Choice Tales from the Vale – (057) The Missionary Position

 Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.

He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.

He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.

It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither focused nor fulfilled him.

On a Friday morning, at the end of November, he was staring through the window watching nothing much at all in the garden, leaves blowing across the lawn, a squirrel on the bird table, it didn’t take much to distract him from doing a very tedious task which needed to be completed that day.

He was snapped back to reality when the phone rang.

And when he read the caller ID he saw it was his mum.

“Hi mum, this is a surprise” he said “What have I done wrong?”

“Hello Stephen, every time I phone you, you say that” she said “I don’t just phone you when you’ve done something wrong”

“So you want me to do something then” he said

“You make me sound awful” she chastised him and then she laughed

“But on this occasion it just so happens that I do need a favour”

“Aha” he said triumphantly “Go on then ask away”

“Ok I’ll get straight to the point” she said

“Nicola De Lorenzo is back in the country, you remember Nicola?”

Nicola was an old family friend; she was actually the daughter of his mum’s best friend Karen.

“Yes of course I do” he replied

“Nicola would like to know if you could put her up for a few days while she’s in the area” Mum continued

“She asked if she could stay here?” he asked

“Well no, I offered on your behalf” she admitted

“She’s back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returns to China”

“Then of course she can stay” he said

“I seem to remember you were quite taken with her when you were younger” she continued

“Yes I was, but that was a long time ago” he agreed

“You will look after her though won’t you?” his mum said firmly

“She’s one of the angels”

“I will treat her like a princess” he said

“I would rather you treated her like a nun” Mum commanded

“Nicola is a holy person”

“Message received and understood” he said obediently

“I will ring in the morning to say what train she will be on; can you meet her at the station?”

“Yes of course”

“Well thank you Stephen” she said “I knew I could rely on you”

His family were very active in the church and it wasn’t unusual for him to put up visitors.

Although he was a Christian and a semi regular attendee he wasn’t as active in “the good works” area as the rest of his kin, so housing the occasional stray was something he could do without impacting on his life.

“I’ll call tomorrow then, bye” she said and then she was gone and then he released a long slow exhale of breath after the interesting turn of events.

“Nicola De Lorenzo is coming to stay” he said

 

Nicola was his first crush and she was going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.

And it was Nicola who was the first to feature in his wank bank.

Nicola was six years older than him and he was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.

But Nicola shied away after that and the relationship was unresolved and whenever they were together the air was always thick with sexual tension.

But she thought it would be a sin and a betrayal if they did anything.

He was too young to know what her issue was with them kissing but then he was only 15.

So he used to track her around the house like a stalker hoping to catch her bending over, maybe see a glimpse of thigh, an errant bra strap, or even cleavage.

One memorable day he caught sight of her drying herself and he was rewarded with a tantalizing view of a nipple and a momentary sight of tufty black pubes.

He almost wanked himself to death over those image that were burned into his adolescent brain.

He wanted her, not that he would have known what to do with her, but he still wanted her, whatever that meant and he’d always wanted her.

“Well now I might get my chance” he said to himself and his head was full of very unchristian thoughts.

 

His Mum phoned on Saturday morning as promised but as it turned out he didn’t need to meet Nicola’s train at the station after all.

The Christian fraternity had rallied round and a rather frumpy middle-aged woman called Barbara Hicks delivered her to his door in her Morris Minor.

Stephen invited them in and the rather frosty Ms. Hicks cast an unsatisfactory eye over everything before coldly taking her leave.

He suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness between Nicola and him after all the years that had passed and the unresolved sexual tension the surrounded them, but he was pleasantly surprised. 

He got the impression that she was just as surprised and she seemed as relaxed he was.

She was still every bit as pretty as he remembered, a few more lines on her face perhaps, and she wore her hair shorter, but she had lost none of her beauty or allure.

She didn’t seem as tall now but that was just his memory playing tricks on him she was always 5ft 3”

He couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions very well because of the loose shapeless clothes she had on, but his imagination filled in the blanks regarding, a nice arse, great legs, very decent tits and thick black curly pubes.

