Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots

(Part 01)

Stewart had fallen asleep in front of the TV as he sat in his armchair in the lounge and awoke suddenly to find Mary Bean standing in the doorway.
He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real or if he was dreaming so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there and he smiled.

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.

But as he sat in his armchair only 14 months after she first arrived he found it difficult to believe that the foul mouthed, disagreeable, lazy and ungrateful little cow was the same girl he was now looking at.
The same shrewish girl that he had tamed with a sound spanking and a thorough shag over the coffee table.
After that evening she was a different person and on every Tuesday and Wednesday evening when his wife Carole went out Mary would appear in the doorway to the lounge looking coy, sometimes 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 the day before Halloween when he awoke from his dose to find her standing in the doorway dressed as Wednesday Addams.
She was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.
He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.

(Part 02)

Mary was dressed as Wednesday Addams and she was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.
He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.
On her head she wore a brown wig with long braids, but with her complexion, which was naturally pale, her face didn’t require make up.
“Hello gorgeous” he said and in response she undid the belt and dropped it on the floor as she walked towards him and began unbuttoning the front of her dress.
He could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.
By the time she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her tights.
Mary leant forward and put a hand on the arm rests either side of him, to support herself, allowing the full weight of her little tits to hang seductive and inviting in their black lace holster.
Which was when she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.
When she stopped Mary stood up and without speaking she took hold of both of his hands and pulled him up out of the chair, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was around her ankles.
Mary was normally compliant and easily bent to his will but he was enjoying the more dominant Mary.
But he still intended to pick her up and carry her upstairs but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the stairs which looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.
At the foot of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the kitchen where he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they briefly swung invitingly free until he gave them a thorough groping, they had certainly matured in the few weeks since he had last fondled them, after a nice grope he pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her magnificent erect, pink nipples, sucking on them like a hungry child.
Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of scanty briefs stood between him and another joyful fuck.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her.
When he stopped sucking on her tits leaving them wet, misshapen and swollen and chose instead to watch her as his hand reached the heart of her Halloween fire and he fingered her through her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Mary wriggled beneath his hand and moaned like a whore.
Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

(Part 03)

Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
Stewart reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
"Oh God Stewart" she moaned as he licked her out and one of her shoes fell off while he noshed her, it was the first time that evening that she had spoken.
She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed even whiter through her pale skin as he continued to work on her with his tongue and then she came.
Stewart stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it here” she demanded “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
He suddenly became aware of the amount of times he’d had her on a table of some description so he thought it would be best to take her upstairs.
Besides the kitchen table had seen enough action already.
“No” he said sternly as he quickly locked the backdoor and she looked at him crestfallen until he said "bed"
Which was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a rat up a drainpipe.
He took more measured strides and paused to pick up her discarded clothes on the way before he and his erection made a steady ascent up the stairs.
Mary was sitting on her haunches in the middle of her bed when he entered the room.
“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.
The wig lay on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length mousy hair which was a shade or two lighter than her muff and as he looked down at her mousy minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.
As Mary bounced on the bed, everything bounced along with her although his eyes focused on her tits.
“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and grabbed hold of his belt and pulled him towards her and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.
Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard he fell onto the bed.

(Part 04)

Mary was knelt on the bed and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.
“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.
Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard he fell onto the bed.
“Get on your back” she commanded and he duly complied and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager cunny onto his throbbing cock.
“Oh that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him again and again.
He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him how different this girl was to the one who made their life a misery just over a year earlier.
Unlike the previous times she had ridden him she remained completely in control as she emitted the most sensual self-satisfying moans.
Not needing to intercede he just gripped her cute buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed
“Oh fuck” as he shot into her.
Mary was such a surprisingly good Halloween fuck that he was in no rush to leave her bed and he let her have him once more before he left her room just moments before Carole arrived home.

On Halloween itself he was going to spend a quiet evening alone as, Mary, dressed as Wednesday Addams, the outfit he’d removed her from the previous night and her best friend Anjuli, dressed as a horny witch were going to a party.
But as he sat alone watching TV Anjuli appeared in the doorway and said
“Trick or treat” and held out her treat bag, he didn’t look in it because he knew only too well what she considered a treat.
In her treat bag there were likely to be hand cuffs, silk ropes vibrators and a large pink dildo.
“Oh a Treat please” he said just as Mary joined her
“That’s not how it works” Anjuli said, “We’re supposed to get the treat”
“Well I’m game if you are,” he said directly to Anjuli
She licked her lips and looked at her friend who smiled and said
“Go on then, I had mine last night” she said and kissed her then over her shoulder she added “You’ve got half an hour”
Anjuli stepped in the room and closed the door behind her.
She stood against the wall in her witch’s outfit, all in black except for the white stripes on her long socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots and was smiling and biting her lip.
“Well come and get your treat then” he said
So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms.

(Part 05)

“Well come and get your treat then” Stewart said
So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms.
Whereas her friend Mary’s body was on the skinny side of slim
Anjuli’s was curvy and full.
He fumbled inside her cloak as they kissed and quickly rummaged his way through the layers until he reached her bare flesh and moments later he had un-harnessed her huge tits and got them both in hand.
Her hot mouth was clamped over his as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose.
Then her mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked their way to his ear as his hands were grasping hands full of skirt until his palms were touching the naked flesh at the top of her socks and from her outer thighs moved up to her buttocks, squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as Anjuli slurped in his ear.
Once her knickers were at half-mast he turned his attention to the witches familiar, her pussy, his right hand moved seamlessly from buttock to hip to belly and then descended through her lush bush, to rest on her mound, she stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving one of her slutty smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.
And there they stood, Anjuli pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged her wet gash until she came.
“What shall I do to the naughty little witch now” he asked her
“Give her your wand” she replied and giggled
Stewart took her hand and led her across the lounge but due to her low-slung drawers Anjuli had to waddle not unlike a duck until they reached the sofa where he propped her against the end of the sofa and knelt in front of her and with my hands beneath the hem of her skirt I slid them up slowly from her knees to her naked thighs, taking the skirt with them until her thick black pubic triangle was before his eyes and he buried his face in it and she giggled again.
He would have liked to have given her the same thorough treatment that Mary had received the night before but there was no time for it on that occasion.
While his nose took in her erotic scent his hands pulled her knickers down to her ankles.
Stewart then stood up with his hands still up her skirt and gripping her buttocks, one gorgeous cheek in each hand, he lifted her effortlessly of the ground until her big round arse was sitting on top of the sofa back.
There was a pause for another passionate fuelled wet kiss and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.

