Monday, 16 May 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (224) The Ginger Amazon Gets Her Man

 

They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3rd year.

Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock. 

He had gone to Maxlins with his long term girlfriend Daisy but one morning he was seduced in his tent by Daisy’s best friend Katie Bell.

He had forgotten his phone so after breakfast he returned to his tent to get it.

“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said

“Ok”

They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.

But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in anything at all really.

She was kneeling down hoisting a pair of big navy blue knickers up her thighs, other than that she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, her great round breasts swinging in unison with her movement, and a spectacular ginger bush which was the particular treasure that drew his attention.

Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.

In utter embarassment he retreated to his own tent nursing an erection but she pursued him and as it was her spectacular nakedness that contributed to his arousal she let him fuck her with his spectacular cock.

 

 

The following couple of days there was a little awkwardness between them, but not because they felt guilty for what they did.

The reason was simply that they wanted to do it again although neither of them knew how the other one felt.

However on the third day while most of the group were on a day trip to Abbottsford they spent the day in Katie’s tent where he spent much of the day inside her.

“Daisy is so lucky” she panted after climbing off him.

“I don’t think she would agree” he replied as she kissed his chest

“Why?”

“She doesn’t really like sex” he explained

“What?” she asked incredulously as her lips moved to his belly

“Daisy doesn’t really like it”

“You mean she doesn’t like this?” She asked as she licked along the full length of his cock

“Shes not as enthuiastic about it as you” he said

“What a waste” Katie said and took him in her mouth.

 

After an exhausting and exhilerating and in no small way passionate day spent in her tent they only had one more coupling at Maxlins, which was in the disabled toilet.

 

After the holiday they went their separate ways for the remainder of the summer break and when they got back to Abbottsford the awkwardness between Katie and Sean returned.

 

The problem was, that Katie, Daisy and Sean all lived in the same house along with three other friends.

It was an old Victorian house with the rooms spread over three floors, Katie and Daisy had rooms on the ground floor while Sean’s was on the top floor, so it was very difficult for him to either get to his room or to Daisy’s without bumping into Katie.

Not that he didn’t like seeing her he did, very much, and as to bumping into her, he thought of little else.

He he’d had some of the most exhilarating moments of his life “bumping” into Katie.

But after there last session at Maxlin’s holiday camp they both agreed that they should call a halt to the affair as it wasn’t fair on Daisy.

 

However things suddenly changed one day in October when as she walked out of her room towards the bathroom Katie saw Daisy rush past and then heard the front door slam.

 

At the same moment Sean slipped out of Daisy’s bed and left the room, his cock still wet from Daisy’s pussy and to his surprise he met Katie coming the other way, wrapped in a towel.

He did a double take, thinking “where the hell did she come from”, he thought Daisy and he had the house to themselves.

Katie didn’t speak at first she just looked at him and then his wet semi hard cock, then at him again and then back to his rapidly shriveling dick.

“Did you just upset Daisy” she said accusingly

“Not exactly” he replied

“Then what did you do?” she asked

“I didn’t do anything different?” he said

“Something upset her” she pointed out

“Well it wasn’t me” Sean said

“The silly cow doesn’t know when she’s well off” Katie said sharply

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your friend” he said reproachfully

“I know” she admitted “I’m just jealous that she’s your girlfriend”

“Ah” he uttered

“If I was really being mean I would point out that her tits are smaller and her arse is bigger” she reiterated

“Just a bit” he said

“Just a bit, just a bit” she repeated disbelievingly and Katie disposed of her towel and displayed her glorious wares, her gorgeous undulating pale skinned form, her great round breasts and a spectacular ginger bush, which had a noticiable effect on Sean.

“Just to remind you what my gorgeous body looks like” she said and then she knelt down and licked and sucked her best friends’ juices off of his cock and when the gorgeous ginger amazon had finished sucking him back to life she stood up and kissed him.

 

Katie disposed of her towel and displayed her glorious wares, her gorgeous undulating pale skinned form, her great round breasts and a spectacular ginger bush, which had a noticiable effect on Sean.

