(Part 01)
James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but mainly he was shy and liked to go unnoticed.
Which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his third day in Shallowfield he was not up early but he did have an early riser.
He had been laying in his bed thinking about the incident on the previous day when he shagged 21 year old horse woman Hester Marais-Schoeman in a clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and more importantly trying to figure out when he would get to shag her again.
And it was those thoughts about shagging the girl with the horse that had resulted in him sporting a very striking erection which he had just decided he would take into the shower and deal with it.
However just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist, waitress and all round dogs body Anna Gorska suddenly appeared at the door.
“I’m sor…” she began but stopped and stared at his sizable erection with its shock of red hair at its root.
And there they stood for an indeterminate time, Anna fully dressed and James stark bollock naked and sporting a serious hard on.
“I thought you’d gone already” she explained whilst still staring at his cock.
“I slept in” he said strangely feeling no embarrassment under her gaze and in fact the opposite was true and he found it rather exciting and when she stepped inside the room and closed the door the excitement grew.
Anna walked slowly towards him but stopped abruptly as if suddenly losing confidence.
She flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze immediately to his swollen cock and her greedy eyes consumed it.
James sat down on the bed and watched Anna remove her overall to reveal her outdoor clothes before sitting on a chair and removing her boots one at a time before returning slowly to the middle of the room.
“Don’t stop there,” James said
“No you have to do it” she replied so he stood up and stepped towards her, her gaze still fixed unashamedly on his cock.
(Part 02)
“No you have to do it” she replied so he stood up and stepped towards her, her gaze still fixed unashamedly on his cock.
Pausing only to kiss him, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, and a quite electric kiss with just the right amount of urgency.
She stood back again giving him another long appraising look and she bit her lip as she stared at his erection.
They kissed again but this time her small hands busied themselves caressing his naked flesh while James used one hand and unzipped the back of her dress and the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Anna obligingly slipped her arm out, and as he repeated the operation with the other sleeve the dress fell away to the floor and Anna used her tiny feet to kick it away.
He glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of her rear aspect as she stood there in just her underclothes and tights.
She had a cute little figure and a gorgeous little arse, which he quickly fondled before his hands proceeded upwards and unhooked her bra and the fabric fell away so he was able to see her small breast encased behind pale green lace.
He didn’t wait to discard the garment first he just moved his hand straight to the prize and cupped her tit and she sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as I toyed with her stiffening nipple.
Their mouths disengaged briefly and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness and as the fabric fell away I was able to see her small breast encased behind pale green lace.
Still fondling her breast they kissed again but his cock was throbbing and there was a tell-tale ache in his balls, so reluctantly he released her pert tittie and instead slid his hands down inside her tights and knickers to fondle the flesh of her plump cheeks.
It took little effort to roll her tights down her buttocks to the top of her thighs.
He picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankle and began peeling her tights from her legs.
When she was naked he gave her a thorough appraisal, every inch of her small freckled frame with the pert tits and their stiffened nipples and a flat stomach leading to her gloriously hairy brunette bush.
He dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to that magnificent minge.
As enjoyable as the shag in the woods with Miss Snooty had been the day before he didn’t have the time to do her full justice, and noshing on her was not an option,
At the B&B with Anna however he had all the time in the world.
So he proceeded upward along her thigh and he could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and three hours since it was last showered, this heady fragrance spurred him on, He looked up briefly and saw Anna laying there with eyes closed biting her lip and as she opened up wide for him James buried his face in her moist minge.
(Part 03)
Once he had satisfied both Anna and his own animal appetite he began kissing his way up her body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, he stopped when he reached her breasts and sucked on her teats while he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers, Anna moaned deliciously as he frigged her and barked like a seal as she came.
He raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.
Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva, he put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him so he could kiss her.
Despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.
Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.
James was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.
She spread her legs wide and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him.
She sucked in air through her teeth as he penetrated her and her skinny legs instantly wrapped around him.
“Ahhh” she exclaimed when he was all the way inside her.
Anna wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he repeatedly skewered her tight juicy fanny and it was wetting his balls more and more with every stroke.
She loudly exclaimed three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound, like a mother panting through a contraction.
“Shhh”
“Shhh”
“Shhh”
Followed by a more expressive
“Ohhhhh”
He knew he couldn’t hold off much longer as he pumped her pussy and he was very close to that ecstatic moment of conclusion,
Anna’s next big orgasm would be the finale for them both.
He had a great rhythm going and her skinny legs were still gripping him hard and as the strokes shortened her the pattern of her breathing changed exclamations became soft rhythmic pants, until
“Ooh”
“Ooh”
They reached that perfect point of climax when they both came together and she screamed at the top of her lungs as he emptied his sac into her grateful gash.
“Ahhhhhh”
When I pulled out of her quivering quim she let out a long soft sigh of satisfaction and he said.
“Now that’s what I call room service.
Monday, 17 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (037) Sleeping Arrangements
(Part 01)
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain.
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 having retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
On Boxing Day Mark and his girlfriend were invited to his uncle and aunts house on the other side of Childean for the day, but due to a mix up between Glenda and Mark as to who the designated driver was, they both got a little pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to his Aunts insistence that the couple sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because his Aunt was a good Christian woman but mainly because she knew of his reputation as a womanizer and she was not prepared to allow him to disgrace himself and degrade a young woman under her roof.