(Part 06)

There was a pause in proceedings for another passionate fuelled wet kiss between Stewart and Anjuli and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.
Obligingly her legs came up so he could pull her big black knickers off her over her boots.
And as she lay there with her pussy on display he dropped his trousers and readied himself and then to her delight he penetrated her tight brown pussy.
It felt so good as he looked down on her as he was doing her and he was admiring her thick black untamed patch of pubes and he thought how beautifully hairy she was.
Anjuli knew only too well how much he liked her tits and her chocolate coloured nipples so she uncovered them for him and put them on display before she wrapped her striped legs around him as he pumped her tight pussy.
He knew it was going to be over all too soon and he really wished he could spend more time on her, but Anjuli, like Mary, was a game bird so he knew this would not be the last time she would be wetting his balls.
His hands slid forwards and fondled her huge titties and her small hands grasped his shoulders as he reached the short strokes and her moans became frantic, and he kept that up until her back arched and they both came in unison.
He was reluctant to withdraw from her juiciness because he knew there would be no second helping of her that night.

They had a final kiss and cuddle by the lounge door before he opened it to find Mary on the other side
“I thought you were never coming” she said and then blushed when she realised the connotation.
Stewart was turned on by her embarrassment and kissed her long and slowly, then he said.
“You too had better go before I get another stiffy”
There was a moment’s hesitation but then the girls stepped out under the porch light.
“You’ve got cum on you cloak Ju” he said
“It’s an occupational hazard for a dirty little witch” Mary replied and two girls trotted off down the path laughing.
He stayed at the front door until they were completely out of sight.
“Well that was nice” he said to himself then he noticed some trick or treaters heading his way so he went inside and turned off the light.
He didn’t particularly like Halloween but he loved it when the girls dressed up.
He was fortunate that Halloween fell on one of the nights Carole was out at her friends.
Stewart was upstairs for part of the time while Carole was getting changed and she was responsible for initiating the arousal that ended inside Anjuli, he would have preferred to have made love to his wife who he loved so much.
Sex was great with the girls and he really enjoyed it but it was only sex he didn’t love either Mary or Anjuli.
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and it made him wonder if some horny wizard would be putting his wand up her, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.
After all she had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (047) Welcome to the Clayton Manor Hotel

(Part 01)

Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.

There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in his defence he was rather ambushed.
He had met the staff informally at the beginning of the day and then chose to do a walk around and meet people again where they worked.
He had noticed her among the group dressed in her uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Blaire was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years and she had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two.
When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge, she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting because she was definitely flirting with him.

(Part 02)

When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge, she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting because she was definitely flirting with him.
“Hello” he said “Shouldn’t you be working”
“I’m on my break,” she answered curtly
“I’m sorry,” he said “I was just looking for someone to show me around”
“Ok but I need the loo first” she said and picked up her bag
“Well that explains her mood, she’s on the blob” he thought to himself
Five minutes later she returned looking flushed
“We can go now” She said and strode off
“Great” he said and broke into a jog to follow her
Blaire led him down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another long corridor until finally arriving at another door.
“In here” she said
“She’s got a bit of an attitude” he thought, perhaps he was mistaken about the flirting, but clearly not about the period.
“She won’t remain head of housekeeping for long with her mind set”
The door closed behind him and the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and before he had the chance to ask what they were doing in a storage cupboard, Blaire was all over him, she already had her white shirt opened and she put his hands on her generous tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra? He was sure she had one on that morning when she was flirting with him.
And almost the second she placed his hands on her breasts her tongue was straight in his mouth and almost down his throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.
“Blimey, you’re as changeable as the weather” he said after breaking away from her mouth “First you flirt with me, then you’re rude to me, and now groping me, what has got into you?”
“You in a minute I hope” She replied and kissed him hard on the mouth again
“Why now?” he asked escaping her lips again “not that I’m not enjoying it”
“Because I’m so bloody horny” she said planting another kiss on his mouth.
“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously “I’m sure you had one on this morning”
“In my handbag” she answered curtly
“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here” he thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.

(Part 03)

“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here” Gary thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.
Blaire sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again
Gary pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then around her waist but when he turned his attention to her knickers, he discovered she wasn’t wearing any.
“Where are your knickers?” He asked more than a little surprised
“Don’t tell me they’re in your handbag”
“Where else?” she replied
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear so he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive the erection she had so skilfully supplied and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny.
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered as Blaire’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door with one hand on her hip and the other gripping the coat hook and as he banged her, her bum cheeks slapped against the veneer and each stroke produced a grunt.
“Mmmm”
And as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened the slaps and grunts increased with them until they reached a crescendo and the coat hook came off in his hand.
They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Welcome to the Clayton Manor”
“Does everyone get a welcome like that?” he asked
“No, only the ones with a reputation” she panted
“What reputation would that be?”
“The one that says you’ll shag anyone, anywhere” she said
“Oh so news of my bad character has preceded me” he said
“You might say that”
“And did I live up to my rep then?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said, “and it was very acceptable”
“Good” he said sincerely “and I hope there are other places of interest in the hotel that you can show me”
“Definitely” she said smiling
They quickly made themselves decent which involved her retrieving he bra and drawers from her handbag and then they exited the cupboard and retraced their steps back down the corridor.
“Maintenance will need to replace that coat hook” he said and they both laughed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (046) An Itch to be Scratched

(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 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.

Bright and early one Saturday morning when he opened the front door it was to see the familiar face of his cousin Karen.
It wasn’t the first time she had been to the house, but it was the first time she had a professional reason for being there.
Great Aunt Agatha had been in hospital and had a bunion removed and needed a little time to recuperate.
She had sufficient insurance to pay for her to stay in a nursing home but she had said she had no desire to be fussed over by a bunch of frumpy nurses so the family put their collected heads together and it was decided she should stay at Mark’s house for a week and the family would take it in turns to look after her and Saturday morning was Mark’s time.
“Hi Kaz,” he said
“Hi Cuz” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy nurses” I’ll smash your face in”
“Grumpy nurse more like” Mark said, “I think you need to work on your bedside manner”
“My manner is exceptionally good at the bedside” she corrected him and gave him a kiss “as you well know”
After he had closed the door she asked
“I’m a bit early,” she said looking at her watch “is she up?”
“She’s in the bath” he replied, “come and have some coffee”
As they sat drinking their coffee he asked
“How come you’re here so early?
“I’ve come straight from the hospital” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift today and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”
“Sure, no problem” he replied
As the morning went on Mark was beginning to regret his decision as Karen was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.

