Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy flashed him a side ward’s glance from beneath the black lace of her Mantilla and in return he gave her a more appraising look altogether, focusing on the curvaceous figure beneath her conservative Sunday dress.
Her eyes flashed up again, a lingering languid glance which spoke volumes of her being very much a woman and not the putative girl her parents would have her be still.
She was the centre of his admiration, and he was hers as they saw recognition in each other’s eyes, no words were spoken everything was intuit and with amative study and libidinous perusal, the girl was his object of pulchritude and he was her beloved swain.
All at once they had to separate and the spell was broken until their reunion, for they were not strangers first met on those church steps.
However the last time he had looked in to the eyes of the young woman in the black lace Mantilla she was wearing black lace of a very different kind.
Monday, 12 June 2017
Sunday, 11 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (155) The Hospitable Miss Kirby
(Part 01)
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
Due to the blizzard the roads were closed and 40 year old Tony Malley couldn’t get home and he was stranded in Dulcet St Mary with nowhere to stay for the night and on top of which he was depressed and lonely.
Colin Ash the curate at St Marys knew of a solution to his vagrancy and Colin knew that his landlady had the cure for his other ills as well because he’d been on the receiving end himself.
“Come with me” he said “Miss Kirby will fix you up”
“Are you sure?” Tony asked
“Very sure” he replied
They trudged their way together from the church to Virginia’s house through the falling snow.
“Here we are” Colin said as he unlocked the door
“I just need to change, if you wait in the lounge I’ll join you shortly”
“Ok” he concurred and he opened the door to the lounge as Colin climbed the stairs smiling broadly.
(Part 02)
The room was in total darkness but he fancied he could hear the faintest of sounds and possibly even breathing.
He groped along the wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on.
A skinny middle aged woman was sat in a large over stuffed armchair.
In a state of near undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm and she was happily pleasuring herself.
Her eyes were wide open and looking straight at him but behaved in a way a woman would if she was quite alone as she fingered herself without a care.
Tony found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one delicious moan after another he could plainly see the contours of her hand through her black panties in its animated probing of her own pussy as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at the moist flesh.
He stood watching open mouthed at the erotic tableaux before him, he thought Miss Kirby was supposed to be an old maid, who’d been left on the shelf, a dried up old spinster.
But dried up she certainly was not judging by the sound her fingers were making between her lips as she finished herself.
“You must be Mr Malley” she said licking the grease from her fingers
“Miss Kirby?” he said
“Yes” she replied with a smile “Not the “Virginal Virginia” you were expecting”
“No”
“Are you disappointed?” she asked as her hand went back inside her pants
“Not at all” he replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his engorged cock.
Virginia smiled and slowly slipped off her black panties and then knelt in the chair with her moist minge facing him.
Tony needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing homely about this old maid he had penetrated.
After a suitable interval Colin Ash returned down stairs, he could hear that things had progressed, he knew from personal experience what Virginia sounded like when she was being an obliging landlady, but he couldn’t resist peeking into the lounge before he returned to the church.
He smiled as he pushed the door quietly open a crack and saw Virginia kneeling in the chair, gripping the chair back and moaning loudly as Tony Malley stood behind, holding her skinny hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.
As Colin suspected Virginia’s particular brand of hospitality had cured Mr Malley’s ills and as a result he enjoyed his time in Dulcet St Mary so much, or more precisely his time in Virginia, that he stayed two days after the roads had reopened.
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
Due to the blizzard the roads were closed and 40 year old Tony Malley couldn’t get home and he was stranded in Dulcet St Mary with nowhere to stay for the night and on top of which he was depressed and lonely.
Colin Ash the curate at St Marys knew of a solution to his vagrancy and Colin knew that his landlady had the cure for his other ills as well because he’d been on the receiving end himself.
“Come with me” he said “Miss Kirby will fix you up”
“Are you sure?” Tony asked
“Very sure” he replied
They trudged their way together from the church to Virginia’s house through the falling snow.
“Here we are” Colin said as he unlocked the door
“I just need to change, if you wait in the lounge I’ll join you shortly”
“Ok” he concurred and he opened the door to the lounge as Colin climbed the stairs smiling broadly.
(Part 02)
The room was in total darkness but he fancied he could hear the faintest of sounds and possibly even breathing.
He groped along the wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on.
A skinny middle aged woman was sat in a large over stuffed armchair.
In a state of near undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm and she was happily pleasuring herself.
Her eyes were wide open and looking straight at him but behaved in a way a woman would if she was quite alone as she fingered herself without a care.
Tony found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one delicious moan after another he could plainly see the contours of her hand through her black panties in its animated probing of her own pussy as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at the moist flesh.
He stood watching open mouthed at the erotic tableaux before him, he thought Miss Kirby was supposed to be an old maid, who’d been left on the shelf, a dried up old spinster.
But dried up she certainly was not judging by the sound her fingers were making between her lips as she finished herself.
“You must be Mr Malley” she said licking the grease from her fingers
“Miss Kirby?” he said
“Yes” she replied with a smile “Not the “Virginal Virginia” you were expecting”
“No”
“Are you disappointed?” she asked as her hand went back inside her pants
“Not at all” he replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his engorged cock.
Virginia smiled and slowly slipped off her black panties and then knelt in the chair with her moist minge facing him.
Tony needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing homely about this old maid he had penetrated.
After a suitable interval Colin Ash returned down stairs, he could hear that things had progressed, he knew from personal experience what Virginia sounded like when she was being an obliging landlady, but he couldn’t resist peeking into the lounge before he returned to the church.
He smiled as he pushed the door quietly open a crack and saw Virginia kneeling in the chair, gripping the chair back and moaning loudly as Tony Malley stood behind, holding her skinny hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.
As Colin suspected Virginia’s particular brand of hospitality had cured Mr Malley’s ills and as a result he enjoyed his time in Dulcet St Mary so much, or more precisely his time in Virginia, that he stayed two days after the roads had reopened.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (154) The St Patricks Day 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 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”.
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
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was why they found themselves back there in March for the big St Patrick’s Day extravaganza at Maxlin’s holiday camp.
But it wasn’t Maxlin’s where they had their most exhilarating St Patrick’s Day Adventure.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sara went to Sharpington for the St Patricks day Parade.
That particular year was the 10th annual parade and it was getting bigger every year and ran the length of the promenade, and it was very busy and very noisy and a prime candidate for their Adventurous lust.
Because Parade day was so busy they drove over the night before and Gary parked as close as he could to the promenade at a little after 2 am.
