Erika Dobie loved music, it was her life, and she played cello for the Downshire Symphony Orchestra, but although music was her first love, it wasn’t her only love.
Second place in her heart went to Paul Scott, the only problem was getting him to make a move.
She knew that his reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t feel the same as her it was just that he was desperately shy.
But Erika had lost her heart to Paul and failure to win his was not an option so she put her plan into operation.
The Downshire Symphony Orchestra had their headquarters in Finchbottom where they had a large rehearsal space as well as smaller soundproof rooms for individual practice.
Paul was the centre manager for the DSO and was always the last one to leave and always did a walk around before he turned the lights off and locked up.
So it would be late at night and in one of the booths where she would set her trap.
So it was late on Friday evening as Paul Scott was doing his rounds that he heard the strains of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 emanating from one of the small rooms.
It was Paul’s favourite piece so Erika knew it would get his attention.
He peered in through the half open door and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Erika sitting in the middle of the room facing him
The great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, her wavy red hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin and but for her stockings she wore nothing but a smile.
Without speaking he walked into the room and locked the door behind him and his eyes never left her while she played and he circled the beautiful pale skinned cellist perched on a stool and he drank in her nakedness along with the Bach.
After his third circuit he stopped and knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder as his hands cupped her round white breasts.
“Do you like the Bach?” she asked
“I love the Bach” he replied and kissed her neck as his fingertips combed through her ginger bush before descending into her moist crevice.
Erika uttered no protest and continued playing faultlessly despite him making her wriggle and squirm on the stool while she played her instrument and he played her.
However eventually his rhythmic fiddling disrupted the rhythm of hers and she lay down her Cello and he lay her over the stool.
Thursday, 29 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (246) A Rude Awakening
Don Gonye drove the short distance from Finchbottom to Middle Gracewood as he returned home after a month away in California and his head was full of thoughts of his lovely wife Lizzie.
It was 11pm when he pulled onto the drive and the house was in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.
Don deposited his bags in the hall and went straight upstairs where he quietly opened the bedroom door and peered in.
Lizzie was on her back lying naked on the bed bathed in pale moonlight so he quickly undressed on the landing and then crept into the room and joined her.
He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up, beginning with her nipples and having teased them to erection he took them in his mouth in turn.
Don left her swollen saliva coated teats and watched her face for signs of wakefulness as his hand drifted across her belly to her neatly trimmed bush.
His hand dallied there briefly before coming to rest on her mound and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress so he knew she was only pretending to sleep, so after a moment his finger parted her lips like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
The first strokes of his finger on her pussy just added to her lip creaming, and the subsequent ones had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath his hand and lick her lips.
When he slipped two fingers into her cunny she murmured in response to his penetration but despite his fervent attentions she still pretended to be asleep.
So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night long he decided on a change of tack, in order to awaken her before he mounted her, or rather get her to wake from her pretend slumber.
Don poked his finger as deep into his pussy as he could get it and made sure it was well coated with her cum when he withdrew it and then he screwed it up her tight anus and Lizzie gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.
“You dirty bastard” she said and kissed him and he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and made her suck in air through her teeth.
“Oh Don” She said and closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish beneath him.
It was 11pm when he pulled onto the drive and the house was in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.
Don deposited his bags in the hall and went straight upstairs where he quietly opened the bedroom door and peered in.
Lizzie was on her back lying naked on the bed bathed in pale moonlight so he quickly undressed on the landing and then crept into the room and joined her.
He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up, beginning with her nipples and having teased them to erection he took them in his mouth in turn.
Don left her swollen saliva coated teats and watched her face for signs of wakefulness as his hand drifted across her belly to her neatly trimmed bush.
His hand dallied there briefly before coming to rest on her mound and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress so he knew she was only pretending to sleep, so after a moment his finger parted her lips like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
The first strokes of his finger on her pussy just added to her lip creaming, and the subsequent ones had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath his hand and lick her lips.
When he slipped two fingers into her cunny she murmured in response to his penetration but despite his fervent attentions she still pretended to be asleep.
So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night long he decided on a change of tack, in order to awaken her before he mounted her, or rather get her to wake from her pretend slumber.
Don poked his finger as deep into his pussy as he could get it and made sure it was well coated with her cum when he withdrew it and then he screwed it up her tight anus and Lizzie gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.
“You dirty bastard” she said and kissed him and he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and made her suck in air through her teeth.
“Oh Don” She said and closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish beneath him.
Wednesday, 28 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (245) Under the Sharpington Pier
Sarah Filsell was on holiday at Sharpington with her husband and two small children and they were staying at the Seaview Hotel on the sea front, which was where she met John Crowther.
She was a 30 year old neglected housewife who was incredibly frustrated by the lack of attention from her husband and the quiet young man from the Hotel went out of his way to make her feel special, he smiled at her, he flattered her and furthermore he flirted with her.
But she would never have dreamt of taking it any further, but on Monday morning fate took a hand.
It all started after breakfast when Sarah’s husband Geoff told her she should wear a one piece swimsuit to the beach as nobody would want to look at her in a bikini.
An argument ensued, followed by a silent walk down to the beach where Geoff said
“Come on kids lets go down to the water for a paddle while mummy sits here and sulks”
“Go to hell” she retorted and stormed off towards the pier at the same time John Crowther was walking along the beach towards the pier from the opposite direction.
Sarah was furious as she stomped her way across the sand muttering under her breath.
She was angry because she did look good in a bikini despite being 30 and given birth to two children and men did still find her attractive, but mainly she was angry because she had let him make her feel worthless and unattractive, again.
So when she walked under the pier and met John coming the other way she jumped him, pushing him back against a metal support and planted a kiss on his mouth before he had chance to say hello.
And the moment their lips met her juices began to flow and her frustration came to the fore and once the genie was out of the bottle there was no way she was going to get it back in.
So she unzipped his fly and tugged his cock out.
“God I want this so bad” she moaned
“But how can we?” John asked “I can’t take your swimsuit off someone might come along”
“Just go up the leg” she told him
“Will that work?” he asked naively
“Of course it will” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure” Sarah said crossly “I want it”
“Only if you really want me too”
“Just do it” she urged and with her left hand she pulled the gusset of her costume aside to reveal her pink moist pussy.
And then she leant against the support and John stepped up behind her using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good” Sarah said as skewered her “So good and so dirty”
She gripped the support with white knuckled hands as his deep penetrations entered her syrupy quim until her screams were lost amidst the seagulls cries.