(Part 02)

As the morning went on Mark was beginning to regret his decision as Karen was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.
Eventually he got fed up of her in constant touchy feely mode and following him everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed him into the utility room that he snapped
“What is the matter with you Karen? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”
“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy. “But…”
“But what?” he snapped again
“I’m so horny” she confessed
“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said
“But I’m really horny” she pleaded
“Well you need to go and deal with it,” he told her
“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Karen replied
“Well go and try again,” he said
“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again
Just at that moment the washing machine reached the spin cycle
“Sit on that” he said and walked out

He assumed she must have taken his advice, as he didn’t see her for about half an hour.
When she did reappear he was sitting in the kitchen talking to Aunt Agatha and Karen boosted herself up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter behind her.
Then she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit, sitting in his eye line “Sans Pants” and making quite sure he knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at him while he was trying to talk to their aunt.
The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself off really turned him on.
And ever since she told him that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against him, she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself he wanted her.
He had a semi brewing and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred him even more.
Karen was sitting flashing her fingered flange at him and he just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact he couldn’t have wanted to fuck her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Aunt Agatha sitting there.
He tried to keep eye contact with Aunty when she spoke but obviously his eyes kept wandering from Aunt Agatha’s eyes to Karen’s sticky lips.
Thankfully before he exploded in his pants Karen’s mum came breezing into the kitchen and Karen’s leg snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately a clamshell.
Aunt Agatha was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the subject matter of which escaped him, as did the magazines title.
Luckily Mrs Sherlock’s arrival was timely as it meant he didn’t have to show just how little attention he had been paying to his Great Aunt.

(Part 03)

Aunt Agatha was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the subject matter of which escaped him, as did the magazines title as his gaze had been fixed on Karen’s busy fingers in her juicy hairless pussy.
Luckily Mrs Sherlock’s arrival was timely as it meant he didn’t have to show just how little attention he had been paying to his Great Aunt.

The four of them sat and had lunch together and all through lunchtime Mark was trying to figure out how he was going to get into Karen.
He sat there making polite conversation all through lunch while looking for a sure fire way he could manage to shag her.
The fact that her mother was sitting at the same table just made it all the more exciting.
They could have tried sneaking off to his study or they could have turned his garage into a house of pleasure but the most likely outcome was going to be going out in the car for some contrived reason and parking in the woods and shagging her senseless in the car.
He couldn’t wait until lunch was over he was finding it difficult to interact; having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.

As they were clearing away after lunch their filthy lustful prayers were answered as once she had settled Great Aunty Agatha upstairs for her afternoon nap Karen’s mum rang her dad to take her shopping in Abbottsford for the afternoon.
As soon as Mr Sherlock picked up his wife and the invalid was safely settled down Karen would be able to get the fucking she’d been begging for all day.

When Karen’s mum reappeared from settling her Aunty she asked Mark
“Are you ok? You seem a little distracted today”
“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” he lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night”
Well she had clearly noticed his distraction but he didn’t know if she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”
Mrs Sherlock was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife in fact, however the thought of a shopping trip must have dulled her senses.

The moment he heard the front door closed he went in search of his prey and as he approached the kitchen he suddenly caught sight of Cousin Karen sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked fingering her hairless pussy.
The nagging semi he had been nursing for hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Karen’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.
Karen wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.

(Part 04)

Karen wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.
“What’s going on here then?” he said as he quickly undressed,
She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.
He walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.
Karen was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed his swollen cock
“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking me, between kisses
“A window opened up” he replied “and I see that you have too”
“Shut up and fuck me” she purred and pulled his throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.
He hesitated, as he wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt.
But after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.
“I need your cock, now” she moaned
So he let her plug his cock into her hot creamy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which was after all what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
“Oh that’s it,” she moaned
She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.
As he pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans
“Oh Cuz, Cuz” she panted
Then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper, her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.
Because she was gripping him so firmly he could only give her short measured strokes, one after another and another until
“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she came to a shuddering climax and his instantly followed and then she kissed him.
“God Mark I really needed that” she sighed still gripping him like a vice.
“Are you satisfied now?” he panted
“If I say no will you fuck me again?”
“Yes” he replied
“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Karen said
“Then you’d better get your slutty arse into the study then nurse”
He ordered her and she ran down the hall naked and into the study as instructed.
Mark paused, but only to pick up all the clothes and then joined her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (045) A Room with a View

(Part 01)

Claire Jarvis went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was the only child of well to do parents, who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given everything her heart desired, except the one thing she craved most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.
Although Claire was the oldest of the four girls in her dorm she actually looked the youngest by some distance.
Despite the fact that she had breasts of a mature woman she had a baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very beautiful woman.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who like herself was a brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of herself and the friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes.
And as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls Claire found herself drawn most to Carole Bean.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies and when it came time to go home to the Vale they normally travelled together, however when the Easter holidays came around during their first year Carole went home for a week but Claire decided to stay in Roehampton.
When Claire woke up the day after the bank holiday she was feeling exceedingly horny, due in no small measure to a disturbed night full of very dirty erotic dreams.
So she started the day by satisfying herself with her finger and then she got out of bed and had a shower and washed and dried her beautiful brunette hair.

She then had a very productive morning with a creative writing piece which was basically just committing the contents of her dreams to paper which meant that by lunchtime she was horny again.
As she was alone in the flat she hadnt bothered with a bra, she was only wearing a sweater, jeans and pants, but as her arousal mounted her nipples were standing proud through her sweater.

It was a warm day and the flat was very stuffy so she had her window open and she opened the kitchen window and left the doors open inbetween which created a through draft, which may have contributed to her aroused nipples but it wasnt a draft that was causing what was going on in her knickers.

So she began caressing her swollen nipple through the fabric of her top and undid the button on her Jeans.

(Part 02)

Carole Bean decide to return to University sooner than intended as she had work to finish and there were too many distractions at home, She let herself into the flat and was about to call out when she hear the sound of sensual moaning.
She didn’t know who it was that was moaning or who was making them moan but it was making her hot so she put her bag down and carried on listening and with each soft sensual moan the burning heat inside kept on growing and decided to investigate.
She turned the corner and walked gingerly towards the source of the sweet sexual eminations and she could see the door to Claires room was partially open.
As Carole got closer to the open door the sounds were clearer and more distinct and she hear panting breaths and she got hotter and hotter.
She crept as close as possible to the door until she could see who was moaning sweetly and who was making them and the answer to both was Claire.
Carole was on fire as she looked through the partially open door where Claire was laying on her bed, her jeans and knickers had been pushed down her thighs and her hand was resting on her brown fur as her busy fingers pleasured her.
While her other hand cupped her breast and carressed herself through her sweater
Carole knew she should have walked away and respected her privacy, she would have hated to have been observed if their roles were reversed, so her head was screaming at her to leave but the volcano inside her over ruled her head and she started rubbing herself through her dress as she watched her young flatmate fingering her wet pussy.
It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and she was so hot, her hot juice had soaked her dress as she rubbed at her heat and then she gasped as she came in her pants.