Unlike their previous missions in Sharpington they had no idea quite how they were going to get their rocks off, they would just have to take any opportunity that presented itself.
And because they had no plan as such they had to dress for any eventuality, so no satin dresses or silk stockings or high heels for Sara and no smart suit for Gary.
So they were about robust and practical but most important of all easily removed when necessary.
They wandered around Sharpington for about an hour and found the all the floats parked in the Football Stadium car park with only the scantest security.
“Guess where we’re sleeping tonight” Sara said
They sneaked into the car park and looked for a suitable float that would suit their needs and after about 15 minutes they found it.
It was the ATM float, and they were an American Christian organisation that promoted “Abstinence Till Marriage”.
It was absolutely perfect for their purpose, it was all a mass of fibre glass, all white and pure and adorned with swans and Angels and little pedestal thrones for the little maids to sit on while the men in the crowd look on picturing them naked or with their balls resting on the virgins chins.
On either side, at the cab end of the float, large LED screens were mounted that would display propaganda about why young girls should keep their legs crossed.
But behind the screens was a large void which would more than suit the adventurer’s purpose.
They climbed up the side of the cab and dropped down into void and Gary turned on his torch to check out their surroundings
“This will do nicely” he pronounced and then he shone his light on Sara and added “And so will you”
“You smooth talking bastard” she retorted and then she noticed the beam of his torch had lingered on her crotch.
“What are you doing?”
“Your joggers are damp” he stated, so she looked down and could see in the torchlight a dark patch on her grey joggers.
“I can’t help it” she said very childlike “It’s exciting”
“Then I suggest we get in the sleeping bag so I can fuck your exited little arse off”
(Part 03)
After their long and exhausting fuck they slept soundly in the sleeping bag and when he woke up the float was moving.
“Wake up Sara” he said
“What?” she said sleepily
“Wake up” he said “We’re on the move”
“Well you certainly are” she responded grabbing his early riser and tugging on it before ducking her head inside the sleeping bag and taking his cock in her mouth.
“God I love you Sara” he sighed and a second later her head appeared from its cocoon and she gave him a wet lipped smile
“I love you too” she said and then she returned to her breakfast.
Five minutes later he urged her to desist and they wriggled free of the sleeping bag and redressed and stopped to eat sandwiches and take on some fluids in the form of energy drinks before the party really got going and packed their stuff away in the back packs just in case they needed to make a quick getaway.
Sara was wearing a tight fitting pink vest top that really defined her cute breasts and in the cool morning March air her nipples were so erect Gary thought they might actually burst through the fabric.
On her bottom half she had on the grey joggers from the night before.
“You do realize you’re going to have a wet patch in those again” he pointed out
“I’d better” she said and thrust her hand down his own joggers and grabbed his cock roughly.
“I promise” he said and slid his hands inside her joggers and squeezed her cheeks and then added “Are you ever going to wear knickers again?”
“Only when I have too” she replied
“Cool” he said and kissed her, but she pushed him backwards until he was sitting on a tool chest and Sara was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her striking serpent like tongue in and out of his rapidly, her limpet lips sealed over his, as her flared nostrils snorted in air.
His hands still grasped her firm buttocks and then he chose that moment to pull them down to her knees.
Gary then steered her fit bod until she was sitting on his lap.
Her tits looked gorgeous in her pink top but he decided he would fondled them later.
Sara wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hands headed downward and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her bush where they paused briefly on her prominent mound before slipping into the creamy abyss of her hot juicy pussy.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck murmuring and moaning as he stroked her gorgeous moist flower until she came and in an instant Sara was up off his lap and rushed into the corner of the void and bent over.
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
(Part 04)
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
“They are in my fantasy” she replied and she wriggled forward so she could get a better view of her fantasy audience through the gap in the fiberglass.
Gary’s lustful gaze was on her moist pink pussy that had opened like a clamshell for him.
He got to his feet and approached her but Sara was stooped over too low for him to easily penetrate her so he reached an arm around her midriff and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted the horny little cow off the ground and delivered her moist and inviting pussy up to cock height and accompanied by an appreciative moan from Sara he penetrated her.
While he supported her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, Sara obligingly wrapped her legs around his and crossed her ankles behind him and began moaning uncontrollably as he pumped her pussy.
With the intense motion her pink top had rolled up her torso and liberated her tits which jiggled invitingly but regrettably he couldn’t take them in hand as he still had hold of her round the midriff and had grabbed hold of a stanchion with the other.
Sara was grunting louder with each successive thrust he gave her and her head was rolling wildly from side to side as she began roaring, almost as loud as the crowd she was watching, as she was on the threshold of bliss and then she let out a long loud triumphant roar as she went rigid and his cock spasm’d inside her.
The Adventurous pair stayed motionless for several minutes breathing hard and sweating until Sara chuckled and said between pants
“Don’t you just love a parade?”
“God yes” he replied as he pulled slowly out of quivering quim causing her to let out a long satisfying sigh.
They then sat on the tool chest and gathered themselves and Gary looked up to see they were just passing the Sharpington Fun House and he realized that the parade had only just reached halfway.
That fact was problematic because having done their dirty deed they would have to wait until the end of the Parade before they could make their escape unseen.
Gary sat on the tool chest pondering and watched Sara putting her clothes back on, in particular he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties.
He had not begun to redress and watching sexy Sara had begun to stir the beast, which had not gone entirely unnoticed by Sara.
“Well we are just half way” he said “So what are we going to do now?”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she said sinking to her knees and engulfing his juice covered cock in her mouth
“You’re cock mad you are” he said “Thank God”
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”.
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
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlin’s holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was why they found themselves back there in March for the big St Patrick’s Day extravaganza at Maxlin’s holiday camp.
But it wasn’t Maxlin’s where they had their most exhilarating St Patrick’s Day Adventure.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sara went to Sharpington for the St Patricks day Parade.
That particular year was the 10th annual parade and it was getting bigger every year and ran the length of the promenade, and it was very busy and very noisy and a prime candidate for their Adventurous lust.
Because Parade day was so busy they drove over the night before and Gary parked as close as he could to the promenade at a little after 2 am.
Unlike their previous missions in Sharpington they had no idea quite how they were going to get their rocks off, they would just have to take any opportunity that presented itself.
And because they had no plan as such they had to dress for any eventuality, so no satin dresses or silk stockings or high heels for Sara and no smart suit for Gary.
So they were about robust and practical but most important of all easily removed when necessary.
