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.
There followed a delightful interlude in which culminated in Anna screaming out in orgasm.
The next morning he rose late again but equally hard.
This time however when he headed to the shower to relieve his aching balls the door didn’t suddenly open and Anna did not appear.
He was already in the shower and had already given himself a couple of strokes before she joined him and on that morning he had no need to undress her as Anna was already naked.
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
He was in the shower and she sat down on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and teased and toyed with his erection to great effect.
Anna then stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breast and dripped off her hard proud nipples.
Anna lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath for purchase, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.
He watched intently and began tugging on his shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which he took as his signal to fuck her.
And he eagerly obliged as he slipped easily in between her greasy lips and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.
With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles but as he banged her and on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until they both came in a juddering climax.
Afterwards he was shattered, he had never had as much sex as he had in Shallowfield, and his legs had completely gone after a real old fashioned knee trembler.
He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries, he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for about twenty minutes.
By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Anna was already fully dressed.
“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed
“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” he said in response
“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and he grabbed her and scooped her up in his arms
“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested
“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed.
But that was all they did as she had work to do.
“Well you’ll have to wait until tomorrow now” she insisted
So he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry.
Then she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d just had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew there would be a next time.
Wednesday, 19 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (040) Holiday Highlight
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.
At Easter the family had a cabin booked in the depths of Dancingdean Forest and Mark was really looking forward to it partly because he planned to get into the depths of his cousin Karen.
On one family holiday in Spain Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, made love to his Aunt Christine’s 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.
He was so looking forward to the weekend he headed up to the cabin straight from work on Friday evening but even so it was dark when he arrived and it turned out he was not the first as there was already a car parked outside.
Mark parked beside it as he tried to ascertain who it belonged to but he didn’t recognize it at all.
He took his case from the boot and took it inside and found an empty room and unpacked.
But as he walked down the corridor he again wondered why there was a strange car on the drive especially if there wasn’t another houseguest.
He went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle and then sat down to drink it, and after he finished his drink he then started checking the other rooms to find out who the mystery guest was.
He opened the first door and the light from the hall flooded into the room and it was empty, then he repeated the process on the next 5 doors and then on door six he did a double take.
In the corner of the room there was a double bed but that was not what surprised him, what had got his attention, was what was directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, it was the most perfect round arse.
And it was an arse he was very familiar with, for laying with her back to him on the double bed in the foetal position, partially covered by a tartan blanket was his Cousin Julie’s naked body.
He walked over to the bed and put his hand on one of her firm young buttocks and it was cold to his touch so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.
He caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks until his fingers reached her hairy pussy.
Julie began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced across her lip before his finger peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.
She murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he worked on her and then she gasped.
“Ohhhh” she said “What kept you?” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her gash and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
“Well I wasn’t expecting this” he thought to himself as he undid his trousers.
“I thought I’d be shagging her sister”
He was smiling to himself as Julie wriggled her arse to the edge of the bed and he stood with cock in hand.
“Oh hell at least I’m keeping it in the family” he thought
“Mmmmm” Julie exclaimed as he pushed his helmet between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him.
He was sure when the family were organizing the Easter break in the Forest that Julie’s parents never anticipated that cousin Mark would be banging their daughter from behind on a rustic bed in a log cabin.
As he was pounding her pussy, he stood looking down on her as she was biting her lip and pulling her hair and as he groped at her breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Julie was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired since the moment she arrived at the cabin.
She was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again and Mark finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Well I think that was what you were wanting,” he said between pants.
“Oh yes” Juliet agreed
But just to be certain sure after half an hour they did it once more that night and again the next morning before the rest of the family arrived.
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.
At Easter the family had a cabin booked in the depths of Dancingdean Forest and Mark was really looking forward to it partly because he planned to get into the depths of his cousin Karen.
On one family holiday in Spain Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, made love to his Aunt Christine’s 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.
He was so looking forward to the weekend he headed up to the cabin straight from work on Friday evening but even so it was dark when he arrived and it turned out he was not the first as there was already a car parked outside.
Mark parked beside it as he tried to ascertain who it belonged to but he didn’t recognize it at all.