Claire was startled by the sound of Carole’s orgasm and turned to see who it was, but when she saw it was Carole she just smiled.
She should have stopped instantly and covered her modesty but not only did she not stop her fingering but she carried on even more fervently because it was Carole who she had been dreaming about all night, it was thoughts of her that got her so horny and it was Carole she was thinking about while she lay on her bed and fingered her pussy.
“I’m sorry” Carole said and turned away but Claire could see the great wet patch on the front of her dress and said
“Don’t go”
and she reached out her hand and added
“Please”
Carole again had an internal battle between her head and her horniness and the latter won again as she found herself taking Claires hand.
Still holding her hand she knealt on the floor beside the bed and her eyes consumed every inch of Claires body like a child in a sweet shop not knowing which bon bon to eat first.
Claire watched her intently and was turned on aknew as she watched the hunger in her gaze and fingered herself furiously.

When their eyes finally met they both giggled and Carole kissed her horny friend and carressed her breast and as Claires hand slowly ascended Caroles thigh beneath her dress, Carole soaked her own fingers in Claires sensual sauce.

Allthough neither of them could come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.
But after they graduated University they both ended up marry men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers, most of the time.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships

(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 gone to Shallowfield to indulge his passion for bird watching but he got distracted by birds of a different kind.
The first bird was a 21 year old horse woman by the name of Hester Marais-Schoeman, although he only knew her as Miss Snooty.
He had come across her in a clearing in the Dancingdean Forest where she was partially dressed and masturbating so he did the only thing he could under the circumstances and that was to shag her.
And it was the thought surrounding his shagging of Miss Snooty that led on to his next episode.
His filthy thoughts about shagging the girl with the horse girl 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.
Anna was a year or two younger than James, short in stature a quiet mousy girl sitting in the corner, She had long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, she also had nice legs ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet always which was a bonus for him.
And after Anna’s timely arrival there followed a delightful interlude which culminated in Anna screaming out in orgasm.
She clearly enjoyed it sufficiently that she ambushed him in his bathroom the next morning when she dealt with another of his early risers.

There was no repeat the following day however, as Wednesday was Anna’s day off at the B&B so being a really hard worker, on her day off she had another two jobs, one of which was as a cleaner at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel.
Anna finished at 4pm and the plan was for him to meet her and he thought they might do it again somewhere, maybe in the woods.
He decided not togo too far a field as he wanted to preserve his energy as Anna was really sapping his strength.
He didn’t bother with the birdwatching instead he decided to go for a short walk so he wouldn’t be late to meet her.

(Part 02)

As James headed down the Road through Shallowfield his legs were really feeling it, all of his sexual interludes had taken their toll and by the time he reached the top of the hill he had to stop to take a breather and a drink, then he made the longer and gentler descent.
Halfway down the road the rain came and so he took shelter beneath a tree for five minutes and then he got going again, but after another five minutes the rain came again only this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under.
But he did see some thirty yards or so ahead of him a stable block and thought even if it wasn’t the destination he was looking for when he left home that morning it was still the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.
Once he got close he noticed that the door was a jar so he pushed on it softly.
“Hello” he called as the door opened.
And inside he was surprised to find Miss Snooty in the stable grooming her horse wearing only a baggy sweater and riding boots.
“Oh” she gasped “you”
“And what are you up to today?” he asked as he gave her a thorough appraisal
“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively “honestly I’m not”
“Really?” he quizzed “but you do have form though for naughtiness don’t you”
After that she got anxious and tried quickly to defend herself talking rapidly.
“We got caught in the rain and my shirt and jodhpurs got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” she blurted and was almost breathless when she had finished.
“Yes well I’ve seen you in wet jodhpurs before haven’t I?” he said
“That was different” she said coyly and blushed deeply “and I only did it that once honestly, I’m not a nutter”
And then almost as an after thought
“And it made my nipples sore”
She was referring to the time he had come upon the most interesting scene, where Miss Snooty stood beside her tethered beast, wearing her riding hat, a white shirt opened to the waist and was rubbing her naked breasts against the horse’s neck and shoulder.
She had one hand gripping the horse’s neck and the other one down the front of her open jodhpurs busily employed pleasuring herself.
“You were very naughty though” he said sternly
“But not now” she said childlike
“So you haven’t done anything that deserves a spanking then?” James asked
“N…”
She was about to say no but decided to leave the word unsaid perhaps she thought a spanking might be quite nice.
“What’s your name?” he asked
“Hester” she replied quietly
“I’m James”
He noticed a few hay bales stacked against the wall with horse blankets laying on them.
He sat down on the hay bail and lay his bag on the floor.
Hester looked coyly in his direction and putting down her curry comb walked slowly over to him with her head bowed looking at her leather booted feet.
“So Hester I think you are the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen” he said
“Yes James” she answered quietly
He took her by the hand and bent her across his knee

(Part 03)

James took Hester by the hand and bent her across his knee then he pulled the baggy jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks.
“I think six of the best is in order for a naughty girl” he said “you must count”
And he gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” Hester said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And a very hard one to finish
“SIX” she yelled as she squirmed on his lap and then let out a sigh.
James looked down at his handiwork, he looked down at her perfect little cheeks, round and white now blushed with vivid red and then he allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the red streaks left by his fingers.
From her perfect cheeks his fingers traced the shape of her from the small of her back to the top of her thigh and she squirmed again and let out another sigh.
He craned his neck so he could see as his fingers explored her inner thigh and he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first coarse wispy pubes 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 growled and 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.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat 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 was startled and quickly climbed off his lap and then looked intently at the door.
He turned and looked also and saw a girl standing in the doorway looking altogether flustered.
“That’s my friend Summer and she’s been a naughty girl too” Hester said triumphantly “she was watching us”
“Really?” He said to Summer and she nodded
“Well you know what that means?” he said and she nodded again
Then she quickly undid her boots and kicked them off and then almost ran across the stable and as she stood before him she undid her dungarees and they fell to the ground.
He gestured to her big blue knickers with his eyes and she quickly pulled them down to her knees exposing her beautiful fluffy bush before launching herself across my knee.
“Can I count James” begged Hester who was sitting a few feet away with her back to the wall.
“Yes” He answered “six of the best again”
Then he gave a firm crisp slap on Summer’s right cheek
“One” Hester said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the right again
“Three”
Then the left
“Four”
Then another crisp slap on the right
“Five” Hester said with glee “now do the next one hard”
So as instructed by Hester he gave Summer a very hard smack to finish
“SIX” Hester yelled as Summer squirmed on his lap and then he looked down at his handiwork and held her gently bent across his knee as she squirmed and wriggled on his knee clearly anticipating what was coming next.

