Choice Tales from the Vale – (347) The Birthday Treat (Part 2)

 

After a few minutes of perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.

He was only asleep for minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as he came to, she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.

Greg thought that was sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to the moment as Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the tights did not detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough to aid his advance.

He preferred the silkily smooth 70-denier hosiery she normally wore but even cheaply shod the feel of her inner thigh brought a lump to his pants, and with her head on his shoulder he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand advanced.

So, it crept ever higher up Jane’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation, and she moaned quietly.

Greg could feel the heat from her pussy as he neared his objective, although he wasn’t sure of his intention once he got there or what her expectation was.

But when his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

The consequence of her action and his rubbing and the inferior quality of her tights caused his fingers to push straight through the gusset; and his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants and into her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached he relished looking upon the recipient of his lust as her buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.

But he was conscious of the fact they were in an open carriage, sparsely occupied though it might have been, he still had to keep a weather eye on the aisle to ensure they were not discovered.

Obviously, the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the wetness of her cunny.

Jane for her part was stifling her moans by burying her face in her coat, which she needed to do, as he was deep into the heart of her fire as he frigged her, and she was not a quiet lover.

All of a sudden Greg heard the door open from the adjoining carriage so his fingers exited Jane’s love tunnel and she closed her legs.

He nonchalantly rested his hand on her knee as a passenger opened the door, however the indecisive passenger, paused for a moment then went back the way he came.

Immediately the door closed behind him, Jane swung open her legs and gripping him by the wrist thrust his hand inside the gaping hole in her shredded tights to return to their previous duties.

So as the Downshire countryside hurtled by he attended to her wet gash, and her cream oozed between his fingers as he stroked her pussy until she closed her thighs and came, letting out a muffled scream inside her coat as she did so, and after a moment or two she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.

Just being on a train made him horny being on a train with Jane made him more so and after their little divertissement, he had the mother of all erections.

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself but he was content to wait until they got to the hotel when it would be a hundred times better when he exploded inside her.

“Hmmm” Jane murmured when her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed him wetly before cuddling up to him again.

They sat there like that for about half an hour when Jane started fidgeting beside him and he thought, “here we go again”.

But then she sat still again, but only for a minute or two, then she began squirming in her seat once more before another period of immobility.

“It’s no good” she said suddenly sitting up

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“I’m all sticky” she whispered “and uncomfortable”

“Ah” he replied “Well we’d better get you to the Hotel pronto and get your wet knickers off then”

“I can’t wait until then,” she said playfully slapping him

“Can you get my bag down?”

He obliged, despite some discomfort from his erection, while she rummaged in her handbag for her other pair of tights,

Greg set her bag down on the seat he had occupied while she discreetly delved inside for something, which he assumed to be unsullied pants.

He then replaced the bag and stepped aside so she could pass.

“Thank you horny,” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers, Greg choose not to respond to her jibe even though it was Miss Sticky knickers that had initiated the cause of her own discomfort.

Greg just smiled as he watched her walk down the aisle with a very un-lady like gait.

 

Jane returned about ten minutes later, moist knickers in hand.

“Are you feeling better now?” he enquired

“Definitely more comfortable” she replied and then whispered

“I’m still very horny though” and kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.

“The sooner we get to Abbottsford then the better” he added and kissed her back.

 

The remainder of the journey seemed to take far longer than the reality, as their mutual need to shag was becoming all-consuming.

Greg certainly couldn’t wait to get her out of her sticky knickers and relieve the ache in his balls.

Once they had disembarked at Abbottsford, they made their way quickly to the taxi rank and joined the queue.

Impatiently they waited their turn feeling as if they were stuck in a time warp but eventually they reached the front and got into the waiting cab and he was sporting a throbbing erection when they finally arrived at the Hotel.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (347) The Birthday Treat (Part 1)

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12-year-old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

But it was his love affair with Jane Bloomfield that drew him back to Willow in the months following their first meeting.

They didn’t however get together as often as they would have liked for example, they weren’t spending Christmas together in fact Greg and Jane weren’t getting together until Boxing Day.

Because she worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas all be it before he met Jane.

