(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.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.
But she allowed herself to be persuaded by her flat mate Carole who didn’t want to go alone.
It was a very modern facility with unisex changing rooms which had two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
Eric very much liked the idea that when he was in a cubicle drying his tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating him from some nubile naked lass drying her young fanny.
He had finished his swim and was in a cubicle at the far end of the row, furthest from the pool, where he got himself dry and was about to redress but realised he’d left some of his stuff in his locker.
So he wrapped his towel around his naked lower half and went to retrieve his pants and socks.
It was at the point when he spotted Alison, who recognised him instantly and smiled warmly.
He then nodded in the direction of his cubicle door and she blushed
(Part 02)
“Come on Ali” Carole called “come in and close the door”
Alison nodded and smiled and mouthed the words “Five minutes”
“Ok I’m coming” She replied to Carole and hoped she would be very soon.
Eric sat in his cubicle and the anticipation was making him quite hard knowing Alison was only a few yards away and undressing for him and would soon be knocking on his door wearing only a swimsuit.
It wasn’t just the anticipation of course he had had several sexual encounters with her which had all ended in mutual satisfaction but whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.
“You go ahead and I’ll catch up with you” Alison said
“Ok but don’t be long” Carole said as she moved away.
After a moment or two, there was a light knock on the door and when he opened it Alison was there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Ali” He said wearing only his towel.
“Hi Eric” she said and her eyes went straight to his bulge.
“You’re pleased to see me then” she said
“We both are” he replied and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure, she pushed him back in the cubicle and closed the door behind her.
And with time being of the essence she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock.
This was a surprising turn of events for Eric, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting and he had no intention of preventing her.
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.
In response she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything” she replied and took hold of him again.
“Are you sure?” he asked her
“Oh yes Eric” she replied and kissed him.
“Carole will wonder where you are,” he said feebly
She ignored him and kissed him so he couldn’t speak again.
The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little bench.
Alison was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.
His hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
(Part 03)
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.
Eric now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.
Wrapping her arms around him Alison stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck instead.
He stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the abundant hair of her minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.
But before he had time to consider his next move Alison was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, she bent over on the bench opposite him, her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.
She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant, she would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t biting on, obscured her mouth.
He stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately so he patted her tight little buttock and she adjusted her pose bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height.
She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as she anticipated what was coming and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and Alison moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.
Her hands located hand holds between the slats of the bench which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him and she began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on his shaft.
Her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.
She was truly relishing her task as she pumped onto him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.
Eric could feel himself on the threshold and he knew from experience that Alison was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went rigid and came and Eric finished inside her.
They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.
Alison was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God I love swimming” she panted.
“Me too” Eric said as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
They sat on the bench awhile gathering themselves and then Alison put her costume back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed.
Then he got dressed in his street clothes and said
“Same time next week?”
“Yes please” she replied
Alison was anxious to go and find Carole so they shared a soft, gentle, and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she went in search of her friend.
Sunday, 7 May 2017
Saturday, 6 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (063) The Rebellious Miss Richmond
(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.
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 he 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.
The Richmond’s were from Cumbria and stayed at the Clayton Manor Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were married.
Jack Richmond was in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Sarah was desperately unhappy.
Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her robust body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was substantial.
But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was their prisoner.
But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.
Sarah pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.
So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.
(Part 02)
It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Gary Playford had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.
Which it inevitably did, and it woke Gary from a long afternoon snooze and he surfaced from an erotic dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Sarah Richmond leaning against the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.
“Can I help?” Gary asked her although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some radical new information.
Gary tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes”
And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.
Gary then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Richmond’s room key.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she drank.
He hadn’t noticed before but she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, he hadn’t seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.
She also had huge breasts and decent legs, which he had noted before but there was a bit too much of her for his taste.
He had never found big women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what like, and even though she had a pretty face he could never envisage bedding her.
A couple of cups of coffee later and Sarah had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly
Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Sarah thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, though not as much as his own reaction did, when he responded in kind.
(Part 03)
He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.
But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had been having when she rang the bell.
It probably wasn’t for that, that he continued participating under those circumstance but then he thought what the hell it was only customer service.