(Part 04)

As Summer lay bent over James’ lap his cock prodded the belly of his subject as he inspected the red bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and without pause he instantly sort out her hot little pussy.
James watched her lying across him as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his digits rubbed and worked on her roughly and her cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.
Hester leant forward so she could whisper in James’ ear
“She’s looking at my nonny”
He looked down at Summer and through her tousled hair he could see she definitely had her eyes on Hester’s bejeweled prize.
Hester self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover her beautiful bush.
“Don’t cover it up” he said “open your legs wider, show her a little more”

Hester self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover her beautiful bush.
“Don’t cover it up” he said “open your legs wider, show her a little more”
“But…”
“Trust me” he said
Reluctantly Hester obliged and Summer murmured and sighed
“Summer likes what she sees” he said to Hester “it’s making her very wet”
“It’s making me very wet” Hester said as she spread her legs wider still.
It didn’t take long after that to finish Summer off and after he had brought her to a climax she wriggled off his lap like a fish left high and dry by the tide and headed towards Hester open thighs and her head worked its way up her legs like a pig snuffling for truffles until to both girls satisfaction Summer found the prized delicacy and feasted on it.
Unfortunately Summer’s spasmodic wriggling on top of his already heightened arousal from Hester’s earliest performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.
So his further participation was ruled out as he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so he left the girls playing together.
He decided to go outside for a walk and it was about forty minutes later when he returned to the stable block, just in time to see a red faced Summer bustle through the doorway and collided with him.
“Oh hello” she said somewhat flustered and as they stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed him long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.
“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “Mum will wonder where I am” and off she ran down the lane.
James went through the stable door and saw Hester lying on top of the horse blanket with her eyes closed and a very definite smile on her lips.
But as his curled beast was reawakening he was interested in lips of a different kind.
“Well this time you have definitely been naughty” he said standing over her and Hester opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Yes very naughty” she said, the smile now turned into a grin
“But I don’t want another spank” she said as she rose up onto her knees in front of him, he inclined his head to kiss her and she obliged him.
Hester’s lips did not taste of Summer but he suspected they would sometime soon.
The kiss only lasted seconds as she had eyes only for his belt as she quickly undid the buckle and then quickly moved on to his flies,
Once she had pulled the zipper down his trousers and pants quickly followed, then she grabbed hold of his cock
“It’s sticky” Hester said
“It is” he agreed “but it was you and your girlfriend who made it sticky”
She blushed and then she took it in her mouth, he suspected that that day had been one of firsts for her in many ways and he was almost certain she’d never given head before, she was not the most proficient at it but it was serving its purpose.

(Part 05)

When she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from his bell end he sat down on the blanket beside her, his cock perpendicularly proud and the naughty little filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased his throbbing dick as her slippery lips slid down to the root of his shaft and the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted him was such a primeval, sensual sound it made him grow another inch inside her.
James made her remove her baggy sweater and he saw her glorious little body naked for the first time and she had beautiful little tits with perfect rose bud nipples.
If she was self-conscious at all she didn’t show it as she set about riding her mount to the finish line.
But it was clear that she was losing control, a horse beneath her she could control but she was riding a very different beast and was not in command.
So grasping a divine little cheek in each hand he pulled her tight onto him and rolled her sideways so she was on her back and he was on his knees.
She looked small and delicate on her back, her tits all but disappeared but the soft clear skin led down unblemished to the neat triangle of blonde hair and the narrow trembling hips.
James proceeded to finish what Hester had started but with all the activity on a hay bale not designed for the purpose it was being employed in, it crumbled and fell to the floor and Hester went along with it.
But undeterred she scrambled to her feet and climbed onto a less used bail and as her pert buttocks waivered before him he plugged into her hot wet cunt in an instant.
He wasn’t sure that that was what she had in mind but she didn’t complain; in fact the only utterances from her were of the animal kind.
He toyed with her soft little tits and teased her rosebud nipples and stared at her delightful quivering buttocks as he performed repeated penetrations of her tight cunny until with a girlish scream and a satisfying shudder she came, he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her.
Reluctantly, as the rain pounded on the roof again, he withdrew from the comfortable heat of her and she immediately turned around and hugged him.
“Wow” she said panting hard “this is the best birthday ever”
“Happy birthday” he said hugging her back

He had redressed and was sitting on the remaining hay bales watching Hester wrapped in a horse blanket and still wearing her riding boots moving around the stable gathering her clothes together
“So what are you doing for your birthday?” he asked “another treat”
“Yes but not that kind of treat” she replied and blushed
“Mummy and Daddy are taking me to New York, Mummy’s picking me up at three”
James glanced at his watch and then at Hester with a little bit of fluff showing below her blanket.
“In two minutes you mean” he pointed out.
“What?” she screamed “what am I going to do”
“Don’t panic” he said and kissed her forehead “you get dressed and I’ll keep lookout”
“Ok” she said not quite convinced

(Part 06)

He opened the door slightly looking out for “mummy’s” arrival not that he had a clue what “mummy” looked like.
So he decided to turn his attention to spying on Hester throwing the occasional glance over his shoulder but mainly he just stared into the stable and he could see Hester was completely naked with her back to him and he continued to watch as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jodhpurs.
Then she bent over and her little breasts hung seductively as one at a time she pulled on her boots.
But his attention was then drawn to the sound of a car splashing through rain puddles.
When he looked closer he could see it was a posh car and he made an assumption.
“I think your mums here” he called
“Oh God” she replied “I’m not ready”
“Don’t worry I’ll keep her talking” he said and headed out the door just in time to intercept her.
“You must be Hester’s mum” he called
“Who are you?” she asked with concern “what are you doing here?”
“I’m James, I was out walking” he said “and when I was caught in the rain Hester kindly let me take shelter in the stable”
“What a good girl” Mrs Marais-Schoeman said proudly “where is she?”
Just at that moment the door opened and Hester emerged
“Hi mummy” she said
“Hello darling, are you ready?”
Hester nodded
“Can we offer you a lift James?” Hester’s mum asked “we are going back through Shallowfield”
“If that’s ok” he replied
“Of course it is, we don’t mind giving him a ride do we Hester”.
“No mum” Hester answered “he can have a ride anytime”