God only knew what she would have done if she’d known he had degraded both of her daughters already.
On one family holiday in Spain, Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time made love to his her oldest daughter Karen who was just sixteen for the first of many occasion.
And her youngest daughter Julie seduced him in his own bedroom when she was 22.
So the result of the segregation meant Glenda shared the spare room with his cousin and fuck buddy Karen while he was forced to endure their enforced separation on the lounge sofa.
He found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very comfortable but mainly because his head was full of images of his girlfriend sharing a bed with his fuck buddy cousin who had also on a number of occasions experimented with her sexuality enough times to be considered bi-sexual, and obviously this had given him a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour his erection had begun to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
Mark tiptoed his way upstairs to the loo and relieved himself.
He was yawning as he stepped back onto the landing and was not really paying attention and so he bumped into Karen coming the other way.
There was an instance of recognition and then she pushed him back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on his lips, and this immediately relit the fire in his loins and as his cock was pressing into her flesh he made a move to grope her tits but Karen pushed him away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
(Part 02)
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
Karen then proceeded to pee; and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he always found it inexplicably arousing.
Karen obviously noticed his cock twitch in his pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled him closer.
Once she had him standing in front of her Karen began pulling his pants down and she licked her lips as his cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Karen then reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed his helmet.
For the first time she took her eyes off his cock and looked him in the face as she played with him and said.
“This is for Christmas”
Mark closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.
“This was a real Christmas surprise,” he thought as her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks until all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth, he could feel Karen’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring him again with her hot mouth.
He could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him and her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips slurped around his cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Kaz,” he gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,” he thought as he was fast approaching the point of no return but he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
He had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and she was tugging on him furiously.
Then Karen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of his cock.
He was so close now and Karen could sense it and she was going at him like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Karen”
His buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot his load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked him dry.
Karen was still sucking and licking at the last of his seed before her lips smacked one last time as she released his shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” he responded as she gave his helmet one final licking suck.
A moment before they left the bathroom Karen asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous Glenda just down the hall?”
He answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Glenda head and wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain.
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 having retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
On Boxing Day Mark and his girlfriend were invited to his uncle and aunts house on the other side of Childean for the day, but due to a mix up between Glenda and Mark as to who the designated driver was, they both got a little pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to his Aunts insistence that the couple sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because his Aunt was a good Christian woman but mainly because she knew of his reputation as a womanizer and she was not prepared to allow him to disgrace himself and degrade a young woman under her roof.
God only knew what she would have done if she’d known he had degraded both of her daughters already.
On one family holiday in Spain, Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time made love to his her oldest daughter Karen who was just sixteen for the first of many occasion.
And her youngest daughter Julie seduced him in his own bedroom when she was 22.
So the result of the segregation meant Glenda shared the spare room with his cousin and fuck buddy Karen while he was forced to endure their enforced separation on the lounge sofa.
He found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very comfortable but mainly because his head was full of images of his girlfriend sharing a bed with his fuck buddy cousin who had also on a number of occasions experimented with her sexuality enough times to be considered bi-sexual, and obviously this had given him a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour his erection had begun to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
Mark tiptoed his way upstairs to the loo and relieved himself.
He was yawning as he stepped back onto the landing and was not really paying attention and so he bumped into Karen coming the other way.
There was an instance of recognition and then she pushed him back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on his lips, and this immediately relit the fire in his loins and as his cock was pressing into her flesh he made a move to grope her tits but Karen pushed him away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
(Part 02)
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
Karen then proceeded to pee; and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he always found it inexplicably arousing.
Karen obviously noticed his cock twitch in his pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled him closer.
Once she had him standing in front of her Karen began pulling his pants down and she licked her lips as his cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Karen then reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed his helmet.
For the first time she took her eyes off his cock and looked him in the face as she played with him and said.
“This is for Christmas”
Mark closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.
“This was a real Christmas surprise,” he thought as her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks until all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth, he could feel Karen’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring him again with her hot mouth.
He could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him and her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips slurped around his cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Kaz,” he gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,” he thought as he was fast approaching the point of no return but he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
He had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and she was tugging on him furiously.
Then Karen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of his cock.
He was so close now and Karen could sense it and she was going at him like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Karen”
His buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot his load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked him dry.
Karen was still sucking and licking at the last of his seed before her lips smacked one last time as she released his shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” he responded as she gave his helmet one final licking suck.
A moment before they left the bathroom Karen asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous Glenda just down the hall?”
He answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Glenda head and wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
Sunday, 16 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (036) The Taming of the Shrew
(Part 01)
Stewart and Carole Simpson had been married for coming up to five years and lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean.
They were both in their late twenties and had well paid jobs that they enjoyed, they had two foreign holidays every year and had a very comfortable life.
They didn’t have children, but they had no plans for that to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely, the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
Carole had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with just having sex on high days and holidays.
For Stewart the reverse was true he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time, but he loved her very much and so contented himself with watching porn and knocking one out.
But then something occurred that depleted his already meagre rations even further.
August was his favourite month of the year as within that month was his birthday, Carole’s birthday and their wedding anniversary, so for him it was a veritable shag fest.
But that year it didn’t happen because Carole’s younger sister threw a spanner in the works, much to his frustration.
His sister in law Mary Bean was twenty three years old and a bit of a delinquent and caused her poor Mum no end of trouble.