As Sarah was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands, which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her sweater.
Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging at to free it from the waistband of her skirt, in response Sarah sucked her tummy in to accommodate him and seconds later his hands where climbing up her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching the substantial piece of engineering that stood between him and her tits he found that this was not the kind of delicate item of lingerie he was used to and began tackling the abundance of hooks.
Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge gravity defying tits, topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.
The kissing was beginning to make his jaws ache so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about so he released her great bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights and knickers off her buttocks.
And then before he had a chance to think she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arms of the desk chair.
Presented with a great view of her round white arse and ease of access to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
As his digits parted her lips she moaned out the first of many acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent over the chair he took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her sweater and cupping her massive tits.
After they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutual conclusion he stood there behind her for a moment caressing her great globes as she panted and when he withdrew she sank to her knees in a disgraced heap.
When Gary left Sarah’s bed two hours later it was with a new admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never say never again.
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.
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 he 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.
The Richmond’s were from Cumbria and stayed at the Clayton Manor Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were married.
Jack Richmond was in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Sarah was desperately unhappy.
Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her robust body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was substantial.
But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was their prisoner.
But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.
Sarah pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.
So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.
(Part 02)
It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Gary Playford had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.
Which it inevitably did, and it woke Gary from a long afternoon snooze and he surfaced from an erotic dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Sarah Richmond leaning against the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.
“Can I help?” Gary asked her although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some radical new information.
Gary tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes”
And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.
Gary then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Richmond’s room key.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she drank.
He hadn’t noticed before but she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, he hadn’t seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.
She also had huge breasts and decent legs, which he had noted before but there was a bit too much of her for his taste.
He had never found big women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what like, and even though she had a pretty face he could never envisage bedding her.
A couple of cups of coffee later and Sarah had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly
Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Sarah thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, though not as much as his own reaction did, when he responded in kind.
(Part 03)
He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.
But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had been having when she rang the bell.
It probably wasn’t for that, that he continued participating under those circumstance but then he thought what the hell it was only customer service.
As Sarah was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands, which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her sweater.
Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging at to free it from the waistband of her skirt, in response Sarah sucked her tummy in to accommodate him and seconds later his hands where climbing up her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching the substantial piece of engineering that stood between him and her tits he found that this was not the kind of delicate item of lingerie he was used to and began tackling the abundance of hooks.
Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge gravity defying tits, topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.
The kissing was beginning to make his jaws ache so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about so he released her great bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights and knickers off her buttocks.
And then before he had a chance to think she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arms of the desk chair.
Presented with a great view of her round white arse and ease of access to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
As his digits parted her lips she moaned out the first of many acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent over the chair he took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her sweater and cupping her massive tits.
After they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutual conclusion he stood there behind her for a moment caressing her great globes as she panted and when he withdrew she sank to her knees in a disgraced heap.
When Gary left Sarah’s bed two hours later it was with a new admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never say never again.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (062) Reconnections
(Part 01)
Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.
He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.
It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focussed nor fulfilled him.
His mother had phoned him a few days earlier and asked if Nicola De Lorenzo could stay at his for a few days, she was a Christian Missionary in China and she was only back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returned to China at the end of December.
Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also his first crush and she going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.
It was early Sunday afternoon when he awoke and Nicola was still asleep in bed beside him.
He leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred he cuddled up behind her.
He must have dozed off again pressed up close behind her and when he woke again her shoulders were shaking,
“Are you crying” he asked
“Yes” she sobbed
“Why?” he asked “what’s wrong?”
“We did a terrible thing” she replied
“It’s was a sin”
“Didn’t it make you feel good?” he asked
“Yes of course it did” she snapped “that just makes it all the more sinful”
“We did something we’d wanted to do for 11 years” he pointed out “it’s not like we rushed into it blindly”
“I know but I still feel guilty” Nicola said “I always feel guilty, whenever I fall from grace, I always feel like this”
Then almost as an afterthought she continued
“Not that I do it often, I’m not a tart”
“I never thought for a moment you were” he reassured her and thought for a minute before he continued
“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”
She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.
(Part 02)
When he awoke he was pressed up close behind her and her shoulders were shaking, because she was crying because she felt guilty.
