FATHER AND CHRISTMAS

 

What do a Christmas tree

And a priest have in comparison?

The answer is simple to see

Their balls are just for decoration

Choice Tales from the Vale – (342) The Morning After the Night Before

 

It was the day after St Andrews day, and the morning following the celebration Dinner Dance at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere, and it was in a room at the Hotel where Jane Bloomfield was in bed with her boyfriend Greg Monroe.

They were sleeping late as they had partied late but Jane still woke about 7 am and spent the following hour drifting in and out of sleep before she got up to go to the toilet.

The moment she sat down there was a sharp release of early morning wind, then she removed her tampon, and when she realized her period was finished, she had a long relaxing pee with a smile on her face.

 

She got up from the loo and went straight into the shower to get herself clean and fresh and ready for action.

As she intimately washed herself she was thinking back to her performance under the table at the ball where she sucked and wanked off Greg’s formidable organ as well as looking forward to skewering herself on it.

She got out the shower and began drying herself

“Now I’m all clean I’m ready to get dirty again” she said to herself and as she sat on the edge of the bath drying her legs she dropped her towel when she had dried her inner thighs and slipped her fingers between her lips and couldn’t believe how creamy she was

“I can get it wetter than that” she said and went to work on herself

 

Greg heard the bathroom door slowly open and close again and then he felt the duvet move and he could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the warmth of another body, the warmth of a naked body, a soft naked body.

He could feel Jane’s breath on his neck and her stiff nipples pressing in his back and the fluff of her freshly laundered bush brushing against his buttocks and he got the oh too familiar stirring in his loins as she was pressed so close against him it was like he had a second skin.

“Hello stud” she said as she slid her hand across his skin and grasped his semi aroused cock so he rolled onto his back and she stroked him to a full hard on and kissed him on the mouth with true conviction and plenty of tongue while her hand tugged on his shaft.

“I don’t think she’ll wait for foreplay,” Greg thought to himself

“She’s well and truly ready to go”

His suspicion was she had already started the party long before she crawled back into bed and it wasn’t long after that, a matter of moments no more, she let go of his shaft and climbed on to it.

Jane let out a long satisfying sigh as her hot creamy cunny encased his cock and she sat up in the saddle, rising and falling on him and eliciting pleasurable moans from him to match her own.

Glen took hold of her piston like hips as she slid her syrupy pussy up and down his shaft and her hands were on his chest as she diligently applied herself to the task, and as she neared her climax her delicious moans grew in intensity and she slumped forward until her head was on his chest and she groaned through gritted teeth as her pelvis thrusted towards the abyss.

Greg let his hands caress her slender form as he too approached the point of no return, and when they reached the frantic final thrusts Jane was like a wild beast lost in the moment so he gripped her arse firmly, before she screamed out in orgasm as he pumped out his ejaculate inside her hot quim.
She collapsed on top of him and panted like a well-exercised spaniel while he stayed inside, as her tight cunny held his cock captive in the heart of her.

After about five minutes she climbed off him with a sigh and collapsed on the bed next to him where she lay there with her right hand on his thigh.

Greg took hold of it in his and held it for a minute or two before raising it to his nose so he could sniff her fingers, but as soon as she realised what he was doing she snatched her hand away.

“Perv” she said

“I thought you’d started without me honey,” he said

“And I was right”

“You’re a pig” she said and turned her back to him, but she was laughing.

He knew she wasn’t easily embarrassed, after all the first time they got together came after he caught her masturbating as she sat on the toilet, and she didn’t stop.

“I’ve spoken to Clarissa and Mira” Jane said,
“And it seems like all the Monroe boys are perverts”

“You don’t normally complain about my perversions” he pointed out

“I’m not complaining now,” she said and rolled over to face him and immediately buried her face in his neck and there they lay for an indeterminate time before making love again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (341) St Andrews Day

 

It was St Andrews day and the Monroe’s were going to a celebration Dinner Dance at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and at 7.30pm Alex Monroe was standing in front of the Mirror in his hotel room making final adjustments to his highland regalia, as Clarissa emerged from the bathroom wearing a green evening dress.

