(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.
Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.
(Part 02)
For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were never dry especially not Alison.
But that momentous weekend became a turning point in their relationship firstly because it was during that weekend that their regular series of casual sexual encounters had turned into a relationship and pure lust turned to true love.
The second event that occurred was more basic though nonetheless momentous in its own way.
It was after lunch on their first full day at the spa, and Alison had demanded a servicing from Eric and took every ounce of satisfaction from him and after an hour of cuddling in the afterglow he took himself off to the shower to wash her not inconsiderable lust from his body when a few minutes later Alison joined him and with a wicked grin on her face she slid down his wet body and took him in her mouth sans condoms and gave him the best head he ever had.
When her performance on him had him erected to his peak she stood up wearing the same wicked grin and leant back against the tiles, and eased her skinny frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her pale skin to her tiny breasts and dripped off her hard proud nipples.
Alison then let the small delicate fingers of one hand comb their way through her wet pubes before descending between her lips as Eric watched intently and began stroking himself in rhythm with her fingering, until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far the confines of the shower would allow, which Eric took as his signal.
He kissed the wicked grin off her face first and then as she laced her skinny arms around his neck he grabbed her buttocks and with his muscular arms lifted her easily off the floor and slipped even easier into her and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan and her gorgeous legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her and her buttocks slapped against the tiles.
The first of many smacks her cheeks made as he took her on to a juddering climax.
Afterwards he held her pinned in the corner of the cubicle panting hard and his knee’s trembling.
“I didn’t think you could give head without a condom” he said and kissed her
“It seems I can in here” she replied “Was it ok?”
His cock was still deep inside her so he twitched it and replied
“What do you think?”
Eventually he released her and she slithered down the wet tiles and Eric backed into the other corner and did the same and they just sat there with the shower spraying down on them for about twenty minutes.
“We’re getting good at this” she said reflectively
“Yes but I think we should still keep practising whenever possible” he said
“Absolutely” she agreed
Friday, 12 May 2017
Thursday, 11 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (070) The First Adventure
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
He paused by the bunk and felt himself rising in unison with the sun and after undressing he leant in and pulled the post it off and kissed her plump cheek and the stirring continued.
So he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours of her arse towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips and at his first touch she was no more than moist, but she lathered up very quickly as he stroked her and she began murmuring softly into her pillow.
And as she warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her pussy she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so he could dispatch her on the lower bunk.
But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing he took the initiative, and wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her before her feet could hit the floor.
Supporting her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give him some purchase while he fucked her.
But after a couple of strokes Sara planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as he shagged her and her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.
Gary could feel himself on the threshold as Sara bobbed up and down on him like a monkey on a stick and then with a scream of satisfaction she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her and then they fell backwards onto the floor.
While they lay in a post coital heap on the floor she said
“Was that adventurous enough for you?”
“It’s a start” he said
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
He paused by the bunk and felt himself rising in unison with the sun and after undressing he leant in and pulled the post it off and kissed her plump cheek and the stirring continued.
So he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours of her arse towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips and at his first touch she was no more than moist, but she lathered up very quickly as he stroked her and she began murmuring softly into her pillow.
And as she warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her pussy she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so he could dispatch her on the lower bunk.
But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing he took the initiative, and wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her before her feet could hit the floor.
Supporting her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give him some purchase while he fucked her.
But after a couple of strokes Sara planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as he shagged her and her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.
Gary could feel himself on the threshold as Sara bobbed up and down on him like a monkey on a stick and then with a scream of satisfaction she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her and then they fell backwards onto the floor.
While they lay in a post coital heap on the floor she said
“Was that adventurous enough for you?”
“It’s a start” he said
Wednesday, 10 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (069) Randy Mandy
It was in the early hours of the morning and Mandy laying partially clothed on the sofa and was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as he left her when he pulled out of pussy and left her sullied and exhausted.
John was sitting in an arm chair and had also been sleeping but awoke to see Mandy wearing a T-shirt, rucked up around her neck, a denim skirt in a similar style around her waist and one sock.
And on close inspection of his own situation realised he was completely naked.
He looked around the room and there were numerous items of clothing discarded hither and thither and several empty wine bottles.
He was surprised to see that the semi naked girl on the sofa was Mandy, and he was surprised because they hadn’t really liked each other let alone fancy each other, but the evidence was plain to see.
After a few minutes Mandy began to stir and emitted several satisfied sighs before looking over at John and giving him a smile.