“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”
She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke he was surprised and delighted to find Nicola was playing with his cock with one hand while the other one fingered her pussy.
“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger.
Her areolas were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.
Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her belly to replace them with his own.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought his little fallen angel had not toiled in vain by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.
Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him so her animal moans filled the room as he frigged her until she came.
Her other hand with fingers still moist from her frigging reached between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly into her hot cunny.
Once he was well inside her she gripped the headboard with one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted teeth she went rigid and screamed.
“Mmmmm” Nicola murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.
When they eventually emerged from his bed they went downstairs and he cooked them a fried breakfast, he called it breakfast because he didn’t know what else to call a fry up at 4 in the afternoon.
Whatever the proper name was they devoured it heartily.
After their repast and as they had completely slept through the Sunday service and sinned their way through matins they thought they should at least make a concerted effort to attend the evening service.
So Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.
As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.
(Part 03)
Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.
As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.
Stephen was sitting downstairs in the lounge wearing his Sunday best when Nicola walked in wearing her best “Sunday go to Meeting” outfit and he thought she looked lovely.
“What do you think?” she asked “Do I look suitably chaste like a Christian Missionary or like a fallen woman with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face?”
“Oh I think you look like a Christian Missionary with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face” he replied
“That will suffice then” she said with a smile
He had never attended the Sunday Evening service at St Mary’s so he wasn’t sure what to expect but when we walked in there was a surprisingly large congregation and he rather enjoyed it, there was no sermonizing it was all songs and psalms.
Reverend Clarke asked Nicola if she would do a reading and give a brief talk about her Missionary work and at the end of the service the collection plate was pledged to the Mission.
Once they got home, Nicola having reconnected with God at St Mary’s, reconnected with him in his bed.
The next morning they rose early, well he always rose early and he gave Nicola the benefit of it before she got up for a shower.
The reason for the early start was that the redoubtable Ms Hicks was collecting her in the Morris Minor at 8 o’clock and whisking her away.
Nicola was only in the UK until December and she had a fairly hectic schedule taking her all-round the country giving talks to raise awareness and hopefully some much needed funds.
They shared a final long lingering kiss before he lift arrived and she promised to see him again before she left for China.
As he watched the Morris Minor drive away he recalled one thing Nicola had said to him, which was that he should give more of himself and she gave him a look that said “you give too much of that already”
“If everyone gave one hour a week, what a change could be made to the world”
He wasn’t sure what difference he could make but he thought giving a Missionary a good seeing too had to count for something.
And furthermore he did so freely and without precondition, but on reflection he realised that he certainly wasn’t going to redeem himself in the eyes of God no matter what he did but that was no reason not to something, and he hoped to get the chance to do Nicola again very soon.
Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.
He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.
It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focussed nor fulfilled him.
His mother had phoned him a few days earlier and asked if Nicola De Lorenzo could stay at his for a few days, she was a Christian Missionary in China and she was only back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returned to China at the end of December.
Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also his first crush and she going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.
It was early Sunday afternoon when he awoke and Nicola was still asleep in bed beside him.
He leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred he cuddled up behind her.
He must have dozed off again pressed up close behind her and when he woke again her shoulders were shaking,
“Are you crying” he asked
“Yes” she sobbed
“Why?” he asked “what’s wrong?”
“We did a terrible thing” she replied
“It’s was a sin”
“Didn’t it make you feel good?” he asked
“Yes of course it did” she snapped “that just makes it all the more sinful”
“We did something we’d wanted to do for 11 years” he pointed out “it’s not like we rushed into it blindly”
“I know but I still feel guilty” Nicola said “I always feel guilty, whenever I fall from grace, I always feel like this”
Then almost as an afterthought she continued
“Not that I do it often, I’m not a tart”
“I never thought for a moment you were” he reassured her and thought for a minute before he continued
“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”
She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.
(Part 02)
When he awoke he was pressed up close behind her and her shoulders were shaking, because she was crying because she felt guilty.
“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”
She just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke he was surprised and delighted to find Nicola was playing with his cock with one hand while the other one fingered her pussy.
“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger.
Her areolas were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.
Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her belly to replace them with his own.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought his little fallen angel had not toiled in vain by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.
Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him so her animal moans filled the room as he frigged her until she came.
Her other hand with fingers still moist from her frigging reached between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly into her hot cunny.
Once he was well inside her she gripped the headboard with one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted teeth she went rigid and screamed.
“Mmmmm” Nicola murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.
When they eventually emerged from his bed they went downstairs and he cooked them a fried breakfast, he called it breakfast because he didn’t know what else to call a fry up at 4 in the afternoon.
Whatever the proper name was they devoured it heartily.
After their repast and as they had completely slept through the Sunday service and sinned their way through matins they thought they should at least make a concerted effort to attend the evening service.
So Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.
As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.
(Part 03)
Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.
As she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.
Stephen was sitting downstairs in the lounge wearing his Sunday best when Nicola walked in wearing her best “Sunday go to Meeting” outfit and he thought she looked lovely.
“What do you think?” she asked “Do I look suitably chaste like a Christian Missionary or like a fallen woman with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face?”
“Oh I think you look like a Christian Missionary with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face” he replied
“That will suffice then” she said with a smile
He had never attended the Sunday Evening service at St Mary’s so he wasn’t sure what to expect but when we walked in there was a surprisingly large congregation and he rather enjoyed it, there was no sermonizing it was all songs and psalms.
Reverend Clarke asked Nicola if she would do a reading and give a brief talk about her Missionary work and at the end of the service the collection plate was pledged to the Mission.
Once they got home, Nicola having reconnected with God at St Mary’s, reconnected with him in his bed.
The next morning they rose early, well he always rose early and he gave Nicola the benefit of it before she got up for a shower.
The reason for the early start was that the redoubtable Ms Hicks was collecting her in the Morris Minor at 8 o’clock and whisking her away.
Nicola was only in the UK until December and she had a fairly hectic schedule taking her all-round the country giving talks to raise awareness and hopefully some much needed funds.
They shared a final long lingering kiss before he lift arrived and she promised to see him again before she left for China.
As he watched the Morris Minor drive away he recalled one thing Nicola had said to him, which was that he should give more of himself and she gave him a look that said “you give too much of that already”
“If everyone gave one hour a week, what a change could be made to the world”
He wasn’t sure what difference he could make but he thought giving a Missionary a good seeing too had to count for something.
And furthermore he did so freely and without precondition, but on reflection he realised that he certainly wasn’t going to redeem himself in the eyes of God no matter what he did but that was no reason not to something, and he hoped to get the chance to do Nicola again very soon.
Friday, 5 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (061) In Car Entertainment
(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.
However sometimes there was a fly in the ointment such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.
(Part 02)
Sometimes there was a fly in the ointment for Amy and Mark, in relation to satisfying their mutual lust, such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.
So when in August Mark took Amy to Tipton for the weekend to visit her grandparents so she could introduce them to his fiancé Amy found it extremely frustrating.
It all went off quite well but there were no opportunities for naughties, no shagging, or petting or even for that matter snogging.
Because the major downside to the weekend was her grandparents insistence that they slept in separate rooms.
The result of this enforced separation and the fact that they didn’t have a moment to themselves for two days, was that by the time they left on Sunday evening they were both as horny as hell.
According to the satnav the time from her grandparent house to her house in Abbotsford was one hour and fifty-seven minutes, however on that Sunday night driving his father’s Peugeot estate he would have done it in 95 minute, but when they were about twenty minutes from their destination Amy said urgently as she pointed to the left
“Pull in here”
She was pointing at a little lay-by set back from the road.
“Why?”
“Pull in Quick I need to pee”
Mark pulled off the road as instructed and came to a halt.
Amy quickly got out and headed to the nearest bush, so Mark took the opportunity to get out and stretch his legs, he could hear Amy pissing behind a bush, so he walked a little closer, and it was really loud like a horse pissing.
Just then a car went past on the other side of the road and for a split second he could actually see her peeing.
He wasn’t sure why he thought that was so exciting, but he did and he was getting a semi on.
Amy finished peeing and stood up so he went back to the car.
When she got in the passenger seat she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,
“What did you take those off for?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she answered
“Did you pee on them?”