Not that she was a drug addict or an alcoholic or anything like that, but she had had run in’s with the law for petty crime, shoplifting and a couple of cases of assault.
Her main problem was she left school when she was 16 and hadn’t done a day’s work in her whole life.
Nor did she help around the house with the cooking and cleaning and was quite abusive, particularly to her mother.
All in all she was a thoroughly disagreeable creature and had driven her mother to the point of a nervous breakdown.
So at the end of July Mary went to live with the Simpson’s, in order to give her poor mother a much needed break from her.
Mary was as different from his lovely wife as it was possible to be, Carole was tall with a full figure and was gentle and kind with a beautiful smile.
Mary was shorter, skinnier, viciously foul mouthed and wore a permanent scowl.
From the moment she first arrived she made their life a living hell with her foul mouth and disagreeable behavior.
She was lazy, ungrateful, impossible to talk, incapable of reason and was generally unpleasant and she even managed to terrify the cat as well.
Mary had caused her sister so much upset that when the first of the august high days came around he didn’t get his birthday shag, nor did he a week later on her birthday and ten days after that on their wedding anniversary his wick remained very much undipped.
And it was a few days after that when Carole was out with friends that Stewart finally snapped.
(Part 02)
Almost the moment Carole left the house Mary started screaming and shouting at him hurling obscenities at him.
He tried to reason with her and explained how unpleasant she was being but she just swore at him some more and finally his patience with her was finished and he decided that she had to be punished so he grabbed hold of her arm and wrestled with her until she was bent across his knee.
Once he had her over his knee he smacked her arse three times in quick succession which was met with derision and laughter and she shouted “that didn’t fucking hurt”
So he held her tight with one hand and pulled up her skirt with the other and gave her another three firm slaps.
“My fucking mum smacks harder than you” she snarled
So holding her tightly on his lap again he pulled down her knickers and as he held her bent across his knee he smacked her bare arse once, twice, and three times, very hard and Mary said nothing, but he thought he detected a murmured sigh.
“You’re enjoying this as much as I am” he thought, but out loud he said
“I don’t think you realize what a naughty girl you’ve been”
Mary had stopped wriggling but he still slapped her cheeks three more times very crisply.
“In fact you’re the naughtiest girl I’ve ever known” he added and holding her gently bent across his knee he gave her rosy little arse another three.
She had long since stopped struggling by that stage, instead she squirmed and wriggled on his knee and she could feel his hard cock twitching against her belly.
Stewart looked down at his handiwork, her round full cheeks, white flesh now streaked with red.
A beautiful bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and where he would gladly spank Mary afresh but instead he gently caressed her round buttocks and his fingers began stroking the vivid red cheeks.
Stewart watched her lying motionless across him as his hand traced the fullness of her, from her rosy cheeks to the top of her thigh and Mary squirmed and let out another sigh.
Stewart had decided what he was going to do and he hoped that she wanted him to, so his fingers explored her inner thigh and she tensed before releasing an involuntary gasp as he felt her course hairs on his finger tips of her lush bush.
His swollen cock was pressing hard into her belly as his fingers parted her labia eliciting a divine moan and when his forefinger entered her she let out a sound that could only be described as a growl and then he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
He worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.
(Part 03)
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat that got the cream as she lay across his lap and he was enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she suddenly climbed off his lap and without looking at him she bent over the coffee table invitingly, clearly she had decided for him.
He looked at her wet pussy lip inviting him to enter so he got out of his chair and knelt down behind her.
Stewart took his cock out and slid his hands from her buttocks up to her hips and then without ceremony his swollen throbbing cock parted her lips and entered her and she was wet, warm and welcomed him in.
Mary moaned loudly as he broke her hymen and thrust deep into her still holding her narrow hips.
But he didn’t he didn’t allow the fact that he had taken her virginity to break his stride and when he got going he reached up and un-cupped her little tits and roughly groped at them while he kept poking her and very soon her body shuddered in her orgasm and she moaned as she felt his cock spasm.
He remained embedded in her for several minutes and both of them panted hard and when he withdrew from her tight pussy she sighed but remained draped over the coffee table with her bejeweled minge still on view.
Eventually she turned to look at him from her draped and disgraced position before pushing herself up and sitting herself on the table with a wince where she sat looking down at the ground and didn’t meet his gaze.
Stewart had been watching her with some satisfaction before and after she perched herself on the coffee table and as he watched the once abusive creature that he had tamed he felt the life returning to his manhood.
He was surprised to find she was a virgin he had assumed that her bad behavior would have extended to her moral conduct, but he was pleasantly surprised.
He slipped his trousers and pants off over his feet and stood up in front of her with his cock semi erect and for the first time she looked up at him.
He pulled her head toward his growing manhood and her mouth enveloped his cock and she went about her task eagerly.
However with the eagerness of her rhythm building to a crescendo he was getting close to shooting his load again but before he came in her mouth he withdrew, he was sure he would get her to suck him dry another day.
He stepped back and told her to undress and she did so without protest, and did it effortlessly and with finesse and he handled his organ as he watched until she stood before him with all her goodies on display.
He let go of his cock and said
“Now undress me”
Again she complied without protest and when they we were both completely naked they caressed and kissed for the first time before employing the coffee table again only this time he lay her on her back and fingered her moist minge a little to lubricate her which took only seconds as he knelt at the tables end and prepared to penetrate her.