“Well this had been a very interesting day” he said as he watched Hester and her mum drive away.
He had never enjoyed a birdwatching holiday as much and he hadn’t been there for a week.
But despite the fact that he had had a great time in the stable with the girls He was worried as he waited outside the Shallowfield Lodge for Anna and that was that he wouldn’t be able to get it up for Anna as he had already shagged Hester and creamed his jeans that day.
When Anna appeared she looked a bit glum and he thought that somehow she’d found out about his horse play with Hester.
“Hi” he said and kissed her
“Hello” she replied glumly
“What’s the matter?” he asked but she just shrugged and then tears welled up in her eyes and he hugged her
“I’m sorry” she sobbed
“What for?” he asked
“I’ve spoiled everything” she said
“How?”
“My period started” she howled and buried her face in his chest.
“Thank God for that” he said in his head but said out loud
“Well that’s ok love, we can still have a cuddle”
And when she looked up at him through tear stained eyes he knew that he was guaranteed to get in her knickers again when her visitor had gone but he was now also in her heart.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (043) Promoting Celebration

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 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.
One Wednesday he was working from home and he got up early and emailed the documents he had been working on the night before and then had a leisurely breakfast.
It was just before 10 o’clock when Karen walked through the front door and called
“Hi cuz”
“Hi Karen” he responded, “I’m in the kitchen”
When she walked in the kitchen she was dressed in a dark blue uniform that he hadn’t seen before.
“What’s this then, new uniform?” he asked
“New job” she replied proudly and gave him a twirl “Ward sister at the Winston Churchill”
“Well done” he said and hugged her,
Her uniform was all crisp and new and still had that fresh laundered smell.
“Do you have time for celebration shag?” he asked hopefully
“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then kissed him
“Where would you like it Sister?” he asked between kisses
“Here will suffice I don’t want to be late for my new job” she replied as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his jeans.
“Just don’t spaff on my new uniform”
Then she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long she was tugging roughly on his cock.
After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over resting her elbows on the counter top and wiggled her round arse at me.
Apparently she was ready to go so he shuffled up behind her like a horny penguin and began tugging her uniform up over her arse, which was naked.
“Where are your drawers?” he asked
“In the car” she replied
“Nuff said” he responded and undid the zip of her uniform and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock.
But every time she was about to engulf him he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight hairless fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.
He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans she was emitting were like encores.
So he pounded on her harder and faster.
The applause grew, her vocalizing grew, the electric pace grew and the wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like baying wolf calls they both came.
And there she was his kissing cousin spent and disgraced bent over his kitchen counter with his twitching cock still inside her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas

(Part 01)

Mark Sheridan was twenty two and had just returned to his parents’ home in Shallowfield after completing his degree.
After the obligatory kiss and hug for his mother and helping his dad unload the car he went straight upstairs to his room.
His father, being his father, had picked him up from Aston University in Birmingham at stupid o’clock so he was planning to grab a couple of hours sleep once he had brought all his stuff up.
He put the last box in the corner and went over to the window to draw the curtains which was when he first noticed the girl in the pink pyjamas and suddenly he wasn’t so tired.
The girl who was tiptoeing around the garden in her nightclothes was playing with a kitten and when she bent over in front of him she had his full attention because as her bottoms stretched tight across her buttocks it was obvious she wasn’t wearing any pants underneath them.
“Very nice” he said and all at once the kitten scampered off and the girl scampered after it which was when she leant forward and the full weight of her breasts fell forward and showed through her top in stark relief.
“Oh mama” he said in response to her mama’s but then the girl stood up and turned towards the house and moments later she went indoors.
“No don’t go” he said and pressed his face against the glass of his window “dance around some more”
But his words fell on deaf ears as she was gone.
Mark stood by the window for another ten minutes hoping she would reappear but she didn’t.
He sat in his room for the next hour thinking about the girl in the pink pyjamas but as horny as her performance was he wasn’t sure why.
He had three very successful years at University and ended with a very impressive collection of notches on his bedpost.
All body shapes, ethnicity, short, tall, blondes, brunettes and redheads, suffice is to say he did not go short, so why he should be so affected by a redheaded girl in pink pyjamas who he hadn’t even got a good look was a mystery.
He decided to give up on trying to get his head down and went in search of food instead.
Mark found his mum in the kitchen who offered to cook him bacon and egg.
“Who are the new neighbours?” he asked
“What new neighbours?”
“Next door” he said
“No the Coates still live next door” she said
“I just saw a strange redhead dancing around the garden in her PJ’s”
Mark said
“That’s Amy”
“No that’s not possible, Amy is a skinny kid with braces” he pointed out
“She used to be but she’s 18 now” Mrs Sheridan said “She starts at University in September”
“It was Amy?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “she’s always been a lovely girl but she’s grown into a beautiful young woman”
“Yes she has” he agreed
“And she’s not seeing anyone at the moment” she added

(Part 02)

It was a glorious day in the middle of May, unseasonably warm and the type of day that England was made for and Mark and his parents were invited to the Coates’s for a BBQ.
In the week following Mark’s arrival back in Shallowfield from University he had been up early every morning just on the off chance that he might catch a glimpse of Amy tripping around the garden in her pyjamas once more but he never saw her out there again and inexplicably he was really disappointed.
In fact he hadn’t caught sight of her at all in night clothes or day clothes.
So when his parents received the BBQ invite he saw that he was included he didn’t hesitate in accepting it.
He was haunted by the image of the busty redhead cavorting with the kitten in her night wear and he had to see her face to face to get that delightful image out of his brain and out of his system so he could get back to accumulating notches on his bedpost.
He had already allowed two dead certs to slip through his fingers and he had to ensure there wasn’t to be a third and he and the family were off to stay with his grandparents in Spain a month later and he was very much looking forward to some sin in the sun, so he wanted the busty redhead out of his system.

Mark Sheridan, younger brother Kevin and their parents arrived mid-afternoon at the BBQ through the side gate to find everything in full swing.
Introductions were made, acquaintanceships renewed, slaps on the back received and drinks dispensed.
But to his great disappointment there was no sign of Amy, her older brother and younger siblings were there, but not she.
Every time he heard fresh footfalls on the patio he would crane his neck hoping to see her and his mum picked up on his anxiousness and was amused by it, but put him out of his misery when she asked her hostess.
“Where’s Amy today?”
“She working today at The Woodcutters” she replied, The Woodcutters Arms was a popular venue for Sunday lunch in Shallowfield, “She’ll be home soon though”
Mark’s mum was looking at him and smiling as Mrs Coates delivered the news and Mark was unable to conceal his pleasure on receipt of the information.