“No I didn’t,” she replied indignantly
“Then why?”
“So we can have sex” she said and then she kissed him and put her hand on his semi.
“God it doesn’t take much to get you going does it?” Amy said and unzipped his fly and unceremoniously yanked his cock out and went down on him and sucked on him hard, when she came up for air he asked
“Remind me why we’re having sex in the car when we can do it in your bed in less than twenty minutes”
“Because I’m horny now” she said wriggling out of her dress
“No self-control” he told her
“That’s rich” she retorted pulling off her sweater
“I was a virgin until I met you”
“God I’ve created a monster,” he said and sucked on her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that combination did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay to finish.
She clambered up the seat as a shortcut to the back seat
(Part 03)
“God I’ve created a monster,” he said and sucked on her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that combination did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay to finish.
She clambered up the seat as a shortcut to the back seat
“Don’t be daft,” he said, “get out and use the back door”
“I’m naked” she said indignantly
“It’s dark no one will see” he told her
“Sod that, I’m climbing over” she persisted
“Why?”
“I can’t wait” she said “I want it now, get your arse in the back seat”
But in her haste to get into the back seat before Mark, she somehow managed to get her left foot stuck between the driver’s seat and the centre console and furthermore it was stuck fast.
“I said “get out and walk round” but no horny Amy the slut monster knew better” He said rubbing it in
“Just get it out Mark” she snapped
“Ok” he said “just try to relax,”
“Oh very funny”
Well he tried his best to free her foot but it just wouldn’t budge, then in his effort to extricate her he slipped himself and ended up with his face two inches from her hot creamy cunny, so being a horny hot blooded male he took the obvious course of action and noshed it.
Her initial protests in response to his assault on her minge were quickly replaced by pleasurable moans as he frigged her hole with two fingers and lapped up the resulting juice with his tongue
“Oh fuck me Mark, please fuck me,” she screamed
But he thought that was going to be easier said than done, but then he had an idea
“Hold on while I move the seat” he said and reached down and grabbed the handle, yanking it up as he pushed the seat and Amy shot back about eight inches.
He couldn’t move the driver’s seat because of her trapped foot but he was able to recline it a little way without causing her any injury.
However moving the passenger seat afforded him just enough space to be able to get his head and shoulders out through the sunroof and with his feet in the passenger foot well, he was able to slide his cock into her burning pussy.
It wasn’t ideal but she seemed happy, although all Mark could do was put his hands on her hips to steady her and fuck her hard and fast, which he did and they both came in a matter of minutes.
He withdrew from her and slithered back down into the car, he couldn’t resist a quick suck on her cunny lips before he opened the car door and went into the back seat.
He found Amy half in the back looking like she’d been dragged backwards through a hedge.
Her hair was a mess and her tits were just dangling there
“Hi” he said, “How are you doing?”
“Wow” she said, “That was amazing” and she laughed so he leant forward and kissed her.
“Let’s get you unstuck” he said “then I’ll take you home and finish the job”
It took about thirty seconds to free her foot, it seemed that once Amy had cum her lot she relaxed and her foot pretty much freed itself.
“Done” he said sitting in the middle of the back seat and Amy kind of slithered into the back of the car like a snake and latched straight onto his wilting serpent.
“I thought we’d finish at home” Mark said and Amy stopped sucking for a second to reply
“I’m going to finish you here”
Then she slurped on him again.
They finally got into her bed at 3.00am.
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.
However sometimes there was a fly in the ointment such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.
(Part 02)
Sometimes there was a fly in the ointment for Amy and Mark, in relation to satisfying their mutual lust, such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.
So when in August Mark took Amy to Tipton for the weekend to visit her grandparents so she could introduce them to his fiancé Amy found it extremely frustrating.
It all went off quite well but there were no opportunities for naughties, no shagging, or petting or even for that matter snogging.
Because the major downside to the weekend was her grandparents insistence that they slept in separate rooms.
The result of this enforced separation and the fact that they didn’t have a moment to themselves for two days, was that by the time they left on Sunday evening they were both as horny as hell.