Well more like a leer really and she rose from the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards him and giggled.
he offered her a half empty glass of wine and she took a drink and with another distinct leer dribbled wine onto his wilted cock and then Mandy giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from his stirring beast.
“I think I might fancy her now” he was thinking as she began sucking on him and when Mandy had finished licking every last drop of wine from his genitalia and had sucked him up until he was ready for action she stood up in front of him.
“Clothes” he said
“What?” she responded.
“Everything off this time” he told her
“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she divested herself of the remnants of her clothing before climbing onto his waiting cock.
“This has been a surprise” he said “I didn’t think you liked me”
“I know” she replied “but I’ve fancied you for ages”
“I had no idea” he said as she rose and fell
“That’s why I had to get you pissed” she said
“But…” he began
“Enough questions” she snapped “let’s just fuck”
John was sitting in an arm chair and had also been sleeping but awoke to see Mandy wearing a T-shirt, rucked up around her neck, a denim skirt in a similar style around her waist and one sock.
And on close inspection of his own situation realised he was completely naked.
He looked around the room and there were numerous items of clothing discarded hither and thither and several empty wine bottles.
He was surprised to see that the semi naked girl on the sofa was Mandy, and he was surprised because they hadn’t really liked each other let alone fancy each other, but the evidence was plain to see.
After a few minutes Mandy began to stir and emitted several satisfied sighs before looking over at John and giving him a smile.
Well more like a leer really and she rose from the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards him and giggled.
he offered her a half empty glass of wine and she took a drink and with another distinct leer dribbled wine onto his wilted cock and then Mandy giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from his stirring beast.
“I think I might fancy her now” he was thinking as she began sucking on him and when Mandy had finished licking every last drop of wine from his genitalia and had sucked him up until he was ready for action she stood up in front of him.
“Clothes” he said
“What?” she responded.
“Everything off this time” he told her
“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she divested herself of the remnants of her clothing before climbing onto his waiting cock.
“This has been a surprise” he said “I didn’t think you liked me”
“I know” she replied “but I’ve fancied you for ages”
“I had no idea” he said as she rose and fell
“That’s why I had to get you pissed” she said
“But…” he began
“Enough questions” she snapped “let’s just fuck”
Tuesday, 9 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (068) On the Night of the Summer Ball
(Part 01)
Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.
Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.
But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out.
And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.
However there were still some events that she was required to attend such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
(Part 02)
Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that Samantha was required to attend, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball, which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and in the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
He had no idea who it might be he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,
“Can I come in then?”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed for chez King” he observed while mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”
“About what?” he quizzed
“About my choice in men” she replied
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately
“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”
And then she kissed him again
“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added
“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted
“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”
“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”
Bob walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.
When he returned to the lounge Samantha stood up and walked towards him and he expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him.
As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her from unzipping his fly and pulling his fast swelling organ out through the opening, not that he wanted to stop her.
Bob was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while simultaneously being gently wanked by her gloved hand.
(Part 03)
As soon as Samantha had stroked him to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing him and took the wine glass from his hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging his manhood with her other gloved hand and smiling at him mischievously before releasing her grip and walking over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well he would follow and as he did he put down his own drink so he would have both hands free to grapple with the elegant little temptress.
As he stepped up behind her she giggled and while he unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once he had her dress opened to her tiny waist he slipped his hands inside and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then Samantha wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her petite frame and it settled momentarily about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her narrow hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stiletto shoed foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
Bob kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down and then to his great surprise she said
"Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in black silk French drawers as Samantha wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
He stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes as he undressed
As Sam wriggled forward slightly more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.
“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips she said
“No need” and as she said it she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m ready, I’m ready now”
So he pulled the leg of her silk panties aside to fully exposed her, and as she received him she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, she gripped on to the sofa as he took her from behind and he looked down 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.
After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.
“Now that’s what I call a Summer Ball,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned he smiled as he looked over at Samantha still draped along the back of the Sofa.
“Gorgeous” he said
Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.
Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.
But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out.
And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.
However there were still some events that she was required to attend such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
(Part 02)
Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that Samantha was required to attend, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball, which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and in the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
He had no idea who it might be he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,
“Can I come in then?”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed for chez King” he observed while mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”
“About what?” he quizzed
“About my choice in men” she replied
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately
“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”
And then she kissed him again
“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added
“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted
“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”
“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”
Bob walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.
When he returned to the lounge Samantha stood up and walked towards him and he expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him.