He took his case from the boot and took it inside and found an empty room and unpacked.
But as he walked down the corridor he again wondered why there was a strange car on the drive especially if there wasn’t another houseguest.
He went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle and then sat down to drink it, and after he finished his drink he then started checking the other rooms to find out who the mystery guest was.
He opened the first door and the light from the hall flooded into the room and it was empty, then he repeated the process on the next 5 doors and then on door six he did a double take.
In the corner of the room there was a double bed but that was not what surprised him, what had got his attention, was what was directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, it was the most perfect round arse.
And it was an arse he was very familiar with, for laying with her back to him on the double bed in the foetal position, partially covered by a tartan blanket was his Cousin Julie’s naked body.
He walked over to the bed and put his hand on one of her firm young buttocks and it was cold to his touch so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.
He caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks until his fingers reached her hairy pussy.
Julie began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced across her lip before his finger peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.
She murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he worked on her and then she gasped.
“Ohhhh” she said “What kept you?” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her gash and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
“Well I wasn’t expecting this” he thought to himself as he undid his trousers.
“I thought I’d be shagging her sister”
He was smiling to himself as Julie wriggled her arse to the edge of the bed and he stood with cock in hand.
“Oh hell at least I’m keeping it in the family” he thought
“Mmmmm” Julie exclaimed as he pushed his helmet between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him.
He was sure when the family were organizing the Easter break in the Forest that Julie’s parents never anticipated that cousin Mark would be banging their daughter from behind on a rustic bed in a log cabin.
As he was pounding her pussy, he stood looking down on her as she was biting her lip and pulling her hair and as he groped at her breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Julie was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired since the moment she arrived at the cabin.
She was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again and Mark finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Well I think that was what you were wanting,” he said between pants.
“Oh yes” Juliet agreed
But just to be certain sure after half an hour they did it once more that night and again the next morning before the rest of the family arrived.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (039) There's Something about Mary
(Part 01)
Stewart Simpson was an unremarkable man in his late twenties, and he had been married to Carole, whom he loved very much, for over five years.
They lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean and had well paid jobs that they both 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 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 he contented himself with watching porn and knocking one out when the need arose.
However Mr. Average Simpson started to lead a secret life.
It all came about when his sister in law Mary Bean came to stay with them.
She was a twenty three year old trouble maker and a bit of a delinquent, in fact all in all a thoroughly disagreeable creature and she 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 break from her.
But from the moment she first arrived in Childean she made their life a living hell with her foul mouth and disagreeable behavior.
She was lazy, ungrateful, and impossible to talk to, 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 and he finally tamed the shrew with a sound spanking and a thorough shag over the coffee table.
After which he was no longer frustrated and she improved her behaviour considerably and on every Tuesday and Wednesday evening when his wife Carole had gone out Mary would appear in the doorway to the lounge looking coy.
However her behavior improved so much so that Carole began to question her need to live with them anymore but this situation was resolved when Mary got a job at the local supermarket and as she had never had a job before and in order to ensure her positive behaviour continued and was not discouraged Carole said she could stay with them as long as she liked.
(Part 02)
So on Carole’s nights out when Mary appeared she would sometime be in her nightclothes or just in a dressing gown, fresh from the shower and quite often she would dress up.
And that was the case on one Friday evening about a year after he had first disciplined her.
It was mid-July and Carole had flown to New York for the weekend with her other sister Karen on a shopping trip.
Stewart was exceedingly horny when he arrived home, he had been thinking about Mary and what he would do to her all day.
It was the first time since he had been playing with her that they would be able to sleep together and he could fuck her to sleep and then fuck her awake the next morning.
So when he arrived he was already seriously aroused but that only grew when he walked into the lounge and Mary was standing at the end of the sofa wearing a school uniform,
White ankle socks, pleated grey skirt, white blouse, grey and blue tie and a blue blazer and her hair was in pigtails.
“Wow” he said and she smiled broadly because she had pleased him.
“Are you going to a fancy dress party?” he asked
“No” she replied shaking her head “This is for you” and she lifted her pleated skirt up just high enough for him to see a glimpse of her navy blue knickers.