According to the satnav the time from her grandparent house to her house in Abbotsford was one hour and fifty-seven minutes, however on that Sunday night driving his father’s Peugeot estate he would have done it in 95 minute, but when they were about twenty minutes from their destination Amy said urgently as she pointed to the left
“Pull in here”
She was pointing at a little lay-by set back from the road.
“Why?”
“Pull in Quick I need to pee”
Mark pulled off the road as instructed and came to a halt.
Amy quickly got out and headed to the nearest bush, so Mark took the opportunity to get out and stretch his legs, he could hear Amy pissing behind a bush, so he walked a little closer, and it was really loud like a horse pissing.
Just then a car went past on the other side of the road and for a split second he could actually see her peeing.
He wasn’t sure why he thought that was so exciting, but he did and he was getting a semi on.
Amy finished peeing and stood up so he went back to the car.
When she got in the passenger seat she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,
“What did you take those off for?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she answered
“Did you pee on them?”
“No I didn’t,” she replied indignantly
“Then why?”
“So we can have sex” she said and then she kissed him and put her hand on his semi.
“God it doesn’t take much to get you going does it?” Amy said and unzipped his fly and unceremoniously yanked his cock out and went down on him and sucked on him hard, when she came up for air he asked
“Remind me why we’re having sex in the car when we can do it in your bed in less than twenty minutes”
“Because I’m horny now” she said wriggling out of her dress
“No self-control” he told her
“That’s rich” she retorted pulling off her sweater
“I was a virgin until I met you”
“God I’ve created a monster,” he said and sucked on her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that combination did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay to finish.
She clambered up the seat as a shortcut to the back seat
(Part 03)
“God I’ve created a monster,” he said and sucked on her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that combination did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay to finish.
She clambered up the seat as a shortcut to the back seat
“Don’t be daft,” he said, “get out and use the back door”
“I’m naked” she said indignantly
“It’s dark no one will see” he told her
“Sod that, I’m climbing over” she persisted
“Why?”
“I can’t wait” she said “I want it now, get your arse in the back seat”
But in her haste to get into the back seat before Mark, she somehow managed to get her left foot stuck between the driver’s seat and the centre console and furthermore it was stuck fast.
“I said “get out and walk round” but no horny Amy the slut monster knew better” He said rubbing it in
“Just get it out Mark” she snapped
“Ok” he said “just try to relax,”
“Oh very funny”
Well he tried his best to free her foot but it just wouldn’t budge, then in his effort to extricate her he slipped himself and ended up with his face two inches from her hot creamy cunny, so being a horny hot blooded male he took the obvious course of action and noshed it.
Her initial protests in response to his assault on her minge were quickly replaced by pleasurable moans as he frigged her hole with two fingers and lapped up the resulting juice with his tongue
“Oh fuck me Mark, please fuck me,” she screamed
But he thought that was going to be easier said than done, but then he had an idea
“Hold on while I move the seat” he said and reached down and grabbed the handle, yanking it up as he pushed the seat and Amy shot back about eight inches.
He couldn’t move the driver’s seat because of her trapped foot but he was able to recline it a little way without causing her any injury.
However moving the passenger seat afforded him just enough space to be able to get his head and shoulders out through the sunroof and with his feet in the passenger foot well, he was able to slide his cock into her burning pussy.
It wasn’t ideal but she seemed happy, although all Mark could do was put his hands on her hips to steady her and fuck her hard and fast, which he did and they both came in a matter of minutes.
He withdrew from her and slithered back down into the car, he couldn’t resist a quick suck on her cunny lips before he opened the car door and went into the back seat.
He found Amy half in the back looking like she’d been dragged backwards through a hedge.
Her hair was a mess and her tits were just dangling there
“Hi” he said, “How are you doing?”
“Wow” she said, “That was amazing” and she laughed so he leant forward and kissed her.
“Let’s get you unstuck” he said “then I’ll take you home and finish the job”
It took about thirty seconds to free her foot, it seemed that once Amy had cum her lot she relaxed and her foot pretty much freed itself.
“Done” he said sitting in the middle of the back seat and Amy kind of slithered into the back of the car like a snake and latched straight onto his wilting serpent.
“I thought we’d finish at home” Mark said and Amy stopped sucking for a second to reply
“I’m going to finish you here”
Then she slurped on him again.