Another hour of inane chatter followed before Mrs Coates suddenly got out of her seat.
“Hello darling” she said “Do you want a drink or would you rather change first”
“A drink first please” Amy replied even though she had had a busy shift at the pub and was quite hot, and in all honesty she would have preferred to have had a quick refreshing shower and then slip into a summer dress but she had been every bit as eager to see Mark again as he was to see her.
Although Mark’s interest only stemmed from the morning he witnessed her Pyjama ballet in the garden, whereas Amy’s fascination for him began when she was only twelve when of course the 16 year old Mark only saw her as a skinny tomboy with scabby knees and braces on her teeth.
“Hello everyone” she said

(Part 03)

As she had been working at the pub that lunchtime she was still dressed in her waitress uniform of short black skirt and tights and a crisp white blouse, always a nice combo, Mark liked her in her uniform almost as much as her PJ’s.
It was the first chance he had to ogle her glorious bod at close quarters.
She was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, he had always liked a redhead, and a red bush for that matter.
She also had spellbinding green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
“Hello stranger” She said smiling broadly at him as she sat down next to Mark.
“Hhhhi” he stammered
“I hope that’s the affect I’m having on him” she thought to herself and smiled “And he’s not just drunk”
Some unremarkable small talk followed, going back and forth across the table, until she finished her drink and then she said.
“I think I’ll go and get changed” but she was looking at Mark when she said it.
He returned her smile and had another beer and waited patiently for her to return, he didn’t join in the conversation much as he was distracted by the sound of the shower running and the mental images associated with a beautiful naked young woman, he pictured the water droplets traversing her breast and accumulating on her nipples or cascading down her belly towards her luscious red bush, at least he hoped it was, it certainly was in his erotic dreams, there was red bush and plenty of it.

It was about forty minutes after she excused herself when he saw the gorgeous Amy emerge from the house, she had changed out of her uniform and was wearing instead a lovely emerald green summer dress and being the man he was he immediately wondered if her knickers and bra matched a thought which caused him to have a slight trouser tickle.
There were no spare seats at the table where he and his parents were sitting which frustrated him slightly but to his surprise and delight she stole a chair from the other table.
“Can I squeeze in?” she asked him
“Yes please” he said a little too eagerly, which did not go unnoticed and made her smile, but made the conversation strained.
But once again Mark’s mum came to the rescue and suggested that the young people should leave the oldies and go and stretch their legs.
Neither Mark nor Amy needed telling twice and immediately got up

They left the garden and walked up towards Teardrop Lake
“You look very lovely” he said
“I bet you say that to all your conquests” she retorted
“No I’m serious” he said
“You do have a reputation though don’t you” she pointed out
“I mean it I think you’re a pretty girl and you look very lovely in that dress” he said indignantly he wanted to add that he was quite fond of her tits as well but he held that back.
“Oh don’t give me the pretty girl spiel” she said and laughed

(Part 04)

“Oh don’t give me the pretty girl spiel” Amy said and laughed
“Well that’s what I see” he said defensively
“And you like me in this dress?” she asked
“Of course” he said “though not as much as in your PJ’s”
“When did you see me in my Pyjamas?” she asked in horror
He then went on to explain about seeing her cavorting in her pink pyjamas when she was tiptoeing around the garden playing with a kitten.
He didn’t mention about when she bent over in front of him and her bottoms stretched tight across her buttocks showing that she obviously wasn’t wearing any pants underneath them or when she bent forward to pick up the scampering kitten and she leant forward so the full weight of her breasts fell forward and showed through her top in stark relief.
But after he finished telling her about seeing her cavorting in her night clothes in the garden she was mortified and went very red.
“I don’t believe it” she said “and you actually watched?”
“Of course I did” he replied matter of factly “You looked cute”
“You perve” she said and laughed

When they reached the lake and stopped to look out across the water he asked
“Do you want to go out to the pictures?”
“Why?”
“Why not?” he said “or maybe go for a meal, bowling or just a drink”
“Why do you want to go out with me?” she asked
“Because I like you”
“You don’t even know me” Amy said
“Of course I do, we’ve been neighbours for years”
“Yes but when you saw me last week you thought you had new neighbours” she pointed out
“Ah well that’s because you’ve filled out a bit, that’s all” he said defensively
“Which is the only reason you want to take me out” Amy stated
“No” he snapped
“Look Mark I’ve seen you go out with half the pretty girls in Shallowfield” She said, a little bitterly “and I bet it was no different at University”
“Look all I can say is that since I first saw you I’ve been able to think of nothing else but you” he said
“Pervy thoughts probably” Amy said coolly
“No” he snapped “I’m smitten”
“What?”
“I’m smi…” he began but Amy was kissing him.

Over the following three weeks they saw a lot of each other, cinema, bowling, laser quest or pizza’s, in fact the spent virtually every moment she wasn’t working together doing something.
Though not what he was burning to do, they kissed every day, they held hands, they even cuddled a lot, but that was all.
He hadn’t got inside her knickers, he hadn’t even groped her tits, he hadn’t even tried to feel her up and wet his fingers even though he wanted to desperately he was strangely willing to wait.
The side effect to his patience was a necessary increase in his self-abuse almost to his pre-sixteen year old levels.
But during their fourth week of dating Amy was a little quieter than normal so halfway through the week Mark asked her what was wrong.

(Part 05)

During their fourth week of dating Amy was a little quieter than normal so halfway through the week Mark asked her what was wrong.
“What’s wrong is you’re going to Spain in two days’ time and you’ll be spending two weeks chasing pretty Spanish girls in the sunshine”
“What I will be doing is spending two weeks missing you” he said
“And counting the days until I come back to you”
His heartfelt words melted her heart and Amy rewarded him with their most passionate kiss, in fact such was the level of passion that Amy wanted to give herself to him totally.
But as much as she wanted him, she knew she had to wait, because she had to be sure.
Amy was sure about her feelings for him, but although his words moved her, it was his dead’s that concerned her, Amy knew his reputation with girls and she didn’t want to be just another of his conquests.
So he went home and made his way gingerly upstairs with his lover’s balls, firstly he had a piss, which was no mean feat with a hard on.
Mark had to lean forward like a ski jumper and piss in the shower after which time he dealt with his rather spectacular erection while beneath the shower as he thought about what sexploit’s he would have with Amy given the opportunity.
Amy however waited until she was comfortable beneath the duvet in her pink pyjamas when she employed her fingers to deal with her own arousal.