As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her from unzipping his fly and pulling his fast swelling organ out through the opening, not that he wanted to stop her.
Bob was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while simultaneously being gently wanked by her gloved hand.
(Part 03)
As soon as Samantha had stroked him to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing him and took the wine glass from his hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging his manhood with her other gloved hand and smiling at him mischievously before releasing her grip and walking over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well he would follow and as he did he put down his own drink so he would have both hands free to grapple with the elegant little temptress.
As he stepped up behind her she giggled and while he unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once he had her dress opened to her tiny waist he slipped his hands inside and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then Samantha wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her petite frame and it settled momentarily about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her narrow hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stiletto shoed foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
Bob kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down and then to his great surprise she said
"Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in black silk French drawers as Samantha wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
He stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes as he undressed
As Sam wriggled forward slightly more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.
“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips she said
“No need” and as she said it she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m ready, I’m ready now”
So he pulled the leg of her silk panties aside to fully exposed her, and as she received him she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, she gripped on to the sofa as he took her from behind and he looked down 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.
After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.
“Now that’s what I call a Summer Ball,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned he smiled as he looked over at Samantha still draped along the back of the Sofa.
“Gorgeous” he said
Choice Tales from the Vale – (067) Returning to the Missions
(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.
It was on Friday morning between Christmas and New Year when the phone rang and when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.
“Hi mum” he said
“Hello Stephen darling, I can’t talk long, I have another favour to ask”
“Could Nicola stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions?”
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.
So Nicola could most certainly stay for a couple of nights and he got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so he went off and made up the spare bed for her though he hoped she wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across the country from the east.
He had no way of knowing where Nicola was as he didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, he didn’t even have a phone number for her.
Stephen phoned his mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as Nicola wasn’t picking up, then about an hour later he had a call from Barbara Hicks brother to say that Barbara and Nicola were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to him as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions he insisted that Barbara stay the night as well, which meant sadly that he wouldn’t be exploring amidst Nicolas unruly black pubes.
He left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while he went upstairs to make up a bed for Barbara in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Nicola’s delightful bod only to be denied it by his own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances he would just have to go to bed with the nagging want and be unable to slake his thirst.
The only consolation was that he thought Nicola might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as he was.
(Part 02)
Stephen had a very disturbed night’s sleep full of erotic imagery, past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before him, or enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, an angel bent naked over the sofa wearing nothing but wings.
In fact every woman he had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result he awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
He decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck him up, but although he felt clean and fresh it merely masked his fatigue.
So he slipped on his dressing gown and went downstairs and was surprised to find Barbara sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” he said far more brightly than he felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Stephen, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” he replied as he looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” he observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
And she smiled broadly after her statement, he didn’t know if it was because he was feeling so washed out or not but Barbara certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than he was expecting compared to the Ms Frosty knickers that he met the last time she was in his home.
While Barbara was outside defrosting the Morris Minor he sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on him what Barbara’s early departure meant, a revisit to the Missionary position.
Barbara came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Nicola” she said
“Why not”? I thought “I’m going to the minute you’ve gone”
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” he agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
He watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before he ascended the stairs.
Stephen gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside and he could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter his mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
He slipped off his dressing gown and let it drop to the floor and his pants followed close behind and then he got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and he was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Nicola was on her side with her back to him and his first thought was to spoon her but instead he backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
Stephen kissed her lips but got no response so he un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once he had dealt with the final button he slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome and looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and his craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently.
Nicola murmured softly in response but she didn’t waken but his suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
He left her erect swollen nipple wet with his saliva and watched her sleeping face as his hand drifted across her belly to her lush curly bush and dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to his fingering but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her he decided to mount her.
(Part 03)
He carefully positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath him and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and she knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him then she closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish with each penetration making her squirm beneath him
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily and spurred on by her audible appreciation of his efforts he went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard as she moaned and writhed beneath him she came again and as he reached the precipice her utterances were growing higher in frequency until she reached Shangri-La
“Oh Godddd Stephen” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him he explode inside her
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted as he withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” he asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Barbara in the house in case she heard us,” he said
“You didn’t need to worry” Nicola added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” he said
“Mmmmm” Nicola replied
After fucking Nicola awake in the half-light of morning they spent the rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane to be honest she did her washing and ironing while he pottered around in his study.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time they had together as well as packing for the journey.
Her time with him was almost up and when Nicola left his house on the morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China he would probably never see her again.