They wandered around Sharpington for about an hour and found the all the floats parked in the Football Stadium car park with only the scantest security.
“Guess where we’re sleeping tonight” Sara said
They sneaked into the car park and looked for a suitable float that would suit their needs and after about 15 minutes they found it.
It was the ATM float, and they were an American Christian organisation that promoted “Abstinence Till Marriage”.
It was absolutely perfect for their purpose, it was all a mass of fibre glass, all white and pure and adorned with swans and Angels and little pedestal thrones for the little maids to sit on while the men in the crowd look on picturing them naked or with their balls resting on the virgins chins.
On either side, at the cab end of the float, large LED screens were mounted that would display propaganda about why young girls should keep their legs crossed.
But behind the screens was a large void which would more than suit the adventurer’s purpose.
They climbed up the side of the cab and dropped down into void and Gary turned on his torch to check out their surroundings
“This will do nicely” he pronounced and then he shone his light on Sara and added “And so will you”
“You smooth talking bastard” she retorted and then she noticed the beam of his torch had lingered on her crotch.
“What are you doing?”
“Your joggers are damp” he stated, so she looked down and could see in the torchlight a dark patch on her grey joggers.
“I can’t help it” she said very childlike “It’s exciting”
“Then I suggest we get in the sleeping bag so I can fuck your exited little arse off”
(Part 03)
After their long and exhausting fuck they slept soundly in the sleeping bag and when he woke up the float was moving.
“Wake up Sara” he said
“What?” she said sleepily
“Wake up” he said “We’re on the move”
“Well you certainly are” she responded grabbing his early riser and tugging on it before ducking her head inside the sleeping bag and taking his cock in her mouth.
“God I love you Sara” he sighed and a second later her head appeared from its cocoon and she gave him a wet lipped smile
“I love you too” she said and then she returned to her breakfast.
Five minutes later he urged her to desist and they wriggled free of the sleeping bag and redressed and stopped to eat sandwiches and take on some fluids in the form of energy drinks before the party really got going and packed their stuff away in the back packs just in case they needed to make a quick getaway.
Sara was wearing a tight fitting pink vest top that really defined her cute breasts and in the cool morning March air her nipples were so erect Gary thought they might actually burst through the fabric.
On her bottom half she had on the grey joggers from the night before.
“You do realize you’re going to have a wet patch in those again” he pointed out
“I’d better” she said and thrust her hand down his own joggers and grabbed his cock roughly.
“I promise” he said and slid his hands inside her joggers and squeezed her cheeks and then added “Are you ever going to wear knickers again?”
“Only when I have too” she replied
“Cool” he said and kissed her, but she pushed him backwards until he was sitting on a tool chest and Sara was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her striking serpent like tongue in and out of his rapidly, her limpet lips sealed over his, as her flared nostrils snorted in air.
His hands still grasped her firm buttocks and then he chose that moment to pull them down to her knees.
Gary then steered her fit bod until she was sitting on his lap.
Her tits looked gorgeous in her pink top but he decided he would fondled them later.
Sara wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hands headed downward and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her bush where they paused briefly on her prominent mound before slipping into the creamy abyss of her hot juicy pussy.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck murmuring and moaning as he stroked her gorgeous moist flower until she came and in an instant Sara was up off his lap and rushed into the corner of the void and bent over.
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
(Part 04)
“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
“They are in my fantasy” she replied and she wriggled forward so she could get a better view of her fantasy audience through the gap in the fiberglass.
Gary’s lustful gaze was on her moist pink pussy that had opened like a clamshell for him.
He got to his feet and approached her but Sara was stooped over too low for him to easily penetrate her so he reached an arm around her midriff and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted the horny little cow off the ground and delivered her moist and inviting pussy up to cock height and accompanied by an appreciative moan from Sara he penetrated her.
While he supported her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, Sara obligingly wrapped her legs around his and crossed her ankles behind him and began moaning uncontrollably as he pumped her pussy.
With the intense motion her pink top had rolled up her torso and liberated her tits which jiggled invitingly but regrettably he couldn’t take them in hand as he still had hold of her round the midriff and had grabbed hold of a stanchion with the other.
Sara was grunting louder with each successive thrust he gave her and her head was rolling wildly from side to side as she began roaring, almost as loud as the crowd she was watching, as she was on the threshold of bliss and then she let out a long loud triumphant roar as she went rigid and his cock spasm’d inside her.
The Adventurous pair stayed motionless for several minutes breathing hard and sweating until Sara chuckled and said between pants
“Don’t you just love a parade?”
“God yes” he replied as he pulled slowly out of quivering quim causing her to let out a long satisfying sigh.
They then sat on the tool chest and gathered themselves and Gary looked up to see they were just passing the Sharpington Fun House and he realized that the parade had only just reached halfway.
That fact was problematic because having done their dirty deed they would have to wait until the end of the Parade before they could make their escape unseen.
Gary sat on the tool chest pondering and watched Sara putting her clothes back on, in particular he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties.
He had not begun to redress and watching sexy Sara had begun to stir the beast, which had not gone entirely unnoticed by Sara.
“Well we are just half way” he said “So what are we going to do now?”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she said sinking to her knees and engulfing his juice covered cock in her mouth
“You’re cock mad you are” he said “Thank God”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (153) The Girl in the Second Hand Clothes
(Part 01)
Oliver Key stood on the platform at Millmoor station in the inclement weather as the Childean train arrived.
Once on the train he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or the motion of the train would give him an erection.
Neither of which was entirely uncommon for a teenager even if his teenage years were nearly at an end.
As it turned out he got a hard on and then fell asleep, it was a fitful sleep full of erotic images and lusty dreams.
The result of which was that he had a much larger erection when he awoke than when he dropped off.
The good news was that they were only about five minutes from Childean, he checked his watch and he was sure he would easily make the connection for Shallowfield.
But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, and when they eventually got going again it meant meeting his connection was going to be a very close shave indeed.
As the train pulled into Childean station it was raining hard, very hard.
Luckily the connecting train was still there on the adjacent platform but Oliver could hear whistles blowing so he had to sprint across the platform to get on board and out of the rain again and he made it with only seconds to spare before the train pulled out.
He was in the last carriage, which meant he would disembark at Shallowfield on the uncovered section of the platform.
This was easily remedied by walking through to another carriage further along, but he couldn’t be asked.
He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the short duration of the journey.
That was until a rain soaked figure in a blue hooded cagoule appeared dripping water everywhere including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.
