Choice Tales from the Vale – (294) Mother’s Day

 

The village of Brocklington was on the River Brooke about six miles downstream from Sharping St Mary in the Finchbottom Vale which was nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.

The Vale was once a great wetland that centuries earlier stretched from Mornington in the East to Childean in the west and from Shallowfield in the south to Purplemere in the north.

But over the many centuries the vast majority had been drained for agriculture, a feat achieved largely by the efforts of famous Mornington Mills, of which only three had survived to the present day and even those were no longer functional and were in various states of repair.  

There were only three small bodies of water left in the Vale now one in Mornington, one in Childean and third of course was Purplemere.

 

One of the newest inhabitants of Brocklington was a Purplemere native, Sean Coates, who had moved to the village to live with his girlfriend Ruth, and they lived there very happily for two years before disaster struck when their cottage was flooded, and they had to move in with her parents, Bob and Simone, who lived in a big house on the other side of the village.

This was not in itself too onerous, they had a lovely spacious home and they had more than enough room to accommodate them while the repairs were going on at the cottage, the problem Sean had was with Simone.

He had always thought her to be a very attractive woman, cultured, elegant, graceful, slim, slender and always immaculately dressed, and he very much admired how a woman in her late forties could still look so beautiful.

However, when they were living under the same roof he saw her in a very different light, in her own domestic environment she was more casual and even at times underdressed and Sean had spied her in varying degrees of undress and had intimate glimpses of her which had turned his admiration into lust.

It was appropriately, or possible inappropriately, on the night of Mothering Sunday when his lustful admiration came to a head.

 

Ruth had retired early with a migraine, Simone was in the master bedroom watching TV, Bob was drinking in his study and Sean had gone for a shower.

He selected the main bathroom on the upstairs landing as Simone was known to walk around upstairs in her nightdress and he was hoping that very much, that night would be one of them.

 

When he was finished he dried himself thoroughly and had just wrapped a towel around his naked lower half when he heard her bedroom door open and while he waited for her to cross the landing the anticipation had made him quite hard.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of course, he had had several voyeuristic encounters with her in the weeks he had lived there, but whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.

He was listening intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he could hear her along the landing he opened the door and found he had timed it to perfection as Simone was right there wearing a black one-piece teddie.

“Hello Simone” he said wearing only a towel.

“Oh Sean” she responded, and her eyes went straight to his bulge.

“I’m glad I bumped into you,” he said

“Me too” she said and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her silk clad figure, she pushed him back in the bathroom and closed the door and locked it.

Once that was done she quickly took the initiative and pulled down the front of her teddie and uncovered her beautiful tits, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock. 

This was a surprising turn of events, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting in a way he hadn’t even dreamt of and he had no intention of preventing her. 

So, he feasted his eyes on her two beautiful breasts on full display, which she made no move to cover up.

“So, what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him before she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her silk teddie.

“Everything” she replied and took hold of his cock again.

“Are you sure?” Sean asked her

“Oh yes” she replied and kissed him.

“Bob will wonder where you are,” he said feebly but she ignored him and kissed him again, so he couldn’t speak again.

The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.

It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her round buttocks until she pushed him backwards, so he had to sit down on the toilet.

Simone was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils snorting in air.

His hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect, but he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property, so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.

At the moment her arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly, and she gave him a leery smile and locked onto him again.

Sean now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast, and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.

Having fondled her plump tit for a few minutes, which was nice, but he wanted more.

Wrapping her arms around him, Simone stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck, so he stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the tidy triangle of hair.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many.

He stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; and her thigh’s closed on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.

But before he had time to consider his next move Simone was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her teddie, she climbed into the shower cubicle and bent over on in front of him.

Her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze and she turned and looked over her shoulder at him wide-eyed and expectant.

Sean was sure she would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her teddie that she wasn’t biting on obscured her mouth.

Sean stood up and approached her but because he was six feet six she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately, so he reached his left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.

She was breathing hard through her nose in quick short snorts as he lifted her skinny frame off the ground.

Bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and she moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.

He continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle, but Simone obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground, so she planted them firmly on the sill, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall until they grasped the shower head, and this gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him.

Simone began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on him and her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.

She was pumping up and down so fast that the shower head came away in her hand, but without breaking rhythm she dropped it in the shower with a thump and grabbed the remaining fitting instead.

Simone was truly relishing her task as she pumped down on him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.

