(Part 01)
Colin Weeks was a farmer up at Woodside Farm between Sharping St Mary and Purplemere although to all intents and purposes it was no longer a farm because Colin weeks kept horses.
After he and his sister inherited the farm from their father they rented out the majority of the surrounding land to neighbouring farms which gave them a reasonable income and allowed them to indulge their passion, which was horses.
It wasn’t a big yard but it was a busy one as his older sister Lucy operated a riding school from the farm.
Colin was 25 years old and his life revolved around the farm and he rarely ventured into the real world.
He had everything he needed at Woodside and what he didn’t have he could order on the internet, well almost.
He had three permanent staff plus a number of after schoolers who helped out with grooming and mucking out, but the hardest worker he had by far was Poppy Garvey who was also in possession of his heart.
However since the day they made love in his study he had hoped things would have progressed between them but instead he got the feeling she was pulling back so he had to try and make more of an impression on her and one day as a sharp wind blew across the yard he had an idea, so he went on the internet.
A week had passed since they made love when the postman delivered a parcel, it was after he had spent two long hours at his desk and he walked into the kitchen and saw the parcel on the kitchen table.
He knew exactly what it was but he opened it anyway and its contents were as expected.
So he looked out through the window and he could see Poppy walking across the yard so he opened the door and called out
“Hey Poppy”
She turned around and smiled
“Morning Colin” she called and carried on walking
“Come inside a minute, I’ve got something for you”
“Ok” she replied “just for a minute though”
After a few minutes she came into the kitchen and stood on the doormat.
“I haven’t seen you for a few days” he said
“I know it’s been really busy” Poppy said not meeting his gaze
“There’s something for you in the box” he said, pointing at the box in question, and then he put the kettle on
“For me?” she asked surprised
“Yes”
“What is it?” Poppy asked
“Well, just have a look and you’ll find out” he said
So she stooped down and untied her boots and then slipped them off before walking to the table.
She delved into the box with a puzzled expression and then a broad grin came over her face.
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
(Part 02)
“Wow” she said excitedly holding up her thermals “that’s just what I need, it’s really cold out there”
“They’re not very sexy” Colin said
“Not like your big blue knickers anyway” he added and Poppy blushed
“They’re perfect” she said offering the combinations up to herself.
“Thanks Colin, can I put them on now?” she asked with great excitement
“Of course you can hon” he said, “you know where to go, I’ll make a drink”
So she quickly shed her coat and rushed off clutching the long underwear to her chest like they were something precious.
Colin picked up her coat and hung it on the back of a chair and then made the drink.
He was sitting at the table drinking his when the kitchen door opened slightly and Poppy’s head appeared.
“Ok?” he queried
Poppy nodded, then the door opened fully and she stepped into the kitchen wearing the blue thermal combinations and began strutting around like she was on the catwalk.
He wasn’t expecting a floor show, he thought she would try them on and then put everything else on over the top but hey who was he to complain.
“Well I was wrong about them not being sexy,” Colin said and Poppy blushed again and giggled
“How do they feel?” he asked
“Fab” she replied “they’re all fleecy inside”
She was clearly very pleased with them and would have gone outside in them had he suggested it.
“Come and sit down,” Colin said as he stood up and offered his seat
“I’m too excited to sit down,” she said
“Calm down girl it’s only winter underwear” He said to himself but he thought her reaction to it was really sweet.
He put a hand on each shoulder and tried to steer her into his seat.
“Wow they are soft aren’t they?”
“They’re even softer inside” she said and then she pulled his hands off her shoulders and down to her breasts
“Softer than these”
Taking advantage of the situation was not his intention when he asked her to come in, it really was just to give her the thermal underwear, not even when she appeared in the kitchen in her thermals did he intend anything, he was trying to win her heart, not get inside her clothes, Colin hadn’t for a second, thought it was going to affect her that way.
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
(Part 03)
It wasn’t as if he had just given her sexy lingerie, it was a union suit as the Americans call them, real passion killers.
But judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms this indicated to him that she was clearly turned on and that in turn caused his own stiffness.
He should have stopped there but as he was turned on as well by then so he massaged her breasts though the fleecy fabric and she responded by turning to kiss him and rubbing her bum cheeks against the growing lump in his trousers.