Realising what they had done the figure turned around.
“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile
“Oh Oliver”
He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.
It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.
Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feeble said.
“Hello”
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
(Part 02)
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
Rachel McCaffrey was the eldest child of his next door neighbour’s.
She was a year older than him and worked three jobs as she was the only breadwinner for the family which was why she was always so shabbily dressed as all her clothes came from charity shops.
Oliver had always liked her despite that and had asked her out several times but she was always too busy with her jobs and looking after her widowed mother and three younger siblings.
She threw her wet cagoule down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the train jerked and she fell onto Oliver’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him with her buttocks and scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said and as she did so he was able to detect the faint aroma of perfume.
The train lurched once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the train lurched again and she fell onto his lap.
This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he tried to aid her ascent by grabbing her bum with the intention of pushing her up but instead he ended up caressing her arse and feeling every inch of its curve then suddenly she made a renewed attempt to escape.
“Sorry” she said again
“Stop apologizing Rach” he chastised her and he sat her on the seat beside him.
“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “you have a very nice arse by the way”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing
“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time, he leant over and kissed her which at first she resisted but then reciprocated with interest but then she stopped abruptly and looked around the carriage, it was much busier than she was comfortable with.
“Too many people eh”
She nodded
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
(Part 03)
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
Oliver hadn’t come across a lot of vests, it was one area of female apparel that he had found lacking in his limited experience.
But getting “in it” he had every intention of doing so quite undeterred his hands sought out her tits and found them braless and her nipples aroused beneath the cotton.
He was still figuring out how to get on the other side of her vest when the driver announced they were approaching Shallowfield station.
“That’s our stop,” she said
“I don’t want to stop” he replied
Rachel didn’t say anything but blushed scarlet which told him she didn’t want to stop either.
Reluctantly they returned to their seats and donned their coats.
But as they were waiting for the doors to open Rachel said.
“I don’t want to stop either”
“Good” he said but wasn’t sure how it would help.
It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm raging to accompany it, so outdoor courting was out of the question, her house was a nonstarter and so was his.
As soon as the doors opened everyone scurried for cover and the exit, Rachel and Oliver were at the back of the pack.
He was thinking about how he might get inside her vest and she was looking around and as they first got under cover she suddenly pulled him sideways and he found himself outside the disabled toilet where Rachel opened the door and pulled him inside.
He bolted the door and the second the lock snapped shut he heard the rustle of Rachel’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she kissed him hard on the mouth and he finally got in-between Rachel and her vest.
Apart from a good deal of kissing and being rewarded for his efforts in infiltrating her vest where he cupped her lovely breasts, nothing else happened even though they both felt a burning desire to do so, neither of them wanted to consummate their want in a public toilet.
So they waited until the next train pulled in and joined the rear of the throng of passengers.
“This is exciting” Rachel said and giggled and held his hand.
They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate and three days later he removed the second hand clothes, including the cotton vest, from her lovely body and made love to her in his bed.
Oliver Key stood on the platform at Millmoor station in the inclement weather as the Childean train arrived.
Once on the train he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or the motion of the train would give him an erection.
Neither of which was entirely uncommon for a teenager even if his teenage years were nearly at an end.
As it turned out he got a hard on and then fell asleep, it was a fitful sleep full of erotic images and lusty dreams.
The result of which was that he had a much larger erection when he awoke than when he dropped off.
The good news was that they were only about five minutes from Childean, he checked his watch and he was sure he would easily make the connection for Shallowfield.
But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, and when they eventually got going again it meant meeting his connection was going to be a very close shave indeed.
As the train pulled into Childean station it was raining hard, very hard.
Luckily the connecting train was still there on the adjacent platform but Oliver could hear whistles blowing so he had to sprint across the platform to get on board and out of the rain again and he made it with only seconds to spare before the train pulled out.
He was in the last carriage, which meant he would disembark at Shallowfield on the uncovered section of the platform.
This was easily remedied by walking through to another carriage further along, but he couldn’t be asked.
He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the short duration of the journey.
That was until a rain soaked figure in a blue hooded cagoule appeared dripping water everywhere including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.
Realising what they had done the figure turned around.
“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile
“Oh Oliver”
He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.
It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.
Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feeble said.
“Hello”
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
(Part 02)
The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.
“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”
Rachel McCaffrey was the eldest child of his next door neighbour’s.
She was a year older than him and worked three jobs as she was the only breadwinner for the family which was why she was always so shabbily dressed as all her clothes came from charity shops.
Oliver had always liked her despite that and had asked her out several times but she was always too busy with her jobs and looking after her widowed mother and three younger siblings.
She threw her wet cagoule down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the train jerked and she fell onto Oliver’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him with her buttocks and scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said and as she did so he was able to detect the faint aroma of perfume.
The train lurched once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the train lurched again and she fell onto his lap.
This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he tried to aid her ascent by grabbing her bum with the intention of pushing her up but instead he ended up caressing her arse and feeling every inch of its curve then suddenly she made a renewed attempt to escape.
“Sorry” she said again
“Stop apologizing Rach” he chastised her and he sat her on the seat beside him.
“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “you have a very nice arse by the way”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing
“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time, he leant over and kissed her which at first she resisted but then reciprocated with interest but then she stopped abruptly and looked around the carriage, it was much busier than she was comfortable with.
“Too many people eh”
She nodded
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
(Part 03)
Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.
Oliver hadn’t come across a lot of vests, it was one area of female apparel that he had found lacking in his limited experience.
But getting “in it” he had every intention of doing so quite undeterred his hands sought out her tits and found them braless and her nipples aroused beneath the cotton.
He was still figuring out how to get on the other side of her vest when the driver announced they were approaching Shallowfield station.
“That’s our stop,” she said
“I don’t want to stop” he replied
Rachel didn’t say anything but blushed scarlet which told him she didn’t want to stop either.
Reluctantly they returned to their seats and donned their coats.
But as they were waiting for the doors to open Rachel said.
“I don’t want to stop either”
“Good” he said but wasn’t sure how it would help.
It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm raging to accompany it, so outdoor courting was out of the question, her house was a nonstarter and so was his.
As soon as the doors opened everyone scurried for cover and the exit, Rachel and Oliver were at the back of the pack.
He was thinking about how he might get inside her vest and she was looking around and as they first got under cover she suddenly pulled him sideways and he found himself outside the disabled toilet where Rachel opened the door and pulled him inside.
He bolted the door and the second the lock snapped shut he heard the rustle of Rachel’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she kissed him hard on the mouth and he finally got in-between Rachel and her vest.
