(Part 01)
Carole Bean 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 in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls
Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty 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.
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, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
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.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully 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.
Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.
The only time Carole really got animal pleasure with a man was in the summer before the start of her second year.
It was early August and the weather was hot and sultry and so was she, normally when she was feeling horny she would easily releive herself or if she was exceptionally horny Claire would satisfy her.
On this occasion however her finger wasn’t upto the job and Claire was at home in Purplemere for her grandmothers funeral.
And everytime Carole thought about her a mental picture of Claire in black underwear filled her head and made her hotter and her horniness lasted all day, even after several attempts of self relief.
Carole had the house to herself most of the time, Claire was at the funeral, Alison had gone swimming of all things, and Amy was doubless shagging Mark, or so she thought but they returned during the afternoon and started shagging the moment they arrived, and they were not quiet about it when they were on the job, and listening to the grunting and humping just made her even hornier and hornier.
(Part 02)
Carole decided to try a cold shower, which did indeed cool her down but not where it mattered and Mark was still going at Amy hell for leather directly above her head.
So she decided to go and get a drink of water but when she walked into the kitchen she was not alone.
“Who are you?” she barked
“Kevin” he replied nervously
“Yes but who are you?”
“I’m Mark brother” he said “He’s with…”
“Yes I know who hes with and what hes doing to her”
She said and Kevin blushed
“How old are you?”
“17” he replied “And a half”
“You’ll do then” she said and dropped her towel
Kevins eyes popped out like they were on stalks and his mouth fell open.
Carole had a lovely body as Claire could testify too and it was obviously he hadnt seen one like it before.
“Do you like what you see Kevin?”
And Kevin stared open mouthed at her perfect breasts and dark pink nipples and when his eyes rested on her bush he said
“Oh yes”
“Then lets see yours” She said and Kevin took off his shirt and exposed his buff torso.
“I’m not really interested in that bit” she said coldly though in truth she was on fire
“What?” he exclaimed
“Look I’ve shown you mine now you have to show me yours”
“Oh” he said nervously
“Whats the matter are you shy?”
“Yes” he replied and blushed
“So do you want me to help?” she asked and stepped towards him but all he could manage was a nod.
“Stand” she instructed and he imediately obeyed and he stood six foot four.
“Well you’re a big boy” she said and started undoing his belt and then let his shorts drop to the floor and then she made eye contact with him as she released his cock from his pants and when she looked down she said
“My you are a big boy”
Carole looked him in the eye again as she began gently tugging on his shaft.
“Sit” she barked and he plopped straight down on the chair with his erection pointing upwards and she had a wicked smile on her face as she climbed on his lap and slithered down on him and let out a long breathy sigh.
Carole wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically and Kevin’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him, her moans in his ear were through gritted teeth and were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
She knew he would last long so she just pumped and pumped until she came with an animal yell and his big cock pulsed inside her as he ejaculated on his maiden voyage.
After a few moments Carole climbed off his wilting tool wearing a self-satisfied look on her face and picked up her towel and just before she went out the door and said
“You can get dressed again now”
Sunday, 30 April 2017
Saturday, 29 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (054) Appetite’s
(Part 01)
Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.
Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.
In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.
They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in.
So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.
By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.
Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.
He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.
So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in
“Morning” she said and kissed him
“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.
Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.
So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.
He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.
His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.
When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said
“Are you not getting dressed?”
“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.
(Part 02)
Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.
He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin
“You made me jump” she gasped
“I thought you might want some help” he lied
“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously
“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently
“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted
“You just want to get me wetter”
“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.
“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,
Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.
He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.
Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.
So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.
He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.
Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.
Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.
But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.
They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.
“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted
“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.
They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.
Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.
Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.
In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.
They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in.
So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.
By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.
Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.
He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.
So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in
“Morning” she said and kissed him
“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.
Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.
So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.
He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.
His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.
When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said
“Are you not getting dressed?”
“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.
(Part 02)
Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.
He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin
“You made me jump” she gasped
“I thought you might want some help” he lied
“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously
“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently
“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted
“You just want to get me wetter”
“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.
“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,
Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.
He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.
Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.
So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.
He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.
Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.
Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.
But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.
They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.
“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted
“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.
They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.
Friday, 28 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (053) Long Tall Sally
(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.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.
She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.
It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.
“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.
Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.
On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.
And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.
As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.
(Part 03)
Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.
Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.
But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.
“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.
“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.
Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.
Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.
And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.
That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.
She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.
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.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
One such easy target was a regular visitor call Anna Fulbrook who was a 30 something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her Long Tall Sally, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always did when Gary was around.
She had been a regular for several years but since his arrival at the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first got to know him properly.
It happened after a business meeting in her suite, she always took one of the Palace suites which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel room and sitting room and an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold business meetings in her suite.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford happened to be on the same floor as Anna Fulbrook’s suite, patrolling his domain, although his assistant manager Blaire preferred to call it prowling for victims, when the meeting broke up and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on the other side of the door to Anna Fulbrook.
He knocked on the door and was releived to hear Anna say
“Come in”
He opened the door and found Long Tall Sally sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Anna said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Gary nodded as he digested her words and then Anna suddenly became concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged things going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted it to proceed at that moment but the kiss was good.
“She’s not your type” a voice said in his head “Who are you trying to kid, she’s got a pulse hasn’t she?” he answered.
Anna climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on what transpired to be a braless breast and the other on her surprisingly tender bum.
On its way to her fleshy cheek it surveyed the landscape and found the dress she was wearing was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a skinny Minnie like Anna couldn’t pull that kind of garment on over her head, so he was at a loss as to how he would get into it.
And then as if he had conveyed his concern telepathically she sat bolt upright on his lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit and exposed her long thigh.
As she resumed her previous position he thought he was sure that the zip would go a lot high that that so once they had settled back down to the comfortable kissing they had been indulging in before, his hand left her nipple and travelled down to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch.
(Part 03)
Gary slid his palm from her knee up the long limb with the softness of her 200 denier tights covering the firm thigh exposed by the open zip along its full length to the top of her leg and he found the zip moved so he pushed it upwards higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from the waist band of her tights up to her ribcage.
Gary prided himself in doing his partner full justice and he would normally do things by the numbers, teasing and toying their treasures bringing them slowly to the boil before delivering the coup-de-grâce.
But Anna, ever in control, took control and she jumped up from his lap and deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
and she briefly stood in front of him wearing expensive 200 denier black tights over what he presumed were expensive knickers and then his eyes were drawn to her soft little tits surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which did their tiny dance as she slipped out of her tights and knickers and he was looking at the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, and it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region, it was magnificent, so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted him.
“Come on Gary your turn” she said and pull him upright from the chair and proceeded to undress him and when she had stripped him down to his socks she pushed him back in to the chair.
“Very nice” she said and climbed aboard and sliding herself down his shaft.
Once he was plugged into her the tigress of the board room was purring like a pussycat as she rose and fell on him.
Her long legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the chair behind his head and banging down on him like a jack hammer and all he could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the animalistic cacophony with his own moaning until that perfect moment when she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know I’m not a lesbian” she said panting hard and kissed him before sliding herself off his wilting manhood.
And as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her glorious beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“Yes” she agreed “I have to maintain a hairy one otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and then she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and he joined in.
That was the first of many occasion that he saw Long Tall Sally and her thick hairy bush.
She still wasn’t really his type but he made an exception in her case, because she was such a good fuck.
Thursday, 27 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (052) Things that go bump in the Night
(Part 01)
Alison Holmes 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 in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty 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.
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.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.
She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure.
(Part 02)
Alison was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.
So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.
Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.
But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.
“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked
“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth, and his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.
It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.
He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him.
The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue which he was really enjoying.
Which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his Danish semi erect cock out through the opening, which didn’t stay semi for long as she expertly handled his not inconsiderably sized lump of Danish Pork.
But it was it was at the moment she had stroked his meat up to full size that she stopped, startled by a noise in the wood, and quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Alison backed into the shadow of an old twisted oak and to her delight he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.
They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.
After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his and her hand went straight back to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.
Eric fumbled inside her clothes and unhooked her bra and moved instantly to her breasts.
She had perfect little tits, and her nipples were as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
Alison’s kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught so he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.
(Part 03)
Eric yanked down her tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton panties quickly followed suit.
Once both tights and drawers were at knee height Alison accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.
Erik then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her pert little arse.
It was a nice arse, soft and squeezable but Eric soon worked his way teasingly through her generous thicket and slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.
Alison was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.
She released her firm grip on his tool and used that hand to undo his trouser button and then she yanked down his Chinos and boxers and bared his muscular arse.