Sean could feel himself on the threshold and he suspected that she was almost there too, as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long-muffled moan as she went rigid and came hard as he finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes; him stood like an American quarter back preparing to receive the ball and Simone squatting down on him.

Both of them were breathing hard and sweating in the warm steamy air.

Simone was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.

“God, I love Mother’s Day” she panted.

“Me too” Sean said as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

They sat down for a while, gathering themselves, then Simone put her black silk teddie back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before he got wrapped the towel around him again

They shared a soft and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she slipped out.

He went in the opposite direction and had a second shower in the en suite to wash the smell of lust off him before he got into bed with Ruth.

AFTER THE FUNERAL

 

At the funeral on the remembrance lawn
Looking at her all in black gave me the horn
This may well be regarded as shocking
But I pictured her wearing only stockings
I offered her my condolences and good wishes
And later after flirting we exchanged kisses
I removed her from her smart black suit
Peeling her like a piece of ripe fruit
Once divested of her widows weeds
My attentions turned to sowing my seeds
Naked but for stockings and suspender belt
I fondled her breasts as before her I knelt
Her nipples stood proud and swollen
No hint of innocence to be stolen
I kissed her from mouth to stocking top
And below her belly I took a pause to stop
Gently I kissed her pale pink haven
Silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven
She opened like a flower before me
And I tasted her sweet nectar eagerly
I explored amidst the petals tenderly
Before i worked at her more rhythmically
She moaned in explosive climax loudly
My throbbing organ stood out proudly
She lay before me a tattoo on her hip
And with piercings’ in ears, nose and lip
I lay to pierce her flesh with myself too
And on her beat out a passionate tattoo
Then after great mutual consummation
Further pleasures were the expectation
Her eager mouth was so well employed
Rendering oral pleasure well enjoyed
Then came the gift for naughty girls
When she wore my necklace of pearls
With no chance she would lay serenely
She begged for more quite wantonly
Mutual oral satisfaction was one way
And toys and lotions came in to play
Then not tiring of our copulations
She offered herself again for penetration
More times after that I entered her
Until I was only shooting dust and air
Finally she let me sleep but just till dawn
When I awoke to her mouth about my horn

HIS COMPLETE POSSESSION WAS BEGUN

 

His complete possession was begun

With sensuous dreams erotically spun

Of the redhead with soft alabaster skin

And the silk she was contained within

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (29) Unwanted Attention

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss-making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him, but he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Jan.

“What is it Jan?” he said sharply

“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied

“What’s wrong?” he asked indifferently

“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”

He knew it was a ruse but his wife Elaine was at her sisters and he was horny as hell as he had spent some time in the voyeur rooms at House of Fun earlier in the day and he couldn’t get the image out of his head, so he weakened and agreed to help her.

 

She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond, on the other.

“That’s convenient” he thought to himself as he pulled up behind her and got out

“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”

“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet

“Will the engine start?”

“I don’t know” she replied “But my motors running hot”

When he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door completely naked and he’d always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

He closed the bonnet as there was, as he suspected, nothing wrong with the car and walked towards her and kissed her.

“Squeeze my tits” she ordered between kisses

“She’s one of those” he thought, “a giver of commands, but he roughly groped her tits anyway, they were beauties after all.

They continued to kiss while he squeezed and kneaded her tits as then he decided to head south and slip her a finger.  

She was very moist, and he was looking forward to frigging her and then it began.

“Oh yes rub me Joe” she ordered “Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

It went on for a while and her constant instructions were really pissing him off, and then after his fingering made her cum, she moaned

“Kiss my pussy”

“Lick my pussy Joe”

“I don’t think so” he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her.

“Oh God” she moaned as he fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until his belly was slapping her arse and hers was slapping on the bonnet.

He wasn’t interested in satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and go home, and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her buttocks.

 

He was panting quite hard as he redressed himself and he smiled as he noticed his cum dripping off her cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.

“Good night Jan” he said and got back in his car and drove home.

 

As he drove across the Finchbottom Vale he felt a bit guilty, mainly because he’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he’d never done that before, but also for the way he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.

But as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text

“Let’s do that again”

 

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (293) Keep it in the Family

 

Sharpington-by-Sea is a traditional seaside resort complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, the Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as Sharpington Fun Park which was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, all very tame compared to 21st century roller coasters, but still fun.