Apart from a good deal of kissing and being rewarded for his efforts in infiltrating her vest where he cupped her lovely breasts, nothing else happened even though they both felt a burning desire to do so, neither of them wanted to consummate their want in a public toilet.
So they waited until the next train pulled in and joined the rear of the throng of passengers.
“This is exciting” Rachel said and giggled and held his hand.
They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate and three days later he removed the second hand clothes, including the cotton vest, from her lovely body and made love to her in his bed.
Saturday, 10 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (152) Indecent Proposal
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village, he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
But the circumstances under which he encountered Kim Werner were slightly different.
She was neither a guest, not staff or a local cougar she was the vicars daughter and she was only 17.
Kim had been trying to get Gary into bed since the moment he arrived in Clayton but he had resisted her allure.
The reason for that was not that she wasn’t actractive, she was very, she was a petite brunette, with a beautiful face and tidy body.
Nor was it her age, he had bedded plenty of 17 and 18 year olds in his time and would doubtless have a good many more.
His issue with her was the fact she was the vicars innocent daughter and he thought it would be a step too far, so he kept dodging her less than suttle advances.
(Part 02)
Gary managed to dodge Kim’s less than suttle advances for six months without too much difficulty but she became bolder and bolder until one day when he had been for meal at The Old Mill in Mornington and walked over to his car and found Kim sitting in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing here?” he asked
“I was just passing” she replied
“You have to stop doing this” he said and got into the driver’s seat.
But when he got in the car he noticed she was wearing a pink and white top but was completely naked from the waist down.
“Can we go now?” she asked and put her left foot up on the dash board.
“For God’s sake Kim cover yourself up”
“Why, don’t you like what you see?”
“That’s not the problem” he said “Someone will see”
“Then take me somewhere else” Kim said coyly
“How many times do I have to say it, no” he said
“Now cover yourself up and I’ll take you home”
“I don’t want to go home” she replied “but you can “take me”“
“Stop!” he snapped
“Why? What’s wrong with me?” she said angrily
“You have absolutely no morals whatsoever and you shag anyone and everyone” she retorted “So why not me?”
“What do you mean?” he asked
“You don’t need to get defensive, it’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said matter of factly “and I know you are so don’t bother trying to deny it, I even know who a lot of them are,”
“I think someone has been spreading rumours” he said defensively
“If they were only rumours I wouldn’t be interested in shagging you” she said
Gary went to speak but Kim stopped him by adding
“And as I say I don’t care who you shag as long as you never touch my sisters, or my mother”
And then almost as an afterthought she said “Or my Aunt Beth”
“Isnt she the one with the moustach?” he asked and she laughed
“Yes but she has great tits” Kim pointed out
Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust and he hadn’t even considered her Mother or moustache Pete for that matter.
He was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of one of the barmaids collecting glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat in his direction.
“So all I want is your undivided attention” she said and punched him
“Sorry” he said
“That’s ok, you can look at her fanny” she said “as long as when you get an erection, I get it”
“Well someone will” he said
“Why not me?” she said angrily
“You’re too young” he said
“Rubbish I’m 18 so its not illegal”
“And I’m 33 so it may not be illegal but its certainly immoral” he pointed out
“Why? Its not as iff I’m a virgin” she said and he looked shocked
“What? you thought because I’m a Vicars duaghter that I was all virginal and pure?” she scoffed
“Well yes” he said
“Really? Well I haven’t been a pure Christian maid since I was 13” she confessed
“So now can we go somewhere and fuck?” she asked and
Gary replied by starting the engine.
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village, he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
But the circumstances under which he encountered Kim Werner were slightly different.
She was neither a guest, not staff or a local cougar she was the vicars daughter and she was only 17.
Kim had been trying to get Gary into bed since the moment he arrived in Clayton but he had resisted her allure.
The reason for that was not that she wasn’t actractive, she was very, she was a petite brunette, with a beautiful face and tidy body.
Nor was it her age, he had bedded plenty of 17 and 18 year olds in his time and would doubtless have a good many more.
His issue with her was the fact she was the vicars innocent daughter and he thought it would be a step too far, so he kept dodging her less than suttle advances.
(Part 02)
Gary managed to dodge Kim’s less than suttle advances for six months without too much difficulty but she became bolder and bolder until one day when he had been for meal at The Old Mill in Mornington and walked over to his car and found Kim sitting in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing here?” he asked
“I was just passing” she replied
“You have to stop doing this” he said and got into the driver’s seat.
But when he got in the car he noticed she was wearing a pink and white top but was completely naked from the waist down.
“Can we go now?” she asked and put her left foot up on the dash board.
“For God’s sake Kim cover yourself up”
“Why, don’t you like what you see?”
“That’s not the problem” he said “Someone will see”
“Then take me somewhere else” Kim said coyly
“How many times do I have to say it, no” he said
“Now cover yourself up and I’ll take you home”
“I don’t want to go home” she replied “but you can “take me”“
“Stop!” he snapped
“Why? What’s wrong with me?” she said angrily
“You have absolutely no morals whatsoever and you shag anyone and everyone” she retorted “So why not me?”
“What do you mean?” he asked
“You don’t need to get defensive, it’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said matter of factly “and I know you are so don’t bother trying to deny it, I even know who a lot of them are,”
“I think someone has been spreading rumours” he said defensively
“If they were only rumours I wouldn’t be interested in shagging you” she said
Gary went to speak but Kim stopped him by adding
“And as I say I don’t care who you shag as long as you never touch my sisters, or my mother”
And then almost as an afterthought she said “Or my Aunt Beth”
“Isnt she the one with the moustach?” he asked and she laughed
“Yes but she has great tits” Kim pointed out
Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust and he hadn’t even considered her Mother or moustache Pete for that matter.
He was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of one of the barmaids collecting glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat in his direction.
“So all I want is your undivided attention” she said and punched him
“Sorry” he said
“That’s ok, you can look at her fanny” she said “as long as when you get an erection, I get it”
“Well someone will” he said
“Why not me?” she said angrily
“You’re too young” he said
“Rubbish I’m 18 so its not illegal”
“And I’m 33 so it may not be illegal but its certainly immoral” he pointed out
“Why? Its not as iff I’m a virgin” she said and he looked shocked
“What? you thought because I’m a Vicars duaghter that I was all virginal and pure?” she scoffed
“Well yes” he said
“Really? Well I haven’t been a pure Christian maid since I was 13” she confessed
“So now can we go somewhere and fuck?” she asked and
Gary replied by starting the engine.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (151) A Study in Scarlet
(Part 01)
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
So being at a large Hospital Molly came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on Paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time.