But she left an indelible impression on him so as they lay in each other’s arms on their last morning together he said
“Don’t go”
“I have to go” she replied sadly
“But I love you Nicola” he said and she gasped
“And I love you”
“Then don’t go”
“But I have to” she said “it’s my life’s work”
“I know” he replied “So let me come with you”
She just lay there silently and grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and said
“Yes please”
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.
It was on Friday morning between Christmas and New Year when the phone rang and when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.
“Hi mum” he said
“Hello Stephen darling, I can’t talk long, I have another favour to ask”
“Could Nicola stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions?”
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.
So Nicola could most certainly stay for a couple of nights and he got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so he went off and made up the spare bed for her though he hoped she wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across the country from the east.
He had no way of knowing where Nicola was as he didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, he didn’t even have a phone number for her.
Stephen phoned his mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as Nicola wasn’t picking up, then about an hour later he had a call from Barbara Hicks brother to say that Barbara and Nicola were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to him as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions he insisted that Barbara stay the night as well, which meant sadly that he wouldn’t be exploring amidst Nicolas unruly black pubes.
He left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while he went upstairs to make up a bed for Barbara in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Nicola’s delightful bod only to be denied it by his own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances he would just have to go to bed with the nagging want and be unable to slake his thirst.
The only consolation was that he thought Nicola might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as he was.
(Part 02)
Stephen had a very disturbed night’s sleep full of erotic imagery, past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before him, or enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, an angel bent naked over the sofa wearing nothing but wings.
In fact every woman he had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result he awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
He decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck him up, but although he felt clean and fresh it merely masked his fatigue.
So he slipped on his dressing gown and went downstairs and was surprised to find Barbara sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” he said far more brightly than he felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Stephen, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” he replied as he looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” he observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
And she smiled broadly after her statement, he didn’t know if it was because he was feeling so washed out or not but Barbara certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than he was expecting compared to the Ms Frosty knickers that he met the last time she was in his home.
While Barbara was outside defrosting the Morris Minor he sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on him what Barbara’s early departure meant, a revisit to the Missionary position.
Barbara came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Nicola” she said
“Why not”? I thought “I’m going to the minute you’ve gone”
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” he agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
He watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before he ascended the stairs.
Stephen gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside and he could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter his mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
He slipped off his dressing gown and let it drop to the floor and his pants followed close behind and then he got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and he was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Nicola was on her side with her back to him and his first thought was to spoon her but instead he backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
Stephen kissed her lips but got no response so he un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once he had dealt with the final button he slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome and looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and his craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently.
Nicola murmured softly in response but she didn’t waken but his suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
He left her erect swollen nipple wet with his saliva and watched her sleeping face as his hand drifted across her belly to her lush curly bush and dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to his fingering but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her he decided to mount her.
(Part 03)
He carefully positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath him and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and she knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him then she closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish with each penetration making her squirm beneath him
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily and spurred on by her audible appreciation of his efforts he went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard as she moaned and writhed beneath him she came again and as he reached the precipice her utterances were growing higher in frequency until she reached Shangri-La
“Oh Godddd Stephen” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him he explode inside her
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted as he withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” he asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Barbara in the house in case she heard us,” he said
“You didn’t need to worry” Nicola added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” he said
“Mmmmm” Nicola replied
After fucking Nicola awake in the half-light of morning they spent the rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane to be honest she did her washing and ironing while he pottered around in his study.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time they had together as well as packing for the journey.
Her time with him was almost up and when Nicola left his house on the morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China he would probably never see her again.
But she left an indelible impression on him so as they lay in each other’s arms on their last morning together he said
“Don’t go”
“I have to go” she replied sadly
“But I love you Nicola” he said and she gasped
“And I love you”
“Then don’t go”
“But I have to” she said “it’s my life’s work”
“I know” he replied “So let me come with you”
She just lay there silently and grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and said
“Yes please”
Monday, 8 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (066) Serendipity in all its Splendour
Dora Lesinska walked towards him and his eyes were drawn to the delights of her unfettered breasts, which danced erotically inside her white blouse.
She saw him staring but his gaze was transfixed and unshakable and she turned up her nose as she passed him but glanced in his direction, a glance conveying utter disgust, then she threw her head back rather theatrically and headed for the street door.
So he turned to watch her exit, and enjoyed her buttocks doing a very dirty rumba inside her skirt, but then Dora stopped at the door and gave him another look, once again heavily laced with disgust.