A year later Sarah had left Geoff and was living in Sharpington with the children and was being regularly serviced by John, under the pier, on the pier, on the beach, in the park or in one of the vacant rooms in the hotel, basically anywhere she could get it.
She was a 30 year old neglected housewife who was incredibly frustrated by the lack of attention from her husband and the quiet young man from the Hotel went out of his way to make her feel special, he smiled at her, he flattered her and furthermore he flirted with her.
But she would never have dreamt of taking it any further, but on Monday morning fate took a hand.
It all started after breakfast when Sarah’s husband Geoff told her she should wear a one piece swimsuit to the beach as nobody would want to look at her in a bikini.
An argument ensued, followed by a silent walk down to the beach where Geoff said
“Come on kids lets go down to the water for a paddle while mummy sits here and sulks”
“Go to hell” she retorted and stormed off towards the pier at the same time John Crowther was walking along the beach towards the pier from the opposite direction.
Sarah was furious as she stomped her way across the sand muttering under her breath.
She was angry because she did look good in a bikini despite being 30 and given birth to two children and men did still find her attractive, but mainly she was angry because she had let him make her feel worthless and unattractive, again.
So when she walked under the pier and met John coming the other way she jumped him, pushing him back against a metal support and planted a kiss on his mouth before he had chance to say hello.
And the moment their lips met her juices began to flow and her frustration came to the fore and once the genie was out of the bottle there was no way she was going to get it back in.
So she unzipped his fly and tugged his cock out.
“God I want this so bad” she moaned
“But how can we?” John asked “I can’t take your swimsuit off someone might come along”
“Just go up the leg” she told him
“Will that work?” he asked naively
“Of course it will” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure” Sarah said crossly “I want it”
“Only if you really want me too”
“Just do it” she urged and with her left hand she pulled the gusset of her costume aside to reveal her pink moist pussy.
And then she leant against the support and John stepped up behind her using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good” Sarah said as skewered her “So good and so dirty”
She gripped the support with white knuckled hands as his deep penetrations entered her syrupy quim until her screams were lost amidst the seagulls cries.
A year later Sarah had left Geoff and was living in Sharpington with the children and was being regularly serviced by John, under the pier, on the pier, on the beach, in the park or in one of the vacant rooms in the hotel, basically anywhere she could get it.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (244) Family Christmas Tradition
(Part 01)
David Shoreman thought he had drawn the short straw when he had to drive from the family home in Abbottsford to pick up his 2nd cousin Clare Pilkington from Dulcet St Mary on December 23rd.
But it was family tradition for the clan to gather together at Christmas and even though Cousin Clare was a pain in the arse she had to be got and it was his turn.
Although they were the same age, 35ish, were both single and shared a great grandfather, they had nothing in common whatsoever because he was an outgoing, personable and fun loving, whereas Clare was a dried up old witch, in his opinion anyway.
Clare lived alone in a big house, which she once shared with her deceased brother and parents, she didn’t socialize, she had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter and apart from the annual sojourn to Abbottsford for Christmas she was a bit of a recluse.
She wasn’t really liked within the family in fact she was barely tolerated.
But the truth of the matter was they didn’t really know her and made little or no attempt to rectify that situation.
As he left Abbottsford it started to snow and the snow that had fallen ten days earlier was still evident on the ground so the fresh fall quickly settled.
He wasn’t keen on driving in the snow, and he didn’t like driving to Dulcet St Mary either, doing it in the snow just made it worse so he drove very cautiously.
It was apparent that the snow was coming from the direction he was heading because as he was driving between the Finchbottom Expressway and the Dulcets the snow on the road was getting significantly deeper so he went even more cautiously until he finally arrived.
Clare looked the same as usual with her fine brunette hair scraped back off her face giving her a severe “Croydon facelift” appearance.
She also wore the familiar black pinafore dress over a grey blouse and black wooly tights.
There was a polite though monosyllabic exchange of words on his arrival but he urged haste on the basis of the weather and she quickly locked her front door while David put her case in the car.
“I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get to Abbottsford in this mess” he said as they set off
“I like the snow” she remarked
“Me too” he agreed “but not for driving in”
The road back to the Finchbottom Expressway was impassable so they tried the road to Shallowfield however they only got as far as Mornington and had to turn back.
There was another route across the Vale that went through Clarence but the likelihood that it was passable was severely in question.
“It looks like we’ll have to stay at yours and try again in the morning” he said
“Ok” she responded
(Part 02)
When they got back to the house he couldn’t get the car all the way up the slope of the driveway so he had to leave it where he came to a stop.
It was only ten yards from the car to the front door but the snow was calf deep so by the time they reached the sanctuary of her house the snow had got into their footwear and Clare’s thick woolly tights were wet through.
“Make yourself at home” she said and ran upstairs
David took off his coat and wet shoes and walked into the lounge and took out his phone.
“Where are you?” His sister Karen asked crossly “we were getting worried”
“I’m at Clare’s” he replied
“What still?”
“Yes, the roads are blocked so I’m staying here for the night and we’ll try again in the morning”
“So you’re spending the night with Cruella?” Karen said and laughed
“I hope you’re going to behave yourself”
“Very funny” he retorted
“Good luck” Karen said
Just then he heard Clare descending the stairs so he said
“I’ll see you tomorrow”
Clare walked into the room and she had lost the “Croydon facelift” look and as her hair had been shaken out and tumbled onto her shoulders.
She had also lost the black pinafore dress, the grey blouse and black wooly tights, instead she had on a full length pink fluffy dressing gown, pink socks and pink bunny slippers, an altogether more frivolous version of Clare than he had ever seen before.
In her arms she was carrying some clothes.
“It’s only joggers and socks” she said “they were Clive’s, he was about your size”
Clive was her brother, who died in the same car accident that took her parents.
“Thanks” he said still reeling from the softer pinker Clare.
But despite the fluffy exterior she was still the same monosyllabic woman as before.
That was at least until she opened the first of several bottles of wine and then she didn’t stop talking.
Due to the snowy weather, which was showing no sign of abating, he was a captive audience as she sat and drank wine she slowly revealed herself.
After Clare opened the third bottle of wine she proceeded to reveal more and more about herself with every drink, but the more she drank the more she tended to ramble and she spoke a lot about time and sands running through her fingers and choices and not knowing, but he couldn’t really follow her train of thought very easily as the alcohol had taken its toll, so before she could open a fourth bottle of wine he took the initiative decided to steer her up to her room.