Mary eagerly accepted his cock once more as he squeezed her and fondled her plump breast as he thrust into the creamy cunny of his sister in law.
With her thighs spread wide she planted both feet on the floor and gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white.
And as he humped and pumped her on that coffee table, which shook and creaked and her little arse slipped and slid and rhythmically squeaked as the tipping point came and her body shuddered in orgasm and she moaned loudly as she felt his cocks spasmodic explosion.
(Part 04)
After a moment or two he drew out his shaft from its wet sheath and stood up to look down at her panting quivering body from her perfect little breasts, surmounted by dark pink nipples, her flat white stomach to her damp triangle of sable and pronounced himself pleased with his evenings disciplinary action.
“I’ve never liked that coffee table” he thought “I will see it in a very different light from now on”
Mind you he doubted that it would survive very much similar action.
“It’s nice being a naughty girl” She said smugly as she smiled up at him.
“Well if you ever want to do this again you need to change your ways” he said and picked up his clothes as he walked towards the door.
Mary leapt up from the table with a look of alarm on her face and jumped on to the sofa and shouted
“But you spanked me because I was naughty”
“Yes and then I rewarded your bad behavior with a juicy fuck, two juicy fucks” he said “But I won’t reward you again”
“That’s not fair” she growled
“Naughty girls will get a spank and more” he said “But foul mouthed, lazy, sour faced disagreeable girls will get nothing”
“But I liked it” she said “I really liked it”
“Then you know what you have to do then don’t you?” he said and left the room
Stewart went upstairs and showered to wash the scent of his sister in law off his body and when he emerged from the bathroom Mary was waiting on the landing, she had redressed and was wearing her blouse and skirt, but she held her bra and pants in her hand.
“I am going to change” she said “I promise”
“Then I promise to regularly spank you, and more” Stewart replied and he kissed her
“Now get your knickers on before your sister gets home”
After what he did to Mary on that day when he spanked her and wanked her and debagged her and shagged her, it was only the start of her rehabilitation.
Her behavior was much improved though she still had to have lapses into delinquency to legitimize her need to stay with the Simpsons and as soon as Carole went out he would tell her that she was the naughtiest girl and she would pull down her knickers to get a spank.
Mary was good to her word and controlled her behaviour, and she even started helping out around the house.
Of course her bad behaviour was born out of her want of attention, especially the kind he was giving her every evening Carole went out with her friends.
Mary stayed with Stewart and Carole from Monday to Friday and she went back to her mum at the weekend.
And Carole was even grateful to her husband and said
“You’re wonderful with Mary”
“Not really” he said modestly
“No one else can get her to behave the way you do” she said “she does whatever you say, I don’t know how you do it”
“I have the magic touch” he said
Anyway Carole was so grateful that she rewarded him every weekend with a very rewarding shag.
Stewart and Carole Simpson had been married for coming up to five years and lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean.
They were both in their late twenties and had well paid jobs that they enjoyed, they had two foreign holidays every year and had a very comfortable life.
They didn’t have children, but they had no plans for that to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely, the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
Carole had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with just having sex on high days and holidays.
For Stewart the reverse was true he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time, but he loved her very much and so contented himself with watching porn and knocking one out.
But then something occurred that depleted his already meagre rations even further.
August was his favourite month of the year as within that month was his birthday, Carole’s birthday and their wedding anniversary, so for him it was a veritable shag fest.
But that year it didn’t happen because Carole’s younger sister threw a spanner in the works, much to his frustration.
His sister in law Mary Bean was twenty three years old and a bit of a delinquent and caused her poor Mum no end of trouble.
Not that she was a drug addict or an alcoholic or anything like that, but she had had run in’s with the law for petty crime, shoplifting and a couple of cases of assault.
Her main problem was she left school when she was 16 and hadn’t done a day’s work in her whole life.
Nor did she help around the house with the cooking and cleaning and was quite abusive, particularly to her mother.
All in all she was a thoroughly disagreeable creature and had driven her mother to the point of a nervous breakdown.
So at the end of July Mary went to live with the Simpson’s, in order to give her poor mother a much needed break from her.
Mary was as different from his lovely wife as it was possible to be, Carole was tall with a full figure and was gentle and kind with a beautiful smile.
Mary was shorter, skinnier, viciously foul mouthed and wore a permanent scowl.
From the moment she first arrived she made their life a living hell with her foul mouth and disagreeable behavior.
She was lazy, ungrateful, impossible to talk, incapable of reason and was generally unpleasant and she even managed to terrify the cat as well.
Mary had caused her sister so much upset that when the first of the august high days came around he didn’t get his birthday shag, nor did he a week later on her birthday and ten days after that on their wedding anniversary his wick remained very much undipped.
And it was a few days after that when Carole was out with friends that Stewart finally snapped.
(Part 02)
Almost the moment Carole left the house Mary started screaming and shouting at him hurling obscenities at him.
He tried to reason with her and explained how unpleasant she was being but she just swore at him some more and finally his patience with her was finished and he decided that she had to be punished so he grabbed hold of her arm and wrestled with her until she was bent across his knee.
Once he had her over his knee he smacked her arse three times in quick succession which was met with derision and laughter and she shouted “that didn’t fucking hurt”
So he held her tight with one hand and pulled up her skirt with the other and gave her another three firm slaps.
