(Part 01)
Paul Lipscombe woke up exceptionally early and exceptionally horny, which was not unusual in itself, but on this particular morning he was to horny for words and he wanted to quench his desire in whichever body of water he could find.
So with the day beginning with the dawn horn, he needed to find a recipient for his lust.
There were a number of local girls who had been on the receiving end in the past and he knew that more than one of them would willingly open up for him again.
However on his way to find one of them, he spotted Belinda the gardener, she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of him despite his many efforts, so he indulged in a bit of commando style stalking of her and he managed to get his hands within inches of her bulbous breasts before she beat him away.
So then he reverted to his original plan and by the afternoon he was enjoying Jenna Stimson, things were progressing very nicely indeed he had her stripped to the waist, her nipples were misshapen and red from his suckling, and her leggings and knickers were around her knees and he had just got two fingers into her cunny when her mum arrived home early from work.
As a result he had to duck out of the back door sporting a rather large hard on and with aching balls he went in search of fanny, any fanny.
He went into town and was still very horny and so headed for Hollins, Cooper and Baker who were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling his divorce.
It was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection” and during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.
He would have liked to get inside Lindsay right at that moment but it was not to be, she had flown to New York with her husband for a shopping trip so his target was Samantha Miles who was the receptionist at the firm.
On his first visit he gazed lustily down her top at her quite pleasing rack restrained in a pink satin bra, and when she realized he was staring at her baps she quickly covered herself up and let out a rather disgusted exclamation, but then she smiled at him and blushed.
The straight laced prudes’ always turned him on, partly because of the challenge but more often than not because they turned out to be really slutty beneath the façade.
So he returned her smile and asked
“Do you have anything with the address and phone number on?”
“Oh yes” she replied eagerly “I could give you one of my cards”
“Thank you….”
“Samantha” she said “Samantha Miles”
“Thank you Samantha”
He wasn’t sure if he would ever call her but he had learned to keep his options open.
Paul didn’t plan on spending the evening with her, a quick shag over her desk would do for him, but he would need to take her for a drink afterwards at the very least.
(Part 02)
He went upstairs and stopped at the receptionist’s desk, which was deserted, and waited.
It was quite late in the day, not as late as when he had his special consultations with Lindsay, but late enough that everyone had left for the day.
He wasn’t there more than a few minutes before the busty blonde receptionist appeared surrounded by a cloud of freshly applied perfume.
Although Paul was more interested in her natural scent rather than her perfume but it was very pleasant nonetheless.
“Hello you look lovely” he said and moved in for a kiss which he fully expected to be one of those air kiss affairs but Sam had other ideas.
She planted a kiss straight on his lips and as soon as mouth met mouth her tongue engaged his tongue in oral combat and they wrapped themselves in a tender embrace which soon gave way to urgent caress, when their eager hands fumbled their way into uncooperative clothing.
Eventually he succeeds in his wanton eagerness to reach the yielding flesh inside her lacy bra and cupped the prizes he coveted.
Paul thought things were progressing very nicely indeed he had her virtually stripped to the waist and was suckling her nipples in turn and was beginning to make inroads up her skirt when she was startled by a noise and she pushed him away.
“We have to stop” she said “Someone might see”
“Damn I was enjoying that” he said as he watched as her fine breasts topped by wet nipples, misshaped and red from his attention, were rehoused in their lacy confines.
“So was I” she admitted “We can go to mine”
They went down the stairwell towards the basement carpark but stopped half way down for a kiss which soon reignited passions flame and hands began to grope and fingers probe until Paul had her tights and knickers around her knees and two fingers deep into her cunny and Samantha rasped and gasped and dug her nails into his flesh and he had her close to the edge when a stairwell door opened and closed either above or below and she pushed him away and pulled up her drawers.
“Someone is going to see us” she said nervously
“Let’s go then” Paul said and took her hand and they ran down the stairs
When they reached her car Samantha fumbled for the car keys in her bag and failed.
“Your hands are shaking” he pointed out
“I know that’s your fault” she said and tipped the contents of her bag on the bonnet.