It was also a popular resort for retirees and boasted a number of static caravan parks but there were also more adult pursuits to be had and James Staley was the owner and manager of the Tainted Angel club which catered for the more seedier tastes.

 

It may have been an unsavoury business, but James was very successful at it, but he worked long hours.

He had been married to his long-suffering wife Lianne for ten years and they were happy, but she desperately wanted a child, and because of his success at the club there was no need for her to work so as a result she was bored.

So, she compensated by drinking, and she drank a lot, firstly she did it in secret but eventually she drank all the time and to the point that she needed to go to rehab where she had been for three weeks. 

His coping mechanism for his wife’s absence was to work even longer hours and the response of his wife’s family was to send a succession of family members to look after the house and make sure he was looked after.

His current minder was Lianne’s youngest sister, 18-year-old student, Charlotte who he found to be a little over familiar, which made him feel uncomfortable, so he worked even later in order to avoid her.

 

It was 3 am when he drove up on the drive and was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window, so he got out of the car and went inside not knowing whether she was waiting for him inside.

But when he went in, all was quiet, so he made his way upstairs where the landing light was still burning and as he passed the guest room, he noticed the light from the landing had flooded into the room causing him to do a double take because in the centre of the room, directly in front of him was the perfectly illuminated, pert round naked arse of his young sister-in-law Charlotte.

He pushed the door wide open to reveal the sumptuous scene of her laying with her back to him on the bed in the foetal position, and her naked body was only partially covered by a duvet.

He found himself walking over to the bed where he put his hand on one of her firm buttocks, which was cold to his touch, so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did he.

And after he finished caressing her around the full curve of her buttocks his fingers reached her hot pussy and Charlotte began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced around her lips before he entered the creamy heat between them, and she murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy heat which was when she gasped. 

“Ohhhh” she said, “I knew you wanted me” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her globe as he continued frigging her.

 

Suffice is to say he totally succumbed to her that night, despite his misgivings and the fourteen-year age gap and he felt no guilt when he left her bed to climb into his own, its true to say that she was not a virgin when he left her room, but in his defence, she wasn’t a virgin when he entered it, or for that matter when he entered her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (292) Auto Suggestion

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north, but it’s in the Village of Great Trotwood where the participants of the tale live their lives.

 

Colin Wild was the Curate of St Timothy’s in Great Trotwood and he was conducting a rather salacious affair with a wealthy married woman, Candice Robinson, whose husband was a local bigwig.

“Hello darling” she said when he picked up the phone

“Tongues have been wagging about the length of time a tall leggy brunette spent in your house on Friday afternoon”

“Really?” he said and then after a brief pause she added

“Until it immerged that you had been discussing the refurbishment of the church roof”

“People have nasty minds” he responded

“Maybe people suspect you might have a darker side” Candy suggested

“And she’s a very good looking woman, if I were a man I certainly would”

“Candy?” he said in a shocked tone and they both laughed.

“That’s an amazingly sexy image you’ve put in my head by the way” he said

“Really” she responded “and how is that sexy image affecting you?”

“Why don’t we meet in the usual place in ten minutes and you can see for yourself” he said

“I was hoping you’d say that” Candy said “So hold that thought, I’m on my way” 

The “usual” place was in a little carpark in a quiet wood on the outskirts of Little Trottwood and as it happened Candice got there first and had already removed her underclothes by the time the Curate got there.

 

Uncanny Christmas Tales – (007) The Christmas Surprise

It was Christmas 1975 and we had just returned to work after having had our Christmas lunch at the pub, although in truth calling it Christmas Lunch was perhaps a bit of a stretch and makes it sound much grander that it actually was.

In the 1970s pub grub wasn’t very unsophisticated fare and invariably consisted of Chicken in a Basket or a Ploughman’s.

The more up market establishments might well offer Scampi in a Basket and a selection of Ploughman’s including a variety of cheeses as alternatives to the normal cheddar.

The Pig and Whistle however was not an up-market establishment in any way shape or form and offered Chicken in a Basket or cheddar cheese Ploughman’s, however in addition to that, as it was Christmas you got a Mince Pie as well.

So, after our “Christmas Lunch” we all arrived back at work with some of our number much the worse for drink.

I myself had perhaps overindulged to a small degree with an unspecified number of Light and Bitters, so as a consequence I was wearing beer goggles and even scabby Carole was looking passable.

So was Wonky Wendy, so called because she had a wonky eye, she had one eye that looked at you while the other one was looking for you. 

