Choice Tales from the Vale – (334) Home for the Weekend

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but after three weeks away at Uni Clarissa was coming home for the weekend, so Alex drove up to Abbottsford late on Friday afternoon to pick her up, she did have a car of her own but she elected to leave that at home, as she didn’t think she would need it, as her halls were on campus.

Her Dad did offer to get her but she declined because her Dad could only provide her with a lift, and she required much more from her chauffeur, because other than her own fingers, she’d had nothing between her thighs that didn’t need batteries and she was gagging for it, in fact the result of their three week separation was that they were both as horny as hell.

Unfortunately, when Alex arrived at her halls he discovered there were too many people coming and going or milling around for him to satisfy both their needs in their usual manner, so they only had time for a quick snog.

“Get me to Willow” she said through gritted teeth “quickly”

Quickly wasn’t really an option in Abbottsford on a Friday evening but he did the best he could under the circumstances but the further he got from the University the easier it got, and once they got on the Finchbottom Express Way they were flying along.

Clarissa had remained uncharacteristically quiet on the journey and when she did speak it was in single syllables’ and as they sped along the Expressway she began to get a bit fidgety in her seat and was opening and closing her legs, until they got to within half an hour when she suddenly spoke.

“Pull in here” she said urgently pointing

“Why?”

“Quick, I really need to pee”

She was pointing at 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, so he pulled off the road as instructed and came to a halt.

Clarissa got out and headed to the nearest bush, so he got out to stretch his legs at the same time and he could hear her pissing behind a bush, so he walked a little closer, and it was really loud, like a horse.

Momentarily the headlights from a passing car illuminated the bushes and for a split second he could actually see the jet of pee, and he found it exciting and he was getting a semi on.

He never used to get aroused by such things; when his crumpet of choice were buxom peasant wenches, but when Clarissa did it, it turned him on.

It went quiet so he concluded she must have finished, and he thought he detected her standing up, so he went back to the car.

When she got in the passenger seat she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,

“What did you take those off for?” he asked

“Why do you think?” she answered

“Did you pee on them?”
“No I did not,” she replied indignantly

“Why then?”

“So we can have sex” she replied and she dropped her underwear in the footwell and kissed him and put her hand on my semi.

“God it doesn’t take much for you does it?” she stated, and her tongue was in his mouth and she was using both hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.

“Blimey Clarissa” he said after breaking away from her mouth “What’s got into you?”

“You in a minute I hope” She replied and kissed him hard on the mouth again

“Why now”? he asked escaping her lips again

“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth, then with his cock out she went down on him and when she came up for air he asked

“Remind me why we’re having sex in the car when we can do it at mine in half an hour”

“Because I’m horny now” she said unbuttoning her blouse

“No self-control” he told her as she opened her white shirt and he reached out and cupped one of her tits, and it occurred to him that she had no bra on, and he wondered why she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously

“With my knickers and tights” she answered curtly

“Ask a stupid question,” he exclaimed and started sucking her tits while slipping her two fingers, and that did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got home for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for the foreplay .

“Come on then Clarissa if you want to play” he said clambering over the seats and into the back of the car.

They had only had a limited period of foreplay in the front, but it was enough so he was sitting in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.

Clarissa was not a big unit and nor was she a tall girl and once in the car she was sidling between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat, and he knew what she had in mind, it was one of her favourite positions and it was a repeat of the time she first took the initiative in a sexual encounter when she got between him and the dining table in his house.

When she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.

Clarissa gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and her wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the car, but despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her boney hips until she milked him dry.

She eventually relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.

“Now you can take me home” she instructed

 

After they separated Alex retrousered himself and returned to the driver’s seat while Clarissa sprawled herself across the backseat and remained there for the rest of the journey, until they got within a couple of miles from home when they stopped at a set of traffic lights and he reached down into the passenger side footwell and retrieved her underwear which he then threw at her face and she giggled.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (333) The Cleaners Abuse

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where thirty two year old Gloria Samson lived and worked.

She was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, but she thought her short blonde hair was her crowning glory, though when she was working she wore it in a pony tail, and she worked a lot, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic and she was also a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.

But being stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of, meant from behind she looked like a boy, she had very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.

So, she had no major assets to speak of, not visible ones at any rate, she had her work ethic obviously, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and she was very good in bed.

But she was left alone after her husband of 10 years Terry, told her out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.