But as it was Jane’s 29^th birthday a week before Christmas so he booked a two-night stay at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a treat.

However, with them both travelling from different directions they decided that in order to maximize the time they had together they should avoid the complications around them both driving and travel by train instead.

Travelling separately until they reached Finchbottom and then complete the journey to Abbottsford together.

 

So, having made their way there separately, they met at the station,

in true clichéd manner beneath the clock on the main concourse.

Greg got there first because Jane was a few minutes late due to a hosiery mishap.

As she was leaving the platform a rather impatient woman, cut in front of her at the barrier and snagged her tights with her wheelie case.

So not wanting to rummage thru her suitcase at the station she had decided to buy another pair on the concourse, it was a pack of two as it turned out, and after purchasing a rather more inferior product than her usual, had to run down to the ladies to change.

 

He saw his 5ft 8 inch well groomed slim figured girlfriend approaching, her coat was unbuttoned, and it flapped open as she walked.

Jane’s shoulder length black hair, that framed her pretty face, bounced in time with her stride and was synchronized perfectly with her disproportionally large breasts which moved hypnotically.

She had a very neat figure and skinny legs and her intelligent pale blue eyes fixed on him and a smile was playing about her full lips.

And as the two of them embraced he drank in her exotic fragrance and felt the slightest of trouser tickles.

Even though she was late they still had time to sit and enjoy an unhurried coffee before boarding the train.

 

It was much more relaxing on the train than driving, it was more comfortable, and they could have a cuddle, the only side effect of train travel with the rhythmic clickety clack, was that it made them horny.

But as they were off to Abbottsford for a libidinous weekend, the horniness would not go to waste, the other side effect was when the train settled into its rhythm the long blinks set in.

 

When they boarded the train, Jane folded her coat over the seat in front of theirs and they made themselves comfortable, Jane sat in the corner by the window and he sat beside her.

They chose the opposite end of the carriage to the toilets for no other reason than there tended to be less thru traffic and therefore less likelihood of being disturbed from their slumber.

They were soon under way and enjoying the views as they clickety clacked their way through the Downshire countryside, which was bathed in December sunshine.

Beside him, Jane was exuding her familiar exotic perfume every time she moved which always stirred his loins but initially the urge to fall asleep was greater than his lust.

Even before they’d gone even halfway, she had cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up under her, then hugging his arm, she rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

He glanced down at her and notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing, and by adjusting the angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her bra inside her sweater.

He even thought he could discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the wool of her sweater but that could just have been his imagination or wishful thinking.

Jane stirred as if conscious of his gaze, but he continued anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to.

After a few minutes of perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.

He was only asleep for minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as he came to, she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.

Greg thought that was sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to the moment as Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the tights did not detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough to aid his advance. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (346) The Christmas Trip (Part 2)

 

When he arrived at the house, he found Mira dressed all in black as normal.

“What are you doing here?” she asked and kissed him “I wasn’t expecting you this early, I’ve just finished dressing, I’m not ready yet”

“You look ready to me” he said

“I haven’t even done my makeup yet” she said and turned away

“You look gorgeous as you are” he said and put his hands on her shoulders and she leant back against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.

She leant her head back so she could look up at him and said

“We haven’t got time for that”

Mira bent over the sofa to retrieve her makeup bag, which was when Colin took his chance to slip his hand up under her skirt to her stocking top and beyond, where his finger quickly slipped inside her gusset and between her lips 

“I thought you said you weren’t ready” he said

In response she quickly stood up and disconnected his finger from her pussy and said

“I’m always ready for that, but we don’t have time”

“We should always have time for it” he corrected her

“We really haven’t got time for it this time” she said and smiled

“I think we do” Colin retorted and bent down and kissed her smiling lips, and as he did so he began pulling the front of her top up so he could get a better hold of her tits.

“Oh no you don’t” Mira said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Playing hard to get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra

“You sneaky sod” she said still laughing but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings still denying him access to her un-holstered breasts.

So a change of tack was called for and he abandoned his quest for breast and got his hand up her skirt and inside her knickers instead, but Mira instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let him get to her minge.