“So am I the Headmaster punishing the naughty schoolgirl?” he asked and began closing the door but then left it a jar.
“Yes” she replied and leant forward over the sofa.
“So how naughty have you been?” He asked as he walked up behind her
I don’t know” she replied enigmatically “You might think I’ve been really naughty when you find out what I’ve done”
“Well whatever it is that you’ve done we can deal with that later” he said
“but for now let’s get these out of the way” And his hands went up her skirt and yanked her knickers down to her knees, and then he took the hem of her skirt and tucked it in the waistband so he had an uninterrupted view of her arse cheeks.
He would normally have given her six of the best but he was exceptionally horny as he had been looking forward to skewering her tight cunny all day and judging by the large dark patch on the crotch of her knickers Mary was already wet and ready.
So he just gave her two quick slaps on each cheek and then dropped his trousers.
Mary giggled and fidgeted as she lay draped along the back of the sofa and then all at once he was in her up to his balls and she let out a delightful expression of her vocal acquiescence.
And as he penetrated her he fondled her little tits through the cotton of her blouse and dispatched her quickly without finesse but they were both satisfied with that.
After all they had all weekend for more measured mating’s but for now they just wanted some instant satisfaction, and they got it.
Stewart withdrew from her and pulled up his pants and trousers then he leant forward and kissed her gently on each buttock.
(Part 03)
Stewart then plopped down heavily on the sofa and Mary lifted herself from her ravished position and sat in the adjacent armchair.
He thought that odd because she normally liked a bit of a cuddle.
“So what have you done?” he asked
“Well…” she began but then there was a knock at the lounge door which made Stewart jump and made Mary giggle
“It’s my friend Anjuli” she said triumphantly “She’s been a very naughty girl too”
“Oh I see” Stewart said “you’ve brought a friend to play”
“Yes, Yes” Mary squealed excitedly “is that alright?”
“Well I don’t know about that” he said and turned his full gaze on the new arrival.
Anjuli was also wearing a school uniform, obviously her own from about ten years earlier as the blouse was tight and struggled to contain her huge breasts.
Over the top of that there was a black pinafore dress and the whole ensemble was finished off with Black knee socks.
“Please Stewart” Mary begged “She really is very naughty”
He turned back to look at Mary as she made her plea, He just wanted to fuck Mary again but the look on her face told him he would get his reward in spades later if he were to discipline her friend.
“Ok” he said and a broad grin appeared on Anjuli’s face and she stepped forward
“Stop!” he shouted and she stopped in her tracks and the smile faded “take your dress off”
The smile reappeared as she undid the straps and the front of the dress fell away and he could clearly see her huge brown nipples through the tight fabric.
Then she undid a button on the side and the dress slipped over her curvaceous hips and quickly down to the floor.
Anjuli stood still in only her socks pants and ill-fitting blouse until he motioned her forward.
She was about to lay across his knee when he shouted “Stop” again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked
“Knickers” he replied and a doubtful look replaced the smile
“But…” she began
“You’ve got to Ju” Mary said
“But…” she began again
“Go on Ju” Mary said and gave an encouraging smile as she sat on the edge of her seat.
Anjuli smiled back and then as quick as lightning yanked her pants down and threw herself over his lap although not quick enough to prevent both Stewart and Mary seeing her lavish black bush.
But she performed the maneuver at such speed that her blouse was put under too much strain and two buttons shot off.
He looked down and admired the beautiful caramel coloured cheeks displayed before him and he noticed that the knicker she was so loathed to remove were soaked at the crotch, he assumed she had watched him through the crack in the door as he fucked Mary’s crack.
“So what should I do next?” Stewart asked
“Spank her” Mary shouted “spank her hard”
“Is that what you deserve?” he asked her
“Yes” she replied and giggled
“Give her six of the best” Mary said
“Six of the best?”
“Yes and I’ll count” she announced
“Ok bossy knickers”
“Bossy no knickers if you don’t mind” she said and gave them both a long lingering look at her mousy bush and when she realized how long she had left it on display she blushed.