Eric took this as a sign and removed his sticky fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind her and Alison’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the crook of the oak.
But she kept her thighs together when he had her in position
“Am I just going to be another conquest Eric?” she asked
“Just another notch on your headboard”
“It depends” he said truthfully
“On what?”
“On how good you are” he replied
“How am I doing so far?”
“One mark away from a first” Eric said
“Let’s go for it then” she said and opened up for him and he slid his cock comfortably into her.
The way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, he knew she had received others before him.
So he went at her greedily, Alison’s legs wrapped around his hips like a vice, and her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, growling out contentment to his rhythmic penetrations, and as Eric pumped into her harder and faster these turned to guttural groans as her pleasure heightened frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed into the darkness as he shot.
They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, his large Danish cock still twitching inside her pussy and he could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and made several long pleasurable languorous sighs and he kissed her neck and she hugged him tight.
They dressed quickly in the dark although Alison went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.
Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” he said
“Oh yes, we can” Alison replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
Alison Holmes 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 in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty 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.
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.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
It was getting late and Alison decided to walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods that bordered the park.
She was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure.
(Part 02)
Alison was a little nervous about going in the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.
So she had her assailant pinned to the ground and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on the same course as her.
Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her league so she just admired him from afar.
But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the tell-tale odour of chlorine.
“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked
“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth, and his surprise continued when he found himself kissing her back.
It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a nice girl, but she was not his type.
He did think her eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him.
The surprise was finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue which he was really enjoying.
Which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his Danish semi erect cock out through the opening, which didn’t stay semi for long as she expertly handled his not inconsiderably sized lump of Danish Pork.
But it was it was at the moment she had stroked his meat up to full size that she stopped, startled by a noise in the wood, and quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Alison backed into the shadow of an old twisted oak and to her delight he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.
They stood there in close proximity, neither speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow breathing.
After a minute or so, she was satisfied that no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his and her hand went straight back to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.
Eric fumbled inside her clothes and unhooked her bra and moved instantly to her breasts.
She had perfect little tits, and her nipples were as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
Alison’s kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more taught so he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.
(Part 03)
Eric yanked down her tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton panties quickly followed suit.
Once both tights and drawers were at knee height Alison accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.
Erik then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her pert little arse.
It was a nice arse, soft and squeezable but Eric soon worked his way teasingly through her generous thicket and slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.
Alison was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.
She released her firm grip on his tool and used that hand to undo his trouser button and then she yanked down his Chinos and boxers and bared his muscular arse.
Eric took this as a sign and removed his sticky fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind her and Alison’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the crook of the oak.
But she kept her thighs together when he had her in position
“Am I just going to be another conquest Eric?” she asked
“Just another notch on your headboard”
“It depends” he said truthfully
“On what?”
“On how good you are” he replied
“How am I doing so far?”
“One mark away from a first” Eric said
“Let’s go for it then” she said and opened up for him and he slid his cock comfortably into her.
The way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, he knew she had received others before him.
So he went at her greedily, Alison’s legs wrapped around his hips like a vice, and her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, growling out contentment to his rhythmic penetrations, and as Eric pumped into her harder and faster these turned to guttural groans as her pleasure heightened frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed into the darkness as he shot.
They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, his large Danish cock still twitching inside her pussy and he could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and made several long pleasurable languorous sighs and he kissed her neck and she hugged him tight.
They dressed quickly in the dark although Alison went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.
Eric walked her to her block and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do that again sometime,” he said
“Oh yes, we can” Alison replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to have a bath.
Wednesday, 26 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (051) I Saw You in a Different Light Today
I saw you in a different light today as you walked through the village of Dulcet Green when for first time you were a dazzling light of femininity, not the normal little tomboy in the cargo pants and baggy T-shirt.
The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad debut couldn’t fail to appeal.
The sheer black of your stocking sheathed limbs that disappeared beneath the tailored hem of a skirt that fitted your hitherto, unknown curves, accentuating glorious hips, shapely thighs and of course well rounded buttocks.
And tucked into the tiniest of waistbands was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit your ample treasures, once well buried, and buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck, three buttons undone buttons so that it gaped to show it contents.
I saw you in a different light today one of statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads to turn and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.
But tonight I see you in a different light again as your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands are inside my clothes and I am on fire with passion.
But then the former tomboy’s lips are no longer on my lips but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth your fingers are awash within me.