“Why?” he asked innocently
“You know why” she replied “because you’ve got me so horny, and I’m going to stay horny until I get you home, which isn’t going to happen if I can’t find my bloody keys”
“You don’t need your keys for what I have in mind” Paul said pressing up against her and he began undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one by one.
“Does it involve waiting until I get you home?” she asked
“No”
“Thank god” she replied and turned her head to kiss him.
He slowly undid another button then another and then another until the blouse was opened to the waist, and he tugged it roughly from her waistband.
Then he liberated her great globes from their lacy confinement and groped them as she snorted.
Paul pushed her forward so she was bent over the bonnet and hitched her skirt up and pulled her knickers and tights down.
And already knowing the temperature of the water he plunged right in and speared her over the bonnet of her car until her scream echoed around the basement car park and her alarm went off.
Wednesday, 21 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (197) Sweet Twenty Something
Every morning he saw her on the Finchbottom Express, in the same seat, she was a twenty something, a sweet young thing who smiled at him each day, occasionally a “Hello” or “Hi” was exchanged but nothing more profound that that.
The carriage clicked and clacked as it rushed us towards the throng of Abbottsford, the train wheels singing their staccato song and he looked at her and instantly pictured her wearing a thong and she looked up from her book and gave him a quizzical look.
“Can you read my thoughts?” he asked inside his head and promptly decided to think about sports but that didn’t help in the slightest because he then saw her playing beach volleyball.
She was a twenty something, a sweet young thing, who looked at the ordinary thirty something, quizzically.
“This is the affect you have on me” he thought “so you had better not read my mind?”
Oh how he would like to brush the hair from her brow, and run his finger through her soft brown curls, before he caressed the soft curves of her tender flesh as he divests her of her intimate attire and then satisfy his every carnal want and need, and at the ecstatic moment of their mutual satisfaction he sees that a smile had replaced her quizzical look, briefly before her eyes return to the pages of her book and he knew he would have those same thoughts the next time they travelled together on the train.
The carriage clicked and clacked as it rushed us towards the throng of Abbottsford, the train wheels singing their staccato song and he looked at her and instantly pictured her wearing a thong and she looked up from her book and gave him a quizzical look.
“Can you read my thoughts?” he asked inside his head and promptly decided to think about sports but that didn’t help in the slightest because he then saw her playing beach volleyball.
She was a twenty something, a sweet young thing, who looked at the ordinary thirty something, quizzically.
“This is the affect you have on me” he thought “so you had better not read my mind?”
Oh how he would like to brush the hair from her brow, and run his finger through her soft brown curls, before he caressed the soft curves of her tender flesh as he divests her of her intimate attire and then satisfy his every carnal want and need, and at the ecstatic moment of their mutual satisfaction he sees that a smile had replaced her quizzical look, briefly before her eyes return to the pages of her book and he knew he would have those same thoughts the next time they travelled together on the train.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (196) Fine Dining
Nick Gretton had been looking forward to meeting Sarah Swann again.
They had met twice before once at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner they were both attending and the second time was at a meeting in her head office building when she gave him a blowjob which culminated in her swallowing his load.
It was exciting thinking about their past encounters but the anticipation of the next time got him really horny.
Because the next time would be even better because he knew what she was capable of but had absolutely no idea what if anything she would do the next time.
The next time was at a convention at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and he was going to make sure he stayed close to Sarah and take advantage of her or allow her to take advantage of him.
He sat next to her expecting to find her hand on his knee, but it didn’t happen, he danced with her in the ballroom hoping she would rub up against him but she didn’t, in fact there was no brush of the hand or a boob graze or even a knowing look.
Sarah pretty much ignored him entirely so he ended the evening in abject disappointment and meandered back to his room in a cloud of melancholy.
Nick got back to his room and raided the mini bar and then got himself ready for bed and he was just about to turn the light off when there was a knock at the door.
“What the fuck?” he snapped angrily and got out of bed, it seemed that not only had he had a disappointment in regard to Sarah but now he was apparently not going to get any sleep.
He put on his robe and went to the door muttering expletives under his breath and he was ready to launch a tirade of abuse at the intruder and he threw open the door and was struck dumb because standing on the threshold was Sarah Swann absolutely stark naked.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked as he stood staring open mouthed at her perfect body.