(Part 03)
Once they reached her bedroom door he had to wedge her against the door jamb while he opened the door, unfortunately as the door swung open she fell into the room.
Dave instinctively reached out and grabbed her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself unfortunately he overreached and fell to the floor before she did and landed on his back just in time for Clare to land on top of him.
“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask” she slurred before planting an almost Labrador like kiss on his mouth.
“I’m too much of a gentleman” he said after extricating himself from her embrace and struggled to his feet and helped Clare to do the same before steering her into the bedroom.
“But you’re not a gentleman” she said as he plopped her onto the bed “so there’s nothing stopping you”
She grabbed him by the lapels and planted another kiss on his mouth, much more controlled and unhurried and he started to reciprocate.
He had never noticed before but Clare was actually an attractive woman, who beneath her stern exterior was a warm open person, with an altogether pleasant demeanour.
She was not the person that the family all thought she was, she was not the persona she projected to the world.
Dave began unbuttoning her dressing gown and her kissing became more intense and she snorted through her nose.
He couldn’t believe he was in Cousin Clare’s bedroom, kissing her while he was undressing her.
His sister Karen would laugh her socks off if she knew he was snogging the “dried up old witch” and enjoying it.
It didn’t feel to him like he was fondling a witch, she was too warm, soft and tender and when his finger went between her lips he knew she wasn’t dried up either.
And when he was positioned between her thighs she stopped kissing him and said
“I thought this day would never come”
So as he looked into her eyes he slowly entered her.
On his way back from the bathroom he paused to gaze out of the landing window and the snow was still falling fast and then he climbed back into Clare’s bed and she gave a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.
“Tomorrow” he replied “if you still want me”
“Why wouldn’t I still want you?” she asked
“You may feel differently in the cold light of day” he pointed out
“I won’t” she assured him
“How can you be so sure?” he asked
“Because…”
“Because?”
“Because I’ve always wanted you” she replied
“In which case we can do it all day” he said and kissed her
“We have to drive to Abbottsford tomorrow” she pointed out
“It’s still snowing so we won’t be going anywhere tomorrow”
“What about the Family Christmas Tradition?”
“I suppose we’re just going to start our own tradition” he said
Clare lifted her head from his chest and looked at him coyly and said
“Then I hope it snows till twelfth night”
David Shoreman thought he had drawn the short straw when he had to drive from the family home in Abbottsford to pick up his 2nd cousin Clare Pilkington from Dulcet St Mary on December 23rd.
But it was family tradition for the clan to gather together at Christmas and even though Cousin Clare was a pain in the arse she had to be got and it was his turn.
Although they were the same age, 35ish, were both single and shared a great grandfather, they had nothing in common whatsoever because he was an outgoing, personable and fun loving, whereas Clare was a dried up old witch, in his opinion anyway.
Clare lived alone in a big house, which she once shared with her deceased brother and parents, she didn’t socialize, she had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter and apart from the annual sojourn to Abbottsford for Christmas she was a bit of a recluse.
She wasn’t really liked within the family in fact she was barely tolerated.
But the truth of the matter was they didn’t really know her and made little or no attempt to rectify that situation.
As he left Abbottsford it started to snow and the snow that had fallen ten days earlier was still evident on the ground so the fresh fall quickly settled.
He wasn’t keen on driving in the snow, and he didn’t like driving to Dulcet St Mary either, doing it in the snow just made it worse so he drove very cautiously.
It was apparent that the snow was coming from the direction he was heading because as he was driving between the Finchbottom Expressway and the Dulcets the snow on the road was getting significantly deeper so he went even more cautiously until he finally arrived.
Clare looked the same as usual with her fine brunette hair scraped back off her face giving her a severe “Croydon facelift” appearance.
She also wore the familiar black pinafore dress over a grey blouse and black wooly tights.
There was a polite though monosyllabic exchange of words on his arrival but he urged haste on the basis of the weather and she quickly locked her front door while David put her case in the car.
“I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get to Abbottsford in this mess” he said as they set off
“I like the snow” she remarked
“Me too” he agreed “but not for driving in”
The road back to the Finchbottom Expressway was impassable so they tried the road to Shallowfield however they only got as far as Mornington and had to turn back.
There was another route across the Vale that went through Clarence but the likelihood that it was passable was severely in question.
“It looks like we’ll have to stay at yours and try again in the morning” he said
“Ok” she responded
(Part 02)
When they got back to the house he couldn’t get the car all the way up the slope of the driveway so he had to leave it where he came to a stop.
It was only ten yards from the car to the front door but the snow was calf deep so by the time they reached the sanctuary of her house the snow had got into their footwear and Clare’s thick woolly tights were wet through.
“Make yourself at home” she said and ran upstairs
David took off his coat and wet shoes and walked into the lounge and took out his phone.
“Where are you?” His sister Karen asked crossly “we were getting worried”
“I’m at Clare’s” he replied
“What still?”
“Yes, the roads are blocked so I’m staying here for the night and we’ll try again in the morning”
“So you’re spending the night with Cruella?” Karen said and laughed
“I hope you’re going to behave yourself”
“Very funny” he retorted
“Good luck” Karen said
Just then he heard Clare descending the stairs so he said
“I’ll see you tomorrow”
Clare walked into the room and she had lost the “Croydon facelift” look and as her hair had been shaken out and tumbled onto her shoulders.
She had also lost the black pinafore dress, the grey blouse and black wooly tights, instead she had on a full length pink fluffy dressing gown, pink socks and pink bunny slippers, an altogether more frivolous version of Clare than he had ever seen before.
In her arms she was carrying some clothes.
“It’s only joggers and socks” she said “they were Clive’s, he was about your size”
Clive was her brother, who died in the same car accident that took her parents.
“Thanks” he said still reeling from the softer pinker Clare.
But despite the fluffy exterior she was still the same monosyllabic woman as before.
That was at least until she opened the first of several bottles of wine and then she didn’t stop talking.
Due to the snowy weather, which was showing no sign of abating, he was a captive audience as she sat and drank wine she slowly revealed herself.
After Clare opened the third bottle of wine she proceeded to reveal more and more about herself with every drink, but the more she drank the more she tended to ramble and she spoke a lot about time and sands running through her fingers and choices and not knowing, but he couldn’t really follow her train of thought very easily as the alcohol had taken its toll, so before she could open a fourth bottle of wine he took the initiative decided to steer her up to her room.
(Part 03)
Once they reached her bedroom door he had to wedge her against the door jamb while he opened the door, unfortunately as the door swung open she fell into the room.