Stewart gave a firm crisp slap on Anjuli’s right cheek and Anjuli yelped
“One” Mary said fidgeting in the chair and his hand then fell smartly on the other cheek
(Part 04)
“Ow!” the recipient retorted
“Two” Mary announced with delight
And then the right cheek felt his stinging slap
“Ow!”
“Three” Mary shouted and bounced in the chair
And then the left cheek again
“Oww!” Anjuli yelled and giggled
“Four” Mary called and was gripping her thighs tight together
Then another crisp slap on the right cheek
“Oww!” Anjuli
“Five” Mary said with glee
“Now do the next one really hard”
So as instructed by Mary he gave Anjuli a very hard smack to finish.
“Owww!”
“SIX” Mary yelled and squirmed in her chair as Anjuli did the same on his lap.
He looked down at his handiwork as she lay motionless across his knee he hadn’t left as vivid a mark on her caramel skin as he had on Mary’s lily white cheeks.
“You’ll really like the next bit” Mary said and she squirmed and fidgeted in the chair and Anjuli began wriggling on his knee in anticipation of what was coming next.
His cock twitched and prodded her belly and made her jump.
Mary laughed and said “That’s his cock”
And Anjuli giggled so Stewart twitched it again.
He inspected the faint bruise where he had spanked her bare flesh but without pause or ceremony he instantly sort out her hot pussy and he watched her wriggling like a fish as she lay across him and his fingers probed at her juicy minge.
He glanced over at Mary whose little arse was still perched on the edge of the chair but the rest of her had sunk back into the upholstery.
She was biting her lip and her eyes were fixed on the tableaux before her and she was opening and closing her thigh.
And his fingers rubbed and worked on Anjuli roughly and her cunny was responding with liquid acquiescence.
She was moaning and had raised her head to watch Mary,
Stewart looked down at Anjuli through her tousled black hair and then to where her eyes had rested and said
“She’s looking at your pussy”
“I know” Mary said and threw open her legs
“She likes it” he said
“So do I” she replied and draped one leg over the chair arm
“Is it making her wet?” Mary asked
“Yes” he replied as he continued to frig Anjuli’s pussy
“Is it making you wet?”
“Oh yes” she replied and slipped her finger between her juicy lips.
Stewart’s cock was twitching repeatedly and poking into Anjuli’s flesh as he took her to the abyss and beyond.
She lay panting and moaning on his lap and then she finally tore her eyes away from Mary’s prize and looked up at him with her huge brown puppy dog eyes.
“Well go on then” he said and she smiled at him briefly before she slipped off his lap and crawled as fast as she could manage with her knickers around her knees towards Mary who was still diligently fingering herself and buried her face between her open thighs.
(Part 05)
Stewart sat on the sofa with his cock trying to burst through his trousers as he looked on and Mary was in ecstasy as Anjuli licked amidst her tangy petals.
He turned his lustful gaze on Anjuli’s caramel coloured rump and the tuft of black pubes between her thighs.
But it was seeing Mary’s sweet face distorted in ecstatic orgasm that told him it was time for him to intervene and concern himself with his own pleasure.
He knelt behind Anjuli with his balls aching for her and a hard on like a milk bottle.
He pushed the white tails of her shirt away to expose her round brown buttocks and Stewart thrust two fingers into her juicy cunny to test the waters and his attentions brooked no protestation from Anjuli and Mary was too preoccupied with being noshed to care what he did so Stewart plunged his swollen cock into Anjuli’s satisfyingly hot pussy.
When he was deep inside her he reached his hands around her and pulled her blouse ripping off the remaining buttons and greedily groped her great tits.
He gave her stoke after stroke and when he could see Mary climaxing again and he had Anjuli moaning into Mary’s pussy he could control himself no more and felt that great moment of relief as he lost control and came in her with his final nerve tingling thrust.
As his flaccid cock slipped out of her juicy pussy she sat up and turned and kissed him with the taste of Mary still on her lips and a smile that showed no displeasure at his intrusion.
Or concern for his unceremonious humping of her but there would be another occasion for him to do her proper justice.