He relinquished one plump breast briefly while his fingers sought out the zip but she stopped him.
At first he thought she had called a halt because he was taking it too far, but that was not the reason Poppy stopped him.
And it became obvious to him that Poppy had come to the boil very quickly rendering any protracted foreplay redundant as she bent herself over the kitchen table.
Colin briefly caressed her fleecy covered buttocks and open the trap door to gain access to her nonny, and he could see her lips were slightly parted so he probed her with his forefinger and found her to be lusciously lubricated, but he carried on regardless and made her wetter.
His cock slipped between her dewy lips and Poppy responded with a low animal grunt and then her hands gripped the edge of the table as she braced herself to receive the next length which was also greeted with a grunt and as the frequency of his strokes increased so did the tone of her articulations.
The table was rocking and coffee had begun slopping out of the mugs as the act became more energetic until at the point of ejaculation she let out a scream and collapsed panting on the table beside a puddle of coffee.
As he pulled out of her and tucked his old chap away he thought how sometimes things do not go to plan, thankfully there was no risk of anyone catching them at it, which was one of his great fears.
But in his defense when he bought Poppy the underwear it really was as an act of kindness and not with any expectation that he was going to nail her up the trap door over the kitchen table.
“I thought you were avoiding me” he said when she was fully dressed for the outdoors and carrying her second pair of combies in a carrier bag.
“I was, I am” she said and giggled
“But why?”
“Because you’re my boss” she said
“I want to be more” Colin said and then she gave him a very passionate kiss.
“I want to be sure, that you’re sure” she said “Before I ruin everything”
Poppy kissed him again and went back out to the yard.
Monday, 29 May 2017
Sunday, 28 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (114) The Rewards of Office
(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.
And he wasted no time in marking his territory, the particular apt saying “don’t shit on your own doorstep” was clearly lost on Gary because even on his first day he shagged the then head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, The fact he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel was a bonus but he was uncomfortable about taking all the credit for that though as in truth it was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott to assistant manager.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary had decided that because she had done such a wonderful job to such an extent that she was making him look good, so he decided she deserved a reward.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on Blaire Parrott, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was living in the Gate Lodge.
In November Blaire had a week off to move the remainder of her possessions from her former marital home in the village to her new home at the Gate Lodge.
Her alcoholic, soon to be ex-husband Ken was still living there but had been arrested for being drunk and disorderly so she took her opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and remove every trace of herself from that unhappy place and then she was done with him.
While she was away Gary took the opportunity to reward her for her hard work.
And so when she returned he intercepted her before she had a chance to go in his office.
“Good morning Miss Parrott, how are you?” he asked pompously
“I’m very well Mr Playford” she replied in kind
“Did you have a good week off?” he said less formerly
“Brilliant” she respond and tried to go into the office
“No not in there, let’s go in here” he suggested
“I’m not going in the stationary cupboard with you just because you’re horny” she whispered in case she was overheard by the unusually large number of people milling around.
“I’m not suggesting we go in there for my personal gratification” he whispered back
“So this is business?” she asked
“Very much so” he replied
So reluctantly, and still harbouring suspicions, she opened the door and the room was in total darkness and she was even more suspicious.
“It’s dark” she said stating the obvious
“Then switch the light on” Gary said
“I don’t trust you” she said and reached her hand in and found the switch and when the lights came on her jaw dropped.
It was no longer a stationary cupboard it was an office, smaller than Gary’s but it was an office nonetheless.
“Welcome to the Assistant Managers Office” he said
“This is for me?” she asked in total disbelief
“Only until such time as I can find a better Assistant Manager” he replied and she punched his arm.
“Go in and make yourself at home” he said “I have a meeting in Abbottsford so I’ll see you later”
“Thank you” she said and touched his hand
(Part 03)
It was after nine when Gary’s car returned to the Hotel and Blaire got up from her desk, she liked the way that sounded and went out to intercept him.
“Ah Mr Playford, may I see you in my office?” she said
“Of course you may” he replied
“Is it entirely to your liking?” he asked
“Oh yes I love it” she replied as she closed the door which she discreetly locked.
“What can I do for you?” he asked
“I need your help”
“With what?”