Dave instinctively reached out and grabbed her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself unfortunately he overreached and fell to the floor before she did and landed on his back just in time for Clare to land on top of him.
“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask” she slurred before planting an almost Labrador like kiss on his mouth.
“I’m too much of a gentleman” he said after extricating himself from her embrace and struggled to his feet and helped Clare to do the same before steering her into the bedroom.
“But you’re not a gentleman” she said as he plopped her onto the bed “so there’s nothing stopping you”
She grabbed him by the lapels and planted another kiss on his mouth, much more controlled and unhurried and he started to reciprocate.
He had never noticed before but Clare was actually an attractive woman, who beneath her stern exterior was a warm open person, with an altogether pleasant demeanour.
She was not the person that the family all thought she was, she was not the persona she projected to the world.
Dave began unbuttoning her dressing gown and her kissing became more intense and she snorted through her nose.
He couldn’t believe he was in Cousin Clare’s bedroom, kissing her while he was undressing her.
His sister Karen would laugh her socks off if she knew he was snogging the “dried up old witch” and enjoying it.
It didn’t feel to him like he was fondling a witch, she was too warm, soft and tender and when his finger went between her lips he knew she wasn’t dried up either.
And when he was positioned between her thighs she stopped kissing him and said
“I thought this day would never come”
So as he looked into her eyes he slowly entered her.
On his way back from the bathroom he paused to gaze out of the landing window and the snow was still falling fast and then he climbed back into Clare’s bed and she gave a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.
“Tomorrow” he replied “if you still want me”
“Why wouldn’t I still want you?” she asked
“You may feel differently in the cold light of day” he pointed out
“I won’t” she assured him
“How can you be so sure?” he asked
“Because…”
“Because?”
“Because I’ve always wanted you” she replied
“In which case we can do it all day” he said and kissed her
“We have to drive to Abbottsford tomorrow” she pointed out
“It’s still snowing so we won’t be going anywhere tomorrow”
“What about the Family Christmas Tradition?”
“I suppose we’re just going to start our own tradition” he said
Clare lifted her head from his chest and looked at him coyly and said
“Then I hope it snows till twelfth night”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (243) Cup Final Day
Although he now lived in Shallowfield Pete Bailey was born and bred in Abbottsford and the third Saturday in May was a red letter day for him as his beloved Abbottsford Town “the Knights” were playing Chelsea in the FA Cup final.
Unfortunately he was unable to get a ticket and as he thought he might be reduced to tears by the occasion he elected not to watch it in the The Foresters with his mates, choosing instead to watch it at home on his own, he had even ditched his girlfriend Hannah for the day and depending on the result they would either celebrate or commiserate at the pub afterwards.
As he sat in the Black and White quartered shirt of Abbottsford Town watching the preamble he did indeed shed a tear.
It was as the echoes of “abide with me” began to fade that the knock at the door came.
He opened the door and was greeted by his very eager and affectionate girlfriend Hannah who, the instant the front door was closed launched herself at him.
He managed to fend her off long enough to ask her
“What are you doing here? We’re not supposed to be meeting up until later, “after” the cup final”
“I’m horny” she replied and put his hand on her unfettered tit
“You’re always horny” he pointed out “You’re nickname is horny Hannah”
“But its Cup Final Day” he said letting go of her breast
“And I’m horny” she reiterated
“Cup Final” he shouted
“Horny” she shouted back and wriggled out of her dress
He was positioned on the sofa behind her in such a way that he could fiddle with her exceptionally wet fanny with one hand and play with her tit with the other and still be able to watch the Football.
He managed to keep her bubbling away just under boiling point, simmering her gently, until the half time whistle blew when he brought her quickly and noisily to the boil before he speared her over the coffee table.
He was thankful for the raw unrestrained sex as it took his mind off the events on the pitch where Chelsea had Town on the back foot for the whole of the first half but were shockingly unable to score.
But when the second period kicked off he needed to concentrate and try to ignore his horny girlfriend
“What happens if Chelsea win?” she asked as she sat fingering herself in the armchair in front of him trying to distract him from the screen.
“It doesn’t really matter does it? It’s only a game”
“It’s only a game?” he asked with contempt
“Yes” she said
“Well let me give you a reason to care who wins” he said
“If Chelsea win Horny Hannah doesn’t get another shag today”
“Come on the Knights” she shouted
Time was running out and although Chelsea completely out played the Knights it was still goalless and as the match entered stoppage time it looked for all the world that the match would go to extra time.
Then midfielder Del Blackmore started to put in a run on goal straight down the middle and twenty five yards out he let fly with his left foot.
Everyone in Black and White in the Wembley crowd were on their feet, Pete was on his feet and Hannah stopped fingering her fanny as Tim Dalton, the Chelsea keeper, leapt to his right at full stretch and was left clutching thin air as the ball hit the back of the net.
Pete went absolutely crazy and was jumping up and down and there was an explosion of noise from the Wembley stands which all but drowned out the referee’s whistle Abbottsford Town had won the FA cup.
Hannah was staring at the TV with a confused look on her face
“Does that mean I get a shag now?” she asked but Pete was already kneeling in front of her armchair with his engorged cock in his hand
“Oh goody” she cheered “Up the Knights”
Unfortunately he was unable to get a ticket and as he thought he might be reduced to tears by the occasion he elected not to watch it in the The Foresters with his mates, choosing instead to watch it at home on his own, he had even ditched his girlfriend Hannah for the day and depending on the result they would either celebrate or commiserate at the pub afterwards.
As he sat in the Black and White quartered shirt of Abbottsford Town watching the preamble he did indeed shed a tear.
It was as the echoes of “abide with me” began to fade that the knock at the door came.
He opened the door and was greeted by his very eager and affectionate girlfriend Hannah who, the instant the front door was closed launched herself at him.
He managed to fend her off long enough to ask her
“What are you doing here? We’re not supposed to be meeting up until later, “after” the cup final”
“I’m horny” she replied and put his hand on her unfettered tit
“You’re always horny” he pointed out “You’re nickname is horny Hannah”
“But its Cup Final Day” he said letting go of her breast
“And I’m horny” she reiterated
“Cup Final” he shouted
“Horny” she shouted back and wriggled out of her dress
He was positioned on the sofa behind her in such a way that he could fiddle with her exceptionally wet fanny with one hand and play with her tit with the other and still be able to watch the Football.
He managed to keep her bubbling away just under boiling point, simmering her gently, until the half time whistle blew when he brought her quickly and noisily to the boil before he speared her over the coffee table.