They finally got into her bed at 3.00am.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (060) Just Enough
Sylvia leant forward, bending at the waist, just enough to tighten the fabric of her jeans, shaping and defining her sculptured buttocks to pert perfection, just enough to stir his ardour.
She leant a little further, just enough to expose some smooth unblemished dusky flesh, and showing above the waistband, the merest glimpse of pale pink panties with white lace trim
showing seductively against her dusky skin.
Sylvia then straightened up and turned towards him glancing in his direction knowing he was watching, knowing his libidinous thoughts and the effect she was having on him.
She leant forward again, bending at the waist, just enough to fill her gaping blouse with well-rounded beauty, her breasts sitting in pert perfection, round and full encased in pink cups with white lace trim showing seductively against her dusky skin, and beyond the lace a hint of nipple, a glimpse of areola, just enough through the tight well filled fabric, deliciously defined in pink, just enough to further arouse.
Then Sylvia straightened up looking towards him, smiling in his direction knowing he was watching, knowing his libidinous thoughts and knowing the effect she was having on him and Sylvia was liking it.
She leant a little further, just enough to expose some smooth unblemished dusky flesh, and showing above the waistband, the merest glimpse of pale pink panties with white lace trim
showing seductively against her dusky skin.
Sylvia then straightened up and turned towards him glancing in his direction knowing he was watching, knowing his libidinous thoughts and the effect she was having on him.
She leant forward again, bending at the waist, just enough to fill her gaping blouse with well-rounded beauty, her breasts sitting in pert perfection, round and full encased in pink cups with white lace trim showing seductively against her dusky skin, and beyond the lace a hint of nipple, a glimpse of areola, just enough through the tight well filled fabric, deliciously defined in pink, just enough to further arouse.
Then Sylvia straightened up looking towards him, smiling in his direction knowing he was watching, knowing his libidinous thoughts and knowing the effect she was having on him and Sylvia was liking it.
Thursday, 4 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (059) Wine and Nibbles
(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 hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
One such example was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
(Part 02)
One example of a lusty villager was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
She had been to the hotel and met with Gary and Blaire but she said her sister had to cancel at the last minute, so she was given the tour anyway.
“We can do you a detailed breakdown of all the various options and send it out to you” Blaire said with super efficiency
“Oh lovely” she responded and then addressing Gary directly she added “perhaps you could pop it round one evening when my sister is there and we can discuss it”
“Well…” he began
“I can offer wine and nibbles” she said sweetly
So the meeting was arranged and they said goodbye and Blaire said
“Her sisters not going to be there is she?”
“I doubt it very much” he said
Gary arrived at Caroline Darville’s cottage at just after 8 o’clock and he could only see one car outside.
He smiled to himself and knocked on the door, when it opened Caroline was standing there with a broad smile on her face.
“Hello Gary” she said “do come in”
She was wearing a summer dress with a blue and white chef’s apron over the top, and he thought there might be some nibbles after all.
“Go and sit in the lounge and I’ll get the drinks” she said affably “is Red ok?”
“Yes lovely” he replied
Gary sat on the sofa at the end of the room and admired her big arse as walked back to the kitchen.
It was about ten minutes before she reappeared carrying a glass of red wine in each hand and she was completely naked, the only thing she was wearing a smug smile.
Her figure certainly didn’t disappoint and her breasts bounced sympathetically with each step as she got closer and her brunette pubic triangle was a delight.
She handed him one glass and put the other on a side table
“Thank you” he said “can I assume that as you invited me for wine and nibbles, that you are the nibbles”
“Oh no darling” she replied “you are”
And Caroline knelt on the floor in front of him and began undoing his trousers and all the while the smug smile never left her lips.
Once Caroline had successfully extricated his swollen member from his pants her smile changed to a filthy leer and then to his delight her wet mouth enveloped his cock.
“God I love this village” he said
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 hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
One such example was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
(Part 02)
One example of a lusty villager was Caroline Darville, she was a School Teacher in Finchbottom, and was recently divorced.
She was, like Gary, in her late twenties, beautiful, brunette, and curvy.
Caroline was also helping to arrange her sister’s wedding and was interested in booking the Clayton Manor.