Ok I admit “Wonky” wasn't a very imaginative nickname but there you have it, it was the 70s and we were simple folk, well anyway through beer goggles even she looked quite appetising.

Another of the girls I wouldn’t normally have looked at twice was Pat Warner.

Although she had nice eyes and a pretty smile, other than that she was a plain looking girl about a year younger than me, and over the previous year Pat had made no secret of the fact that she fancied me.

I on the other hand did not fancy her and not because she was plain or because she was stick thin and featureless or even because she was ginger the truth was, she just didn’t do it for me.

However, that was without the benefit of alcohol fuelled lust.

 

On returning to the factory, we continued the party in the canteen, my tipple of choice from what was available was Light Ale while for Pat it was Port and Lemon and that day, we both necked a few, and with every bottle of beer I drank Pat was getting prettier and prettier.

It reached a point that when she went off to the loo, I followed a few minutes later and intercepted her as she returned and took her in the rubber room, no not that kind of rubber, it was the room where the rubber bands were sorted and counted.

It was a small room about 20’ square with glass on two sides but with the lights off it was dark enough in the shadows for what I had in mind.

As soon as the door closed behind us though she was all over me like a rash and her tongue was in my mouth like an Excocet, and her hand went straight to my fly.

“Blimey you're keen” I thought to myself

I thought I had better join in quick and yanked her blouse from the waist band of her skirt and partly unbuttoned it before going in search of her tits.

It was when I found them, such as they were, I made a startling discovery.

When I got my hand on her breast, I found something I wasn’t expecting, and no, it wasn’t anything to do with Scaramanga.

What I found was something altogether different.

Now I was just a callow youth and I wasn’t hugely experienced in the ways of the world, but I had had sufficient experience of breasts to know that nipples shouldn’t be hairy.

“This needs further investigation” I thought and proceeded to complete the unbuttoning of the blouse.

, and then I steered her gently around, so the meagre light fell across her equally meagre and exposed breast.

I broke away from her mouth and let her tongue my ear instead while I looked down at her tiny breast surmounted with a perfectly formed swollen nipple surrounded by two-inch-long curly ginger hairs.

“That can’t be right” I thought

But a moment later Pat wrestled my old chap from my jeans and began tugging on it, this distracted me from the hairy nipple as with my penis in her hand she got my full attention, so my hand abandoned her hairy tit and headed south.

I got my hand up her skirt easy enough and was attempting to get it into her knickers when she said

“No” and pushed my hand away

I kissed her again and after a few moments I tried once more to invade her pants, I even managed to get my fingertips beneath the elastic of her knicker leg that time before she stopped me again.

“I said no” she reaffirmed

“Why not?” I asked

“Because you have a girlfriend” she replied

Well, I don’t mind telling you I thought it was a bit indelicate of her to mention that I had a girlfriend as she was in a semi darkened room with me and she had my old chap in her hand.

I was about to point out the hypocrisy of her position when the door flew open.

“Aye, aye” Shaft said

Shaft was the foreman, his real name was Ted, but his nickname was Shaft not because he was black but because he was shafting Beryl from picking. 

I did the gentlemanly thing and positioned myself between Ted and Pat so she could redress herself.

It also enabled me to force my stubborn erection back into my jeans which it seemed reluctant to do, he had come out to party and didn’t want to go home early before he had popped his cork.

“I’ve just come for my coat” Ted said with a chuckle as he took his coat off the peg

“Carry on” he said and closed the door.

I would have liked to carry on, but Pat wasn’t going to let me carry on as far as I wanted to, so we went back to the party and that was that.

 

I never had another close encounter with Pat and in the light of the hairy nipples I had no desire to as in the sober light of day I didn’t fancy her.

I should also state that I never ever encountered any other hairy breasted women over the following years.

 

It was many years after the Christmas grope in the Rubber Room that doubts entered my mind that it was anything other than what it appeared, and these doubts first surfaced after I watched a documentary about Ladyboy’s, which I found quite shocking.

You have to remember we were very naïve back in 1970s Stevenage, and we had never heard of Ladyboy’s, we weren’t complete yokels though, we had heard of homosexuals, though no one I knew admitted to ever meeting one.

I always assumed that Pat was short for Patricia but after the documentary I wasn’t so sure, maybe she was really a Patrick.

We tended to take things at face value back then but if I had managed to gain entry into Pat’s knickers I would have known for sure if she was either fish or fowl.