Leaving him only one option left, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to the sofa.

She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back, and Mira’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her pants off her arse before she knew what was happening, before doing the same with her skirt.

From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.

“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling

“Well you’re almost naked now” Colin responded as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants and gave it a bit of a tug.

Mira’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at him.

As he immobilized her legs with one arm, he placed his hand on her bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and slipping his thumb along her greasy crease.

Mira stopped giggling at that point and moaned softly instead

“We’re going to miss our plane” she purred as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” he said as he plugged into her.

The moment his shaft was greased up to his balls he released Mira’s legs and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck, and there were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as Colin entered her tight young pussy again and again.

As he banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder, until right on cue when the sofa would move no further, they both came.

He withdrew from her and waddled penguin like around the sofa and sat down on the seat next to a panting Mira and put his hand on her belly.

“See we did have time” he said 

 

They didn’t speak for the next 10 minutes or so they just panted and reflected on a job well done, that was until Mira stretched and sighed, as she lay in the same position he left her in, and rolled over.

She looked up at him with a familiar look in her eye and smiled before taking his limp member in her mouth, which of course didn’t stay limp for long.

“You want to go again?” he asked

“Mmmm” she mumbled

“I thought you didn’t want to miss the plane?” he said and then with a slurp she released his cock and crawled onto his lap.

“We’re already late” she answered taking her top off and impaling herself on him.

 

“That was lovely” she said as they redressed, more than an hour after they should have left for the airport “But what are we going to do about our plane?”

“Nothing”

“What?” she exclaimed “But we are so late, we’ll never get there on time”

“We have plenty of time” he said calmly

“No, we don’t” she snapped “what are we going to do”

“Don’t panic” he said and kissed her forehead “our flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow”

“What?” she exclaimed in disbelief

“We don’t fly until tomorrow” he explained

“You pig!” she cried and slapped him playfully and then they kissed

“So where are we going today?”

“The Hilton” he replied “Luxury room, four poster bed, pool, jacuzzi, gym and Michelin starred restaurant”

“Wow” she retorted “Now tell me more about the bed”

And then they kissed again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (346) The Christmas Trip (Part 1)

Mira Cooke, was the best friend of Clarissa St Claire, and both girls had perfect Carrington Chase educated voices, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

They had been friends since Montessori and were in the same halls together at Abbottsford University and were going share a flat together during their second and third years.

But apart from the fact that they came from wealthy families and were well educated, to the casual observer they didn’t appear to have anything else in common.

Clarissa was beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, elegant, slim and petit, bubbly and outgoing, and dressed to turn heads, whereas Mira was not beautiful, though she was not unattractive to look at, she was also not bubbly or outgoing and always wore black, she even had her brunette hair dyed black.

she was taller than Clarissa, and slender with nice long legs, though few people saw them as she normally wore long skirts, or loose fitting trousers, but where her friend was busty, Mira was less well endowed, though she was not flat chested.

Clarissa was an extrovert, precocious, a real Lolita, confident, self-assured, pretty and she knew it, though not in a cocky way.

Mira was a shy, socially awkward bookish girl who appeared to lack self-confidence

Being with Clarissa made her feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, and she had lived her life on her friends coat tails and it was thought that without Clarissa she would flounder, but they were wrong.

Although they were both bright intelligent girls there was more to life for Clarissa, but Mira was not a party girl and she was best described as bookish as she had the habit of peering over her specs.

One other way in which they differed was sex, Clarissa had been obsessed with sex since the moment she hit puberty, not that she was sexually active, other than the usual masturbation, but she obsessed over losing her virginity, not the when, but the who.

She set her cap at Alex Monroe when she was a very young girl and not long after her 18^th birthday, she got him.

However, Mira had gone through puberty with absolutely no interest in sex, she was much more in tune with the romantic characters in the literature she read.

That was at least until Clarissa started telling her in graphic detail about Alex and what he did to her and what he had her do to him and all of a sudden all the repressed feelings came to the fore, and she couldn’t stop abusing herself, and she had amassed a sordid selection of sex toys to deal with her urges and although she hadn’t had a man inside her she’d had a lot of substitutes over the three months since she started wetting her knickers.