“Oh yeah” he said and stepped aside to let her in and then he watched as she walked towards the bed and he thought she looked as perfect from the back as she did the front.
As soon as he joined her she untied the belt of his robe and took hold of his swelling cock.
“I thought you were ignoring me” he said as she tugged on his shaft
“I was merely whetting your appetite” she replied and kissed him
As Sarah pushed him back onto the bed he said
“I never thought for a moment this would happen”
“I’ve thought of little else” she responded as she climbed up his body.
“The fun at the restaurant and the meeting room were just Hors d'oeuvre”
“They were delicious” he said
“But I’m ready for the main course now” Sarah said and slid herself down his stiff shaft and took him between her eager lips and she went down until he was inside her up to his balls, and breath left her like air escaping through a puncture and the harder she pumped on him the coarser the breath became.
Never in his wildest dreams did he foresee an outcome in which he would be ravished by a hot woman like Sarah so Nick was in heaven as he stared at her magnificent breasts dancing before his eyes as her convivial cunny pumped repeatedly on him and she emitted low rasping moans in response to her hard work, becoming louder and coarser as she drove on and on until she received her reward when she went rigid and they came together, and she let out a scream of satisfaction before collapsing breathlessly on him.
They lay in a sweaty panting heap on the bed for a while before she spoke
“When can I have desert?”
Nick served her with a satisfying desert an hour later and then they slept until 3am when a peckish Sarah awoke and decided to wake him for a late night feast.
After which they slept late and breakfasted well in bed and again in the bathroom.
They were starving by the time they went down stairs for lunch.
They had met twice before once at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner they were both attending and the second time was at a meeting in her head office building when she gave him a blowjob which culminated in her swallowing his load.
It was exciting thinking about their past encounters but the anticipation of the next time got him really horny.
Because the next time would be even better because he knew what she was capable of but had absolutely no idea what if anything she would do the next time.
The next time was at a convention at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and he was going to make sure he stayed close to Sarah and take advantage of her or allow her to take advantage of him.
He sat next to her expecting to find her hand on his knee, but it didn’t happen, he danced with her in the ballroom hoping she would rub up against him but she didn’t, in fact there was no brush of the hand or a boob graze or even a knowing look.
Sarah pretty much ignored him entirely so he ended the evening in abject disappointment and meandered back to his room in a cloud of melancholy.
Nick got back to his room and raided the mini bar and then got himself ready for bed and he was just about to turn the light off when there was a knock at the door.
“What the fuck?” he snapped angrily and got out of bed, it seemed that not only had he had a disappointment in regard to Sarah but now he was apparently not going to get any sleep.
He put on his robe and went to the door muttering expletives under his breath and he was ready to launch a tirade of abuse at the intruder and he threw open the door and was struck dumb because standing on the threshold was Sarah Swann absolutely stark naked.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked as he stood staring open mouthed at her perfect body.
“Oh yeah” he said and stepped aside to let her in and then he watched as she walked towards the bed and he thought she looked as perfect from the back as she did the front.
As soon as he joined her she untied the belt of his robe and took hold of his swelling cock.
“I thought you were ignoring me” he said as she tugged on his shaft
“I was merely whetting your appetite” she replied and kissed him
As Sarah pushed him back onto the bed he said
“I never thought for a moment this would happen”
“I’ve thought of little else” she responded as she climbed up his body.
“The fun at the restaurant and the meeting room were just Hors d'oeuvre”
“They were delicious” he said
“But I’m ready for the main course now” Sarah said and slid herself down his stiff shaft and took him between her eager lips and she went down until he was inside her up to his balls, and breath left her like air escaping through a puncture and the harder she pumped on him the coarser the breath became.
Never in his wildest dreams did he foresee an outcome in which he would be ravished by a hot woman like Sarah so Nick was in heaven as he stared at her magnificent breasts dancing before his eyes as her convivial cunny pumped repeatedly on him and she emitted low rasping moans in response to her hard work, becoming louder and coarser as she drove on and on until she received her reward when she went rigid and they came together, and she let out a scream of satisfaction before collapsing breathlessly on him.