The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad debut couldn’t fail to appeal.
The sheer black of your stocking sheathed limbs that disappeared beneath the tailored hem of a skirt that fitted your hitherto, unknown curves, accentuating glorious hips, shapely thighs and of course well rounded buttocks.
And tucked into the tiniest of waistbands was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit your ample treasures, once well buried, and buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck, three buttons undone buttons so that it gaped to show it contents.
I saw you in a different light today one of statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads to turn and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.
But tonight I see you in a different light again as your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands are inside my clothes and I am on fire with passion.
But then the former tomboy’s lips are no longer on my lips but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth your fingers are awash within me.
Tuesday, 25 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions
(Part 01)
Bob King’s boss said
“Bob, go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”
“Sure, who am I meeting” he asked
“Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.
And it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee, a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.
Bob was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
In silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.
It was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.
She went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the red-blooded man in her wake.
Not out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave grown men breathless.
(Part 02)
Samantha pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter
“Thank you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a moment to long once more and both blushed again.
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright, confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic, clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders.
Bob could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of her golden hair framing her pretty face.
A face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.
Her mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke, her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.
When their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her beauty.
Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
(Part 03)
Samantha suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
But then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.
“We will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”
“No I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.
“That’s ok” She said “I’m not offended”
And then she snapped her briefcase shut and added
“Well now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can do this”
And Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips, at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.
As he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.
He was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his pick.
First of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes, wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.
His head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was heading south.
Things like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.
Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was middling.
He was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an absolute beauty of about five years younger.
Bod had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want to break the spell.
But so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
(Part 04)
So much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
“Nicely done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.
He would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.
“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttock.
She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils began snorting in air.
He made his decision and his caressing hand slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.
He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him in his tracks
“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows over”
“Not here” she continued
“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then blushed
And then for the second time that day she led him on a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much faster pace.
When they arrived at the room, and for the first time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.
Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the electronic key.
“Would you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.
But she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green, the lock clicked and the door opened.
Her shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into the room a little less confidently.
Samantha proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused before turning to face him.
She closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said
“I just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted out before she breathed deeply again
“And I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”
She said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
(Part 05)
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
He stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”
And then he kissed her, it was a warm sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.
“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on her sweet face “Let me”
“Ok” he agreed
“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.
Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of its contents.
When she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said
“You’ll have to do the rest”
“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time they settled on her tight little buttocks.
She stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.
Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent.
He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.
Bob pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit her lip and tried to cover herself.
“No don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”
Samantha stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly closed the distance between them.
“Not so fast” he said “the bra as well”
She managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed her neck instead.
Samantha didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was really good at.
She wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.
Her disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.
(Part 06)
Samantha was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling as his lips reached her treasures.
Bob kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he took them in his mouth in turn.
When he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up at her with a smile.
Samantha returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his hands settled on her stocking tops.
And as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement which aroused him even more.
Another exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing wetness.
Her murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax.
But she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded further by trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Let me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.
“But I want to” she insisted
“Then let me help” he replied
Bob knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his belt.
At that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as she fumbled at his belt with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
After the belt she tackled his trouser button and then the zip.
And finally she pulled his trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.
“There” Samantha said proudly and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the moment came that they had both been waiting for.
Bob pushed her gently back on the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot tender loins.
He looked down on her as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally fulfilled.
“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.
It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life
“This time was memorable” she said to herself and giggled and so was the next.
Bob King’s boss said
“Bob, go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”
“Sure, who am I meeting” he asked
“Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.
And it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee, a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.
Bob was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
In silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.
It was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.
She went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the red-blooded man in her wake.
Not out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave grown men breathless.
(Part 02)
Samantha pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter
“Thank you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a moment to long once more and both blushed again.
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright, confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic, clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders.
Bob could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of her golden hair framing her pretty face.
A face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.
Her mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke, her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.
When their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her beauty.
Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
(Part 03)
Samantha suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
But then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.
“We will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”
“No I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.
“That’s ok” She said “I’m not offended”
And then she snapped her briefcase shut and added
“Well now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can do this”
And Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips, at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.
As he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.
He was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his pick.
First of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes, wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.
His head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was heading south.
Things like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.
Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was middling.
He was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an absolute beauty of about five years younger.
Bod had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want to break the spell.
But so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
(Part 04)
So much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
“Nicely done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.