But even though she had awakened sexually she still didn’t envisage progressing onto the real thing, not with the people within her social circle at any rate as they didn’t measure up against the romantic heroes in her books.

However, that all changed on the day she met Colin Monroe, but it was the second time that had the greatest impact on them.

 

All in all Colin was only going to be in the UK for a month or so and he planned to make full use of his time in Downshire, the reunion with his brothers, catching up with friends and of course the University business, what he had not returned to Dulcet on Willow for, was to meet someone he was attracted to when he was only going to be in the country for a few weeks, but it happened anyway.  

However he decided to dismiss it from his mind and concentrate on the reason he was there in the first place, and all was going well until two days after their first meeting when he and Alex were in Abbottsford in the Labuschagne Coffee House, when the girls suddenly walked in, a meeting clearly engineered by his brother and his girlfriend.

The girls didn’t stay long as they had lectures to get to, but it was long enough for them to make a deeper impression on each other.

At the time, when they were sat in the Coffee shop chatting, he really enjoyed being with her, and didn’t think about the consequences, it was only after they had gone that it sank in.

 

Mira had no such concerns, she had already taken into account that she might not see him again after December, but she was prepared to take that risk.

So, she decided that she would act at Halloween, and she hit the bullseye.  

 

In the month and a half since Mira Cooke surrendered her virginity to him on Halloween

Colin Monroe had seen a lot of her.

His University had sent him to the UK to examine and verify the authenticity of some 18^th Century manuscripts that the University wanted for their library, but he had spent a disproportionate amount of time examining every inch of Mira.

In the beginning Colin truly liked her, but he didn’t want to lead her on, as he would be back in Adelaide by Christmas, and she was only 18 and he was 26.

However, she more than liked him, and because he was going back to Australia before Christmas, she made the decision that she would make the most of every minute, which was why she propositioned him.

But following that Halloween seduction, if he wasn’t with her, he was thinking about her, which was why he asked her to spend Christmas and New Year with him in Australia.

Mira had planned to take a gap year with her best friend Clarissa, but then they decided to start Uni straight away and travel after they had graduated, but she was all loved up with Colin’s brother Alex, so she doubted that would happen, so she jumped at the chance, but what he wasn’t aware of was that even if none of that were true she would still have accepted, because she was in love with him.

But she was reluctant to tell him, in case she scared him away, but she let it slip out after a moment of passion but then she heard him say

“I love you too”

They had been at Mira’s home in Dulcet Meadow because Colin had asked her to spend Christmas and New Year in Adelaide with him, and Mira accepted, but that didn’t mean it was a done deal by any means, which was why they were there, for the small matter of convincing her parents, which they did with ease.

 

Two weeks later, on Friday morning, Alex was up early, and after showering and shaving he threw his bags into the car and was heading back to Dulcet Meadow to collect Mira and her luggage for the flight to Australia.

The Cooke’s had already left, as they had decided as their daughter would be on the other side of the world until the New Year, that they would head for sunnier climes for the Holidays themselves. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (328) Gingerbread Girl

 

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.

 

Clarissa had invited him the St Claire house that evening, with the promise of dinner, he was a little apprehensive because he was still persona non grata with her parents, but when he went next door he was relieved to find there were no cars on the drive.

So, he knocked on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again and there was still no reply so he turned the doorknob and opened the door and let himself in.

“Hello! Clarissa!” he called, and a disembodied voice replied

“Hi babe, I’m in the kitchen, go in the lounge, I’ll be there in a minute”

Alex sat in a large leather chair in the lounge and was reading a magazine when he suddenly realized Clarissa was standing in the doorway and when he looked up he did a double take.

He had expected to see her wearing an apron over a pretty little outfit but instead Clarissa was stood there in the doorway dressed in a very different outfit indeed.

“Do you like it?” she said

“Very much” he replied

“It’s my gingerbread girl outfit from last year’s school Christmas production” she explained

“Were you supposed to keep it?”