They lay in a sweaty panting heap on the bed for a while before she spoke
“When can I have desert?”
Nick served her with a satisfying desert an hour later and then they slept until 3am when a peckish Sarah awoke and decided to wake him for a late night feast.
After which they slept late and breakfasted well in bed and again in the bathroom.
They were starving by the time they went down stairs for lunch.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (195) Sunday Service
On his journey home from Church, Brian Gaunt found it quite remarkable just how many women of the village were wandering the streets and lanes of Dulcet St Mary long after the service had ended despite the inclement weather.
But for 50 year old Brian, these ladies of mixed ages and physical dimensions all dressed in their Sunday best were soon undressed in his head by varying degrees in his lurid imaginings cavorting in a synchronised display of exotic dancing to a camp version of singing in the rain.
But as he passed the ladies, every one of them smiled pleasantly at him and he thought to himself as he returned their smiles
“You would not be smiling politely at me if you could see inside my head”
None of these ladies had had the pleasure of his services nor he the pleasure of theirs so the images of their nakedness was all conjured up in his mind, but then he does have a very fertile and vivid imagination.
There were also other pornographic pictures in his head of the women that he had made love to in his life as well as some of the ones he would still like to do.
When he reached his house he opened the front door and went straight through to his study where he found his widowed next door neighbour, Gillian Townsend-McGlade, lying naked on his couch.
“Hello Darling” she said “Good service?”
“Yes very” he replied
“Good” she said “now I want one”
But for 50 year old Brian, these ladies of mixed ages and physical dimensions all dressed in their Sunday best were soon undressed in his head by varying degrees in his lurid imaginings cavorting in a synchronised display of exotic dancing to a camp version of singing in the rain.
But as he passed the ladies, every one of them smiled pleasantly at him and he thought to himself as he returned their smiles
“You would not be smiling politely at me if you could see inside my head”
None of these ladies had had the pleasure of his services nor he the pleasure of theirs so the images of their nakedness was all conjured up in his mind, but then he does have a very fertile and vivid imagination.
There were also other pornographic pictures in his head of the women that he had made love to in his life as well as some of the ones he would still like to do.
When he reached his house he opened the front door and went straight through to his study where he found his widowed next door neighbour, Gillian Townsend-McGlade, lying naked on his couch.
“Hello Darling” she said “Good service?”
“Yes very” he replied
“Good” she said “now I want one”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (194) When Worlds Collide
When Andrew Gain awoke from an erotic dream, his train was just pulling into Shallowfield station.
He got off the train and walked quickly homeward wishing he’d not woken up from his dream, which was not so much a dream as a remembrance of the night he spent with Caroline Archer and in particular the part where she was sat writhing on his face, and that remembrance aroused him.
It began to rain heavily and that, combined with the knowledge that Caroline very much regretted the night they spent together and was adamant that she didn’t want to repeat it anytime soon, cooled his ardour.
He quickened his pace and as he rushed headlong around a corner he met someone coming the other way and they collided and both ended up on their backsides on the pavement.
“I’m so sorry” he said getting quickly to his feet and proffering a hand to the prostrated figure of Caroline Archer which she took.
“Nonsense” she replied, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my mind was elsewhere”
“Mine too” Andrew said “are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride” Caroline replied
They dusted themselves off, figuratively speaking, and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as the spectre of their alcohol fuelled night of lust the previous weekend reared up.
“Anyway” she said “Duties to perform”
“Yes” he agreed “things to do”
They tried to part company, which they did as clumsily as they had come together in the first place, and ended up face to face.
“I want to kiss you” he said and moved towards her and Caroline’s lips parted in anticipation but she dodged him at the last second
“I’m on duty” PC Archer replied
“I still want to kiss you” he said “especially in your uniform”
“If you were to do that I would have to arrest you” she retorted
“I’ll risk it” he said and kissed her and Caroline responded
“Andrew Gain I am arresting you for assaulting a police officer”
She said and handcuffed him and frogmarched him around the corner and put him in the back of a Blue Ford Focus.