He would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.
“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttock.
She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils began snorting in air.
He made his decision and his caressing hand slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.
He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him in his tracks
“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows over”
“Not here” she continued
“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then blushed
And then for the second time that day she led him on a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much faster pace.
When they arrived at the room, and for the first time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.
Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the electronic key.
“Would you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.
But she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green, the lock clicked and the door opened.
Her shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into the room a little less confidently.
Samantha proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused before turning to face him.
She closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said
“I just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted out before she breathed deeply again
“And I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”
She said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
(Part 05)
Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.
He stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”
And then he kissed her, it was a warm sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.
“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on her sweet face “Let me”
“Ok” he agreed
“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.
Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of its contents.
When she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said
“You’ll have to do the rest”
“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time they settled on her tight little buttocks.
She stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.
Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent.
He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.
Bob pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit her lip and tried to cover herself.
“No don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”
Samantha stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly closed the distance between them.
“Not so fast” he said “the bra as well”
She managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed her neck instead.
Samantha didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was really good at.
She wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.
Her disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.
(Part 06)
Samantha was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling as his lips reached her treasures.
Bob kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he took them in his mouth in turn.
When he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up at her with a smile.
Samantha returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his hands settled on her stocking tops.
And as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement which aroused him even more.
Another exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing wetness.
Her murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax.
But she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded further by trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Let me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.
“But I want to” she insisted
“Then let me help” he replied
Bob knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his belt.
At that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as she fumbled at his belt with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
After the belt she tackled his trouser button and then the zip.
And finally she pulled his trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.
“There” Samantha said proudly and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the moment came that they had both been waiting for.
Bob pushed her gently back on the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot tender loins.
He looked down on her as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally fulfilled.
“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.
It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life
“This time was memorable” she said to herself and giggled and so was the next.
Monday, 24 April 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (049) Love and Lust in Abbottsford
(Part 01)
Amy Coates 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 in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty 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.
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.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
For the May Bank Holiday weekend she was at home for five days and she thought all her Christmas’s had come at once.
(Part 02)
It was the day after the May bank holiday weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood.
They lay in each arms for longer than they should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower.
“Do you want me to join you?” he offered
“No we’re late enough already” she replied jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.
When she emerged he got in and when he was finished she was already dressed and was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not forgetting the blue and white ankle socks.
He couldn’t see what colour her knickers wear but as she was wearing a pale blue bra and having intimate knowledge of her lingerie, having removed her from them countless times, he was pretty sure they were also pale blue with white bows.
Her long wavy red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
While Mark was musing about her undies Amy recognised the expression on his face that normally preceded her get a portion but she looked up at the clock and said
"We need to get going"
The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way in fact because the traffic was lighter than expected they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
Which meant even after unloading the car and carrying the bags up to her room Amy decided there was still enough time to do her one last time before her first lecture started.
The location she settled on for their second farewell fuck of the day was the kitchen, which was made all the more exciting firstly because the house wasn’t empty, Carole and Amy were in the formers room studying, and second because one of the housemates, Alison, a skinny scraggy titted girl was very OCD when it came to hygiene.
As she stood in the kitchen she smiled at him as she removed her bra through her shirt sleeve, she knew that he loved it when she did that, then she removed her denim skirt and with her huge nipples pushing proudly through the fabric of her top she removed slowly slid her knicker down so her lush red bush was on display and his cock was ready to burst out of his shorts.
“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable involved her undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out of his pants and playing with it.
“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and kissed her
“I’m not going to see you until next Sunday” she said
“It’s only five days away” he pointed out as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric
“Exactly that’s why I need it right now” she replied
“What are you going to do later?” he asked
“You’re not the only one with a wankbank you know” she said
If he hadn’t been rock hard by then that would definitely have done it.
“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she pulled off his shirt.
“Let’s go and do it on your bed” he suggested
“You didn’t need a bed the first time you forced yourself on me”
“I don’t remember needing to be particularly forceful,” he reminded her
“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked
“Just shut up and fuck me”
(Part 03)
Mark picked her up and sat her on the counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.
He pulled her top off over her head and played with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mark twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Mark thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
“Mark, Mark” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her
Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her and her breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short measured stroked she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.
“My God Mark it just keeps getting better” she purred
“It was ok then?” He panted
“You know damn well it was you cocky git” she retorted and they stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him.