However, there was one other man in her life that she thought was a suitable candidate for her affections and her lust who was one of her long-standing clients, Dr Rowe.

Dr Phillip Rowe was a physio therapist who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice which he ran out of his home in Willow, and it was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

Gloria had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.

He was a quiet unassuming man, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, and she liked him very much, and had from the beginning and she had to spring a trap to get him, but he was very willing prey, who allowed himself to be caught on multiple occasions.

It had been a month since their sexual relationship began in the entrance hall of his surgery, and like that very first time she had just finished her period and she was exceptionally horny, but unlike the last time she knew the quality of the sex that she had been going without.

Also on this occasion she didn’t have to contend with his shyness, so she didn’t think she would need to deploy the same tactics she did the first time, to get her over the line.

She would just have to let him know she was horny and that would be that, without even having to deploy her best assets, one being an extremely cute bum and the other her stunningly nice legs.

More often than not, because she knew she had great legs, she wore short skirts and because she had the arse of a teenage boy her second outfit of choice were jeggings.

When she was wearing the former she would perform tasks around him which involved her stretching up to her maximum height or on tiptoes so the hem of her skirt would rise justenough to expose the merest glimpse of her panties.

When she was wearing jeggings or leggings she would perform lower level tasks around him that involved her bending over at the waist and serving up the delicious view of her pert round bum, she always knew when she had hit the mark because his cheeks would be flushed when she turned around.

 

She turned up for work as usual wearing a skin tight top to accentuate her braless breasts and a short skirt barely long enough to hide her knickers and went straight into the kitchen where he was sat drinking his   coffee and reading his paper and sat on his lap and kissed him, which he was happy to reciprocate, but did bring to a premature end.

“Sorry hon” he said “I have a patient in five minutes, and I can’t do you justice in 5 minutes”

“I’d settle for a cheeky finger” she suggested

“No, I’ll deal with you properly later” he said and then the doorbell rang      

As the morning went on, every time a patient came or went, she was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.

Eventually he got fed up with her in constant touchy feely mode, following him everywhere, and she was like sticky glue.

“What is the matter with you today?”

“I’m so horny” she replied “and I mean really horny”

“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said

“But I’m really horny” she pleaded

“Well you need to go and deal with it,” he told her

“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Gloria replied

“Well go and try again,” he suggested

“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again

Just at that moment the doorbell rang again, and the washing machine reached the spin cycle simultaneously

“Sit on that” he said and walked out, closing the door behind him

 

She took his advice and pleasured herself on washing machine to great effect but it didn’t scratch the itch the way that the good Doctor could.

When he’d seen his penultimate patient of the day out the door Gloria was nowhere to be seen, her coat and bag were still in the kitchen but she was not, he assumed that as she wasn’t there  rubbing up against him she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself.

 

 

When she did reappear, he was just showing his final patient of the day into his surgery and a very flushed looking Gloria walked into the kitchen and was very clearly “Sans Pants” beneath her very short skirt.

 

There was a very good reason why she wasn’t wearing any knickers and that was because her trip on the washing machine during the spin cycle had wet her pants to the point of them being un-wearable.

 

Phil had been in a state of semi arousal all day, since Gloria sat on his lap that morning, the thought of her wanking herself really turned him on, but knowing that when she wasn’t rubbing up against him she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself was even more sexy.

So if her wanking herself gave him a semi, the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax made him really hard.

So by the time Dr Rowe showed his last patient out, his balls were aching for her, so he bolted the door and went in search of Gloria, he checked the downstairs, room by room and turned the lights off as he left and then proceeded up the stairs.

He didn’t need to go room to room as the upstairs was in complete darkness but for a sliver of light beneath his bedroom door, so he was fairly confident his quarry was in there waiting for him.

He quickly undressed outside on the landing and then turned the handle and opened the door before stepping inside, although his engorged cock entered the room before him. 

 

Gloria was sitting on the edge of the bed tantalisingly flashing her fingered flange at him as she licked the sauce off her fingers, so he walked over and kissed her and her hand was immediately on his cock.

All of a sudden, she released her grip on him and turned away to crawl onto the bed but Phil grabbed her skinny hips and held her firmly as he plunged his pulsating cock between her moist pink lips.

“Oh yes do me like that” she rasped so he banged into her again and again and she was moaning and grunting like an animal, and he felt like he could have gone on and on and on as Gloria came hard and loud, and collapsed onto her elbows, but he kept on, and she came again, much harder and louder this time and collapsed on the bed, having done nothing all day but abuse herself she had expended all her energy.