And Just at that moment the sun suddenly appeared from behind a cloud which illuminated the girl dramatically and spectacularly from behind and this serendipitous event rendered her blouse transparent, and her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse Were now revealed in all their splendour surmounted by dark pink nipples, as clear as if she were naked.
Unaware of her circumstance she delivered yet another contemptible look and then Dora asked.
“Have you seen enough?”
He smiled and nodded and then as the sun went behind a cloud he replied loudly
“I have now thank you”
She saw him staring but his gaze was transfixed and unshakable and she turned up her nose as she passed him but glanced in his direction, a glance conveying utter disgust, then she threw her head back rather theatrically and headed for the street door.
So he turned to watch her exit, and enjoyed her buttocks doing a very dirty rumba inside her skirt, but then Dora stopped at the door and gave him another look, once again heavily laced with disgust.
And Just at that moment the sun suddenly appeared from behind a cloud which illuminated the girl dramatically and spectacularly from behind and this serendipitous event rendered her blouse transparent, and her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse Were now revealed in all their splendour surmounted by dark pink nipples, as clear as if she were naked.
Unaware of her circumstance she delivered yet another contemptible look and then Dora asked.
“Have you seen enough?”
He smiled and nodded and then as the sun went behind a cloud he replied loudly
“I have now thank you”
Sunday, 7 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (065) Spanish Eyes
Paul Larkin sat drinking black coffee alone in the Addison’s café in Shallowfield just killing some time and he noticed her instantly as she entered, Dolores Genuardi, he was powerless to resist the movement of his eyes, as like magnets they were drawn towards the striking young woman's and her stunning beauty, her hair appeared black as a raven's wing as it caressed the dark caramel skin of her shoulders, but with the sun shining through the fine strands they betrayed its true brunette nature.
But out of the sun her hairs dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied as he took another sip.
Firstly her full moist lips which broadened into a smile, the delicate
curve of her small nose and the hypnotic depth of her dark brown eyes which looked back at him and held his gaze, and as if reading his thoughts they burned through him and touched his soul.
Dolores was distracted momentarily so his eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts, where white lace fringed their fullness, he met her eyes again and her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of his loins.
She turned away and he continued his lustful journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a second skin hugging her contours as he longed to do.
As she sat down at an adjacent table and his gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines.
And then their eyes met again and she smiled, knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.
The blushing Spanish maiden had to look away and fumbled in her bag while she regained her composure as the embers’ glowed within her of what could become an unquenchable fire.
She took out a cigarette in her slender fingers and he noticed her hand tremble for a moment before placing it between her luscious lips and he envied its intimacy with her mouth.
Paul reached across and the void between their tables and offered her a light.
Dolores smiled as he lit it and he joined her where he bought her coffee and they talked and laughed then drank more coffee and talked and laughed some more.
His eyes still took every opportunity to peruse her fine young body as he was held captive by her Spanish eyes, but as he looked upon her sweet face, they were only biding their time until the moment when she would use him to quell the fire uncontrollably burning inside her and he would look into her Spanish eyes as her pretty face contorted in orgasmic bliss.
But out of the sun her hairs dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied as he took another sip.
Firstly her full moist lips which broadened into a smile, the delicate
curve of her small nose and the hypnotic depth of her dark brown eyes which looked back at him and held his gaze, and as if reading his thoughts they burned through him and touched his soul.
Dolores was distracted momentarily so his eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts, where white lace fringed their fullness, he met her eyes again and her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of his loins.
She turned away and he continued his lustful journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a second skin hugging her contours as he longed to do.
As she sat down at an adjacent table and his gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines.
And then their eyes met again and she smiled, knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.
The blushing Spanish maiden had to look away and fumbled in her bag while she regained her composure as the embers’ glowed within her of what could become an unquenchable fire.
She took out a cigarette in her slender fingers and he noticed her hand tremble for a moment before placing it between her luscious lips and he envied its intimacy with her mouth.
Paul reached across and the void between their tables and offered her a light.
Dolores smiled as he lit it and he joined her where he bought her coffee and they talked and laughed then drank more coffee and talked and laughed some more.
His eyes still took every opportunity to peruse her fine young body as he was held captive by her Spanish eyes, but as he looked upon her sweet face, they were only biding their time until the moment when she would use him to quell the fire uncontrollably burning inside her and he would look into her Spanish eyes as her pretty face contorted in orgasmic bliss.
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