“Christening my desk”
“Ah” he responded as he felt a slight trouser tickle.
Blaire turned and rearranged the contents of her desk to accommodate what she had in mind.
As Gary sat back and watched her, stretching and bending and the trouser tickle had progressed to a serious stirring.
As she dropped the last items into her top draw he stood up and as she bent down to place her telephone on the floor Gary walked up behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.
Blaire straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no you don’t, not from behind, I want to see it coming this time”
“Whatever you say Miss Parrott” he said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face him.
She smiled her luscious smile as he unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed him, after which he sank to his knees and dragged her skirt down over her curvy hips.
“Let the Christening begin Mr Playford” Blaire said as she stepped out of her skirt and he slid his hands up her shapely stocking clad legs.
Gary speculated that the underwear she was now wearing, a figure hugging silk teddy, was not the same as she was wearing that morning when he showed her the office.
Blaire was standing with her ample buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands resting on the polished wood as his hands passed her stocking tops and as his fingers caressed the hollow of her inner thigh and began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
He pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her neat ginger pussy and as he knelt before her he leant forward and kissed her hairy lips and she murmured in approval then he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her umami tang.
Gary stood up in front of her where she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, and he quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered his full arousal and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her creamy heat.
As he achieved full penetration she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and simultaneously her arms locked around his neck as he christened the desk hard.
Blaire was no stranger to his particular managerial technique and she was moaning delightfully as she received him and when she released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
Until finally she threw her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she reached the glorious end.
“Was that what you had in mind?” he asked as he stood panting above her but Blaire didn’t answer but the smile on her face spoke a thousand words.
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.
And he wasted no time in marking his territory, the particular apt saying “don’t shit on your own doorstep” was clearly lost on Gary because even on his first day he shagged the then head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, The fact he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel was a bonus but he was uncomfortable about taking all the credit for that though as in truth it was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott to assistant manager.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person.
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary had decided that because she had done such a wonderful job to such an extent that she was making him look good, so he decided she deserved a reward.
(Part 02)
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on Blaire Parrott, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was living in the Gate Lodge.
In November Blaire had a week off to move the remainder of her possessions from her former marital home in the village to her new home at the Gate Lodge.
Her alcoholic, soon to be ex-husband Ken was still living there but had been arrested for being drunk and disorderly so she took her opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and remove every trace of herself from that unhappy place and then she was done with him.
While she was away Gary took the opportunity to reward her for her hard work.
And so when she returned he intercepted her before she had a chance to go in his office.
“Good morning Miss Parrott, how are you?” he asked pompously
“I’m very well Mr Playford” she replied in kind
“Did you have a good week off?” he said less formerly
“Brilliant” she respond and tried to go into the office
“No not in there, let’s go in here” he suggested
“I’m not going in the stationary cupboard with you just because you’re horny” she whispered in case she was overheard by the unusually large number of people milling around.
“I’m not suggesting we go in there for my personal gratification” he whispered back
“So this is business?” she asked
“Very much so” he replied
So reluctantly, and still harbouring suspicions, she opened the door and the room was in total darkness and she was even more suspicious.
“It’s dark” she said stating the obvious
“Then switch the light on” Gary said
“I don’t trust you” she said and reached her hand in and found the switch and when the lights came on her jaw dropped.
It was no longer a stationary cupboard it was an office, smaller than Gary’s but it was an office nonetheless.
“Welcome to the Assistant Managers Office” he said
“This is for me?” she asked in total disbelief
“Only until such time as I can find a better Assistant Manager” he replied and she punched his arm.
“Go in and make yourself at home” he said “I have a meeting in Abbottsford so I’ll see you later”
“Thank you” she said and touched his hand
(Part 03)
It was after nine when Gary’s car returned to the Hotel and Blaire got up from her desk, she liked the way that sounded and went out to intercept him.
“Ah Mr Playford, may I see you in my office?” she said
“Of course you may” he replied
“Is it entirely to your liking?” he asked
“Oh yes I love it” she replied as she closed the door which she discreetly locked.
“What can I do for you?” he asked
“I need your help”
“With what?”
“Christening my desk”
“Ah” he responded as he felt a slight trouser tickle.
Blaire turned and rearranged the contents of her desk to accommodate what she had in mind.
