in and out of sleep with his mind full of vivid erotic dreams.
He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection.
It felt so real and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt…, no not dreamt, he definitely felt the telltale feathering of a tongue flicking round his knob.
So he lifted his head off the sofa and he could see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t tell whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he glanced down again but still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring his swollen cock.
But to be perfectly honest at that precise moment he didn’t really care whose mouth was around his prick and sucking him off.
(Part 02)
Waking up on a hot summer afternoon to find a Mystery Assailant performing on him was an unexpected delight and as he lay back and savored the pleasure, his blissful assailant in order to take him into her throat half climbed onto the sofa presenting him with her beautiful round arse well in striking distance of his hand.
Mark reached out a paw and groped up the skirt of the pleasuring stranger, caressing her round buttocks, though its firmness and fullness offered no clue as to its owner’s identity.
So while she slurped on his grateful member he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of her shaven pussy which gave him pause.
Mark had never married, or even come close for that matter, but he had had no shortage of feminine company over the years.
So the fact that his assailant had a hairless minge narrowed the field a bit further but it was not conclusive and as a result he wasn’t going to hazard a guess at their identity as nothing kills the mood quite like getting your partners name wrong during the act.
So instead he probed her creamy wet pussy with his fingers and his probing managed to elicit moans of pleasure between the slurps on his shaft.
After a period of sustained fingering and without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto Marks chest to present her hot ripe minge to his waiting mouth and at last he knew the identity of his oral assailant.
There was a heart shaped birthmark on his Cousin Karen’s pussy lip which revealed it.
Mark and his cousin Karen had been fuck buddies for ten years since the time they were on a family holiday in Spain when Mark Osborn, was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday popped his sixteen year old cousin Karen’s cherry.
He kissed the birthmark and nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp.
"I love your pussy Karen" he said then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
“It took you long enough” Karen responded and brought him to the brink of tipping his load time after time as she came once, twice then three times with her fanny farting in hoarse whispers.
Eventually Karen could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her remaining clothes because she knew he preferred to fuck her naked.
As he lay their watching her strip, his face covered in her juice, he thought.
“My God Karen you’re such a goer”
Mark was admiring her body as she climbed on him, especially her incredible tits, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft and began pumping on it like a piston.
Her tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode on him like a bucking bronco before she screamed out in orgasm and Mark exploded inside her, pumping hot spunk into her quivering quim.
Karen’s cunny spasms in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of his cock and then they collapsed and slept where they had come to rest after their exertions with Mark’s cock still inside her cunny.
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations 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.
Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean.
His parents had recently retired to their Spanish Villa in Moraira and enjoying the Costa del Sol and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
Mark had spent a week in New York visiting his brother and when he arrived home to the Vale on a glorious summer’s day he was tired and weary.
The first thing he did was to open the French doors to let in some fresh air and then he made a long awaited cup of coffee and headed off to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
The shower was wonderful and he felt temporarily refreshed and invigorated so he threw on his toweling robe and went back to the kitchen for another coffee, and steaming coffee in hand he walked through to the lounge.
The room was dominated by a large L shaped leather sofa with a large square matching foot stool which was sitting in its default position i.e. in the right angle of the sofa.
The room was quite stuffy when he arrived home so he was grateful he’d had the presence of mind to open the French Doors to let in some fresh air.
But as the sun was full on that side of the house at that time of day he put his coffee down and walked across and drew the curtains to let the air in and keep the heat out.
Mark then sat on the sofa and almost immediately the long blinks began to set in and within minutes he was lying stretched out on the cool expanse of leather and a few minutes later he was fast asleep.
He had no idea how long he had slept but when he began to stir he was instantly aware that his little friend was stirring also.
Mark lay there for an indeterminate time drifting in and out of sleep with his mind full of vivid erotic dreams.
He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection.
It felt so real and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt…, no not dreamt, he definitely felt the telltale feathering of a tongue flicking round his knob.
So he lifted his head off the sofa and he could see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t tell whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he glanced down again but still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring his swollen cock.
But to be perfectly honest at that precise moment he didn’t really care whose mouth was around his prick and sucking him off.
(Part 02)
Waking up on a hot summer afternoon to find a Mystery Assailant performing on him was an unexpected delight and as he lay back and savored the pleasure, his blissful assailant in order to take him into her throat half climbed onto the sofa presenting him with her beautiful round arse well in striking distance of his hand.
Mark reached out a paw and groped up the skirt of the pleasuring stranger, caressing her round buttocks, though its firmness and fullness offered no clue as to its owner’s identity.
So while she slurped on his grateful member he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of her shaven pussy which gave him pause.