It was midway through June when Mark kissed Amy goodbye in the quiet secluded corner of the garden, their special place, the place where they kissed goodnight every night.
A patio area with a pergola above it covered with honeysuckle and Jasmine, it was a perfect place, peacefully quiet and refreshingly cool beneath the scented canopy which allowed only dappled light to penetrate and most importantly private.
So no one could see them fondly kiss or see her shed a tear as he and his family drove off to the Airport.
There was a two hour delay at Heathrow Airport which was when Mark penned his first love letter to Amy which set of a chain of billet-doux between them which cemented their burgeoning love.
They skyped every couple of days which they enjoyed but it was the love letters that they looked forward to receiving the most.

They Skyped the night before he was flying home and they made arrangements to see each other as soon as he was home.
His parents and his brother Kevin were staying on for another week but Mark had to be back for a job interview after the weekend so he was travelling back to Shallowfield on his own and therefore they would have the house to themselves.
He arrived home around lunchtime and ate a sandwich for lunch and then had a hot shower and a shave, he knew he had time as Amy was working until four.
When he was spruced up he stepped out through the open French windows and walked across the garden and sat in their special place and waited for Amy.

(Part 06)

He sat down under the canopy of honeysuckle and Jasmine in the dappled shade to wait for the girl he had fallen in love with and day dreamed about her.
Mark continued to dream of her for the next forty minutes and he stopped when he caught sight of Amy, the girl of his dreams, coming across the lawn wearing the beautiful emerald green dress that he liked her in so much and he immediately wondered if the colour of her knickers and bra matched the dress which caused him a significant trouser tickle.
But as she got closer he realised the point was moot as it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and his trouser tickle turned into a semi.
The organ most affected for Amy was her heart which was pounding in her chest as she stepped onto the patio and he smiled at her.
She returned his smile and asked
“So how were all the pretty Spanish Girls?”
“They were lovely” he replied “but I rather like a pretty English girl myself”
She gave him a look and then he continued
“Which is why I’ve come back to you”
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No that’s true” he agreed, “You’re beautiful”
She just shook her head and turned away coyly.
“You are beautiful Amy” he insisted as he moved close to her so that her intoxicating perfume enveloped him and he lifted her chin.
And when Mark had steered her head back towards him he moved his hand from her chin and caressed her cheek while he stared into her beautiful hypnotic green eyes, and then he leant in and kissed her.
Amy immediately responded by pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue in his mouth and her arms wrapped around him, holding him so tight.
As the temperature of their embrace grew Mark’s left hand rested on her hip pulling her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock while his right had drifted purposefully from her cheek, down her elegant neck and was moving quickly to her shoulder.
The passion of the kiss showed no sign of abating so his hand moved from her hip up her back and slowly unzipped her dress and Amy’s reaction was to increase the vigour of her darting tongue, so the hand Mark had resting on her shoulder began pushing the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow at which point Amy obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the cotton fell away from her, his hand was able to cup her glorious exposed breast.

(Part 07)

Amy sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger until he disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but he broke away again as unbeknown to her he had other plans for his mouth.
So still fondling her breast he started to kiss down her neck while slipping her remaining shoulder strap off to expose her other glorious globe which he quickly took hold of with his spare hand.
Much to her approval he returned his mouth to hers, however briefly, as he fondled both of her titties, playing with her swollen peaks with his thumbs before Mark’s mouth went on a journey down her neck, her freckled shoulder and heaving chest until he found himself kneeling in from of her and her beautiful round tits which he took turns on, kissing, licking and sucking.
Amy was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her other was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat and while he did so his hands were on her knees about to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward as if to distract her from his intent he sucked hard on her nipple, making her wince, she withdrew it immediately and Mark thought he had hurt her too much but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged.
His hands meanwhile were nearing their objective and he felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips.
Marks big hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where gravity took over and his hands were then quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly, simultaneously edging her backward against the table.
Amy adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing one foot from her pants.
Mark was now pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs pausing briefly to steal a glance of her knickers loosely hanging around her ankle, which he found for some reason extremely erotic, and he thought to himself “they were emerald green then”
He continued kissing up her thigh, he could smell coconut on her skin, he kissed further and he could detect her perfume, squirted for his benefit he assumed, and then further still and he could smell her odour, pungent and profuse which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample freshly showered red public curls and she went weak at the knees.
Mark manoeuvred her back still further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Amy had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and then she opened her legs up wide for him.

(Part 08)

Mark manoeuvred Amy back until he could slide her buttocks onto the patio table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Amy had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and then she opened up legs up wide for him to drink deeply of her heady perfumed juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more and he got to his feet and kissed her with Amy’s pungent fragrance all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips and as he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand, making her moan whorishly, while he released his cock from its confines with the other.
Mark stood in front of her trembling body and he kissed her once more as he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break.
He stopped and while he was still inside her he said
"I didn’t know you were a virgin"
Mark had assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive confident young woman with no shortage of admirers as far as he was aware, and his mum had said she’d had several boyfriends.
"I’m sorry" was her reply
“What for?” he said, his throbbing cock eager to continue
"For not being experienced, for not being any good" she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits “for not being like your other girls”
“I’m glad I’m the first” he replied “And I’m going to be second and third”
So he pulled her dress back down exposing her gorgeous tits again and kissed her
“We will have to discuss your serious self-esteem issues in the afterglow” He said as he gave her a full length and she moaned softly and held onto him like a frightened child, then he gave her another and she relaxed a little, then another and she began moaning louder, then another and she came.
But when Amy came the first time he thought the table was going to collapse so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his glistening knob onto the patio,
“Please, don’t stop” she entreated
“Don’t worry darling” he reassured her “we’ll finish this inside on firmer ground, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”
He discarded his shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum and she stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.
“Let go” he said “You’re beautiful remember”
She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor, and he admired her gorgeous body with her magnificent breasts and the thick red triangle of pubic hair, she stepped out of the discarded dress, but she still had her emerald green panties wrapped round her ankle, and she made as if to shake it free but Mark said
“No leave them, it’s really sexy”
He held out his hand and she took it in hers and he led her inside and finished the job and when he finally lost his load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from his pulsating twitching cock.

Mark and Amy spent the night together in his bed and after making love the next morning they had to go out in the garden and retrieve their clothes, not that they needed them as they were naked in each other’s arms for most of the day.