“No” she admitted “but I thought it made me look sexy”

“Oh, it certainly does” he said as he looked her up and down

She had put her ginger hair in braids, tied with red ribbons, and was Wearing a brown pinafore dress sporting a large gingerbread figure motif, over a white scoop necked top and petticoat, red and white candy stiped stockings reaching just above her knees topped with red bows, and red high heels which shaped her legs

“I thought we were having dinner” Alex said

“I thought you might like a bit of gingerbread first” she replied coyly

as she walked towards him and began unbuttoning the straps on her pinafore and let the front fall forward, and he could see she was braless.

When she reached his chair Clarissa undid the buttons either side of her waistband but before the dress slipped over her hips she leant forward and put a hand on the arm rests either side of him to support herself, allowing him a perfect view, down her scoop necked top, of her tits hanging seductively inviting and then she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.

When she stopped Clarissa stood up and taking hold of both hands, she pulled him up out of the chair, then with a wiggle of her hips the dress was around her ankles.

 

Alex intended to pick her up and carry her upstairs, but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the stairs, which must have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls and door frames.

At the foot of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining room, where he relieved her of her top, and she wriggled out of her petticoat, before he pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her magnificent erect, pink nipples, and he heard a double clunk behind him, as her red shoes hit the floor, so now only a pair of scanty red knickers and her red and white candy stiped stockings remained.

Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her.

When he stopped Alex reached up under her arse with both hands and got hold of her pants, and began pulling them from her cheeks, Clarissa obliged him by lifting her bum off the table, and down her thighs to her knees, then he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits, and puller her knickers off over her stocking feet as he looked lustily down at her pink pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Alex” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue, she very soon came, and after Alex had finished licking her lips he stood up and licked his.

“Do it here, do it now” she begged as she tried to release his cock from his trousers, but he suddenly became aware of just how many windows there were in that room so was fearful of being seen, so he thought it would be best to take her upstairs, and do her in her own bed, he hadn’t been in her bedroom before.

“No” he said sternly and she looked at him crestfallen until he said “Your bed” Which was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a rat up a drainpipe, Alex however took more measured strides, mainly because of his erection, so made a more steady ascent up the stairs.

Clarissa was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he entered the room.

“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees, her breasts and her ginger braids going their own way as everything bounced, although his eyes focused on her tits.

“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees, before she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her and hurriedly began undoing his trousers

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face, with her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.

“There he is” Clarissa said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.

Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when she suddenly leapt up and taking him by surprise, shoved him so hard that he fell onto the bed.

“Get on your back” she commanded, and he duly complied and in an instant, she was on top of him and thrusting her eager young cunny onto his erection.

“Oh, that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him again and again as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she expertly performed on him so satisfyingly.

Unlike the previous times she had ridden him, she remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans from herself.

Not needing to intercede Alex just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice, and she screamed as he shot into her.

“Oh, fuck yes”

 

It had always been Clarissa’s intention that when she invited him to dinner that she was the only thing on the menu, so Alex ordered a takeaway while Clarissa picked up all her discarded clothes.

They decadently ate McDonalds in their underwear at the dining table where he had dined on her. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (345) Impatience

 

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 she returned on a regular basis to see Alex and be seen to by him, though in December he wasn’t the only reason for her return.

 

Clarissa had travelled back the Willow by train, well three trains to be precise, because the roads were so bad, and she didn’t like driving in the snow or ice.

She could have waited and come back the next day when the roads were expected to be clear as the thaw was setting in.

But she was flying to Vermont with her parents the day after that, and she wanted to spend some quality time with Alex before she left, what she meant by “quality time” was in fact a good seeing to.

So, when she got home, she dropped her bags and coat at her house before walking briskly next door to find Alex.

However he wasn’t in the house, because he had an important commission to complete, it was a series of book illustrations that had to be delivered to the publishers before Christmas, so he was in his studio working when she arrived at the house.

She had obviously tried the front door and got no response so she walked round the back and she was just crossing the patio when he spotted her, and he had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way, all the time he had known her.

She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.

She was clearly dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions and travelling on public transport, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was, but despite her attire she still looked hot.