“My fucking mum smacks harder than you” she snarled
So holding her tightly on his lap again he pulled down her knickers and as he held her bent across his knee he smacked her bare arse once, twice, and three times, very hard and Mary said nothing, but he thought he detected a murmured sigh.
“You’re enjoying this as much as I am” he thought, but out loud he said
“I don’t think you realize what a naughty girl you’ve been”
Mary had stopped wriggling but he still slapped her cheeks three more times very crisply.
“In fact you’re the naughtiest girl I’ve ever known” he added and holding her gently bent across his knee he gave her rosy little arse another three.
She had long since stopped struggling by that stage, instead she squirmed and wriggled on his knee and she could feel his hard cock twitching against her belly.
Stewart looked down at his handiwork, her round full cheeks, white flesh now streaked with red.
A beautiful bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and where he would gladly spank Mary afresh but instead he gently caressed her round buttocks and his fingers began stroking the vivid red cheeks.
Stewart watched her lying motionless across him as his hand traced the fullness of her, from her rosy cheeks to the top of her thigh and Mary squirmed and let out another sigh.
Stewart had decided what he was going to do and he hoped that she wanted him to, so his fingers explored her inner thigh and she tensed before releasing an involuntary gasp as he felt her course hairs on his finger tips of her lush bush.
His swollen cock was pressing hard into her belly as his fingers parted her labia eliciting a divine moan and when his forefinger entered her she let out a sound that could only be described as a growl and then he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
He worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.
(Part 03)
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat that got the cream as she lay across his lap and he was enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she suddenly climbed off his lap and without looking at him she bent over the coffee table invitingly, clearly she had decided for him.
He looked at her wet pussy lip inviting him to enter so he got out of his chair and knelt down behind her.
Stewart took his cock out and slid his hands from her buttocks up to her hips and then without ceremony his swollen throbbing cock parted her lips and entered her and she was wet, warm and welcomed him in.
Mary moaned loudly as he broke her hymen and thrust deep into her still holding her narrow hips.
But he didn’t he didn’t allow the fact that he had taken her virginity to break his stride and when he got going he reached up and un-cupped her little tits and roughly groped at them while he kept poking her and very soon her body shuddered in her orgasm and she moaned as she felt his cock spasm.
He remained embedded in her for several minutes and both of them panted hard and when he withdrew from her tight pussy she sighed but remained draped over the coffee table with her bejeweled minge still on view.
Eventually she turned to look at him from her draped and disgraced position before pushing herself up and sitting herself on the table with a wince where she sat looking down at the ground and didn’t meet his gaze.
Stewart had been watching her with some satisfaction before and after she perched herself on the coffee table and as he watched the once abusive creature that he had tamed he felt the life returning to his manhood.
He was surprised to find she was a virgin he had assumed that her bad behavior would have extended to her moral conduct, but he was pleasantly surprised.
He slipped his trousers and pants off over his feet and stood up in front of her with his cock semi erect and for the first time she looked up at him.
He pulled her head toward his growing manhood and her mouth enveloped his cock and she went about her task eagerly.
However with the eagerness of her rhythm building to a crescendo he was getting close to shooting his load again but before he came in her mouth he withdrew, he was sure he would get her to suck him dry another day.
He stepped back and told her to undress and she did so without protest, and did it effortlessly and with finesse and he handled his organ as he watched until she stood before him with all her goodies on display.
He let go of his cock and said
“Now undress me”
Again she complied without protest and when they we were both completely naked they caressed and kissed for the first time before employing the coffee table again only this time he lay her on her back and fingered her moist minge a little to lubricate her which took only seconds as he knelt at the tables end and prepared to penetrate her.
Mary eagerly accepted his cock once more as he squeezed her and fondled her plump breast as he thrust into the creamy cunny of his sister in law.
With her thighs spread wide she planted both feet on the floor and gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white.
And as he humped and pumped her on that coffee table, which shook and creaked and her little arse slipped and slid and rhythmically squeaked as the tipping point came and her body shuddered in orgasm and she moaned loudly as she felt his cocks spasmodic explosion.
(Part 04)
After a moment or two he drew out his shaft from its wet sheath and stood up to look down at her panting quivering body from her perfect little breasts, surmounted by dark pink nipples, her flat white stomach to her damp triangle of sable and pronounced himself pleased with his evenings disciplinary action.
“I’ve never liked that coffee table” he thought “I will see it in a very different light from now on”
Mind you he doubted that it would survive very much similar action.
“It’s nice being a naughty girl” She said smugly as she smiled up at him.
“Well if you ever want to do this again you need to change your ways” he said and picked up his clothes as he walked towards the door.
Mary leapt up from the table with a look of alarm on her face and jumped on to the sofa and shouted
“But you spanked me because I was naughty”
“Yes and then I rewarded your bad behavior with a juicy fuck, two juicy fucks” he said “But I won’t reward you again”
“That’s not fair” she growled
“Naughty girls will get a spank and more” he said “But foul mouthed, lazy, sour faced disagreeable girls will get nothing”
“But I liked it” she said “I really liked it”
“Then you know what you have to do then don’t you?” he said and left the room
Stewart went upstairs and showered to wash the scent of his sister in law off his body and when he emerged from the bathroom Mary was waiting on the landing, she had redressed and was wearing her blouse and skirt, but she held her bra and pants in her hand.