But it was clear that further satisfaction would be coming her way as Mary scrambled to her knees and right on cue her hands replaced his on Anjuli’s magnificent tits and her mouth eagerly kissed the smile of Anjuli mouth and her tongue licked the taste of her sour nectar from her lips.
Mary then turned her attention to sucking her huge brown nipples while her small white fingers probed roughly at her cunny still wet from his penetration.
He decided at that point that it was time for him to leave the scene and let the girls have some fun.
When he got to the door he looked back as Mary had Anjuli sitting on the coffee table and was pulling her wet knickers off her feet.
She looked straight at him with a wicked grin on her face as she made Anjuli lay on the table and prepared to have her friend for the first time in the same place Stewart first had her.
She was still grinning right up to the point that her face disappeared between Anjuli’s caramel thighs.
As he walked to the kitchen he was already semi aroused at the prospect of rejoining the melee later but while Mary was eating Anjuli he went to eat his supper.
Because if both girls were staying for the weekend he would need every ounce of fuel he could take on board.
Stewart Simpson was an unremarkable man in his late twenties, and he had been married to Carole, whom he loved very much, for over five years.
They lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean and had well paid jobs that they both 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 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 he contented himself with watching porn and knocking one out when the need arose.
However Mr. Average Simpson started to lead a secret life.
It all came about when his sister in law Mary Bean came to stay with them.
She was a twenty three year old trouble maker and a bit of a delinquent, in fact all in all a thoroughly disagreeable creature and she 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 break from her.
But from the moment she first arrived in Childean she made their life a living hell with her foul mouth and disagreeable behavior.
She was lazy, ungrateful, and impossible to talk to, 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 and he finally tamed the shrew with a sound spanking and a thorough shag over the coffee table.
After which he was no longer frustrated and she improved her behaviour considerably and on every Tuesday and Wednesday evening when his wife Carole had gone out Mary would appear in the doorway to the lounge looking coy.
However her behavior improved so much so that Carole began to question her need to live with them anymore but this situation was resolved when Mary got a job at the local supermarket and as she had never had a job before and in order to ensure her positive behaviour continued and was not discouraged Carole said she could stay with them as long as she liked.
(Part 02)
So on Carole’s nights out when Mary appeared she would sometime be in her nightclothes or just in a dressing gown, fresh from the shower and quite often she would dress up.
And that was the case on one Friday evening about a year after he had first disciplined her.
It was mid-July and Carole had flown to New York for the weekend with her other sister Karen on a shopping trip.
Stewart was exceedingly horny when he arrived home, he had been thinking about Mary and what he would do to her all day.
It was the first time since he had been playing with her that they would be able to sleep together and he could fuck her to sleep and then fuck her awake the next morning.
So when he arrived he was already seriously aroused but that only grew when he walked into the lounge and Mary was standing at the end of the sofa wearing a school uniform,
White ankle socks, pleated grey skirt, white blouse, grey and blue tie and a blue blazer and her hair was in pigtails.
“Wow” he said and she smiled broadly because she had pleased him.
“Are you going to a fancy dress party?” he asked
“No” she replied shaking her head “This is for you” and she lifted her pleated skirt up just high enough for him to see a glimpse of her navy blue knickers.
“So am I the Headmaster punishing the naughty schoolgirl?” he asked and began closing the door but then left it a jar.
“Yes” she replied and leant forward over the sofa.
“So how naughty have you been?” He asked as he walked up behind her
I don’t know” she replied enigmatically “You might think I’ve been really naughty when you find out what I’ve done”
“Well whatever it is that you’ve done we can deal with that later” he said
“but for now let’s get these out of the way” And his hands went up her skirt and yanked her knickers down to her knees, and then he took the hem of her skirt and tucked it in the waistband so he had an uninterrupted view of her arse cheeks.
He would normally have given her six of the best but he was exceptionally horny as he had been looking forward to skewering her tight cunny all day and judging by the large dark patch on the crotch of her knickers Mary was already wet and ready.
So he just gave her two quick slaps on each cheek and then dropped his trousers.
Mary giggled and fidgeted as she lay draped along the back of the sofa and then all at once he was in her up to his balls and she let out a delightful expression of her vocal acquiescence.
