It was in the late 1980’s when Neil Tipper, 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 Debbie Parsley a girl he had known at school in fact she was his first crush.
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 it was apparent straight from the start that there was still a spark.
An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and burst alight with a kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day which led inevitably to burning passion in his apartment where the made love for the first time.
Neil stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her stir as the afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it shone through the billowing curtains.
Her hair a still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Debbie rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Debbie’s eyes opened and she smiled the broadest when she saw Neil watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and stretched leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her supporting herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her Form the cascading black hair, down the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before continuing to the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks before reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs either side.
He left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded clothing on the floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches looking at him.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”
Saturday, 15 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (033) Sitting Pretty
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.
Mark had had a very stressful week and so on Saturday morning he was hoping for a bit of a lay in.
He had been invited to a Summer Ball and a Golf tournament but he had been so busy of late that he declined both invites.
What he planned to do instead was to sleep late and then spend the rest of the day doing very little.
However he was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by the rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle being filling probably he supposed.
He looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and he had an unexpected houseguest, he didn’t know for sure who it was but he had a fare idea.
Mark got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks to a vivid dream about a girl called Emily who he had shagged on a leather chair in her father’s study.
But because he had an idea who it was he decided on a shower before meeting his guest.
After showering he just threw on his robe and wandered downstairs but as he approached the kitchen he suddenly hesitated as he caught sight of Cousin Karen sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and she was fingering herself.
Mark and his cousin Karen had been fuck buddies for the 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.
Mark didn’t want to embarrass her so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door as she fingered her crack.
The semi he had from his dream of Emily had turned to a full on boner.
Karen of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you up to then?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”
Karen was still fingering her crack so with her free hand she reached inside his robe and grabbed his swollen cock.
“How long have you been watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy
But Mark wasn’t ready to go in her just yet, so he knelt before her shaven pussy and noshed on her juicy cunt, which after her delicious self-abuse was very juicy indeed and so it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax and he was soon stood in front of her again and this time he let Karen plug his cock into her juicy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
And just at the point they both came, the Microwave pinged.
They sat at the kitchen table, both naked, drinking coffee,
“What are you doing here anyway?” he said
“I was on my way to Mum and Dads for the weekend when I got really horny and I thought who do I know around here that can scratch my itch?”
He nodded
“But no one was home so I came here” then Karen laughed; in fact she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.
“You don’t want seconds before you go then?” he asked so she stopped laughing and took him by the hand and led Mark upstairs to bed were they had a much more leisurely fuck.
Karen was back on the road to her parents by 9.00am and Mark went back to sleep and didn’t wake again until after one.
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.
Mark had had a very stressful week and so on Saturday morning he was hoping for a bit of a lay in.
He had been invited to a Summer Ball and a Golf tournament but he had been so busy of late that he declined both invites.
What he planned to do instead was to sleep late and then spend the rest of the day doing very little.
However he was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by the rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle being filling probably he supposed.
He looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and he had an unexpected houseguest, he didn’t know for sure who it was but he had a fare idea.
Mark got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks to a vivid dream about a girl called Emily who he had shagged on a leather chair in her father’s study.
But because he had an idea who it was he decided on a shower before meeting his guest.
After showering he just threw on his robe and wandered downstairs but as he approached the kitchen he suddenly hesitated as he caught sight of Cousin Karen sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and she was fingering herself.
Mark and his cousin Karen had been fuck buddies for the 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.
Mark didn’t want to embarrass her so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door as she fingered her crack.
The semi he had from his dream of Emily had turned to a full on boner.
Karen of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you up to then?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”
Karen was still fingering her crack so with her free hand she reached inside his robe and grabbed his swollen cock.
“How long have you been watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy
But Mark wasn’t ready to go in her just yet, so he knelt before her shaven pussy and noshed on her juicy cunt, which after her delicious self-abuse was very juicy indeed and so it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax and he was soon stood in front of her again and this time he let Karen plug his cock into her juicy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
And just at the point they both came, the Microwave pinged.