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the gorgeous doctors knickers, Molly made no secret of the fact that she desperately wanted to, to Dr Jones and made it clear that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear.
Although she accepted that she would never see Polly in them, just the thought of her wearing the slutty scantie’s turned her on so much that she flicked herself off halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then she blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she had to go and flick herself off in the ladies and almost forgot to open her own gift.
(Part 02)
When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
What she didn’t know at the time was that firstly the gift was from Polly and secondly it was merely a device to lure Molly to the Spa where she noshed on her hairless pussy in the sauna.
Suffice is to say that following that they spent most of their time enjoying each other rather than the extensive menu that the Spa had to offer.
Unfortunately in the weeks following the Spa break there was no repeat of the intimacy between them and Molly had to content herself with Samantha, who compared to Polly Jones was definitely second best, by quite a distance.
She didn’t even get to see much of Polly at work due to their shift patterns so she was delighted when she got a phone call from her on Friday afternoon even though it was a bit matter of fact.
“Can you do me a favour Molly?” she asked
“Sure”
“I left my phone in my desk drawer” she explained
“Ok”
“Could you be a honey and drop it off on your way home?”
“No problem” Molly said
“Great, I’ll see you later then, bye”
Molly went to her desk and retrieved the phone and then she switched it on and was surprised to find that the password was disabled so she slipped it in her pocket and took it to the ladies, and sat in a cubicle and fingered herself as she looked at Polly’s nude selfies.
After her shift ended she went to the ladies again and freshened herself up and then she drove to Polly’s house.
She parked on the paved drive and walked to the door, she was just about to knock when it opened and Derek came out.
“Oh hi Molly” he said “she’s in the study, bye”
“Ok bye”
She had been to the house once before and knew where the study was so she closed the front door and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.
“Come in” Polly called, so she opened the door and stepped in and Polly was sat behind the desk in the big leather reclining chair but had her back to the door.
“Hi Poll I’ve got your phone”
“Thanks, I’ve got something for you too” she replied and swung the chair around to reveal that she was wearing the slutty red see through lingerie Molly had bought her for Christmas, along with red stockings and suspenders.
“I bet you’ve been dying to see me in these” she said
“I really have” Molly said and approached the desk and shed her uniform as she walked to expose her beautiful round breasts and shaved mound.
“Oh lovely” Polly said and slipped her hand inside her see through knickers and Molly watched the Doctors digit descend between her lips, which Molly’s tongue would soon replace.
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
So being at a large Hospital Molly came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on Paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time.
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the gorgeous doctors knickers, Molly made no secret of the fact that she desperately wanted to, to Dr Jones and made it clear that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear.
Although she accepted that she would never see Polly in them, just the thought of her wearing the slutty scantie’s turned her on so much that she flicked herself off halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then she blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she had to go and flick herself off in the ladies and almost forgot to open her own gift.
(Part 02)
When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
What she didn’t know at the time was that firstly the gift was from Polly and secondly it was merely a device to lure Molly to the Spa where she noshed on her hairless pussy in the sauna.
Suffice is to say that following that they spent most of their time enjoying each other rather than the extensive menu that the Spa had to offer.
Unfortunately in the weeks following the Spa break there was no repeat of the intimacy between them and Molly had to content herself with Samantha, who compared to Polly Jones was definitely second best, by quite a distance.
She didn’t even get to see much of Polly at work due to their shift patterns so she was delighted when she got a phone call from her on Friday afternoon even though it was a bit matter of fact.
“Can you do me a favour Molly?” she asked
“Sure”
“I left my phone in my desk drawer” she explained
“Ok”
“Could you be a honey and drop it off on your way home?”
“No problem” Molly said
“Great, I’ll see you later then, bye”
Molly went to her desk and retrieved the phone and then she switched it on and was surprised to find that the password was disabled so she slipped it in her pocket and took it to the ladies, and sat in a cubicle and fingered herself as she looked at Polly’s nude selfies.
After her shift ended she went to the ladies again and freshened herself up and then she drove to Polly’s house.
She parked on the paved drive and walked to the door, she was just about to knock when it opened and Derek came out.
“Oh hi Molly” he said “she’s in the study, bye”
“Ok bye”
She had been to the house once before and knew where the study was so she closed the front door and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.
“Come in” Polly called, so she opened the door and stepped in and Polly was sat behind the desk in the big leather reclining chair but had her back to the door.
“Hi Poll I’ve got your phone”
“Thanks, I’ve got something for you too” she replied and swung the chair around to reveal that she was wearing the slutty red see through lingerie Molly had bought her for Christmas, along with red stockings and suspenders.
“I bet you’ve been dying to see me in these” she said
“I really have” Molly said and approached the desk and shed her uniform as she walked to expose her beautiful round breasts and shaved mound.
“Oh lovely” Polly said and slipped her hand inside her see through knickers and Molly watched the Doctors digit descend between her lips, which Molly’s tongue would soon replace.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (150) While the Doctor’s Away
(Part 01)
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
However Nigel got a surprise one Friday morning while he was in the kitchen making himself a coffee and Linda sidled up to him, very close and invaded his personal space.
“What are you after?” he said
“A good time” she blurted
(Part 02)
Nigel got a surprise one Friday morning while he was in the kitchen making himself a coffee and Linda sidled up to him, very close and invaded his personal space.
“What are you after?” he said
“A good time” she blurted
“I beg your pardon” he replied, Linda had never come on to him before, she had always flirted a lot in was true, she was certainly in no way backwards in coming forward, and when they had a threesome she was very direct in her assertions, but she had never come on to him outside of their group sessions.
“I’ve been a bad girl” she confessed “a really bad girl and I need to be punished”
And she fidgeted and clenched her thighs together like she needed to pee, which of course was not what she needed to do at all.
She liked to be disciplined and when she was roleplaying with him and Celeste she was often spanked.
“I know you’re a bad girl,” he said “but I can’t do anything about it at the moment.
“But...” she protested
“You’ll have to get Celeste to do it for you tonight” he said
“But I promise when the time is right I will spank you black and blue”
“Celeste can’t do it like you, her hands are too small” she protested “and she’s too gentle”
Just then Mrs Clarke walked in so the conversation ended and Linda left the kitchen frustrated while Nigel left it aroused.