“I am going to change” she said “I promise”
“Then I promise to regularly spank you, and more” Stewart replied and he kissed her
“Now get your knickers on before your sister gets home”
After what he did to Mary on that day when he spanked her and wanked her and debagged her and shagged her, it was only the start of her rehabilitation.
Her behavior was much improved though she still had to have lapses into delinquency to legitimize her need to stay with the Simpsons and as soon as Carole went out he would tell her that she was the naughtiest girl and she would pull down her knickers to get a spank.
Mary was good to her word and controlled her behaviour, and she even started helping out around the house.
Of course her bad behaviour was born out of her want of attention, especially the kind he was giving her every evening Carole went out with her friends.
Mary stayed with Stewart and Carole from Monday to Friday and she went back to her mum at the weekend.
And Carole was even grateful to her husband and said
“You’re wonderful with Mary”
“Not really” he said modestly
“No one else can get her to behave the way you do” she said “she does whatever you say, I don’t know how you do it”
“I have the magic touch” he said
Anyway Carole was so grateful that she rewarded him every weekend with a very rewarding shag.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (035) Bareback Rider
(Part 01)
James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but mainly he was shy and liked to go unnoticed.
Which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his second day in the village he was up bright and early and headed up towards Teardrop Lake.
He was heading for lover leap which was a rocky promontory which had been recommended to him.
He was following the directions he received from Anna Gorska at the B&B and was walking along the northern perimeter road when a girl on horseback rode by, he did know it at the time but her name was Hester Marais-Schoeman, the only child of a couple with more money than sense, for her 21st birthday a couple of months earlier her parents flew her to America in a private plane to go on a riding holiday, so as a result she had the reputation of being Hester the little rich bitch, although it truth she wasn’t.
James thought she was a pretty enough lass, and she was only a tiny little thing sat astride a great Honey coloured colt and he thought that the additional height gave her a greater opportunity to look down her nose at the hoi polloi.
Her reputation was partly earned because she never ever spoke to anyone and never responded to hellos or good mornings so they thought she was just a stuck up little bitch with no friends.
The truth was in fact that she was also very shy.
James didn’t know if she was stuck up, distant, snobby or just plain uncommunicative but what he did know for sure was that she had an A* little bod.
However snooty bitch or not as he watched her trot off into the distance James inexplicably found himself musing on whether or not she was wearing any underwear.
He eventually reached Lovers Leap which was a kind of rocky shelf that jutted out above the cliffs and Anna was right the view was amazing.
The cliffs were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.
Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken hearted lovers would leap to their deaths, although in truth there was no evidence that anyone actually had.
But James did suspect that there had probably been a lot of loving up there over the centuries.
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
(Part 02)
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
Anna at the B&B had given him a number of popular birding sites and he was looking for a small clearing where a green Woodpecker had been sited.
Well it was about an hour into his trek when he realized he was hopelessly lost, blundering about in the woods and he was desperately looking for a landmark.
The woods seemed to be getting thicker and thicker and darker and darker and James was starting to get despondent when he saw a glimmer of light though the trees.
So he headed towards the source of the light, which he hoped would be the small clearing he was looking for.
As he got closer he could see there was someone in the clearing already, it was the snooty girl and her horse.
The colt was tied to a tree and she appeared to be grooming the beast.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when he realised she wasn’t grooming the horse at all.
So he took out his binoculars to get a closer look
“Well, well, well” he said as he studied a most interesting scene, where Hester stood beside the tethered beast, still wearing her riding hat, but with her white shirt opened to the waist and she was rubbing her naked breasts against the horse’s neck and shoulder, with one hand gripping the horse’s neck and the other one down the front of her open jodhpurs pleasuring herself.
“This is much better than a green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
This most interesting development had resulted in a very pronounced erection in his shorts.
For Hester Marais-Schoeman had in a matter of hours gone from an unattainable snooty, stuck up little bitch to a little half naked fit bird masturbating in the woods.
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and that was precisely what he had in mind for Hester and he intended marking it with a very firm tick.
James walked slowly and stealthily through the woods gradually closing the distance on her and emerged from the tree line on her blind side.
He was as quiet as he could be although she was so engrossed in her fingering she was totally oblivious to her surroundings.
He crossed the clearing and closed the distance between them with every step and as he got closer he could hear the soft moans accompanying her busy fingering.
He was about two or three paces from her when she suddenly became aware of his presence and gasping audibly Hester withdrew her hand from her pussy and hugged the horse even closer in an effort to cover up her nakedness, her pleasuring hand was now on the horses flank and he could distinctly see moisture glistening on two of her fingers.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said continuing to close the distance.
(Part 03)
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said continuing to close the distance.
But she said nothing and just stood stock still against the horse pretending not to be there.
When he was stood directly behind her he lifted the white shirttail and she took a deep breath, and as he put his hands against the naked skin of her waist she let the breath out again.
He ran his hands slowly up her back, he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.
As his eager shovel like hands traversed her back he tried to slip one hand between her and the horse and grab one of her breasts, but Hester prevented him and she pushed his hand, but not away, she pushed it down towards her fanny.
So he obligingly moved his hand across her flat belly and down into her jodhpurs.
He ran his fingers through her coarse fluff and rubbed her mound of Venus gently eliciting a low moan.
James continued to rub her gently for several moments and began to move towards her slit, but instead of fingering her gash he put his left hand on her hip and yanked her jodhpurs down to her boot tops with his right and then slapped her small white cheek hard like you would the haunch of a pony and left a big red handprint.