Mark had never married, or even come close for that matter, but he had had no shortage of feminine company over the years.
So the fact that his assailant had a hairless minge narrowed the field a bit further but it was not conclusive and as a result he wasn’t going to hazard a guess at their identity as nothing kills the mood quite like getting your partners name wrong during the act.
So instead he probed her creamy wet pussy with his fingers and his probing managed to elicit moans of pleasure between the slurps on his shaft.
After a period of sustained fingering and without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto Marks chest to present her hot ripe minge to his waiting mouth and at last he knew the identity of his oral assailant.
There was a heart shaped birthmark on his Cousin Karen’s pussy lip which revealed it.
Mark and his cousin Karen had been fuck buddies for ten years since the time they were on a family holiday in Spain when Mark Osborn, was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday popped his sixteen year old cousin Karen’s cherry.
He kissed the birthmark and nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp.
"I love your pussy Karen" he said then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
“It took you long enough” Karen responded and brought him to the brink of tipping his load time after time as she came once, twice then three times with her fanny farting in hoarse whispers.
Eventually Karen could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her remaining clothes because she knew he preferred to fuck her naked.
As he lay their watching her strip, his face covered in her juice, he thought.
“My God Karen you’re such a goer”
Mark was admiring her body as she climbed on him, especially her incredible tits, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft and began pumping on it like a piston.
Her tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode on him like a bucking bronco before she screamed out in orgasm and Mark exploded inside her, pumping hot spunk into her quivering quim.
Karen’s cunny spasms in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of his cock and then they collapsed and slept where they had come to rest after their exertions with Mark’s cock still inside her cunny.
Tuesday, 11 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (028) Grecian Yearns
It was in the late 1980’s when Neil Jackson, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers.
They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain.
It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Neil thought it was worth it.
The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.
A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Juliet Steel a girl he had known at school.
There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice but it never quite happened for them.
But there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments.
And so it was on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night when their destiny was fulfilled.
First of all they just walked together hand in hand in the moonlight but very soon their thoughts turned to carnal delights.
The beach was deserted apart from the two of them and when they stopped to kiss it proved to be the prelude to something more.
Neil’s hands were quickly inside her clothes and Juliet tore at his shorts with eager hands.
Juliet chewed and tongued at his ear as her fingers played along the length of his cock.
Finally when he pulled her knickers off over her feet they were both naked in the sands.
He squeezed and sucked at her ample breasts, sucking hard on her misshaped teats as his fingers rummaged through her thick bush.
Juliet never relinquished her hold on his cock and then decided to move things along by sitting on his chest and presented him with the view of her moist minge as she leant forward and consumed him.
As she greedily sucked on him he began to drink deeply from her velvet cup.
Her body writhed and moaned above him as he brought her to a rhythmic climax and she performed on his organ and took him to the brink of oral ecstasy.
But she stopped short and ended the oral converse and panting and sweating in the darkness she slid down him and impaled her hot cunny on his saliva soaked cock and began working on him in earnest and he held her hips as he writhed and moaned and grunted on him until she had finished with him.
Then in the moonlight they lay naked on the sand and smoked cheap Greek cigarettes in the afterglow.
They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain.
It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Neil thought it was worth it.
The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.
A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Juliet Steel a girl he had known at school.
There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice but it never quite happened for them.
But there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments.
And so it was on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night when their destiny was fulfilled.
First of all they just walked together hand in hand in the moonlight but very soon their thoughts turned to carnal delights.
The beach was deserted apart from the two of them and when they stopped to kiss it proved to be the prelude to something more.
Neil’s hands were quickly inside her clothes and Juliet tore at his shorts with eager hands.
Juliet chewed and tongued at his ear as her fingers played along the length of his cock.
Finally when he pulled her knickers off over her feet they were both naked in the sands.
He squeezed and sucked at her ample breasts, sucking hard on her misshaped teats as his fingers rummaged through her thick bush.
Juliet never relinquished her hold on his cock and then decided to move things along by sitting on his chest and presented him with the view of her moist minge as she leant forward and consumed him.
As she greedily sucked on him he began to drink deeply from her velvet cup.
Her body writhed and moaned above him as he brought her to a rhythmic climax and she performed on his organ and took him to the brink of oral ecstasy.
But she stopped short and ended the oral converse and panting and sweating in the darkness she slid down him and impaled her hot cunny on his saliva soaked cock and began working on him in earnest and he held her hips as he writhed and moaned and grunted on him until she had finished with him.
Then in the moonlight they lay naked on the sand and smoked cheap Greek cigarettes in the afterglow.
Monday, 10 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (027) Kissing Cousins
(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.
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.
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.
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