 

They spent the rest of the day just talking, catching up and reminiscing.

The years just seemed to have melted away and their paths had been very different since they last met.

Hers had been one of pious devotion in the missions while his could best be summed up as self-indulgent.

“Its very kind of you to put me up” she said “Thank you”

“No problem” he said honestly “Are you hungry?”

“Yes I am rather” she replied

“Ok I’ll give you a quick tour, show you where everything is, and settle you in your room and while you’re freshening up I’ll cook us something” he suggested.

“That would be lovely,” Nicola said with conviction.

“Thank you again”

After he took her up he found himself behaving like his 15 year former self sneaking around trying to catch her in intimate moments and get a glimpse of forbidden flesh.
But he failed miserably, so he went back downstairs to the kitchen.

 

After they’d eaten, they sat and talked some more until after about an hour when she was suddenly overcome with tiredness and had to excuse herself.

“I’m sorry” she said “My body clock is all over the place at the moment”

He had to admit he was quite tired himself and the only traveling he had done recently was to Purplemere and back, so he turned in as well.

 

Stephen had to get up for a pee at about 3.00am and he was just getting back into bed when he thought he heard a noise downstairs.

He slipped on his bathrobe and cautiously crept down the stairs, he could definitely hear someone in the kitchen, so he crept to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.  

It was Nicola who was making a hot drink; she was wearing blue and white-striped pajamas several sizes too big.

The Old fashioned ones with a drawstring around the waist.

So he still couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose fitting PJ’s

However he was delighted to see that the fly had gaped and sprouts of black pubes were clearly visible through the fly which excited him very much indeed; the problem was that once he had noticed them he couldn’t take his eyes off of them and he knew that if he went in the kitchen he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from looking.

But he couldn’t stay in the hall and he couldn’t go back upstairs in case she saw him and he had to explain why he hadn’t wanted to go in the kitchen.

So he tried to put the image out of my head as he pushed open the door.

“Hey Nicola” he said “can’t sleep eh”

“No” she replied, “like I said my body clock is all askew”

He focused his eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to himself

“I must not look, I must not look”

“I thought a hot drink might help” she continued as she checked the milk boiling on the hob.

Stephen wanted to look so badly, and as she turned back towards him he finally gave in and stared at her gaping fly and the pubic hair escaping from it.

 

Almost the precise moment his eyes fixed on her pussy hair she looked directly at him and couldn’t help but notice he was looking at her black curly pubes and she blushed a brilliant red

“Oh God” she said frantically looking around for something to cover both her embarrassment and her Minge and becoming more and more flustered every second

“I’m so sorry” he said, apologizing for embarrassing her and not being at all sorry for having looked at her errant curly tufts

“Here use this” I added as I handed her a towel

“Oh God” she said again snatching the towel from his hand and covering her snatch.

“I really am sorry” he said feebly as she bustled past him and ran out the door crying

“Oh shit” he said and sat down at the kitchen table.

 

It was 4.00am and he was still sitting at the kitchen table having drunk two mugs of Milo made with Nicola’s boiled milk and he was wide awake and cursing his behaviour.

It was going to make the atmosphere very strained for the next two days.

Nicola still couldn’t sleep either and he could clearly hear her in the shower.

He couldn’t believe what had happened, he couldn’t believe what he had done, but to cap it all he still consigned the image of her black curly pubes to his wank bank.

“You are a total pig” he thought to himself with his head in his hands.

Just then the kitchen door opened and as he looked up Nicola walked in still wearing the blue and white stripped pajamas.

She was biting her lip and kept looking at the floor, he smiled at her and she gave a weak smile back.

And then despite everything that had already happened he had to look, it was just a quick glance at first but then his gaze lingered as to his great surprise the fly hadn’t quite closed completely and delicious sprouts of freshly showered black pubes were clearly visible through the opening and this time it was by design.

Nicola saw him looking at her visible pubes and she knew they were visible.

Nicola blushed a vivid scarlet but made no attempt to conceal them from him as she walked towards him and instead of admonishing him for being a pervert she kissed him.