He was thankful for the raw unrestrained sex as it took his mind off the events on the pitch where Chelsea had Town on the back foot for the whole of the first half but were shockingly unable to score.
But when the second period kicked off he needed to concentrate and try to ignore his horny girlfriend
“What happens if Chelsea win?” she asked as she sat fingering herself in the armchair in front of him trying to distract him from the screen.
“It doesn’t really matter does it? It’s only a game”
“It’s only a game?” he asked with contempt
“Yes” she said
“Well let me give you a reason to care who wins” he said
“If Chelsea win Horny Hannah doesn’t get another shag today”
“Come on the Knights” she shouted
Time was running out and although Chelsea completely out played the Knights it was still goalless and as the match entered stoppage time it looked for all the world that the match would go to extra time.
Then midfielder Del Blackmore started to put in a run on goal straight down the middle and twenty five yards out he let fly with his left foot.
Everyone in Black and White in the Wembley crowd were on their feet, Pete was on his feet and Hannah stopped fingering her fanny as Tim Dalton, the Chelsea keeper, leapt to his right at full stretch and was left clutching thin air as the ball hit the back of the net.
Pete went absolutely crazy and was jumping up and down and there was an explosion of noise from the Wembley stands which all but drowned out the referee’s whistle Abbottsford Town had won the FA cup.
Hannah was staring at the TV with a confused look on her face
“Does that mean I get a shag now?” she asked but Pete was already kneeling in front of her armchair with his engorged cock in his hand
“Oh goody” she cheered “Up the Knights”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (242) Performing CPR
(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 but then Linda also started to demand one to one attention.
(Part 02)
But despite his sexual partnerships with them and the threesomes his life didn’t entirely revolve around them, occasionally he did things that had nothing to do with shagging members of the medical profession.
So it was a cold Monday night in January and Nigel had been playing 6 aside football at the Finchbottom Leisure Centre with a group of friends.
But when he walked out of the front doors, Finchbottom was in the teeth of a blizzard, and he found his sports gear somewhat inadequate for the conditions.
He decided to run to the car and get the heater going as soon as possible.
Nigel got in the car and started the engine, the roads around the Leisure Centre were very bad but the Finchbottom Expressway was fine.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is about” he thought to himself smugly and then he got off the motorway and onto the untreated roads and he knew exactly what all the fuss was about.
The roads were barely visible and he drove very gingerly along the first stretch, which ended at a roundabout, which is where he got lucky.
A Range Rover entered the roundabout ahead of him and turned off onto the road he wanted, so he got in its tracks and followed it for about four miles and then just as he was beginning to feel smug again his luck ran out as the Range Rover turned left at the T-junction and Nigel was going right.
As luck would have it the road was not as bad as the previous one and showed distinct signs of having had more traffic using it and there were even visible signs of Tarmac.
So he pressed on with caution and he was less than two miles from home when disaster struck, when he took a right hand bend slightly too vigorously and lost the back end and went off the road arse first into a ditch.
He tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned himself to the fact he would have to walk the last mile and a half.
He got out of the car and the wind cut through his thin clothing like it wasn’t there.
“No matter” he thought, “I’ll get my coat out of the boot”
But when he got to the back of the car he found the boot staved in and he was unable to open it.
“Bollocks” he said
So there was nothing for it than to get home as quickly as he could.
The problem was that as quickly as possible isn’t very quick at all when you are improperly dressed and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind.
He made really slow progress and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, so he made a phone call to the only person he thought could help him, Dr Celeste Hanley, because she drove a Cherokee Jeep.
When the phone was answered she was surprised.
“Nigel?” she retorted “why are you phoning at this time?”
“Caa Caa Car crcrcrashed” he stuttered “Strannndded”
“Oh God” she said urgently “Are you hurt?”
“Ccccold” He chattered
“Alright stay in the car and keep out of the wind” she said once he had relayed his position “Don’t wander off”
“Ok” he replied weekly
(Part 03)
It had been more than an hour and there was no sign of her and he was just about to give up on her and start walking when he saw headlights through the falling snow.
He was so cold he got in the car without speaking and even in the warmth of the car he couldn’t speak for the chattering of his teeth and he couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying.
So he didn’t hear her say that she was taking him back to her house.
“Come with me” she ordered “we need to warm you up”
She took him from the hall and upstairs to the master bedroom.
He didn’t need to be shown the way, he’d been in the bedroom many times before and he’d been inside Celeste in that bedroom many times before.
Once in the bedroom Celeste didn’t dwell, she opened the other door to the en suite and flicked another switch and a light flickered into life.
She quickly turned on the shower before turning towards him.
“Right” she said, “Get those wet clothes off”
He tried to comply but he couldn’t feel his fingers as he struggled with the buttons.
So Celeste had to undress him, normally a rather enjoyable activity, but this time it was rather less so.
“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid his shirt “you stupid man”
He didn’t respond, as the chattering of his teeth appeared to be worsening.
“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down his trousers and pants
“You could have died” she repeated and smacked his bare bum cheek
She placed a stool in the shower cubicle.
“Sit down there babe” she instructed as she helped him in to the cubicle before adjusting the shower head so he got a good dousing of the tepid water.
“StStStill cold” he stuttered after about five minutes
“I know babe” she said “but we need to warm you up slowly”
She bent down and picked up all his wet things and holding them at arm’s length she said
“I’ll be back in a minute”
She was good to her word and when she returned she brought a chair with her, she adjusted the temperature of the water a few degrees and then she sat down and watched him.
She repeated the procedure every ten minutes or so and after about forty minutes he was starting to get feeling back in his fingers and toes and his teeth had stopped chattering.
(Part 04)
“How are you feeling now?” she asked
“I’m warming up a bit I think” Nigel replied
“Ok” she said and opened the cubicle door “let’s get you on your feet”
Celeste helped him to stand up and took the stool away and said
“Let’s start getting that warmth circulating round your body”
“It’s hard,” he said pathetically
“Just walk round and round and if you keep moving I’ll turn the temperature up every five minutes” she said “but if you stop moving I’ll turn it down”
“What kind of a doctor are you?” he asked
“One with your best interests at heart” she said “now move”
It was quite a big cubicle and he just had to walk up and down.
After about an hour of this the water started to feel hot on his skin for the first time and he thought
“I’m thawed”
Five minutes later Celeste said
“Ok time to get out, you’re starting to look like a lobster”
He did as he was told and got out and she was waiting with towels for him and it was while she was wrapping him in them that he caught sight of his own reflection in the steamy mirror.