She had been to the hotel and met with Gary and Blaire but she said her sister had to cancel at the last minute, so she was given the tour anyway.
“We can do you a detailed breakdown of all the various options and send it out to you” Blaire said with super efficiency
“Oh lovely” she responded and then addressing Gary directly she added “perhaps you could pop it round one evening when my sister is there and we can discuss it”
“Well…” he began
“I can offer wine and nibbles” she said sweetly
So the meeting was arranged and they said goodbye and Blaire said
“Her sisters not going to be there is she?”
“I doubt it very much” he said
Gary arrived at Caroline Darville’s cottage at just after 8 o’clock and he could only see one car outside.
He smiled to himself and knocked on the door, when it opened Caroline was standing there with a broad smile on her face.
“Hello Gary” she said “do come in”
She was wearing a summer dress with a blue and white chef’s apron over the top, and he thought there might be some nibbles after all.
“Go and sit in the lounge and I’ll get the drinks” she said affably “is Red ok?”
“Yes lovely” he replied
Gary sat on the sofa at the end of the room and admired her big arse as walked back to the kitchen.
It was about ten minutes before she reappeared carrying a glass of red wine in each hand and she was completely naked, the only thing she was wearing a smug smile.
Her figure certainly didn’t disappoint and her breasts bounced sympathetically with each step as she got closer and her brunette pubic triangle was a delight.
She handed him one glass and put the other on a side table
“Thank you” he said “can I assume that as you invited me for wine and nibbles, that you are the nibbles”
“Oh no darling” she replied “you are”
And Caroline knelt on the floor in front of him and began undoing his trousers and all the while the smug smile never left her lips.
Once Caroline had successfully extricated his swollen member from his pants her smile changed to a filthy leer and then to his delight her wet mouth enveloped his cock.
“God I love this village” he said
Wednesday, 3 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (058) It Started with a Kiss
(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.
But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.
Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.
They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
(Part 02)
Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with high days and holidays for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.
It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.
The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.
The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.
Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that is until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.
It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left.
Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air and Stewart had gone off to the loo.
They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Caroles and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was like it was the first time.
But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away.
“No” Carole said “We cant”
“But you were enjoying it” Claire said
“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustnt”
“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”
Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her
“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”
Carole paused by the door and responded
“And I’ve missed yours”
Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.
Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.
But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her with an unexpected and very rewarding shag.
In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.
But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore.
The message just read “This is for you”
And then she opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
(Part 03)
Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.
Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply
“I want to see more”
She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.
“Come to the house at 7 and you will”
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.
After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.
And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.
Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts and wet knickers that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.
It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.
Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.
She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her
the roundness of her breasts surmounted by stiffened nipples aroused either by the cooling air or at the knowledge of Carole’s gaze.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress and but for stockings she was naked.
Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, soft and feather light and feasted on the delicacies she had not tasted for three long years.
From that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart for five days but for two nights she was Claire’s lesbian lover and every time she had to go away on business, or a seminar, or shopping trips with friends she always ended up in bed with Claire.
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.
But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.
Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.
They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.
(Part 02)
Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with high days and holidays for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.
It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.
The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.
The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.
Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that is until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.
It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left.
Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air and Stewart had gone off to the loo.
They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Caroles and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was like it was the first time.
But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away.
“No” Carole said “We cant”
“But you were enjoying it” Claire said
“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustnt”
“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”
Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her
“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”
Carole paused by the door and responded
“And I’ve missed yours”
Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.
Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.
But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her with an unexpected and very rewarding shag.
In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.
But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore.
The message just read “This is for you”
And then she opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
(Part 03)
Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.
Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.
Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply
“I want to see more”
She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.
“Come to the house at 7 and you will”
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.
After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.
And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.
Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts and wet knickers that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.
It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.
Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.
She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her
the roundness of her breasts surmounted by stiffened nipples aroused either by the cooling air or at the knowledge of Carole’s gaze.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress and but for stockings she was naked.
Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, soft and feather light and feasted on the delicacies she had not tasted for three long years.
From that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart for five days but for two nights she was Claire’s lesbian lover and every time she had to go away on business, or a seminar, or shopping trips with friends she always ended up in bed with Claire.
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