And as he penetrated her he fondled her little tits through the cotton of her blouse and dispatched her quickly without finesse but they were both satisfied with that.
After all they had all weekend for more measured mating’s but for now they just wanted some instant satisfaction, and they got it.
Stewart withdrew from her and pulled up his pants and trousers then he leant forward and kissed her gently on each buttock.
(Part 03)
Stewart then plopped down heavily on the sofa and Mary lifted herself from her ravished position and sat in the adjacent armchair.
He thought that odd because she normally liked a bit of a cuddle.
“So what have you done?” he asked
“Well…” she began but then there was a knock at the lounge door which made Stewart jump and made Mary giggle
“It’s my friend Anjuli” she said triumphantly “She’s been a very naughty girl too”
“Oh I see” Stewart said “you’ve brought a friend to play”
“Yes, Yes” Mary squealed excitedly “is that alright?”
“Well I don’t know about that” he said and turned his full gaze on the new arrival.
Anjuli was also wearing a school uniform, obviously her own from about ten years earlier as the blouse was tight and struggled to contain her huge breasts.
Over the top of that there was a black pinafore dress and the whole ensemble was finished off with Black knee socks.
“Please Stewart” Mary begged “She really is very naughty”
He turned back to look at Mary as she made her plea, He just wanted to fuck Mary again but the look on her face told him he would get his reward in spades later if he were to discipline her friend.
“Ok” he said and a broad grin appeared on Anjuli’s face and she stepped forward
“Stop!” he shouted and she stopped in her tracks and the smile faded “take your dress off”
The smile reappeared as she undid the straps and the front of the dress fell away and he could clearly see her huge brown nipples through the tight fabric.
Then she undid a button on the side and the dress slipped over her curvaceous hips and quickly down to the floor.
Anjuli stood still in only her socks pants and ill-fitting blouse until he motioned her forward.
She was about to lay across his knee when he shouted “Stop” again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked
“Knickers” he replied and a doubtful look replaced the smile
“But…” she began
“You’ve got to Ju” Mary said
“But…” she began again
“Go on Ju” Mary said and gave an encouraging smile as she sat on the edge of her seat.
Anjuli smiled back and then as quick as lightning yanked her pants down and threw herself over his lap although not quick enough to prevent both Stewart and Mary seeing her lavish black bush.
But she performed the maneuver at such speed that her blouse was put under too much strain and two buttons shot off.
He looked down and admired the beautiful caramel coloured cheeks displayed before him and he noticed that the knicker she was so loathed to remove were soaked at the crotch, he assumed she had watched him through the crack in the door as he fucked Mary’s crack.
“So what should I do next?” Stewart asked
“Spank her” Mary shouted “spank her hard”
“Is that what you deserve?” he asked her
“Yes” she replied and giggled
“Give her six of the best” Mary said
“Six of the best?”
“Yes and I’ll count” she announced
“Ok bossy knickers”
“Bossy no knickers if you don’t mind” she said and gave them both a long lingering look at her mousy bush and when she realized how long she had left it on display she blushed.
Stewart gave a firm crisp slap on Anjuli’s right cheek and Anjuli yelped
“One” Mary said fidgeting in the chair and his hand then fell smartly on the other cheek
(Part 04)
“Ow!” the recipient retorted
“Two” Mary announced with delight
And then the right cheek felt his stinging slap
“Ow!”
“Three” Mary shouted and bounced in the chair
And then the left cheek again
“Oww!” Anjuli yelled and giggled
“Four” Mary called and was gripping her thighs tight together
Then another crisp slap on the right cheek
“Oww!” Anjuli
“Five” Mary said with glee
“Now do the next one really hard”
So as instructed by Mary he gave Anjuli a very hard smack to finish.
“Owww!”
“SIX” Mary yelled and squirmed in her chair as Anjuli did the same on his lap.
He looked down at his handiwork as she lay motionless across his knee he hadn’t left as vivid a mark on her caramel skin as he had on Mary’s lily white cheeks.
“You’ll really like the next bit” Mary said and she squirmed and fidgeted in the chair and Anjuli began wriggling on his knee in anticipation of what was coming next.