As Gary sat back and watched her, stretching and bending and the trouser tickle had progressed to a serious stirring.
As she dropped the last items into her top draw he stood up and as she bent down to place her telephone on the floor Gary walked up behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.
Blaire straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no you don’t, not from behind, I want to see it coming this time”
“Whatever you say Miss Parrott” he said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face him.
She smiled her luscious smile as he unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed him, after which he sank to his knees and dragged her skirt down over her curvy hips.
“Let the Christening begin Mr Playford” Blaire said as she stepped out of her skirt and he slid his hands up her shapely stocking clad legs.
Gary speculated that the underwear she was now wearing, a figure hugging silk teddy, was not the same as she was wearing that morning when he showed her the office.
Blaire was standing with her ample buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands resting on the polished wood as his hands passed her stocking tops and as his fingers caressed the hollow of her inner thigh and began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
He pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her neat ginger pussy and as he knelt before her he leant forward and kissed her hairy lips and she murmured in approval then he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her umami tang.
Gary stood up in front of her where she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, and he quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered his full arousal and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her creamy heat.
As he achieved full penetration she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and simultaneously her arms locked around his neck as he christened the desk hard.
Blaire was no stranger to his particular managerial technique and she was moaning delightfully as she received him and when she released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
Until finally she threw her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she reached the glorious end.
“Was that what you had in mind?” he asked as he stood panting above her but Blaire didn’t answer but the smile on her face spoke a thousand words.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (113) Playtime With Amy
(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.
(Part 02)
When he went next door to Amy’s house he noticed her dad’s car wasn’t on the drive.
So he knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and was just about to give up and go home when the door opened, though only a crack, and Amy peered around the door at him.
“Hi babe, I was beginning to think you weren’t in” he said
“Hello Mr Sheridan” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”
“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Amy wanted to role-play “perhaps I should come in and wait”
“Yeth” she lisped and opened the door.
As he closed the door she stood in the hall with her red hair tied in pigtails and wearing her old school uniform.
“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she stood pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back.
“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.
“Would you like to see my toys?” Amy asked
“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”
“Come on then” she said and darted upstairs.
As he followed the giggling schoolgirl up the stairs it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.
He reached the top stair just in time to see Amy skip across the landing and into her room and he quickly followed her, which was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.
Amy was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her unfettered breasts.
“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked
“I can already see them,” he thought to himself
“Yes I would” he replied and Amy turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.
“This one’s called Bunny, this one’s called Henry” she said “and this one’s called Charlie”
“Oh I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts through her blouse
“Oh Mr Sheridan, I don’t think mummy and daddy would like you playing with my cuddlies like that” she said
“Well show me more cuddlies then” Mark said, “what’s that one called right at the other end?”
He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger.
As she did so he reached under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash.
Amy with her face now buried in the mound of cuddlies moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her wetness.
He was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left.
It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she gasped minus the lisp.
He removed his fingers from her pink moist pussy and going up the leg of her navy blue knickers he replaced them with his cock.
“Ohhh Mr Sheridan” Amy said as he penetrated her. “That’s so naughty”
Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim.
As he shortened his stroke the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall before Amy screamed a loud muffled scream into her pile of cuddly toys and a second later he erupted inside her and he thought to himself that having Amy in her bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence all over again.
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.
(Part 02)
When he went next door to Amy’s house he noticed her dad’s car wasn’t on the drive.
So he knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and was just about to give up and go home when the door opened, though only a crack, and Amy peered around the door at him.
“Hi babe, I was beginning to think you weren’t in” he said
“Hello Mr Sheridan” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”
“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Amy wanted to role-play “perhaps I should come in and wait”
“Yeth” she lisped and opened the door.
As he closed the door she stood in the hall with her red hair tied in pigtails and wearing her old school uniform.
“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she stood pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back.
“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.
“Would you like to see my toys?” Amy asked
“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”
“Come on then” she said and darted upstairs.
As he followed the giggling schoolgirl up the stairs it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.
He reached the top stair just in time to see Amy skip across the landing and into her room and he quickly followed her, which was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.
Amy was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her unfettered breasts.
“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked
“I can already see them,” he thought to himself
“Yes I would” he replied and Amy turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.