He wiped a patch of the glass with the corner of the towel
“Argh” he exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” Celeste asked concerned “is it your chest? Are you getting pains?”
“Look! Look!” he said pointing,
“What?” she said confused
That was when he realised he was pointing at his reflection which she couldn’t see from her perspective so he looked down instead.
“Argh” he screamed “it’s dropped off”
His penis and its associated components were missing.
Nigel was filled with remorse and then like in the last moments of a drowning man’s life, every piece of pussy he’d ever had passed before his eyes in every lurid detail.
With grave concern on her face Celeste stared at him before looking down at the sight of his affliction and then she laughed
“Heartless bitch” he thought.
“Aww it looks like a button mushroom” she said unhelpfully and laughed again
“How can you be so callous” he said dramatically “show some respect for the dead”
“Don’t be so dramatic” she scolded, “give it a while and it will pop out like a jack in the box”
“No” he said solemnly “the beast is dead”
Then he turned and wrapped the towels around him to preserve his dignity before walking forlornly into the bedroom and plopping down into an easy chair.
Celeste followed him into the room speaking words of encouragement to him but he was not convinced,
“Don’t despair Nigel” she urged as she placed a thermometer in his mouth
“It’s only temporary”
Celeste then proceeded to put a cuff around his arm to check his blood pressure.
While she pumped the bulb he was consumed by dark thoughts of the demise of his dick.
“Good” she announced loosening the cuff before she took the thermometer from his mouth looked at it and nodded approvingly
“I can confirm you are definitely alive,” Celeste said as she sat on the bed opposite him.
“Cheer up, it won’t take much to get the old boy going again,” she said encouragingly but he was far from sure and when he looked at her he thought
“It will take a miracle with you dressed like that”
(Part 05)
He had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way all the time he had known her.
She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was.
Her reassuring words, regardless of what she was wearing, were not bringing him out of his torpor of melancholy.
“He just needs some encouragement” she said, “just try to think of some of his past triumphs”
Nigel was unmoved and more to the point so was his cock.
“Just think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions” Celeste suggested, but he didn’t respond
“I can still remember vividly that first time in consulting room” she continued
“Yes so can I” he thought
“When I wandered around the office sans undies and you fingered me while I sat on the corner of my desk, God that was so dirty” she said wistfully “And so good”
Celeste paused and looked away reflectively as if she was rerunning the whole night through her head.
“Then you had Linda on the floor while I watched”
Then she recounted every coupling they had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and all the time his genitalia remained conspicuous by its absence.
But she carried on regardless and although her intention was to arouse his frozen soldier she only served to arouse herself instead.
As he looked at her across the bed from him, he saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly as she sat narrating the history of their love making.
“And then there was the conference call” she exclaimed, “God with everyone just outside”
“Yes that was special,” he agreed as he watched her hands moving on her lap.
“Don’t forget the time you ravished me in my own office while Linda was running the “Well man” clinic, and I made you strip off and ride me on my chair” he said
She glanced in his direction and clearly thought by his expression that she was getting through to him so in the best interests of her patient she yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
He could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.
“Tell me more,” He suggested as he felt sensation down below
“Our romantic dinner in the Clayton Manor Hotel restaurant when I went commando”
She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone to Linda was very…” she said and paused briefly as she came “sexy”
(Part 06)
He unwrapped the towels from around himself and found his little purple-headed friend had finally answered the call, he wasn’t in full attendance but at least he had turned up.
“Look whose here” he said
Celeste opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she scrambled towards him.
Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him, not that there was an awful lot of him at that point.
“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his diminished member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity.
And by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was wide-awake and she gave one final long gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Celeste stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking,” he said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
Nigel’s hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up her firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
One of Celeste’s hands reached out and gripped the top of the chest of drawers tightly while the other grasped the arm of the chair and she gripped so tightly that her knuckles whitened before she moaned quietly, as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed all of him.
His hand then left her bounteous hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands and all the while Celeste was rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
He still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and the dirty Doctor did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed
“That felt so good” she said giggling, “I’m so glad it’s not dead”
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 but then Linda also started to demand one to one attention.
(Part 02)
But despite his sexual partnerships with them and the threesomes his life didn’t entirely revolve around them, occasionally he did things that had nothing to do with shagging members of the medical profession.
So it was a cold Monday night in January and Nigel had been playing 6 aside football at the Finchbottom Leisure Centre with a group of friends.
But when he walked out of the front doors, Finchbottom was in the teeth of a blizzard, and he found his sports gear somewhat inadequate for the conditions.
He decided to run to the car and get the heater going as soon as possible.
Nigel got in the car and started the engine, the roads around the Leisure Centre were very bad but the Finchbottom Expressway was fine.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is about” he thought to himself smugly and then he got off the motorway and onto the untreated roads and he knew exactly what all the fuss was about.
The roads were barely visible and he drove very gingerly along the first stretch, which ended at a roundabout, which is where he got lucky.
A Range Rover entered the roundabout ahead of him and turned off onto the road he wanted, so he got in its tracks and followed it for about four miles and then just as he was beginning to feel smug again his luck ran out as the Range Rover turned left at the T-junction and Nigel was going right.
As luck would have it the road was not as bad as the previous one and showed distinct signs of having had more traffic using it and there were even visible signs of Tarmac.
So he pressed on with caution and he was less than two miles from home when disaster struck, when he took a right hand bend slightly too vigorously and lost the back end and went off the road arse first into a ditch.
He tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned himself to the fact he would have to walk the last mile and a half.
He got out of the car and the wind cut through his thin clothing like it wasn’t there.
“No matter” he thought, “I’ll get my coat out of the boot”
But when he got to the back of the car he found the boot staved in and he was unable to open it.
“Bollocks” he said
So there was nothing for it than to get home as quickly as he could.
The problem was that as quickly as possible isn’t very quick at all when you are improperly dressed and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind.
He made really slow progress and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, so he made a phone call to the only person he thought could help him, Dr Celeste Hanley, because she drove a Cherokee Jeep.
When the phone was answered she was surprised.
“Nigel?” she retorted “why are you phoning at this time?”
“Caa Caa Car crcrcrashed” he stuttered “Strannndded”
“Oh God” she said urgently “Are you hurt?”
“Ccccold” He chattered
“Alright stay in the car and keep out of the wind” she said once he had relayed his position “Don’t wander off”
“Ok” he replied weekly
(Part 03)
It had been more than an hour and there was no sign of her and he was just about to give up on her and start walking when he saw headlights through the falling snow.