“Wow” he said “You look stunning”

“Wow yourself” she retorted “I hope you’re not wearing pants under that kilt”

“Of course not” he said and flashed her

“Excellent”

“And you?” he asked

“What do you think?” Clarissa retorted and chuckled

“You are a lovely dirty girl” he said and kissed her

 

Greg meanwhile, was downstairs in the bar, similarly, dressed as his younger brother, and his girlfriend Jane was sat on a stool wearing a red evening dress watching him and lamenting the fact that the huge dong swinging unfettered beneath his kilt would not be coming her way that night because Jane had an unwelcome visitor.

 

The youngest brother Colin had not yet arrived at the Hotel, in fact he hadn’t even left home and was still in bed with Mira Cooke and they had been there all day.

As in the early hours their car broke down while they were travelling to Willow from Tipton in the north of the county, they were further delayed because of a toe-curling sexual escapade in a lay-by on the Finchbottom Expressway.

They went straight to bed when they were back in Willow and slept all day, however they were still in bed at 7.30 because Mira woke up horny, so they would definitely be late to the dinner.

 

After leaving the bar the Monroe brothers and their lusty ladies wandered over to the seating plan to find out where they were sitting.

“Great table” Greg said

“Perfect” Alex said laughing

They had a six-seat table to themselves which was the furthest from the band, so would be relatively quiet, and equidistant from the bar and the toilets without the inconvenience of having other guests squeezing past them. 

“That’s probably the best table in the room” Jane said

“What are we waiting for then” Clarissa said and stuck her arm through Alex’s and added

“You may escort me to my table good sir”

“My pleasure madam”

 

The dinner was well worth the expense, the food was superb, the wine of sufficient quality for drinking in volume and the live music was excellent, which of course led to dancing, during which, Clarissa was being very provocative, every opportunity she got she was squeezing his arse or rubbing her groin against his cock, and at one point she even got her hand on it.

When they returned to the table, Greg was sat there alone, but when they tried to start up a conversation, he was unresponsive, so Alex leant in and whispered

“They must have had a row”

Clarissa nodded and then as they sat there in silence she held his hand under the table.

Clarissa felt sad for Greg, she thought he and Jane were a great couple and she really hoped they would sort things out, but then her mind wandered to baser thoughts, she’d heard the noises that came from Greg’s room the night before, and Alex had told her about how gifted he was in the manhood department, and her thoughts were getting her hot, and she found herself rubbing her pussy through her dress with one hand while still holding Alex’s hand with the other, and then she looked at Greg’s vacant expression and realised that Jane hadn’t gone off in a huff, she was under the table giving him head.

It wasn’t long before Clarissa, had hiked up her dress and began fingering herself in earnest and at the same time relinquishing her grip on Alex’s hand and sought to establish contact with his cock instead.

 

Jane slipped under the table almost immediately Clarissa and Alex left for the dance floor, Jane had chosen Greg’s seat very carefully so that he was facing the room, and everyone was clearly visible to him.

She knew very well that she wouldn’t get through the evening without attending to his huge cock, if they were in their room she would have given him a titwank, but that was not an option in the ballroom, wanking him off under the table was a possibility but there was a high probability that he would spaff on anyone sat opposite.

So she went under the table and Greg had already lifted his kilt to accommodate her.

She hadn’t given him a blowjob before, normally when she had a visitor, because they were both very well endowed, she normally dispatched him with a titwank.

His purple bell end had already emerged from its pink cocoon, so she began by flicking her tongue around his helmet before taking him in her mouth, but he was too big for her to envelope all of him.

So she had both hands on his shaft and wanked on him diligently while she sucked his knob.

If she had looked behind her at that moment, she would have seen Clarissa with her dress hitched up to her middle and her legs spread wide as she frigged her ginger minge furiously and tugged on Alex’s cock.