“This one’s called Bunny, this one’s called Henry” she said “and this one’s called Charlie”
“Oh I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts through her blouse
“Oh Mr Sheridan, I don’t think mummy and daddy would like you playing with my cuddlies like that” she said
“Well show me more cuddlies then” Mark said, “what’s that one called right at the other end?”
He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger.
As she did so he reached under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash.
Amy with her face now buried in the mound of cuddlies moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her wetness.
He was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left.
It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.
“Oh Mr Sheridan” she gasped minus the lisp.
He removed his fingers from her pink moist pussy and going up the leg of her navy blue knickers he replaced them with his cock.
“Ohhh Mr Sheridan” Amy said as he penetrated her. “That’s so naughty”
Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim.
As he shortened his stroke the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall before Amy screamed a loud muffled scream into her pile of cuddly toys and a second later he erupted inside her and he thought to himself that having Amy in her bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence all over again.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (112) The Seaside Adventure
(Part 01)
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 foul 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”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.
But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
“Let’s go to Sharpington” he suggested “if the weather clears we can do it in the dunes”
“Ok” she agreed not entirely convinced
(Part 02)
The rain hammered down all the way to the coast and Sara thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.
They parked on the sea front facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of hope and Sara sighed.
“Don’t worry” he said “Something will turn up”
But Sara was still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her a hug and five minutes later he had her sitting in the passenger seat, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed and her knickers were hanging from the indicator stalk as his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the seaside foreplay would be over and Sara stopped kissing him and smiled a lusty grin when she opened his fly and went down on him.
But five minutes later he lifted her head from his lap
“Come on then Sara if you want more adventure” he said clambering into the back of the car and sat in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Sara was not a big girl nor was she a tall girl but she had to stoop as she sidled between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, Gary didn’t know nor understood her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.
“God Gary I wasn’t expecting that” Sara said and gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every millimeter of his shaft on the down and Sara’s wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the interior of the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point that his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her hips tightly until she milked him dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“That was better than the dunes” she said “What do you think?”
“Oh yes” he agreed
“So what should we do now” she said wiggling her arse on his lap with him still inside her
“I think we should have some lunch and then see if one of those beach huts are empty” he said and she giggled
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 foul 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”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.
But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
“Let’s go to Sharpington” he suggested “if the weather clears we can do it in the dunes”
“Ok” she agreed not entirely convinced
(Part 02)
The rain hammered down all the way to the coast and Sara thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.
They parked on the sea front facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of hope and Sara sighed.
“Don’t worry” he said “Something will turn up”
But Sara was still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her a hug and five minutes later he had her sitting in the passenger seat, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed and her knickers were hanging from the indicator stalk as his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the seaside foreplay would be over and Sara stopped kissing him and smiled a lusty grin when she opened his fly and went down on him.
But five minutes later he lifted her head from his lap
“Come on then Sara if you want more adventure” he said clambering into the back of the car and sat in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Sara was not a big girl nor was she a tall girl but she had to stoop as she sidled between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, Gary didn’t know nor understood her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.
“God Gary I wasn’t expecting that” Sara said and gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every millimeter of his shaft on the down and Sara’s wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the interior of the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point that his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her hips tightly until she milked him dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“That was better than the dunes” she said “What do you think?”
“Oh yes” he agreed
“So what should we do now” she said wiggling her arse on his lap with him still inside her
“I think we should have some lunch and then see if one of those beach huts are empty” he said and she giggled
Saturday, 27 May 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (111) Lovely Lady Eleanor
The lovely lady Eleanor is a pretty young woman, a sweet dusky maiden with luscious skin the shade of molten chocolate with an exotic scent that makes your head spin and your pulse race, leaving you dizzy with delight.
Her sweet Angelic face, is heavenly framed with rich soft curls,
as black as jet and shiny like a raven’s wing.
She looks at you with soulful eyes, warm and inviting which are brown like burnt sugar and possess a hypnotic quality
Her exquisite nose is small and button like and is the perfect punctuation for her demerara lips, which are softly moist and wear a constant smile playing around them until she unleashes a full-bodied beam and her whole face lights up, bright enough to dazzle a star and making her dark eyes seductively beguiling.