“I thought you were on duty” he said
“I lied” Caroline replied “my shift ended an hour ago”
“So what are you going to do with me?” he asked
“Absolutely everything” the PC replied
He got off the train and walked quickly homeward wishing he’d not woken up from his dream, which was not so much a dream as a remembrance of the night he spent with Caroline Archer and in particular the part where she was sat writhing on his face, and that remembrance aroused him.
It began to rain heavily and that, combined with the knowledge that Caroline very much regretted the night they spent together and was adamant that she didn’t want to repeat it anytime soon, cooled his ardour.
He quickened his pace and as he rushed headlong around a corner he met someone coming the other way and they collided and both ended up on their backsides on the pavement.
“I’m so sorry” he said getting quickly to his feet and proffering a hand to the prostrated figure of Caroline Archer which she took.
“Nonsense” she replied, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my mind was elsewhere”
“Mine too” Andrew said “are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride” Caroline replied
They dusted themselves off, figuratively speaking, and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as the spectre of their alcohol fuelled night of lust the previous weekend reared up.
“Anyway” she said “Duties to perform”
“Yes” he agreed “things to do”
They tried to part company, which they did as clumsily as they had come together in the first place, and ended up face to face.
“I want to kiss you” he said and moved towards her and Caroline’s lips parted in anticipation but she dodged him at the last second
“I’m on duty” PC Archer replied
“I still want to kiss you” he said “especially in your uniform”
“If you were to do that I would have to arrest you” she retorted
“I’ll risk it” he said and kissed her and Caroline responded
“Andrew Gain I am arresting you for assaulting a police officer”
She said and handcuffed him and frogmarched him around the corner and put him in the back of a Blue Ford Focus.
“I thought you were on duty” he said
“I lied” Caroline replied “my shift ended an hour ago”
“So what are you going to do with me?” he asked
“Absolutely everything” the PC replied
Choice Tales from the Vale – (193) Lust for the One You’re With
Darrel Williams was sitting at the bar in Beiderbecke’s Jazz Club in Finchbottom, drinking a large Gin and Tonic and doing a spot of people watching, an occupational hazard for an adulterer, but the bar was so empty that he exhausted that exercise in less than five minutes.
So his thoughts turned to Dakota, his gorgeous girlfriend, who was currently two thousand miles away.
She was going to be home in a couple of days and he couldn’t wait to see her again and she had only been gone for a week.
He missed everything about her, her smile, her kiss, her touch and the amazing sex.
As he sat there he reran some of their most intimate sexual scenarios in his head, and was looking forward to spending some quality time expanding their sexual horizons.
But it was just when he was preoccupied replaying a particularly salacious scenario in his head when it happened.
For that was when the girl in the black silk dress walked in and all eyes turned towards her with her long shapely legs sheathed in stockings, black and sheer, and the reason she turned those heads because Nicki McGroarty walked into the club lingerie free.
Her pert unfettered breasts moving freely beneath the silk and when she walked her buttocks moved with a rhythm that hypnotized, each movement of her hips rolled and rounded the perfect globes and then returned them with precision, then she moved them once again.
Her effortless movement on high stiletto heels was spellbinding, hypnotic and erotic and left Darrel in a heightened state of arousal.
And when Nikki sat at the bar on an adjacent stool, she slowly crossed her long legs exposing her stocking top and giving a satisfying glimpse of pubic hair he wasn’t thinking about Dakota anymore.
So his thoughts turned to Dakota, his gorgeous girlfriend, who was currently two thousand miles away.
She was going to be home in a couple of days and he couldn’t wait to see her again and she had only been gone for a week.
He missed everything about her, her smile, her kiss, her touch and the amazing sex.
As he sat there he reran some of their most intimate sexual scenarios in his head, and was looking forward to spending some quality time expanding their sexual horizons.
But it was just when he was preoccupied replaying a particularly salacious scenario in his head when it happened.
For that was when the girl in the black silk dress walked in and all eyes turned towards her with her long shapely legs sheathed in stockings, black and sheer, and the reason she turned those heads because Nicki McGroarty walked into the club lingerie free.
Her pert unfettered breasts moving freely beneath the silk and when she walked her buttocks moved with a rhythm that hypnotized, each movement of her hips rolled and rounded the perfect globes and then returned them with precision, then she moved them once again.