He couldn’t recall the number of times, as a young man he had imagined that kiss as he knocked one out.

And now it was happening and it was every bit as sensual as he imagined it would be.

 

Nicola’s arms enveloped him as her embrace became more urgent and her tongue probed every corner of his mouth.

His left hand settled on her buttock and he got his first hint at the contents of her old fashioned draw stringed pajamas when her cheek was firm to his touch.

The destination for his other hand was a no brainer.

His hand paused briefly at the opening of her pajama’s before his finger entered the gaping fly and teased the tufts of damp pubes and though they were damp to the touch, as his fingers teased her curls he was thinking how much damper his fingers would be in a second.

As they lightly caressed her mound of Venus her kissing paused though her lips were only millimeters from his as her hot breath fell on his cheek.

In an instant his fingertips parted her lips and slipped along her crease, and a roaring moan escaped her throat and her grip tightened around his neck, his digits returned along her slippery crack before making another greasy descent and extracting another throaty roar from Nicola, and almost as an afterthought she kissed his cheek and with each subsequent journey his fingers made along her slippery slit her tone altered.

When his finger finally entered her Nicolas knees began to tremble and her lips were by his ear so he could hear every fruity moan and murmur as he continued to frig her juicy cunny through the gaping crotch of her jimjams.

As his persistent stimulation intensified, her legs could no longer support her weight,

Her vice like grip around his neck was the only thing that stopped her ending in a heap on the floor and then he brought her to climax and she released a long low guttural growl.

Stephen extracted his fingers from her and tugged on the draw string and her pajama bottoms fell quickly to the floor.

Now she was looking at him earnestly, biting her lip, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

Stephen had wanted her for 11 years and he wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

But even so he couldn’t wait long enough to get her upstairs to have her but he didn’t want her on the kitchen floor or on the table either, so he stood up and picking her up in his arms he carried her to the lounge and lay her on the sofa and looked down at her thick black triangle which was in stark relief against her alabaster flesh.

 

Nicola was still biting her lip as he undid the belt on his robe and shrugged it off his shoulders so he was completely naked and her gaze fell immediately onto his engorged cock.

Stephen knelt on the floor in front of her and with a hand on each white fleshed knee and he pushed them gently apart spreading her wide open until her pink pussy opened invitingly moist amidst the black whiskers.

She drew one knee up and planted her foot against the arm of the sofa while his left hand slid down the outside of her thigh and grabbed her fleshy bum cheek, and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip, as his shaft slipped between her dewy lips Nicola moaned softly as he penetrated deeply into her, but he felt no virginal resistance, he had convinced himself that Nicola was pure and unsullied, but she was not.

It certainly didn’t detract from his enjoyment of her as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him.

Each nerve tingling stroke he gave her elicited dirty un-angelic moans and her pussy creamed his balls in return.

As they reached the short strokes she was getting louder and spurred him on with her audible appreciation and her arse started to squeak as it rubbed on the leather couch.

As she moaned and writhed beneath him he was close to the summit and her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as he reached the threshold of his own conclusion

“Oh Godddd” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him his 11 year mission reached its conclusion right there on the leather couch.

Although he had waited 11 years to consummate his first crush and it was everything he could have hoped for and more, it wasn’t quite how he imagined it.

He thought she would be inexperienced, unsure and passive, but she was none of the above, she was not the shy little angel, a timid innocent, she was a devil in disguise.

She was self-conscious, she was shy, but she didn’t lack confidence once she had determined what she wanted and it was electrifying.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so many years” he panted as he withdrew from her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.

“Me too” she confessed

“Do you think you might sleep now?” he asked

“Mmmmm” she replied

“Ok then, do you “A” want to go upstairs and get your pajama jacket off or “B” have a mug of Milo?” he asked as he pulled her up to her feet.

“Well I really like Milo” She answered

“Get upstairs” he said and slapped her bare arse. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (056) Sexual Harrassment 101

 

Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.

In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.

He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.

Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.

So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.

When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so. 

 

But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.

There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.

 

But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side of the business and it was becoming a popular venue for functions. 