He could have opened the studio door and shouted to her but for some reason he didn’t and instead watched her open the French doors and go inside, and then he began packing away his artist materials, and after a few minutes his phone rang.

“Hello!”

“Where are you?” Clarissa asked, and he detected a hint of urgency in her tone which he recognised from personal experience as horniness, so he replied

“I had to pop out, why where are you?”

“I’m at yours” she snapped “how long will you be?”

“Not long, I’m on my way back now” he replied as he left the studio “Just amuse yourself until I get there”

“How?”

“Well you could do what I do when I’m on my own” he suggested as he started walking up to the house

“What’s that?”

“I sit and reminisce” Alex said

“What about?”

“Us” he said “I think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions”

“Really?” she asked

“Yes, like the time you arrived at my house drunk holding a “Happy Birthday” balloon and demanded a birthday kiss” he said “then you flopped down on my lap and kissed me”

“Oh yes our first kiss” she said wistfully “And then you touched me, everywhere”

“But you wanted more” he pointed out as he stepped onto the patio

“And you wouldn’t give it to me” she snapped “but we did so many things, while I was still a virgin”

“I particularly remember the first time I tasted you” Alex said

“Oh, wow yes, you made me come so hard my knees trembled and my fanny farted”

“But you returned the favour when you were out of action because of the cotton mouse” he said as he watched her through the window

“I did good” she said proudly

“And who could forget the day I made you look through the shrubbery while I fingered you to orgasm with your parent’s siblings and grandparents only a few yards away”

“My God that was so dirty... And so deliciously good” she admitted and chuckled

“It was deliciously dirty” he said

“Then we had a long relaxing bath”

“And a 69 afterwards” she added as she leant back in the chair

“And the next day you took my cherry”

“After I had disrobed you from your expensive Carrington Chase uniform” he corrected her

“You were such a perve wanting to have a schoolgirl” she said with a chuckle

“But that wasn’t the only time you wore it for me was it?” he asked “Because you wore it later when you came on to me”

“I know it made me feel sexy” she admitted

“Yes, you like to dress up don’t you” he observed

“The Gingerbread Girl, wearing your school hockey kit at Halloween, and you in thermals”

“I know but I am spectacularly sexy” she said and then recounted every coupling they had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and aroused herself in the process, as he looked through the French window he saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly in her seat as she recounted the history of their love making.  

“I can still remember vividly that time I told my parents about us and they forbad me to see you, but I came round anyway” she continued

“And I got upset, and you comforted me”

“Yes, I remember”

“Then you fingered me through my tights until I screamed, God that was so dirty... And so good” Clarissa paused as if she was rerunning the whole evening through her head.

“And you had me on the sofa”

“And what about the time I caught you sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering yourself” he recounted as he watched her hand moving on her lap.

“Yes, that was very naughty” she gasped, “And very sexy”

“Yes, it was,” he agreed 

“What about when you made me stop in that layby because you needed to pee, and you got back in the car holding your knickers and tights in your hand” he said as he opened the door “and we did it in the back seat”

“I was so horny” she said and glanced at him and realising where his gaze was, she blushed and looked quickly away but continued with her recollections and put the phone down so her hand could join its partner between her legs.

“The St Andrews day dinner was nice” he mused

“God yes, watching Greg’s face, and knowing that Jane was under the table sucking him off got me very hot” she said and glanced in his  direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.

“And you tugged hard on my cock as you watched” he said

“And fingered myself” she admitted “furiously”

Alex could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy again as she squirmed in the chair with her eyes shut.

“Tell me more,” he suggested as he began loosening his belt.

“I was so horny, I dragged you from the ballroom so you could fuck me” she purred “But I couldn’t wait to go upstairs to our room, so we snuck into a linen cupboard, and you banged me hard against the door”

“I remember waking up in your bed one morning with your parents across the landing, and you insisted on being serviced before I snook out” he said as he slipped his pants and trousers off

“It was so deliciously naughty, and dangerous”

She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.

“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone to Mira was very…” she paused briefly as she came “sexy”

“Look whose here” he said as he sat on an armchair with his erect cock on parade, Clarissa opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she was out of her seat and scrambling towards him.

Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him.

“Oh…” he exclaimed feebly as she sucked vigorously on his member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity, and by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was wide-awake and she gave one gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.

Clarissa stood up and as she turned her back on him, she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve, then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.

“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers

“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know, and it’s very chilly on public transport”

“They’re certainly practical looking,” he said, “Why didn’t you wear your thermals?”

“They’re clean folded and packed for the holiday” she explained “You’d only get them spunky again”

“So, can I get your practical pants spunky?” he asked

“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants off over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.

His hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up Clarissa’s firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.

Clarissa’s hands reached out for the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed all of him.

Alex’s hand then left her hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian or practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands.

Meanwhile Clarissa was rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.

Alex still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and Clarissa did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.

She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths crescendoed as she cried out in orgasm, then as she rose and fell on him once more he came.

“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed

“That felt good,” she said giggling, “That’s one to remember for next time”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (344) Under Her Parents Roof

 

Mira Cooke, was the best friend of Clarissa St Claire, and both girls had perfect Carrington Chase educated voices, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

They had been friends since Montessori and were in the same halls together at Abbottsford University and were going share a flat together during their second and third years.

But apart from the fact that they came from wealthy families and were well educated, to the casual observer they didn’t appear to have anything else in common.

Clarissa was beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, elegant, slim and petit, bubbly and outgoing, and dressed to turn heads, whereas Mira was not beautiful, though she was not unattractive to look at, she was also not bubbly or outgoing and always wore black, she even had her brunette hair dyed black.

she was taller than Clarissa, and slender with nice long legs, though few people saw them as she normally wore long skirts, or loose fitting trousers, but where her friend was busty, Mira was less well endowed, though she was not flat chested.

Clarissa was an extrovert, precocious, a real Lolita, confident, self-assured, pretty and she knew it, though not in a cocky way.

Mira was a shy, socially awkward bookish girl who appeared to lack self-confidence

Being with Clarissa made her feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, and she had lived her life on her friends coat tails and it was thought that without Clarissa she would flounder, but they were wrong.

Although they were both bright intelligent girls there was more to life for Clarissa, but Mira was not a party girl and she was best described as bookish as she had the habit of peering over her specs.

One other way in which they differed was sex, Clarissa had been obsessed with sex since the moment she hit puberty, not that she was sexually active, other than the usual masturbation, but she obsessed over losing her virginity, not the when, but the who.

She set her cap at Alex Monroe when she was a very young girl and not long after her 18^th birthday, she got him.

However, Mira had gone through puberty with absolutely no interest in sex, she was much more in tune with the romantic characters in the literature she read.

That was at least until Clarissa started telling her in graphic detail about Alex and what he did to her and what he had her do to him and all of a sudden all the repressed feelings came to the fore, and she couldn’t stop abusing herself, and she had amassed a sordid selection of sex toys to deal with her urges and although she hadn’t had a man inside her she’d had a lot of substitutes over the three months since she started wetting her knickers.

But even though she had awakened sexually she still didn’t envisage progressing onto the real thing, not with the people within her social circle at any rate as they didn’t measure up against the romantic heroes in her books.

However, that all changed on the day she met Colin Monroe.

 

In the month and a half since Mira Cooke surrendered her virginity to him on Halloween

Colin Monroe had seen a lot of her.

His University had sent him to the UK to examine and verify the authenticity of some 18^th Century manuscripts that the University wanted for their library, but he had spent a disproportionate amount of time examining every inch of Mira.

In the beginning Colin truly liked her, but he didn’t want to lead her on, as he would be back in Adelaide by Christmas, and she was only 18 and he was 26.

However, she more than liked him, and because he was going back to Australia before Christmas, she made the decision that she would make the most of every minute, which was why she propositioned him.

But following that Halloween seduction, if he wasn’t with her, he was thinking about her, which was why after they had made love one afternoon, he asked her

“So, are you going to be home for Christmas?”

“Well I’ll probably be at home” she said “But my folks don’t really do Christmas”

“Oh, I see”

“So, I normally spend Christmas with the St Claire’s” She explained

“But not this year?”