And when he lifted the knickerless Amy off the kitchen counter they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.
Mark quickly redressed and Amy gathered up her discarded clothes, there was just enough time for Amy to go and freshen up down below and don some clean under crackers before he dropped her in time for her lecture.
As expected there were more tears, even though she would be seeing him again the next weekend, and when she was sufficiently composed she kissed him goodbye and got out the car and then she walked straight into the building without looking back.
In the end the lecture was cancelled and she was more than a little miffed because she could have spent more time with Mark.
But when she got back to the flat she cheered up immediately because her OCD flatmate Alison was making a sandwich on the spunky counter where Mark had fucked her, the poor girl would have night terrors if she knew what they had done their only an hour earlier.
Amy texted him with a photo of Alison at the counter and he laughed and then he got a stirring in his trousers when he thought about what they did there; just remembering the sex with Amy turned him on.
He texted back immediately
“Can’t wait until Sunday”
“Nor me” she said out loud and started crying.
Amy Coates 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 in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty 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.
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.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
For the May Bank Holiday weekend she was at home for five days and she thought all her Christmas’s had come at once.
(Part 02)
It was the day after the May bank holiday weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood.
They lay in each arms for longer than they should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower.
“Do you want me to join you?” he offered
“No we’re late enough already” she replied jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.
When she emerged he got in and when he was finished she was already dressed and was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not forgetting the blue and white ankle socks.
He couldn’t see what colour her knickers wear but as she was wearing a pale blue bra and having intimate knowledge of her lingerie, having removed her from them countless times, he was pretty sure they were also pale blue with white bows.
Her long wavy red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
While Mark was musing about her undies Amy recognised the expression on his face that normally preceded her get a portion but she looked up at the clock and said
"We need to get going"
The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way in fact because the traffic was lighter than expected they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
Which meant even after unloading the car and carrying the bags up to her room Amy decided there was still enough time to do her one last time before her first lecture started.
The location she settled on for their second farewell fuck of the day was the kitchen, which was made all the more exciting firstly because the house wasn’t empty, Carole and Amy were in the formers room studying, and second because one of the housemates, Alison, a skinny scraggy titted girl was very OCD when it came to hygiene.
As she stood in the kitchen she smiled at him as she removed her bra through her shirt sleeve, she knew that he loved it when she did that, then she removed her denim skirt and with her huge nipples pushing proudly through the fabric of her top she removed slowly slid her knicker down so her lush red bush was on display and his cock was ready to burst out of his shorts.
“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable involved her undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out of his pants and playing with it.
“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and kissed her
“I’m not going to see you until next Sunday” she said
“It’s only five days away” he pointed out as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric
“Exactly that’s why I need it right now” she replied
“What are you going to do later?” he asked
“You’re not the only one with a wankbank you know” she said
If he hadn’t been rock hard by then that would definitely have done it.
“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she pulled off his shirt.
“Let’s go and do it on your bed” he suggested
“You didn’t need a bed the first time you forced yourself on me”
“I don’t remember needing to be particularly forceful,” he reminded her
“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked
“Just shut up and fuck me”
(Part 03)
Mark picked her up and sat her on the counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.
He pulled her top off over her head and played with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mark twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Mark thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
“Mark, Mark” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her
Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her and her breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short measured stroked she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.
“My God Mark it just keeps getting better” she purred
“It was ok then?” He panted
“You know damn well it was you cocky git” she retorted and they stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him.
And when he lifted the knickerless Amy off the kitchen counter they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.
Mark quickly redressed and Amy gathered up her discarded clothes, there was just enough time for Amy to go and freshen up down below and don some clean under crackers before he dropped her in time for her lecture.
As expected there were more tears, even though she would be seeing him again the next weekend, and when she was sufficiently composed she kissed him goodbye and got out the car and then she walked straight into the building without looking back.
In the end the lecture was cancelled and she was more than a little miffed because she could have spent more time with Mark.
But when she got back to the flat she cheered up immediately because her OCD flatmate Alison was making a sandwich on the spunky counter where Mark had fucked her, the poor girl would have night terrors if she knew what they had done their only an hour earlier.
Amy texted him with a photo of Alison at the counter and he laughed and then he got a stirring in his trousers when he thought about what they did there; just remembering the sex with Amy turned him on.
He texted back immediately
“Can’t wait until Sunday”
“Nor me” she said out loud and started crying.
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