They sat at the kitchen table, both naked, drinking coffee,
“What are you doing here anyway?” he said
“I was on my way to Mum and Dads for the weekend when I got really horny and I thought who do I know around here that can scratch my itch?”
He nodded
“But no one was home so I came here” then Karen laughed; in fact she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.
“You don’t want seconds before you go then?” he asked so she stopped laughing and took him by the hand and led Mark upstairs to bed were they had a much more leisurely fuck.
Karen was back on the road to her parents by 9.00am and Mark went back to sleep and didn’t wake again until after one.
Friday, 14 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (032) Down on the Beach
It was in the late 1980’s when Geoff Ashworth, 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 Geoff 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 Mandy Sutton, his sister Rachel’s best friend.
Geoff had fancied her for years, but she had always given him the cold shoulder.
But suddenly they were both on the same island at the same time and with no attachments so he thought he would chance his arm one more time.
It took the best part of the two weeks but eventually she weakened and agreed to go skinny dipping on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night.
But he wasn’t going there for a swim and he hoped she wasn’t too.
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 and silent but for the gentle breaking of the waves.
Mandy was already there, on her knees looking out to sea, and she was already naked.
He stood in the shadow of an olive tree and quietly undressed, before he joined her on the beach and knelt behind her in the moonlight.
He smelt her hair as he nuzzled his neck and placed his hands softly on her ample hips before his nuzzles turned to kisses.
Mandy purred as his fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her nakedness and his hands slid upwards across her silky skin to caress the cupolas of her breasts.
And as his fingers teased her swelling mammilla she turned her head toward him and their mouths met in wet hungry consumption.
As passion intensified he slid one hand slowly down across her belly, fingers dallying briefly, in the lushness of her bush before finding the moist recess he was searching for and her fervid response to his fingering brought her to the brink and then bending her at the waist he quickly pushed her forward until her head touched the sand.
This presented her round buttocks to him so he could see her open lipped pudendum glistening moistly in the moonlight she slid his hands up and cupped her great pendulous breasts, caressing both breast and teat as he penetrated her heat.
Geoff and Mandy lay panting and sweating in the sand
“So you finally got me” she said
“I was beginning to think it would never happen” Geoff said
“I didn’t” she replied and kissed him and then got up and ran into the sea.
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 Geoff 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 Mandy Sutton, his sister Rachel’s best friend.
Geoff had fancied her for years, but she had always given him the cold shoulder.
But suddenly they were both on the same island at the same time and with no attachments so he thought he would chance his arm one more time.
It took the best part of the two weeks but eventually she weakened and agreed to go skinny dipping on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night.
But he wasn’t going there for a swim and he hoped she wasn’t too.
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 and silent but for the gentle breaking of the waves.
Mandy was already there, on her knees looking out to sea, and she was already naked.
He stood in the shadow of an olive tree and quietly undressed, before he joined her on the beach and knelt behind her in the moonlight.
He smelt her hair as he nuzzled his neck and placed his hands softly on her ample hips before his nuzzles turned to kisses.
Mandy purred as his fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her nakedness and his hands slid upwards across her silky skin to caress the cupolas of her breasts.
And as his fingers teased her swelling mammilla she turned her head toward him and their mouths met in wet hungry consumption.
As passion intensified he slid one hand slowly down across her belly, fingers dallying briefly, in the lushness of her bush before finding the moist recess he was searching for and her fervid response to his fingering brought her to the brink and then bending her at the waist he quickly pushed her forward until her head touched the sand.
This presented her round buttocks to him so he could see her open lipped pudendum glistening moistly in the moonlight she slid his hands up and cupped her great pendulous breasts, caressing both breast and teat as he penetrated her heat.
Geoff and Mandy lay panting and sweating in the sand
“So you finally got me” she said
“I was beginning to think it would never happen” Geoff said
“I didn’t” she replied and kissed him and then got up and ran into the sea.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (031) Sisterhood
(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.
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.
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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)