“I don’t think I can go on Doc”

Phil rolled her over onto her back and pulled her pussy to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor and said

“You loaded the gun now you have to let me fire it”

And he slipped into her again carrying on where her left off and fucked her hard, until she let out a long loud orgasmic scream as he matched her exclamation with one of his own and ejaculated inside her.

Out of breath he looked down on her as she lay on the bed covered in sweat, panting hard and licking her lips.

“There’s no substitute for that” she said between pants and laughed.

“Was everything too your satisfaction?” he asked

“Oh God yes” she answered still chuckling.

It was only seven o’clock in the evening, and they were both finished, so they crawled into bed and slept until first light the next morning and awoke freshly aroused and began the day with some much gentler love making.

DANCE FOR ME THAT DANCE

 

Dance for me that dance

The one of ancient rhythm

Dance it to my whim

Like a primordial organism

 

Dance for me that dance

Laid back like the limbo

Hips grinding and gyrating

With your legs akimbo

 

Dance for me that dance

Dance it like a beast

Feel the animal rhythm

Feel the sensual beat

 

Sing for me that song

The one of ancient language

Guttural and savage

Like a beast in a cage

 

Dance for me that dance

Dance it to my rhythm

And as the music ends

Sing to me your orgasm

Choice Tales from the Vale – (055) Oh Carole

 

Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls

Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.

The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.

But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.

It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.

Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.

 

Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.

Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.

 

The only time Carole really got animal pleasure with a man was in the summer before the start of her second year.

It was early August and the weather was hot and sultry and so was she, normally when she was feeling horny she would easily releive herself or if she was exceptionally horny Claire would satisfy her.

On this occasion however her finger wasn’t upto the job and Claire was at home in Purplemere for her grandmothers funeral.

And everytime Carole thought about her a mental picture of Claire in black underwear filled her head and made her hotter and her horniness lasted all day, even after several attempts of self relief.

Carole had the house to herself most of the time, Claire was at the funeral, Alison had gone swimming of all things, and Amy was doubless shagging Mark, or so she thought but they returned during the afternoon and started shagging the moment they arrived, and they were not quiet about it when they were on the job, and listening to the grunting and humping just made her even hornier and hornier.

 

Carole decided to try a cold shower, which did indeed cool her down but not where it mattered and Mark was still going at Amy hell for leather directly above her head.

So she decided to go and get a drink of water but when she walked into the kitchen she was not alone.

“Who are you?” she barked

“Kevin” he replied nervously

“Yes but who are you?”

“I’m Mark brother” he said “He’s with…”

“Yes I know who hes with and what hes doing to her”

She said and Kevin blushed 

“How old are you?”

“17” he replied “And a half”

“You’ll do then” she said and dropped her towel

Kevins eyes popped out like they were on stalks and his mouth fell open.

Carole had a lovely body as Claire could testify too and it was obviously he hadnt seen one like it before.

“Do you like what you see Kevin?”

And Kevin stared open mouthed at her perfect breasts and dark pink nipples and when his eyes rested on her bush he said

“Oh yes”

“Then lets see yours” She said and Kevin took off his shirt and exposed his buff torso.

“I’m not really interested in that bit” she said coldly though in truth she was on fire

“What?” he exclaimed

“Look I’ve shown you mine now you have to show me yours”

“Oh” he said nervously

“Whats the matter are you shy?”

“Yes” he replied and blushed

“So do you want me to help?” she asked and stepped towards him but all he could manage was a nod.

“Stand” she instructed and he imediately obeyed and he stood six foot four.

“Well you’re a big boy” she said and started undoing his belt and then let his shorts drop to the floor and then she made eye contact with him as she released his cock from his pants and when she looked down she said

“My you are a big boy”

Carole looked him in the eye again as she began gently tugging on his shaft.

“Sit” she barked and he plopped straight down on the chair with his erection pointing upwards and she had a wicked smile on her face as she climbed on his lap and slithered down on him and let out a long breathy sigh.

Carole wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically and Kevin’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him, her moans in his ear were through gritted teeth and were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.

She knew he would last long so she just pumped and pumped until she came with an animal yell and his big cock pulsed inside her as he ejaculated on his maiden voyage.