But she had her hands and her mouth full as she worked on Greg and making his toes curl as she took him to the abyss, closer and closer and closer until he exploded in her mouth and his seed was greedily consumed.

 

Clarissa could tell by the expression on Greg’s face that he had just emptied his sack, after all she’d seen Alex’s “cum face” enough times

“Come with me” she said ensuring her dress covered her minge before she stood up, and Alex did the same with his kilt, although he had to slip his jacket off to hold in front of him to disguise his bulge, he also couldn’t go as fast as Clarissa who had strode off purposely.

“Slow down” he thought as he tried to follow her as she led him first to the lifts, but after pressing both buttons, changed her mind and headed down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another corridor finally arriving at another door, labelled “Linen Cupboard” .

“In here” she said

“In a cupboard?” he thought as he stepped inside.

As the door closed the light went on to reveal shelves full of linen, and then Clarissa locked the door and was all over him, she hitched up her dress until her ginger bush was exposed and held the gathered fabric around her waist with one hand and got hold of his cock with the other.

“God Clarissa” he said, “What’s got into you?”

“This, in a minute I hope” She retorted and kissed him hard on the mouth

“Why here?” he asked escaping her lips

“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth,

“We have a lovely room upstairs, with a lovely bed” He pointed out

“I can’t wait” she answered curtly

“Bloody hell what got you so horny” He asked “Not that I’m complaining”

“Greg and Jane didn’t have a row” she said backing up against the door “She was under the table sucking him off”

“What?” He exclaimed with surprise as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Clarissa was panting loudly in his ear as he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive him, and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny

“Ohhhhh God” Clarissa uttered and her legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door.

Alex had one hand on her hip and the other gripped the coat hook behind the door and he banged her again and again and her fleshy bum cheeks slapped against the veneer and each stroke was met with a vocal response, but as the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened she could only manage grunts until she finished with

“OH GOD YES” As he emptied his sack into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“I really needed that”

“It was ok then?” he asked

“Oh yes, very acceptable”

“Good” He said sincerely “Can I have another drink now?”

“Definitely” she said smiling and kissed him

They quickly made themselves decent and exited the cupboard and retraced their steps down the corridor and returned to the ballroom where they found Jane was no longer under the table and she and Greg had been joined by Colin and Mira.

And the curious fact concerning the Monroe brothers and their girlfriends that night was that Jane was the only one wearing underwear.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (340) Roadside Assistance

 

Colin Monroe and Mira Cooke were driving back from Tipton in the north of the county where Colin had been examining one of the manuscripts his University were interested in.

They drove through the night because they were supposed to be going to a St Andrews Day dinner.

The plan was to drive all night by sharing the driving, sleep all day back in Willow and then they would be fresh for the dinner.

The journey was uneventful, traffic very light with no road works no accidents and subsequently they made good time, but then disaster struck at 3am when they broke down on the Finchbottom Expressway, but they managed to limp into a lay-by.

Fortunately, they were in a hire car which had full breakdown cover so he quickly put in a call and were given a two hour window.

They were parked in the only lay-by on the entire stretch of the Expressway 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, and Mira also knew it had been the sight of many lusty adventures between her best friend Clarissa and Colin’s brother Alex, so even before Colin had hung up Mira knew precisely what she wanted to fill the 2 hour window with.

So as soon as he put his phone on the dashboard she leapt into his arms and placed her hand on his cock, which was soon semi hard.

“You can stop tha...” he began but she stopped him talking by sticking her tongue in his mouth.

“That’s not the reason we stopped here,” he said weekly, but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had his hands inside her clothes, and moments after that he had pushed up her bra and had cupped her breast, and she was kissing him urgently, with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth.

After a few minutes he judged it was time for his hand to transfer its allegiance to more southerly climes and settled on her knee and only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of scanty briefs stood between him and Shangri-La, so his hand crept along her thigh, but he couldn’t progress as far as he wanted.