He knew he didn’t need to frig her fanny as he could see she was ready for him from her moist fingers glistening in the sunshine and the damp patch in her jodhpurs so he dropped his shorts and paused momentarily to admire his erection.
James then slid his left hand from her hip across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly and she was breathing in quick short pants when he lifted her small frame off the ground.
Bringing her moist cunny up to cock height while still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and introduced his swollen cock to her waiting pussy.
She gasped as he penetrated her, he didn’t know if she was a virgin or not as it was difficult to tell with the horsy types, many a cherry had been popped while in the saddle.
She was nice and tight though, but if she had been a virgin she wasn’t anymore.
He continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the pommel on the saddle to give him some purchase while he fucked her.
She was hugging the horse with her left arm around the horses neck her right hand grasped a handful of main.
She was moaning uncontrollably as he banged into her, and he was pumping on her so hard the cheeks of her little arse were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.
She was nicely tight and James was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until he could feel himself on the threshold and Hester started to squeal with each stroke.
She was wrapped around the horses neck like a rodeo rider as he banged into her again and again and her squeals ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly and he left it up her until his cock twitched its last.
(Part 04)
She was nicely tight and James was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until He could feel himself on the threshold and Hester started to squeal with each stroke.
She was wrapped around the horses neck like a rodeo rider as he banged into her again and again and her squeals ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly and he left it up her until his cock twitched its last.
They were both breathing hard when he pulled his cock out of her and she let out a long sigh and then he lowered her back to terra firma.
“There’s a good girl” he said and slapped her rump before he wiped his wet cock on her shirttails before redressing himself.
As he left the clearing she never spoke to him, she just stood there against the horse still rubbing her naked tits against his shoulder, panting out long sighs, and her jodhpurs still round her knees.
He wondered if she thought that she’d just been fucked by her horse.
Beyond the clearing there was a well-defined path which he followed and he hoped it would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
After a nice bit of rumpy pumpy in the woods, a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching with Miss snooty had left him with a bit of an appetite.
He reflected that she had been a nice tight little fuck; a little weird but he would definitely ride her again given the opportunity.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield he didn’t think to ask the girl for directions before he left and she probably wouldn’t have answered him if he had.
But he was just thinking to himself that perhaps he should have asked anyway when he spotted a sign post which read Shallowfield 1 mile.
“That’ll do for me” he said out loud and headed down the path.
A few hundred yards along the path he became aware of movement behind him and when he stopped and turned he saw that it was Miss snooty on her colt.
She was trotting along and he could see her little tits jiggling inside her white shirt, and below her riding hat the find strands of blond hair were dancing around her shoulders and she had a very large wet patch on the crotch of her jodhpurs and she was going to have a very wet saddle when she got back to the stable.
He stepped to one side to let her pass and she slowed to a walk as she passed him and she gave him a coy, little smile and then the honey cunnied Philly, riding the honey coloured colt, galloped off.
“Oh yes, I think I will definitely be back in that particular saddle very soon indeed” he said to himself as he watched her ride away with the soiled tails of her shirt tucked inside her jodhpurs.
James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but mainly he was shy and liked to go unnoticed.
Which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On his second day in the village he was up bright and early and headed up towards Teardrop Lake.
He was heading for lover leap which was a rocky promontory which had been recommended to him.
He was following the directions he received from Anna Gorska at the B&B and was walking along the northern perimeter road when a girl on horseback rode by, he did know it at the time but her name was Hester Marais-Schoeman, the only child of a couple with more money than sense, for her 21st birthday a couple of months earlier her parents flew her to America in a private plane to go on a riding holiday, so as a result she had the reputation of being Hester the little rich bitch, although it truth she wasn’t.
James thought she was a pretty enough lass, and she was only a tiny little thing sat astride a great Honey coloured colt and he thought that the additional height gave her a greater opportunity to look down her nose at the hoi polloi.
Her reputation was partly earned because she never ever spoke to anyone and never responded to hellos or good mornings so they thought she was just a stuck up little bitch with no friends.
The truth was in fact that she was also very shy.
James didn’t know if she was stuck up, distant, snobby or just plain uncommunicative but what he did know for sure was that she had an A* little bod.
However snooty bitch or not as he watched her trot off into the distance James inexplicably found himself musing on whether or not she was wearing any underwear.
He eventually reached Lovers Leap which was a kind of rocky shelf that jutted out above the cliffs and Anna was right the view was amazing.
The cliffs were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.
Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken hearted lovers would leap to their deaths, although in truth there was no evidence that anyone actually had.
But James did suspect that there had probably been a lot of loving up there over the centuries.
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
(Part 02)
James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.
Anna at the B&B had given him a number of popular birding sites and he was looking for a small clearing where a green Woodpecker had been sited.
Well it was about an hour into his trek when he realized he was hopelessly lost, blundering about in the woods and he was desperately looking for a landmark.
The woods seemed to be getting thicker and thicker and darker and darker and James was starting to get despondent when he saw a glimmer of light though the trees.
So he headed towards the source of the light, which he hoped would be the small clearing he was looking for.
As he got closer he could see there was someone in the clearing already, it was the snooty girl and her horse.
The colt was tied to a tree and she appeared to be grooming the beast.
He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when he realised she wasn’t grooming the horse at all.