He was used to Celeste propositioning him and he much preferred his sexual encounter with her but being offered everything on a plate by any woman was a turn on, but being offered to partake in a woman’s fantasy sent all his blood racing to his cock.
Later that Friday afternoon Nigel left Celeste’s office with a semi, not an unusual occurrence in itself, but on that occasion it wasn’t the thought of Celeste’s naked body that had stirred the beast.
He caught up with Linda outside the treatment room and spoke quietly to her
“Do you still want to play?”
“Yes please” she said excitedly “are we going to play now?”
“No” he replied and she looked disappointed, until he continued “tomorrow morning”
“Where?”
“Here while Celly’s doing House Calls” he said and Linda giggled
“While she’s doing House Calls you’ll be doing me” she said and giggled again
As he watched Celeste drive away on Saturday Morning to do her house calls Nigel felt a tingle of excitement, it was the secrecy and the planning as well as the anticipation that was stirring him.
He locked the main door and then went out through reception and into the treatment room and called
“Linda?”
A grinning face appeared from behind the curtains.
“Hello” she said “I thought she’d never leave”
He closed the door and the stirring he had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.
(Part 03)
Linda was dressed pretty much the same as normal in her fitted uniform and woolly tights.
He walked over to her and placed a hand on each side of her face and kissed her eager lips.
“This is very exciting” she said “For me anyway”
“And me” he said
“But you do this kind of thing a lot” Linda said “just not with me”
“But…” he began
“Don’t deny it, I know she’s getting more of you than I’m supposed to know about, a lot more” she said “I just want my share”
“And today you will” Nigel promised
“And a good job too” she said and then added “but I feel very naughty for going behind Celly’s back like this”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“And how naughty do you feel exactly?” Nigel asked
“Very” she replied
““Six of the best” naughty?” He enquired
“No, twice as naughty as that” she said coyly
“Twelve?” he asked and Linda nodded.
“Twelve it is then” He said
He took off her belt and threw it on the floor then the blue nurse’s uniform quickly joined the belt and Linda giggled as she stood in front of him wearing a white bra, woolly tights and knee length boots, which he found very horny.
“So Nurse Barnes” he said sternly “you find something amusing?”
“No Nigel” she gasped “Sorry Nigel”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” he said and gave her a thorough appraisal
“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly Nigel”
“Really?” he asked
“I think you’re very naughty for laughing”
“I’m a good girl honestly” she said very childlike
“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” he told her
“Ok” Linda said resignedly
“The naughty slutty nurse needs to be punished” he said authoritatively
“Yes Nigel” she answered quietly looking down at her feet and he took her by the hand and led her to the end of the examination table.
“Take your bra off” he ordered and she quickly obliged and then moved her hands to the waistband of her tights and Nigel slapped her arse and made her jump.
“Did I tell you to do that?” he snapped
“No Nigel, sorry Nigel” she said and was trembling with excitement so much so that Nigel noticed her little tits jiggle, until he bent her over until she was resting on her palms, and then he pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white buttocks.
“So twelve of the best for the naughty girl” he said “and you must count”
Linda nodded and he gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” Linda said
Nigel did the same on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Another firm crisp slap
“Five”
And then a harder one
“Six” she squealed
Back the first cheek again
“Seven” Linda said
Then on the other cheek
“Eight”
The first one again
“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher
Then the second
“Ten” almost a scream
Then another crisp slap
“Eleven” this time it was a scream
And a very hard one to finish
“TWELVE” Linda yelled out as she came, followed by a long languorous sigh.
Nigel moved behind her so he could admire his handiwork, and as he looked at her cheeks, once round and white were now mottled with a blue hued bloom, a glorious purplish crown of glory.
Nigel allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.
“Now you’ve taken your punishment” he said “you can have your rewards”
(Part 04)
Nigel allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.
“Now you’ve taken your punishment” he said “you can have your rewards”
And from her perfect cheeks his fingers traced her perfect shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as another sigh escaped her.
As his fingers explored her inner thigh he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush and Nigel’s swollen cock pressed itself hard against his pants as his fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.
When his digits entered the moist jewel in Linda’s crown she growled.
As their liaison had been well planned in advance Linda was already well primed before Nigel joined the party and her spanking fantasy increased that several fold.
So it didn’t take long before, working rhythmically amidst her slipperiness, brought yet another exquisite moan from her and he felt Linda’s body spasm as she came.
The naughty nurse purred like a cat that got the cream, but that was just the start.
Linda lay draped along the table before him but Nigel took a moment to enjoy the moment, looking lustfully at the half naked nurse with her tights and knickers sitting around her knees above her boots and her bruised cheeks and moist lips on display.
Nigel smiled as he stood directly behind her with an ache that needed to be relieved so he quickly undressed.
Linda took a deep breath as he put his hands on the naked skin of her waist and slowly let the breath out again as his hands moved slowly but purposefully up her body to cup her beautiful little tits and toy with the perfect rose bud nipples.
He could feel her heart thumping as he caressed her breasts and then Linda gasped as he slowly penetrated her.
But her gasps soon turned to high-pitched grunts in response to his thrusts and her purple bruised cheeks quivered with each insertion.
Nigel was panting hard as he reached the horizon and then, not for the last time that morning Linda screamed out in orgasm.
“That was a really good spank” Linda said as she stood rubbing her bruised cheeks while Nigel sat on the bed.
They were both in the same state of undress as during the act when Nigel said
“Celeste doesn’t need big hands you know, she could use a riding crop, or a slipper”
“I know” Linda agreed “but she can’t give me that”
She was nodding in the direction of his dwindling erection.
“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close,” he informed her
“I know that we have a drawer full” She replied as she remover her woolly tights and knickers
“But there is no substitute for cock”
And with a lusty glint in her eye she knelt down and took his wilting cock in her mouth and his erection wasn’t dwindling anymore.
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
However Nigel got a surprise one Friday morning while he was in the kitchen making himself a coffee and Linda sidled up to him, very close and invaded his personal space.
“What are you after?” he said
“A good time” she blurted
(Part 02)
Nigel got a surprise one Friday morning while he was in the kitchen making himself a coffee and Linda sidled up to him, very close and invaded his personal space.
“What are you after?” he said
“A good time” she blurted
“I beg your pardon” he replied, Linda had never come on to him before, she had always flirted a lot in was true, she was certainly in no way backwards in coming forward, and when they had a threesome she was very direct in her assertions, but she had never come on to him outside of their group sessions.