“No Clarissa is going skiing with her parents in Vermont until just before Christmas and then she’ll be “Catching up” with Alex”

“So, you’ll be home?”

“I guess” she replied

“Come with me” he suggested

“What?”

“Spend Christmas and New Year with me in Adelaide” he said

Mira had planned to take a gap year with her best friend Clarissa, but then they decided to start Uni straight away and travel after they had graduated, but she was all loved up with Colin’s brother Alex, so she doubted that would happen.

As a result she had absolutely no reason to say no, so she thought, if he was serious, she should jump at the chance, not because she had no other plans but  because she was in love with him.

“Do you mean it?” she asked, “you want me to come with you to Australia?”

“Of course,” he said and with a huge smile on her face Mira threw herself into his arms and kissed him.

“You know it’s summer in Australia?” he said

“That’s ok” she responded “I have a black bikini”

 

Just because Colin asked her, and Mira accepted didn’t mean it was a done deal by any means, there was still the matter of convincing her parents, so he was invited to the family home for dinner.

Mira didn’t live in Dulcet on Willow, although she was born there, her parents moved the family to Dulcet Meadow when she was 11, so they had to drive from Willow, and Colin was terrified as he thought he would get a real grilling, but nothing could have been further from the truth, and he found them to be very gracious, amiable and hospitable, so much so that he drank too much and had to stay the night.

This caused a little bit of embarrassment on the accommodation front due to her mother’s insistence that they sleep in separate rooms.

Not because her mother was a prude, it was just that Mira was an only child, and although they had no reservations regarding the trip to Australia, she was not ready for her to be sullied under her own roof.

The result of this meant Mira was in her own bedroom while Colin was enduring their enforced separation in the guest room.

He found it difficult to drop off, partly because he was in a strange bed, but mainly because he was excited about taking Mira to Adelaide and his head was full of images of Mira in a black bikini, which had given him a major hard on.

After tossing and turning for about an hour his erection had began to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee so he  tiptoed his way across the landing to the loo and relieved himself.

he was yawning as he stepped back onto the landing and not really paying attention and he bumped into Mira coming the other way, who pushed him back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on his lips, which immediately relit the fire in his loins.

As the kiss proceeded his cock was pressing into her flesh and he made a move to grope her breasts through her black silk nightie, but she pushed him away.

“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly and pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo “Even if Mum hadn’t said no nookie, I’m on my period anyway,”

Mira then proceeded to pee which did nothing to diminish his erection as he found it inexplicably arousing.

Mira obviously noticed his cock twitch in his pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled him closer, and once she had him standing in front of her Mira began pulling his pants down and she licked her lips as his cock uncurled itself from its confinement, then she reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed his helmet.

She took her eyes off his cock for the first time and looked at his face as she played with him and said.

“This is for Christmas in Australia”
Colin closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

“This is a real surprise,” he thought as her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks, until all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Mira’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, Mira looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring him again with her hot mouth and he could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him.

Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips slurped around his cock.

“Oh, that’s so nice Mira,” he gasped

 “It’s a shame she’s out of action,” he thought as he was fast approaching the point of no return, but he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.

Colin had one hand on the back of her head with his fingers threaded amongst her jet-black hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.

Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and she was tugging on him furiously, then Mira took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock.

Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of his cock, he was so close, and Mira could sense it and she was going at him like fury, so close, so close

“Oh Mira” he exclaimed, and his buttocks clenched tight

Closer and closer still

“Oh Babe, Babe” he gasped and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot his load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked him dry.

Mira was still sucking and licking at the last of his seed from his nob before her lips smacked one last time as she released his shaft.

“Merry Christmas” She said

“And a Happy New Year” he responded as she gave his helmet one final licking suck.

A moment before they left the bathroom Mira said

“Let’s go and have a cuddle in my bed”

“What about your parents?” he asked “They forbad it”

“I don’t care” she retorted indignantly “I want a cuddle in my bed with the man I love”

The moment she said the words she panicked, she had said the L word out loud, and they hadn’t done that yet, but then he kissed her worries away and said

“I love you too, so let’s go and cuddle”