Unintentionally coy and unambiguously sweet elegant lady Eleanor moves gracefully like a cat, while remaining playful as a kitten.
She is delicately limbed and is lithe and lissom with dainty hands and feet, small like those of a child.
She holds her head high with assurance and confidence on her swan like neck which sits symmetrically on sculptured shoulders atop a sleek slender frame, with a tiny waist and narrow hips.
Her small round buttocks, almost like a boys, and her braless breasts sit in perfect parity, small and pert, with nipples sensually erect.
Unimaginably she seems completely unaware of her allure and oblivious to her beauty and the effect she has on men and women alike.
Sceptical of any appeal, incredibly it seems she doesn’t see the woman she has become or the woman she has been for many months.
She has come of age and is to all intents and purposes at ease with herself and she is in no hurry to squander her innocence and her virginity will not be lost casually to someone undeserving.
But perhaps the most wondrous thing about the lovely lady Eleanor is that she will not recognise herself from this description of her and she will think it refers to a stranger, which all adds to the wonderful whole that she is and making her all the more desirable.
Her sweet Angelic face, is heavenly framed with rich soft curls,
as black as jet and shiny like a raven’s wing.
She looks at you with soulful eyes, warm and inviting which are brown like burnt sugar and possess a hypnotic quality
Her exquisite nose is small and button like and is the perfect punctuation for her demerara lips, which are softly moist and wear a constant smile playing around them until she unleashes a full-bodied beam and her whole face lights up, bright enough to dazzle a star and making her dark eyes seductively beguiling.
Unintentionally coy and unambiguously sweet elegant lady Eleanor moves gracefully like a cat, while remaining playful as a kitten.
She is delicately limbed and is lithe and lissom with dainty hands and feet, small like those of a child.
She holds her head high with assurance and confidence on her swan like neck which sits symmetrically on sculptured shoulders atop a sleek slender frame, with a tiny waist and narrow hips.
Her small round buttocks, almost like a boys, and her braless breasts sit in perfect parity, small and pert, with nipples sensually erect.
Unimaginably she seems completely unaware of her allure and oblivious to her beauty and the effect she has on men and women alike.
Sceptical of any appeal, incredibly it seems she doesn’t see the woman she has become or the woman she has been for many months.
She has come of age and is to all intents and purposes at ease with herself and she is in no hurry to squander her innocence and her virginity will not be lost casually to someone undeserving.
But perhaps the most wondrous thing about the lovely lady Eleanor is that she will not recognise herself from this description of her and she will think it refers to a stranger, which all adds to the wonderful whole that she is and making her all the more desirable.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (110) Party Girls
Dan Stone hated office parties, but at Finchbottom Finance it was an annual ritual that apparently had to be endured.
The reason he didn’t like them was that all the really nice girls turned out to have no taste in men whatsoever, the plain homely looking ones turned out to be total sluts and the dead certs apparently had steel drawers.
And it was worse that year because there was one girl that he particularly fancied, Cat Shepherd and he really didn’t want to see what became of her after a few drinks so he went across the street to a bar for a couple of hours and when he returned the party was over.
There were one or two revellers remaining, a middle-aged man called David was unconscious at his desk a girl called Ellie from accounts was throwing up in her waste bin and a plain looking woman from legal called Dorcas was spread-eagled across his bosses’ desk oozing onto the blotter.
And the only thing about the scene that surprised him was that she was clean shaven.
“Same old, same old” he said as he returned to his office from the bar and found Cat Shepherd completely naked and sitting in his leather chair.
“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said
He nodded agreement and promptly undressed after locking the door, before walking towards her where he sat on the edge of his desk in front of her and then Cat looked at him with a leer before leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth.
The reason he didn’t like them was that all the really nice girls turned out to have no taste in men whatsoever, the plain homely looking ones turned out to be total sluts and the dead certs apparently had steel drawers.
And it was worse that year because there was one girl that he particularly fancied, Cat Shepherd and he really didn’t want to see what became of her after a few drinks so he went across the street to a bar for a couple of hours and when he returned the party was over.
There were one or two revellers remaining, a middle-aged man called David was unconscious at his desk a girl called Ellie from accounts was throwing up in her waste bin and a plain looking woman from legal called Dorcas was spread-eagled across his bosses’ desk oozing onto the blotter.