Because she had been squirming and wriggling in her seat so much her tights had start to move down her thighs, so the crotch was no longer in contact with her fanny, but the tights hadn’t fallen low enough for him to get his hand inside them from the top, so he forcefully ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights instead.

The shock of his action made her stop kissing him and after a moment she giggled

“Oh wow, that was sexy” she said “Very masterful”

A grin spread wide across her face then she began kissing him again and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines as his hand entered the hole he had made and then his finger explored the considerable moistness of her minge while she tugged his cock out through his open fly.

They had reached the point when he was considering how he was going to finish her off, and she was anticipating when, however the car was suddenly filled with light and they stopped and looked at each other, then out through the back window where the RAC van had come to a stop.

“Shit” Mira said releasing her grip on his cock “you’d better put him away again”

“That’s going to be easier said than done” he retorted as she rearranged her clothes and giggled

 

Colin had managed to wrestle his erection back in his pants just moments before the mechanic reached his door, so he wound down his window and the RAC man said.

“Mr Monroe?”

“Yes”

“What seems to be the problem?”

“We just lost power” Colin said

“Ok jump out and I’ll check the engine management”

“Ok” Colin said although he didn’t exactly jump, his erection meant he had to exit the car very gingerly.

 

An hour later Colin and Mira watched as the RAC van drove out of the lay-by and back onto the Expressway.

“Ok let’s go you home” he said “so we can finish what we started”

“No” she snapped and unzipped his fly “I can’t wait until we get home”

So they stood kissing in the darkness of the lay-by as Mira tugged on his cock and then she suddenly stopped, and gave him a leery smile as she turned around and draped herself over the bonnet, with one foot planted on the floor she swung her other leg up so it lay along the length of the wing with her foot illuminated by the headlight.

Colin stepped behind her where he firstly threw her coat tail to one side, then lifted her skirt up and tucked the hem into her waistband, then using both hands he tore her tights to shreds, and Mira looked over her shoulder at him wide eyed and said

“My God that felt so dirty”

“You should be wearing stockings anyway” he retorted

“It’s too chilly for stockings” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”

“Not much chance of that” Colin said “I’ve never known it to be anything but red hot”

And with that he pushed two fingers into her hot pussy making her gasp and moan, then he frigged her creamy cunny until she yelled in the night

“Oh God I’m so ready”

So, he pulled his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips and replace them with his cock

“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him and the same again with the next stroke and the next until she came noisily and she panted a few times through gritted teeth and he gave her three more full lengths and then when she came again and the volume of her climax filled the trees as he emptied into her.

 

Dawn was breaking as they left the lay-by and Mira was wearing a smug expression as well as shredded tights.

They went straight to bed when they were back in Willow and slept all day, however they were still late to the dinner because Mira woke up horny.

BAD SANTA # 4

 

Bad Santa is a bit of a perve

And his special seasonal wish

Is for you to jingle his bells

So you get a White Christmas

Choice Tales from the Vale – (075) A Call of Nature

 

Jude Marante was on his Easter break from his second year at Abbottsford University and he was at his parents’ home in Shallowfield, and his parents and younger brother Tony were all at work.  

It was around lunchtime, but being a student he hadn’t been up for long and he wasn’t even dressed, he had showered and was wearing his robe and was on his way to the kitchen for a late breakfast or an early lunch.

But he only got halfway down the hall when there was a knock on the front door and when he opened it he found Sylvia Silverman standing on the step, fidgeting.

Sylvia was his younger brother Tony’s ex-girlfriend who was a cute little brunette, who he had fancied all the time she was dating Tony, and he always suspected it was mutual, but then he went off to uni and she and Tony broke up.

“Hey” he said

“Hi Jude” she said still fidgeting

“How are you?” Jude asked

“Desperate” she replied

“What?”