He was so cold he got in the car without speaking and even in the warmth of the car he couldn’t speak for the chattering of his teeth and he couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying.
So he didn’t hear her say that she was taking him back to her house.
“Come with me” she ordered “we need to warm you up”
She took him from the hall and upstairs to the master bedroom.
He didn’t need to be shown the way, he’d been in the bedroom many times before and he’d been inside Celeste in that bedroom many times before.
Once in the bedroom Celeste didn’t dwell, she opened the other door to the en suite and flicked another switch and a light flickered into life.
She quickly turned on the shower before turning towards him.
“Right” she said, “Get those wet clothes off”
He tried to comply but he couldn’t feel his fingers as he struggled with the buttons.
So Celeste had to undress him, normally a rather enjoyable activity, but this time it was rather less so.
“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid his shirt “you stupid man”
He didn’t respond, as the chattering of his teeth appeared to be worsening.
“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down his trousers and pants
“You could have died” she repeated and smacked his bare bum cheek
She placed a stool in the shower cubicle.
“Sit down there babe” she instructed as she helped him in to the cubicle before adjusting the shower head so he got a good dousing of the tepid water.
“StStStill cold” he stuttered after about five minutes
“I know babe” she said “but we need to warm you up slowly”
She bent down and picked up all his wet things and holding them at arm’s length she said
“I’ll be back in a minute”
She was good to her word and when she returned she brought a chair with her, she adjusted the temperature of the water a few degrees and then she sat down and watched him.
She repeated the procedure every ten minutes or so and after about forty minutes he was starting to get feeling back in his fingers and toes and his teeth had stopped chattering.
(Part 04)
“How are you feeling now?” she asked
“I’m warming up a bit I think” Nigel replied
“Ok” she said and opened the cubicle door “let’s get you on your feet”
Celeste helped him to stand up and took the stool away and said
“Let’s start getting that warmth circulating round your body”
“It’s hard,” he said pathetically
“Just walk round and round and if you keep moving I’ll turn the temperature up every five minutes” she said “but if you stop moving I’ll turn it down”
“What kind of a doctor are you?” he asked
“One with your best interests at heart” she said “now move”
It was quite a big cubicle and he just had to walk up and down.
After about an hour of this the water started to feel hot on his skin for the first time and he thought
“I’m thawed”
Five minutes later Celeste said
“Ok time to get out, you’re starting to look like a lobster”
He did as he was told and got out and she was waiting with towels for him and it was while she was wrapping him in them that he caught sight of his own reflection in the steamy mirror.
He wiped a patch of the glass with the corner of the towel
“Argh” he exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” Celeste asked concerned “is it your chest? Are you getting pains?”
“Look! Look!” he said pointing,
“What?” she said confused
That was when he realised he was pointing at his reflection which she couldn’t see from her perspective so he looked down instead.
“Argh” he screamed “it’s dropped off”
His penis and its associated components were missing.
Nigel was filled with remorse and then like in the last moments of a drowning man’s life, every piece of pussy he’d ever had passed before his eyes in every lurid detail.
With grave concern on her face Celeste stared at him before looking down at the sight of his affliction and then she laughed
“Heartless bitch” he thought.
“Aww it looks like a button mushroom” she said unhelpfully and laughed again
“How can you be so callous” he said dramatically “show some respect for the dead”
“Don’t be so dramatic” she scolded, “give it a while and it will pop out like a jack in the box”
“No” he said solemnly “the beast is dead”
Then he turned and wrapped the towels around him to preserve his dignity before walking forlornly into the bedroom and plopping down into an easy chair.
Celeste followed him into the room speaking words of encouragement to him but he was not convinced,
“Don’t despair Nigel” she urged as she placed a thermometer in his mouth
“It’s only temporary”
Celeste then proceeded to put a cuff around his arm to check his blood pressure.
While she pumped the bulb he was consumed by dark thoughts of the demise of his dick.
“Good” she announced loosening the cuff before she took the thermometer from his mouth looked at it and nodded approvingly
“I can confirm you are definitely alive,” Celeste said as she sat on the bed opposite him.
“Cheer up, it won’t take much to get the old boy going again,” she said encouragingly but he was far from sure and when he looked at her he thought
“It will take a miracle with you dressed like that”
(Part 05)
He had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way all the time he had known her.
She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was.
Her reassuring words, regardless of what she was wearing, were not bringing him out of his torpor of melancholy.
“He just needs some encouragement” she said, “just try to think of some of his past triumphs”
Nigel was unmoved and more to the point so was his cock.
“Just think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions” Celeste suggested, but he didn’t respond
“I can still remember vividly that first time in consulting room” she continued
“Yes so can I” he thought
“When I wandered around the office sans undies and you fingered me while I sat on the corner of my desk, God that was so dirty” she said wistfully “And so good”
Celeste paused and looked away reflectively as if she was rerunning the whole night through her head.
“Then you had Linda on the floor while I watched”
Then she recounted every coupling they had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and all the time his genitalia remained conspicuous by its absence.
But she carried on regardless and although her intention was to arouse his frozen soldier she only served to arouse herself instead.
As he looked at her across the bed from him, he saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly as she sat narrating the history of their love making.
“And then there was the conference call” she exclaimed, “God with everyone just outside”
“Yes that was special,” he agreed as he watched her hands moving on her lap.
“Don’t forget the time you ravished me in my own office while Linda was running the “Well man” clinic, and I made you strip off and ride me on my chair” he said
She glanced in his direction and clearly thought by his expression that she was getting through to him so in the best interests of her patient she yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
He could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.
“Tell me more,” He suggested as he felt sensation down below
“Our romantic dinner in the Clayton Manor Hotel restaurant when I went commando”
She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone to Linda was very…” she said and paused briefly as she came “sexy”
(Part 06)
He unwrapped the towels from around himself and found his little purple-headed friend had finally answered the call, he wasn’t in full attendance but at least he had turned up.
“Look whose here” he said
Celeste opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she scrambled towards him.
Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him, not that there was an awful lot of him at that point.
“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his diminished member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity.
And by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was wide-awake and she gave one final long gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Celeste stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking,” he said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
Nigel’s hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up her firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
One of Celeste’s hands reached out and gripped the top of the chest of drawers tightly while the other grasped the arm of the chair and she gripped so tightly that her knuckles whitened before she moaned quietly, as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed all of him.