His cock twitched and prodded her belly and made her jump.
Mary laughed and said “That’s his cock”
And Anjuli giggled so Stewart twitched it again.
He inspected the faint bruise where he had spanked her bare flesh but without pause or ceremony he instantly sort out her hot pussy and he watched her wriggling like a fish as she lay across him and his fingers probed at her juicy minge.
He glanced over at Mary whose little arse was still perched on the edge of the chair but the rest of her had sunk back into the upholstery.
She was biting her lip and her eyes were fixed on the tableaux before her and she was opening and closing her thigh.
And his fingers rubbed and worked on Anjuli roughly and her cunny was responding with liquid acquiescence.
She was moaning and had raised her head to watch Mary,
Stewart looked down at Anjuli through her tousled black hair and then to where her eyes had rested and said
“She’s looking at your pussy”
“I know” Mary said and threw open her legs
“She likes it” he said
“So do I” she replied and draped one leg over the chair arm
“Is it making her wet?” Mary asked
“Yes” he replied as he continued to frig Anjuli’s pussy
“Is it making you wet?”
“Oh yes” she replied and slipped her finger between her juicy lips.
Stewart’s cock was twitching repeatedly and poking into Anjuli’s flesh as he took her to the abyss and beyond.
She lay panting and moaning on his lap and then she finally tore her eyes away from Mary’s prize and looked up at him with her huge brown puppy dog eyes.
“Well go on then” he said and she smiled at him briefly before she slipped off his lap and crawled as fast as she could manage with her knickers around her knees towards Mary who was still diligently fingering herself and buried her face between her open thighs.
(Part 05)
Stewart sat on the sofa with his cock trying to burst through his trousers as he looked on and Mary was in ecstasy as Anjuli licked amidst her tangy petals.
He turned his lustful gaze on Anjuli’s caramel coloured rump and the tuft of black pubes between her thighs.
But it was seeing Mary’s sweet face distorted in ecstatic orgasm that told him it was time for him to intervene and concern himself with his own pleasure.
He knelt behind Anjuli with his balls aching for her and a hard on like a milk bottle.
He pushed the white tails of her shirt away to expose her round brown buttocks and Stewart thrust two fingers into her juicy cunny to test the waters and his attentions brooked no protestation from Anjuli and Mary was too preoccupied with being noshed to care what he did so Stewart plunged his swollen cock into Anjuli’s satisfyingly hot pussy.
When he was deep inside her he reached his hands around her and pulled her blouse ripping off the remaining buttons and greedily groped her great tits.
He gave her stoke after stroke and when he could see Mary climaxing again and he had Anjuli moaning into Mary’s pussy he could control himself no more and felt that great moment of relief as he lost control and came in her with his final nerve tingling thrust.
As his flaccid cock slipped out of her juicy pussy she sat up and turned and kissed him with the taste of Mary still on her lips and a smile that showed no displeasure at his intrusion.
Or concern for his unceremonious humping of her but there would be another occasion for him to do her proper justice.
But it was clear that further satisfaction would be coming her way as Mary scrambled to her knees and right on cue her hands replaced his on Anjuli’s magnificent tits and her mouth eagerly kissed the smile of Anjuli mouth and her tongue licked the taste of her sour nectar from her lips.
Mary then turned her attention to sucking her huge brown nipples while her small white fingers probed roughly at her cunny still wet from his penetration.
He decided at that point that it was time for him to leave the scene and let the girls have some fun.
When he got to the door he looked back as Mary had Anjuli sitting on the coffee table and was pulling her wet knickers off her feet.
She looked straight at him with a wicked grin on her face as she made Anjuli lay on the table and prepared to have her friend for the first time in the same place Stewart first had her.
She was still grinning right up to the point that her face disappeared between Anjuli’s caramel thighs.
As he walked to the kitchen he was already semi aroused at the prospect of rejoining the melee later but while Mary was eating Anjuli he went to eat his supper.
Because if both girls were staying for the weekend he would need every ounce of fuel he could take on board.
Monday, 17 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (038) Room Service
(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.
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.
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.
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