And the only thing about the scene that surprised him was that she was clean shaven.
“Same old, same old” he said as he returned to his office from the bar and found Cat Shepherd completely naked and sitting in his leather chair.
“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said
He nodded agreement and promptly undressed after locking the door, before walking towards her where he sat on the edge of his desk in front of her and then Cat looked at him with a leer before leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (109) The Magnificent Girl in the Army Greens
(Part 01)
In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove left the pub for the short walk to his house.
He walked along the quiet path that wound its way through the small wood and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude, when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he felt a great weight on his chest
“Oh God” he thought, “I’m having a heart attack”
So he closed his eyes and dark thoughts filled his mind.
“Martyn Wingrove” a quiet voice spoke to him and he thought God was calling to him, and his time was over.
But his overwhelming feeling was one of disappointment, he was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with a cultured accent.
“Come on you wuss” the voice said, not very Godly and the weight lifted from his chest and he began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”
He opened his eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but he was on the same path where he fell being addressed by a soldier.
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” he said a little puzzled
Then the soldier removed her hat
“Sharon?” he said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry after a military funeral in the village three weeks earlier and he hadn’t seen her since as she had been at the Downshire Light Infantry barracks in Nettlefield.
“What are you doing here?” he said “You didn’t say you were coming home”
“You didn’t ask” she replied
“No I didn’t,” he acknowledged “but that’s because you said you weren’t coming back for another month”
“I got a four day leave” She explained “before we go on an exercise”
“Where to?” he asked
“I can’t say” Sharon Replied. “Anyway, are you ok?”
“Yes” he said dusting himself down and then she kissed him
“You went down like a girl,” she said laughing hysterically
“In a quiet Downshire village I don’t expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja” he said defensively
She was still laughing when she said
“Are we going back to yours then?”
“Yes but only because I like a bird in uniform” he said and held her hand as they walked back to the house and all the while Sharon was still ribbing him about how easy he went to ground.
Sharon Todd’s uniform was as uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers and battle dress jacket, and he hoped khaki knickers.
But a uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was its contents that he was in love with.
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
(Part 02)
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
“I don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday” and she walked towards him and they kissed.
“We’d better not waste any more time then” he suggested and they kissed some more as he held her firm muscular body in his arms.
“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute
“I think I want you upstairs soldier” he replied “So get up there on the double”
“Yes sir, right away sir”” Sharon said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute and she turned on her heels and ran upstairs and he ran after her discarding clothes as he went.
When he entered the bedroom he was wearing one sock and his pants.
Sharon was stood facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before his eyes.
“This is the kind of exercise I prefer” she said as he removed his errant sock “I’m particularly looking forward to the manoeuvres”
“Me too” he said as he dropped his pants
“Come on then soldier” she responded looking at his erection.
His pants were around his ankles so he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face and she threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he crossed the room and manhandled her onto the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you shag me,” she said and he kissed her and Sharon’s tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Sharon’s arms were around him, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.
Martyn stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple where he licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily and Sharon wriggled beneath him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in his ear.
With a slurp he released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and a flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.
(Part 03)
He climbed off the bed and was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
he reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and then slowly and tantalisingly down her thighs towards her knees and from there they slipped easily passed her ankles.
And there she was completely naked before him but for her dog tags, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it, she just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips as he was about to do the same.
he pushed her knees slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from her navel to her hairy mound and she spread her thigh invitingly and he opened her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as he explored each petal of her savoury flower with his tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Sharon sat up and lifting his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.
As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple headed shaft between her moist lips.
And as soon as he could feel her syrupy liquor around his member she stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, which he hoped wouldn’t be the last.
Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, and it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Her thighs squeezed his hips in response to every thrust but the sexy soldier was tiring and she released her grip around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him however and her legs were wrapped around his arse.
Sharon’s head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands grasping handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled.
He slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Sharon roared as he jerked inside her
“Wow” he said to the panting creature beneath him and Sharon giggled between the panting and her pussy jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.