This was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott.

This was after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the Assistant Manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.

So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.

It left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Blaire Parrott was the only person that fitted the bill so he offered her the job.

“If you’re only promoting me because we’re fuck buddies then I don’t want it” she said

“I thought you knew all about my reputation” he said

“I do” she replied

“Then you should know that I do not sentimentalise sex” he pointed out

“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”

“Yes” she said

“Good” Gary said

On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said

“There is one condition though”

“What’s that?” he asked

“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said 

“No problem”

 

There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.

Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.

Although in truth he was rather ambushed.

 

Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.

She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.

Blaire was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s attentions.

She had worked at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two, and was now the assistant manager.

She had substituted her uniform of dark blue skirt and jacket and was wearing a turquoise green suit, a crisp white blouse and black opaque tights, but the most noticeable thing she was wearing was an accessory, a smile.

She was very proud to have been promoted and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.

 

Gary was feeling rather pleased with himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.

And those staff members who thought her promotion was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the way that they meant.

Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, seducing women.

He certainly had no intention of marring Blaire’s first day in the job he wanted to enjoy her moment.

However fate took a hand when an angry guest had a problem that demanded the presence of both of them.

As suspected the guest had somewhat overdramatised the situation and what he had suspected was a water leak turned out to have been caused by him knocking his glass of water off his night stand while he was sleeping.

With a very embarrassed guest skilfully placated by Blaire the pair of them went down the fire escape stairs.

“Well done” he said “and you look very nice today by the way”    

“Is that not sexual harassment?” she asked

“Not at all, I’m merely complimenting a co-worker on her appearance” he said “but I can give an example of sexual harassment if you like”

“Ok I’m here to learn” she said and so Gary pushed her into the corner of the stairwell and kissed her and when he had finished he said

“That would be considered a mild example”

“Ok yes I can see that” she agreed

“Whereas this…” he began and put his hand straight up her skirt and fingered her though her tights, at first she was arid and dry, but whether it was the surprise of his attention or the danger of being caught in the stairwell, she moistened very quickly and the fabric of her tights and draws were soon slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream began to ooze through the material, Blaire wriggled beneath his hand and moaned loudly.

“I think this is sexual harassment” she said

“No, I see it more as a celebratory finger” he corrected

“Bollocks to that” she snapped “I want celebratory cock”

She extracted his hand from her crotch and fumbled in her pocket and brought out her master key.

“Come this way” she said and went back up the stairs to where they had come from.

Blaire had noticed a vacant room next to their disgruntled guest.

 

Blaire took the Playford Palace card off the doorknob and turned it over to the “do not disturb” side and rehung it and then she calmly opened the door.

Gary found her calm efficiency very arousing especially as he knew that all was not so calm down below.

But once inside the room her calm façade melted away as Blaire quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.

“We can’t use the bed as it being occupied later” she said and with great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and unceremoniously yanked his cock out.

“I’m in your hands completely” he said and then she let go of his erect cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights and pulled her panties to one side.

“Happy first day to me” she said and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself up onto his arousal.

His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took one attempt, with Gary gripping a buttock in each hand, for him to achieved full penetration.

“Oh God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”

And Blaire kissed his mouth and she inhaled deeply through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.

She stopped kissing him and Blaire began tonguing his ear and her course rasping breaths urging him on so he pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

He had her pinned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips firmly.

He would have liked to have liberated her tits from their lacy bondage but there was no time for such luxuries.

The sounds of her moans were reverberating in his head as they reached the summit and they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the vestibule floor when out of nowhere they found their second wind and drove on, until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a satisfied squeal she cried out in orgasm as he grunted his last hurrah seconds later.

Neither of them were sure how long they stood there locked in passions embrace but it just felt so good they could have stayed like it forever.

“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call sexual harassment”

And then Blaire laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Nice” she murmured

 

As they were walking down the stairs for the second time she said

“I think I was a bit hasty with the tights, they were new on today”

“Well you do realise that as assistant manager you get a clothing allowance” he said

“Really” Blaire Parrott said “Sweet”

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”