So he took out his binoculars to get a closer look
“Well, well, well” he said as he studied a most interesting scene, where Hester stood beside the tethered beast, still wearing her riding hat, but with her white shirt opened to the waist and she was rubbing her naked breasts against the horse’s neck and shoulder, with one hand gripping the horse’s neck and the other one down the front of her open jodhpurs pleasuring herself.
“This is much better than a green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
This most interesting development had resulted in a very pronounced erection in his shorts.
For Hester Marais-Schoeman had in a matter of hours gone from an unattainable snooty, stuck up little bitch to a little half naked fit bird masturbating in the woods.
It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.
It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and that was precisely what he had in mind for Hester and he intended marking it with a very firm tick.
James walked slowly and stealthily through the woods gradually closing the distance on her and emerged from the tree line on her blind side.
He was as quiet as he could be although she was so engrossed in her fingering she was totally oblivious to her surroundings.
He crossed the clearing and closed the distance between them with every step and as he got closer he could hear the soft moans accompanying her busy fingering.
He was about two or three paces from her when she suddenly became aware of his presence and gasping audibly Hester withdrew her hand from her pussy and hugged the horse even closer in an effort to cover up her nakedness, her pleasuring hand was now on the horses flank and he could distinctly see moisture glistening on two of her fingers.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said continuing to close the distance.
(Part 03)
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said continuing to close the distance.
But she said nothing and just stood stock still against the horse pretending not to be there.
When he was stood directly behind her he lifted the white shirttail and she took a deep breath, and as he put his hands against the naked skin of her waist she let the breath out again.
He ran his hands slowly up her back, he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.
As his eager shovel like hands traversed her back he tried to slip one hand between her and the horse and grab one of her breasts, but Hester prevented him and she pushed his hand, but not away, she pushed it down towards her fanny.
So he obligingly moved his hand across her flat belly and down into her jodhpurs.
He ran his fingers through her coarse fluff and rubbed her mound of Venus gently eliciting a low moan.
James continued to rub her gently for several moments and began to move towards her slit, but instead of fingering her gash he put his left hand on her hip and yanked her jodhpurs down to her boot tops with his right and then slapped her small white cheek hard like you would the haunch of a pony and left a big red handprint.
He knew he didn’t need to frig her fanny as he could see she was ready for him from her moist fingers glistening in the sunshine and the damp patch in her jodhpurs so he dropped his shorts and paused momentarily to admire his erection.
James then slid his left hand from her hip across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly and she was breathing in quick short pants when he lifted her small frame off the ground.
Bringing her moist cunny up to cock height while still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and introduced his swollen cock to her waiting pussy.
She gasped as he penetrated her, he didn’t know if she was a virgin or not as it was difficult to tell with the horsy types, many a cherry had been popped while in the saddle.
She was nice and tight though, but if she had been a virgin she wasn’t anymore.
He continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the pommel on the saddle to give him some purchase while he fucked her.
She was hugging the horse with her left arm around the horses neck her right hand grasped a handful of main.
She was moaning uncontrollably as he banged into her, and he was pumping on her so hard the cheeks of her little arse were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.
She was nicely tight and James was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until he could feel himself on the threshold and Hester started to squeal with each stroke.
She was wrapped around the horses neck like a rodeo rider as he banged into her again and again and her squeals ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly and he left it up her until his cock twitched its last.
(Part 04)
She was nicely tight and James was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until He could feel himself on the threshold and Hester started to squeal with each stroke.
She was wrapped around the horses neck like a rodeo rider as he banged into her again and again and her squeals ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly and he left it up her until his cock twitched its last.
They were both breathing hard when he pulled his cock out of her and she let out a long sigh and then he lowered her back to terra firma.
“There’s a good girl” he said and slapped her rump before he wiped his wet cock on her shirttails before redressing himself.
As he left the clearing she never spoke to him, she just stood there against the horse still rubbing her naked tits against his shoulder, panting out long sighs, and her jodhpurs still round her knees.
He wondered if she thought that she’d just been fucked by her horse.
Beyond the clearing there was a well-defined path which he followed and he hoped it would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.
After a nice bit of rumpy pumpy in the woods, a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching with Miss snooty had left him with a bit of an appetite.
He reflected that she had been a nice tight little fuck; a little weird but he would definitely ride her again given the opportunity.
However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield he didn’t think to ask the girl for directions before he left and she probably wouldn’t have answered him if he had.
But he was just thinking to himself that perhaps he should have asked anyway when he spotted a sign post which read Shallowfield 1 mile.
“That’ll do for me” he said out loud and headed down the path.
A few hundred yards along the path he became aware of movement behind him and when he stopped and turned he saw that it was Miss snooty on her colt.
She was trotting along and he could see her little tits jiggling inside her white shirt, and below her riding hat the find strands of blond hair were dancing around her shoulders and she had a very large wet patch on the crotch of her jodhpurs and she was going to have a very wet saddle when she got back to the stable.
He stepped to one side to let her pass and she slowed to a walk as she passed him and she gave him a coy, little smile and then the honey cunnied Philly, riding the honey coloured colt, galloped off.
“Oh yes, I think I will definitely be back in that particular saddle very soon indeed” he said to himself as he watched her ride away with the soiled tails of her shirt tucked inside her jodhpurs.
Saturday, 15 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (034) Afternoon Delight
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”
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”
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.
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