“God I love you soldier” he said
“I love you too, you wuss” she responded and laughed again
And in the afterglow on that afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay tonight?” She asked
“Of course hon” he replied and kissed her
“Good” she said and they fell asleep, but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
In the village of Sharping-St-Mary only a few miles from Purplemere, Martyn Wingrove left the pub for the short walk to his house.
He walked along the quiet path that wound its way through the small wood and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude, when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he felt a great weight on his chest
“Oh God” he thought, “I’m having a heart attack”
So he closed his eyes and dark thoughts filled his mind.
“Martyn Wingrove” a quiet voice spoke to him and he thought God was calling to him, and his time was over.
But his overwhelming feeling was one of disappointment, he was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with a cultured accent.
“Come on you wuss” the voice said, not very Godly and the weight lifted from his chest and he began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”
He opened his eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but he was on the same path where he fell being addressed by a soldier.
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” he said a little puzzled
Then the soldier removed her hat
“Sharon?” he said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
Sharon Todd was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry after a military funeral in the village three weeks earlier and he hadn’t seen her since as she had been at the Downshire Light Infantry barracks in Nettlefield.
“What are you doing here?” he said “You didn’t say you were coming home”
“You didn’t ask” she replied
“No I didn’t,” he acknowledged “but that’s because you said you weren’t coming back for another month”
“I got a four day leave” She explained “before we go on an exercise”
“Where to?” he asked
“I can’t say” Sharon Replied. “Anyway, are you ok?”
“Yes” he said dusting himself down and then she kissed him
“You went down like a girl,” she said laughing hysterically
“In a quiet Downshire village I don’t expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja” he said defensively
She was still laughing when she said
“Are we going back to yours then?”
“Yes but only because I like a bird in uniform” he said and held her hand as they walked back to the house and all the while Sharon was still ribbing him about how easy he went to ground.
Sharon Todd’s uniform was as uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers and battle dress jacket, and he hoped khaki knickers.
But a uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was its contents that he was in love with.
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
(Part 02)
He opened the door and let Sharon inside and she immediately bent down and began unlacing her boots.
And while she was doing that he went in the hall to hang up his coat and slip his shoes off.
But when he went back in the kitchen Sharon was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” he thought, as he looked her over
“I don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday” and she walked towards him and they kissed.
“We’d better not waste any more time then” he suggested and they kissed some more as he held her firm muscular body in his arms.
“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute
“I think I want you upstairs soldier” he replied “So get up there on the double”
“Yes sir, right away sir”” Sharon said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute and she turned on her heels and ran upstairs and he ran after her discarding clothes as he went.
When he entered the bedroom he was wearing one sock and his pants.
Sharon was stood facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before his eyes.
“This is the kind of exercise I prefer” she said as he removed his errant sock “I’m particularly looking forward to the manoeuvres”
“Me too” he said as he dropped his pants
“Come on then soldier” she responded looking at his erection.
His pants were around his ankles so he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face and she threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he crossed the room and manhandled her onto the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you shag me,” she said and he kissed her and Sharon’s tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Sharon’s arms were around him, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.
Martyn stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple where he licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily and Sharon wriggled beneath him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in his ear.
With a slurp he released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and a flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.
(Part 03)
He climbed off the bed and was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
he reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and then slowly and tantalisingly down her thighs towards her knees and from there they slipped easily passed her ankles.
And there she was completely naked before him but for her dog tags, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it, she just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips as he was about to do the same.
he pushed her knees slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from her navel to her hairy mound and she spread her thigh invitingly and he opened her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as he explored each petal of her savoury flower with his tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Sharon sat up and lifting his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.
As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple headed shaft between her moist lips.
And as soon as he could feel her syrupy liquor around his member she stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, which he hoped wouldn’t be the last.
Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, and it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Her thighs squeezed his hips in response to every thrust but the sexy soldier was tiring and she released her grip around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him however and her legs were wrapped around his arse.
Sharon’s head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands grasping handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled.
He slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Sharon roared as he jerked inside her
“Wow” he said to the panting creature beneath him and Sharon giggled between the panting and her pussy jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.
“God I love you soldier” he said
“I love you too, you wuss” she responded and laughed again
And in the afterglow on that afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay tonight?” She asked
“Of course hon” he replied and kissed her
“Good” she said and they fell asleep, but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
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