“I’m desperate for the loo” she said

“Oh” he said and laughed “You’d better come in then”

“Thanks” Sylvia said and dropped her stuff in the hall and darted into the downstairs loo, but significantly didn’t shoot the bolt.

Jude stood out in the hall and could hear the seat go down and the rustle of clothes which he imagined to be her tights and drawers and then a bump as her arse hit the seat, all of which gave him the horn. Sylvia then proceeded to pee, a lot and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he found it nerve tinglingly arousing.

When the horse like urination reduced to drops and dribbles he pushed the handle down and opened the door just as she was about to wipe herself dry and she was unalarmed by his entrance, she stopped what she was about to do and smiled because Sylvia had noticed his cock twitching beneath his robe so she reached forward and pulled the loosed end of his belt so his robe fell open and then grabbing the two halves she had a good long look at his awakening cock before she pulled him closer.

Once she had him standing in front of her Sylvia began pulling his stork gently and looked up at his face as she played with him and the smiling Sylvia said.

“I’ve been looking forward to this”,

“Me too” Jude replied and returned her smile and closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob and her tongue began to flick around his helmet in quick feather light licks.

Until all at once in one smooth warm wet instant he was in her mouth.

“Oh that’s so nice Sylv,” he gasped but as wonderfully sensual as it was he was aching to be in a different part of her so he withdrew from her voracious mouth and stood her up and then lifted her up so her pert arse was sitting on top of the cistern.

“Oh that’s chilly” she giggled as he lifted her legs up so he could pull her black tights and knickers off over her ankles.

Jude was soon stood in front of her again and kissed her as he thrust his cock between her wet whiskers and she let out a long coarse breath.

“I knew I’d get you one day” she said smugly as her arms locked around his neck and her legs hooked behind his arse as she took what she gone to the house for in the first place.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (074) Double Trouble on the Train

 

Lifelong best friends Greg Wishaw and Joshua Regal worked together for Stanislas, Boivin and Champeaux Solicitors in Finchbottom and spent their annual bonus on the trip of a life time on the Orient Express and were partying hard in the bar car when Greg got chatting with a drop dead gorgeous girl called Tara Harfield, who was serious posh totty, and seriously hot.    

She was five foot two with red hair and a pale complexion and was cutely freckled and she was with a friend, Sonja Marti who was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.

They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party outfits.

Greg wasn’t sure where Sonja went but while Joshua got wasted Greg got lucky as he and Tara slipped away from the party and the moment they left the bar car she was all over him and as her tongue explored his mouth his hands explored inside her top and tried to unhook her bra.

“No not here” she said and walked away “Come on”

And she ran giggling down the corridor and he ran after her until she stopped abruptly outside her cabin, where she stood fingering her hair and chewing her lip while she waited for him and then he kissed her and again tried to liberate her breasts only to be thrwarted once more.

“Not out here” she said

“Lets go inside then” he urged

“Ok” she said and kised him “But let me go first to get ready”

“Ok” he agrees

“Give me 5 minutes” Tara said and kissed him again

He was arroused from the moment they kissed but while he waited the five minutes outside her cabin he just got harder and harder. 

When his five minutes were up he entered the cabin and quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied in the dimly lit room a naked buttock protruding from beneath a blanket on the top bunk.

“There you are” he said

And feeling himself restricted he shed his trousers and pants, and leant in and kissed her plump cheek and his arousal continued.

Greg caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.

At his first touch she was considerably more than moist and lathered up even more as he stroked her and she began moaning softly into her pillow.

As she warmed to his rhythmic touch he penetrated her with two fingers and her instant response was to roll over and spread herself wide so he could frigged her hole with two fingers and lap up the resulting juice with his tongue.

But as Tara moaned appreciatively in response to his efforts he suddenly felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him completely and he lifted his head from Tara’s cunny and asked

“Who’s that?”

“Oh that’s my best friend Sonja” Tara said “We share everything”

“I love to share” he said and buried his face back into Tara’s pussy while Sonja sucked on his cock.