Her effortless movement on high stiletto heels was spellbinding, hypnotic and erotic and left Darrel in a heightened state of arousal.
And when Nikki sat at the bar on an adjacent stool, she slowly crossed her long legs exposing her stocking top and giving a satisfying glimpse of pubic hair he wasn’t thinking about Dakota anymore.
Tuesday, 20 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (192) The Ginger Amazon and the Tent Pole
(Part 01)
They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3rd year.
Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock.
He returned to the tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.
“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said
“Ok”
They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.
But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in anything at all really.
She was kneeling down hoisting a pair of big navy blue knickers up her thighs, other than that she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, her great round breasts swinging in unison with her movement, and a spectacular ginger bush which was the particular treasure that drew his attention.
Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.
“Sorry” he said still staring at her minge “Sorry I didn’t know you were here”
“Well you do now” she pointed out
“Sorry” he said again
“Not sorry enough to look away though” Katie said
“Sorry” he repeated and stopped staring at her ginger mop long enough to find Daisy’s sunnies and went out the way he came still appologizing and he had a semi in his pants as he made his way to his own tent, after the impromptu peep show.
He found his phone and was just about to leave when he was suddenly kneeling face to face with the ginger amazon, Katie.
He jumped when he saw her there and he was flustered again.
“I really am sorry” he said but her attention was elsewhere
“I really am sorry Katie”
“Its ok” she said “I’m not cross”
Which was when he noticed her eyes were fixed on his cock or at least the bulge in his shorts that was caused by his cock.
“I made your cock hard then?” she said and stroked the lump in his shorts “and it’s getting harder”
Sean said nothing but swallowed hard
“Well let’s see it then?” Katie said
“What?”
“Get it out and show me” she instructed
“Erm”
“Come on you’ve seen mine now let me see yours” she insisted so without speaking Sean reluctantly undid his shorts and let them fall and them pulled the front of his pants down and released his cock.
“My God she wasn’t kidding” she blurted out
(Part 02)
“Come on you’ve seen mine now let me see yours” she insisted so without speaking Sean reluctantly undid his shorts and let them fall and them pulled the front of his pants down and released his cock.
“My God she wasn’t kidding” she blurted out
“What? Who?” he stuttered
“Daisy said you had a big dong” she replied “but she undersold it”
“I don’t believe she told you” he said crossly forgetting his embarrassment for the first time but then she asked
“Is your cock always hard?”
“No of course not”
“So why is it hard now?” She asked curiously still staring at his erection.
And under her quizzical gaze he replied quietly
“Because of what I saw” he confessed
“So it’s hard because you spied on me?” she mused
“I didn’t spy” he said “I didn’t know you were there”
“But you did look didn’t you?” she asked
“Yes” he replied uncomfortably
“And it did make you hard didn’t it?” she added
“Yes”
“Then that erection is mine” she said and took it in her hand and he gasped and Katie stared intently at him as she stroked him.
“I can understand that my lovely naked bod could easily make you hard” she said running her hand along the full length of him “but what I want to know is what was it that kept it hard?”
“Dirty thoughts” he admitted under her intense scrutiny
“Really? What were you thinking about?”
“You of course” he said and gasped as she exposed his helmet
“What about me?” she persisted
“Your tits” he confessed
“What these?” she asked innocently as she pulled the zip down on her coat and then toyed with a semi aroused nipple
“Oh yes” he exclaimed
“And what else?”
“Your hairy ginger bush” he admitted
“This hairy bush do you mean?” she said and opened the zip all the way down to the bottom and revealed her ginger splendor, sans pants.
“Oh God yes” he exclaimed
“And did any other dirty thoughts enter your dirty little mind?” She asked stroking his impressive cock more vigorously
“Only one other thing”
“And what was that?” she asked and then the moment the words left her lips he grabbed her by the lapels and pulled her into the tent and onto her back.
“I was thinking” he said as he scrambled on top of her
“What it would be like to have you wriggling and squirming beneath me while I was inside you”
“Stop thinking and do it then” she yelled and his cock split her ginger whiskers and she roared
When they eventually got back to the food hall Daisy was waiting for him with an unhappy expression on her face
“Where have you two been?” she demanded
“Well first of all I couldn’t find my phone” he explained “and then I forgot where you keep your sunnies”
“And whats your story?” she asked Katie
“Well I was helping Sean to rembember stuff” she said
They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3rd year.
Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock.
He returned to the tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.
“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said
“Ok”
They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.
But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in anything at all really.
She was kneeling down hoisting a pair of big navy blue knickers up her thighs, other than that she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, her great round breasts swinging in unison with her movement, and a spectacular ginger bush which was the particular treasure that drew his attention.
Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.
“Sorry” he said still staring at her minge “Sorry I didn’t know you were here”
“Well you do now” she pointed out
“Sorry” he said again
“Not sorry enough to look away though” Katie said
“Sorry” he repeated and stopped staring at her ginger mop long enough to find Daisy’s sunnies and went out the way he came still appologizing and he had a semi in his pants as he made his way to his own tent, after the impromptu peep show.
He found his phone and was just about to leave when he was suddenly kneeling face to face with the ginger amazon, Katie.
He jumped when he saw her there and he was flustered again.
“I really am sorry” he said but her attention was elsewhere
“I really am sorry Katie”
“Its ok” she said “I’m not cross”
Which was when he noticed her eyes were fixed on his cock or at least the bulge in his shorts that was caused by his cock.
“I made your cock hard then?” she said and stroked the lump in his shorts “and it’s getting harder”
Sean said nothing but swallowed hard
“Well let’s see it then?” Katie said
“What?”
“Get it out and show me” she instructed
“Erm”
“Come on you’ve seen mine now let me see yours” she insisted so without speaking Sean reluctantly undid his shorts and let them fall and them pulled the front of his pants down and released his cock.
“My God she wasn’t kidding” she blurted out
(Part 02)
“Come on you’ve seen mine now let me see yours” she insisted so without speaking Sean reluctantly undid his shorts and let them fall and them pulled the front of his pants down and released his cock.
“My God she wasn’t kidding” she blurted out
“What? Who?” he stuttered
“Daisy said you had a big dong” she replied “but she undersold it”
“I don’t believe she told you” he said crossly forgetting his embarrassment for the first time but then she asked
“Is your cock always hard?”
“No of course not”
“So why is it hard now?” She asked curiously still staring at his erection.
And under her quizzical gaze he replied quietly
“Because of what I saw” he confessed
“So it’s hard because you spied on me?” she mused
“I didn’t spy” he said “I didn’t know you were there”
“But you did look didn’t you?” she asked
“Yes” he replied uncomfortably
“And it did make you hard didn’t it?” she added
“Yes”
“Then that erection is mine” she said and took it in her hand and he gasped and Katie stared intently at him as she stroked him.
“I can understand that my lovely naked bod could easily make you hard” she said running her hand along the full length of him “but what I want to know is what was it that kept it hard?”
“Dirty thoughts” he admitted under her intense scrutiny
“Really? What were you thinking about?”
“You of course” he said and gasped as she exposed his helmet
“What about me?” she persisted
“Your tits” he confessed
“What these?” she asked innocently as she pulled the zip down on her coat and then toyed with a semi aroused nipple
“Oh yes” he exclaimed
“And what else?”
“Your hairy ginger bush” he admitted
“This hairy bush do you mean?” she said and opened the zip all the way down to the bottom and revealed her ginger splendor, sans pants.
“Oh God yes” he exclaimed
“And did any other dirty thoughts enter your dirty little mind?” She asked stroking his impressive cock more vigorously
“Only one other thing”
“And what was that?” she asked and then the moment the words left her lips he grabbed her by the lapels and pulled her into the tent and onto her back.
“I was thinking” he said as he scrambled on top of her
“What it would be like to have you wriggling and squirming beneath me while I was inside you”
“Stop thinking and do it then” she yelled and his cock split her ginger whiskers and she roared
When they eventually got back to the food hall Daisy was waiting for him with an unhappy expression on her face
“Where have you two been?” she demanded
“Well first of all I couldn’t find my phone” he explained “and then I forgot where you keep your sunnies”
“And whats your story?” she asked Katie
“Well I was helping Sean to rembember stuff” she said
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