After a few moments Carole climbed off his wilting tool wearing a self-satisfied look on her face and picked up her towel and just before she went out the door and said

“You can get dressed again now”

SUBLIME MOMENT

 

Living sculpture

Entwined in embrace

Sublime ecstasy

Etched within each face

Choice Tales from the Vale – (054) Appetite’s

 

Derrick Budd and Sarah Helms had to spend the night at the Clayton Manor Hotel after being caught in a snow storm and had a bonus night of unbridled passion.

Which is not uncommon for couples or married people, however Derek and Sarah were not a couple, though they were married just not to each other.

In fact until the previous evening they hadn’t even met.

They both spent the day attending a health and safety seminar and both independently decided to take advantage of their expense accounts and dine at the Hotel and then when it came time to leave they found the weather had closed in. 

So they both booked a room and spend the rest of the evening in the bar which was when they met and ended up using just one room and stayed for two nights.

 

By Sunday morning the thaw had set in which meant they would be leaving after breakfast.

Derek was up early and showered first leaving Sarah sleeping and reflected, as he showered, on the delightful events of the night before and was thinking about how he would like to go and wake Sarah up with the erection he was sporting.

He thought how he could gently fuck her awake and when she was wide awake and feeling the benefit of his early riser he would fuck her to a conclusion as a lusty appetizer before breakfast.

So he got out of the shower and hastily dried himself and was just about to open the bathroom door and put his plan into action when the door burst open and Sarah rushed in

“Morning” she said and kissed him

“Hi Babe” he replied and she bustled him out of the door and closed it.

Derek heard the toilet seat go down with a bang and then the sharp release of some early morning wind.

So he shuffled away disappointed at not being able to put his plan into action, as the sound of a peeing horse came through the door and broke the silence which did nothing to diminish the size of his hard on.

He dried his long lean body off and with the towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the bed with his cock uncomfortably bulging from his lap.

His discomfort had abated slightly and the mound diminished somewhat as he waited for the object of his lust to emerge clean and fresh from the bathroom.

 

When Sarah finally appeared pink and pristine from the bathroom wrapped in towels she said

“Are you not getting dressed?”

“In a minute, I’m just watching the news” he lied as his eyes surveyed her every curve beneath her toweling sarong.

 

Her firm round breasts hung invitingly as she stooped over her bag and fished out a pink bra and matching knickers and Derek’s bulge returned with a vengeance.

He walked up behind her and as she stood up she gasped and leant back in his arms, her short blonde hair, still wet against his skin

“You made me jump” she gasped

“I thought you might want some help” he lied

“Help with what?” she asked suspiciously

“To get you dry of course” Derek said innocently

“You don’t want to get me dry” she retorted

“You just want to get me wetter”

“You are such a cynic,” he said as he massaged her breasts through the damn towel.

“I know it’s a character flaw” she said as he teased her nipples until they protruded like pencil rubbers through the damp toweling,

Sarah breathed sharply in and out through her nose as he un-tucked the sarong and it fell open to expose her plump beauties with their darkly aroused nipples standing pink and proud.

He kissed her neck as he took her beautiful globes in his hands and squeezed them like ripe fruits and she murmured in response to his touch.

Still caressing her breasts he turned her towards the bed and she eagerly crawled onto it on all fours, the towel draped loosely over her flanks like a horse blanket over a skittish filly.

So he pulled it quickly off her like a magician doing the table cloth trick exposing her round pink buttocks and her bejeweled pink labia.

He knelt on the floor behind her and could see between her thighs as she fondled her great globes hanging from her and beyond her groping hands her face was buried in the duvet.

Derek then returned his attention to her moist lips, opening her with his thumbs to reveal their succulence before imbibing her juice.

Sarah’s hands had abandoned her breasts and grabbed handfuls of duvet in their stead as he flicked his tongue along her petals and she bit down on the bed cover as he enjoyed her freshly laundered flesh.

But he was aching for her, so he quickly joined her on the bed and grasping her robust hips and crossed the threshold towards ecstasy.

 

They collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay there, spent and panting.

“Can I have breakfast now?” Sarah panted

“You have a one track mind” he replied and then he suddenly realized the time so they had to jump in the shower together to wash away their lust so they could make breakfast in time.

They made it by the skin of their teeth to satisfy a different kind of appetite.

THE GAME OF LUST

 

Tongue and fingers

Toy with your treasures

Erotic playthings

Enhance our pleasures

A base carnal urge

That primitive must

Satisfies desire

Of our guiltless lust