“I’ve been a bad girl” she confessed “a really bad girl and I need to be punished”
And she fidgeted and clenched her thighs together like she needed to pee, which of course was not what she needed to do at all.
She liked to be disciplined and when she was roleplaying with him and Celeste she was often spanked.
“I know you’re a bad girl,” he said “but I can’t do anything about it at the moment.
“But...” she protested
“You’ll have to get Celeste to do it for you tonight” he said
“But I promise when the time is right I will spank you black and blue”
“Celeste can’t do it like you, her hands are too small” she protested “and she’s too gentle”
Just then Mrs Clarke walked in so the conversation ended and Linda left the kitchen frustrated while Nigel left it aroused.
He was used to Celeste propositioning him and he much preferred his sexual encounter with her but being offered everything on a plate by any woman was a turn on, but being offered to partake in a woman’s fantasy sent all his blood racing to his cock.
Later that Friday afternoon Nigel left Celeste’s office with a semi, not an unusual occurrence in itself, but on that occasion it wasn’t the thought of Celeste’s naked body that had stirred the beast.
He caught up with Linda outside the treatment room and spoke quietly to her
“Do you still want to play?”
“Yes please” she said excitedly “are we going to play now?”
“No” he replied and she looked disappointed, until he continued “tomorrow morning”
“Where?”
“Here while Celly’s doing House Calls” he said and Linda giggled
“While she’s doing House Calls you’ll be doing me” she said and giggled again
As he watched Celeste drive away on Saturday Morning to do her house calls Nigel felt a tingle of excitement, it was the secrecy and the planning as well as the anticipation that was stirring him.
He locked the main door and then went out through reception and into the treatment room and called
“Linda?”
A grinning face appeared from behind the curtains.
“Hello” she said “I thought she’d never leave”
He closed the door and the stirring he had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.
(Part 03)
Linda was dressed pretty much the same as normal in her fitted uniform and woolly tights.
He walked over to her and placed a hand on each side of her face and kissed her eager lips.
“This is very exciting” she said “For me anyway”
“And me” he said
“But you do this kind of thing a lot” Linda said “just not with me”
“But…” he began
“Don’t deny it, I know she’s getting more of you than I’m supposed to know about, a lot more” she said “I just want my share”
“And today you will” Nigel promised
“And a good job too” she said and then added “but I feel very naughty for going behind Celly’s back like this”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“And how naughty do you feel exactly?” Nigel asked
“Very” she replied
““Six of the best” naughty?” He enquired
“No, twice as naughty as that” she said coyly
“Twelve?” he asked and Linda nodded.
“Twelve it is then” He said
He took off her belt and threw it on the floor then the blue nurse’s uniform quickly joined the belt and Linda giggled as she stood in front of him wearing a white bra, woolly tights and knee length boots, which he found very horny.
“So Nurse Barnes” he said sternly “you find something amusing?”
“No Nigel” she gasped “Sorry Nigel”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” he said and gave her a thorough appraisal
“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly Nigel”
“Really?” he asked
“I think you’re very naughty for laughing”
“I’m a good girl honestly” she said very childlike
“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” he told her
“Ok” Linda said resignedly
“The naughty slutty nurse needs to be punished” he said authoritatively
“Yes Nigel” she answered quietly looking down at her feet and he took her by the hand and led her to the end of the examination table.
“Take your bra off” he ordered and she quickly obliged and then moved her hands to the waistband of her tights and Nigel slapped her arse and made her jump.
“Did I tell you to do that?” he snapped
“No Nigel, sorry Nigel” she said and was trembling with excitement so much so that Nigel noticed her little tits jiggle, until he bent her over until she was resting on her palms, and then he pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white buttocks.
“So twelve of the best for the naughty girl” he said “and you must count”
Linda nodded and he gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” Linda said
Nigel did the same on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Another firm crisp slap
“Five”
And then a harder one
“Six” she squealed
Back the first cheek again
“Seven” Linda said
Then on the other cheek
“Eight”
The first one again
“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher
Then the second
“Ten” almost a scream
Then another crisp slap
“Eleven” this time it was a scream
And a very hard one to finish
“TWELVE” Linda yelled out as she came, followed by a long languorous sigh.
Nigel moved behind her so he could admire his handiwork, and as he looked at her cheeks, once round and white were now mottled with a blue hued bloom, a glorious purplish crown of glory.
Nigel allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.
“Now you’ve taken your punishment” he said “you can have your rewards”
(Part 04)
Nigel allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.
“Now you’ve taken your punishment” he said “you can have your rewards”
And from her perfect cheeks his fingers traced her perfect shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as another sigh escaped her.
As his fingers explored her inner thigh he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush and Nigel’s swollen cock pressed itself hard against his pants as his fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.
When his digits entered the moist jewel in Linda’s crown she growled.
As their liaison had been well planned in advance Linda was already well primed before Nigel joined the party and her spanking fantasy increased that several fold.
So it didn’t take long before, working rhythmically amidst her slipperiness, brought yet another exquisite moan from her and he felt Linda’s body spasm as she came.
The naughty nurse purred like a cat that got the cream, but that was just the start.
Linda lay draped along the table before him but Nigel took a moment to enjoy the moment, looking lustfully at the half naked nurse with her tights and knickers sitting around her knees above her boots and her bruised cheeks and moist lips on display.
Nigel smiled as he stood directly behind her with an ache that needed to be relieved so he quickly undressed.
Linda took a deep breath as he put his hands on the naked skin of her waist and slowly let the breath out again as his hands moved slowly but purposefully up her body to cup her beautiful little tits and toy with the perfect rose bud nipples.
He could feel her heart thumping as he caressed her breasts and then Linda gasped as he slowly penetrated her.
But her gasps soon turned to high-pitched grunts in response to his thrusts and her purple bruised cheeks quivered with each insertion.
Nigel was panting hard as he reached the horizon and then, not for the last time that morning Linda screamed out in orgasm.
“That was a really good spank” Linda said as she stood rubbing her bruised cheeks while Nigel sat on the bed.
They were both in the same state of undress as during the act when Nigel said
“Celeste doesn’t need big hands you know, she could use a riding crop, or a slipper”
“I know” Linda agreed “but she can’t give me that”
She was nodding in the direction of his dwindling erection.
“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close,” he informed her
“I know that we have a drawer full” She replied as she remover her woolly tights and knickers
“But there is no substitute for cock”
And with a lusty glint in her eye she knelt down and took his wilting cock in her mouth and his erection wasn’t dwindling anymore.
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