His hand then left her bounteous hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands and all the while Celeste was rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
He still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and the dirty Doctor did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed
“That felt so good” she said giggling, “I’m so glad it’s not dead”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (241) The Purplemere Verger – In the Vicarage Garden
(Part 01)
As Mark Tams took an extended recuperative walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere he was walking ten feet tall.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
But the reason he walking with such a spring in his step was because of a change in his treatment, a very medicinal treatment in the form of Annette Cook, who was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
A beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love.
But the special medicine stemmed from the afternoon when they had given each other their innocence.
And in the month that followed they shared further intimacies and their love had deepened.
The purpose of the walk that afternoon was however less about recuperation and more about killing time until it was time to see his girlfriend Annette again.
And after about forty minutes he could wait no longer so he headed off towards the vicarage to see her.
On the way he met Reverend Huggett coming the other way, he liked the Vicar and although he was desperate to be elsewhere he spent about 10 minutes in conversation with him.
When he arrived at the vicarage he let himself in through the back gate and he found Annette sitting on a blanket on the lawn reading a book, wearing a green bikini top and on her lower half was a floral sarong, which he presumed was hiding the partner to her bikini top.
Mark approached her on her blind side
“Hello sexy” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“Yes you did” she retorted
“Yes I did” he admitted “I was trying to scare the pants off you”
“Shush” she replied “Uncle Jim will hear you”
“It’s ok, he’s gone to the church, I just passed him in the lane” he corrected her
“Oh, ok then give me a kiss”
After a long sustained kiss he said
“Be careful you don’t catch the sun again”
“I have sunscreen on” she replied “but you can always top me up”
“You know what happened the last time I put cream on your back?” he reminded her
“I don’t mind taking a risk” Annette said and lay face down on the blanket and Mark knelt down next her and perused her pale young body.
Annette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.
He squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Lovely” she replied
“I need to undo your bikini top honey” Mark said “so I can do it properly”
“Ok” she said dreamily, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
Then he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
(Part 02)
He squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
“The sun won’t reach there” she sighed
“You can never be too sure” he replied and Annette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup and then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving him clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.
When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso massaging the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips then he loosened the knot on her sarong and uncovered her, and he was right about her bottoms they did match her top.
He continued massaging all the newly uncovered flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.
And by the way she was fidgeting he surmised it was time to deal with her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately, her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the blanket and the green fabric moved easily off her clenched buttocks and then he had them off over her feet a few seconds later.
Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before pushing her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her very moist crevice, and she uttered the sweetest sigh.
Annette buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps but her lathery lips told him she was in raptures and then he felt her body go rigid and heard her come despite her face being buried in the folds of the blanket.
“I think we should go up to your room now” he said and Annette turned her head to look at him and retorted
“And I think we should do it hear”
“Are you sure?”
But without replying she leapt up like a horny ginger ninja and pushed him onto his back and began undressing him
“I’ll take that as a yes” he said and surrendered to her.
Annette was laying naked on the blanket looking like the cat that got the cream while Mark put his pants and shorts back on.
“You’d better cover up that gorgeous body before the vicar gets back from matins” he said wishing he could just take her upstairs to her bedroom and have her again
Eventually she did make a move and Annette was just popping her puppies back into her biking top when her uncle, the vicar, opened the back gate so she wrapped the sarong around her naked nether regions and Mark put her bottoms in his pocket.
As Mark Tams took an extended recuperative walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere he was walking ten feet tall.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
But the reason he walking with such a spring in his step was because of a change in his treatment, a very medicinal treatment in the form of Annette Cook, who was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
A beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love.
But the special medicine stemmed from the afternoon when they had given each other their innocence.
And in the month that followed they shared further intimacies and their love had deepened.
The purpose of the walk that afternoon was however less about recuperation and more about killing time until it was time to see his girlfriend Annette again.
And after about forty minutes he could wait no longer so he headed off towards the vicarage to see her.
On the way he met Reverend Huggett coming the other way, he liked the Vicar and although he was desperate to be elsewhere he spent about 10 minutes in conversation with him.
When he arrived at the vicarage he let himself in through the back gate and he found Annette sitting on a blanket on the lawn reading a book, wearing a green bikini top and on her lower half was a floral sarong, which he presumed was hiding the partner to her bikini top.
Mark approached her on her blind side
“Hello sexy” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“Yes you did” she retorted
“Yes I did” he admitted “I was trying to scare the pants off you”
“Shush” she replied “Uncle Jim will hear you”
“It’s ok, he’s gone to the church, I just passed him in the lane” he corrected her
“Oh, ok then give me a kiss”
After a long sustained kiss he said
“Be careful you don’t catch the sun again”
“I have sunscreen on” she replied “but you can always top me up”
“You know what happened the last time I put cream on your back?” he reminded her
“I don’t mind taking a risk” Annette said and lay face down on the blanket and Mark knelt down next her and perused her pale young body.
Annette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.
He squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Lovely” she replied
“I need to undo your bikini top honey” Mark said “so I can do it properly”
“Ok” she said dreamily, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
Then he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
(Part 02)
He squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and into one of her cups, but once his hand got that far he was only interested in her breast.
“The sun won’t reach there” she sighed
“You can never be too sure” he replied and Annette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup and then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving him clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.
When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso massaging the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips then he loosened the knot on her sarong and uncovered her, and he was right about her bottoms they did match her top.
He continued massaging all the newly uncovered flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.
And by the way she was fidgeting he surmised it was time to deal with her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately, her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the blanket and the green fabric moved easily off her clenched buttocks and then he had them off over her feet a few seconds later.
Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before pushing her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her very moist crevice, and she uttered the sweetest sigh.
Annette buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps but her lathery lips told him she was in raptures and then he felt her body go rigid and heard her come despite her face being buried in the folds of the blanket.
“I think we should go up to your room now” he said and Annette turned her head to look at him and retorted
“And I think we should do it hear”
“Are you sure?”
But without replying she leapt up like a horny ginger ninja and pushed him onto his back and began undressing him
“I’ll take that as a yes” he said and surrendered to her.
Annette was laying naked on the blanket looking like the cat that got the cream while Mark put his pants and shorts back on.
“You’d better cover up that gorgeous body before the vicar gets back from matins” he said wishing he could just take her upstairs to her bedroom and have her again
Eventually she did make a move and Annette was just popping her puppies back into her biking top when her uncle, the vicar, opened the back gate so she wrapped the sarong around her naked nether regions and Mark put her bottoms in his pocket.
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