“Just to remind you what my gorgeous body looks like” she said and then she knelt down and licked and sucked her best friends’ juices off of his cock and when the gorgeous ginger amazon had finished sucking him back to life she stood up and kissed him.

“I’m sorry, I know we said it had to stop” she said “but I couldn’t resist”

“You won’t hear me complain” he remarked

“It’s a shame it’s not the time for Katie to get Daisy’s fellas cock” she said wistfully holding his cock in her hand

“It’s not hers” he said

“What do you mean?” Katie asked

“It’s not Daisy’s cock” Sean said

“It’s more hers than it is mine” Katie pointed out

“Not anymore it’s not”

“What do you mean?” she asked

“She’s dumped me” he said

“Why?” she asked with alarm “Was it because of us?”

“No” he replied “it turns out she’s in love with someone else”

“My God who?” she asked still absentmindedly handling his tool

“India”

“India?” she asked “India who went on holiday with us?”

“Yes”

“The little mousy girl with the wonky eye?” she asked

“Yes that India”

“You mean Daisy’s a les?” Katie asked indelicately

“Yes” he replied “which kind of explains why she didn’t like sex much”

“She’s a les?” Katie repeated

“Apparently so”

“I wonder why she never tried anything with me” she mused

“Indeed” he said and his cock twitched

“You’re thinking about me and Daisy aren’t you?” she said having felt his cock twitch in her hand

“Yes” he admitted

“You actually admit it?” she said in amazement

“Yes” he replied honestly “I mean the only two women I’ve had sex with doing each other is pretty horny in anybody’s book” he said and his cock twitched again, twice

“You are a really dirty boy” she said and giggled and then a frown appeared on her face

“So if she’s a lesbian and she’s dumped you why is your cock covered in her cum?”

“A farewell fuck” he said matter-of-factly

“Oh” she replied and then the frown faded and was replaced with a smile and squeezed his cock

“So does that mean that this is mine now?”

“Only if you want it” he replied

“All for me” she said “and no sharing”

“That’s the idea” Sean said

“Well then I was just going for a shower” she said

“So I think you should come with me and we can get him nice and clean and then you can get him really dirty again”

“Is that a yes then?” he asked

“I’ll let you know after I’ve dirtied your cock”

She said

“Well I don’t think I want to just on a maybe” he said

“There’s no maybe about it” she confessed “You know I want it”

“Good” he said “then it’s all yours”

“And only mine?”

“And only yours” he agreed

“Goody” she said as she led him, still gripping his shaft, like a prize bull to the bathroom.

“Now it’s time for Katie Bell to get her boyfriend’s cock”

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (223) The Silent Instructor

 

Tony Chester and Helen Gearing worked for O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, Tony in Shallowfield and Helen in Purplemere, and she had been trying to get in his trousers for two years but he had always resisted because he was happily married to Gemma and she gave him all the sex he could ever want.

Plus she was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits.

 

His resistance was finally broken one summer night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the presence that her car had broken down.

While he was looking under the bonnet she was divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.

He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

Unfortunately for him as the fun began he discovered that she liked to give instructions

“Rub me hard”

“Yes touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

Which went on for a while and her constant instructions really pissed him off so he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

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

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

Then he left Helen sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.

And as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text from her

“Let’s do that again”

 

Well he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if he could guarantee she would shut up, but that was very likely.

But the text’s kept coming from her begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.

Until one Saturday afternoon about two months after he had last shagged her, she turned up at the Shallowfield Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.

She put on her tightest most revealing leggings sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra she looked good enough to eat and smelt divine. 

“No” he said as she walked in the office, but he still went hard

“Oh Tony please” she begged “I’m so horny”

“No” he repeated

“Why?”

“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you telling me what to do”

“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”

“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you go”

“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you ask”

“Anything?” he asked

“Yes anything” Helen agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”

 

Parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Tony had in mind was perfect.

“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked one last time

“Absolutely” she confirmed

He went to a colleague’s desk and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.

“What are they for?”

“A gag” he replied and she turned up her nose “it’s alright they’re clean”

But she wasn’t convinced

“You did say anything” he reminded her

“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth he gagged her and tied the legs behind her head in a bow.

He thought he might tell her later that he’d lied about them being clean.

Tony then lead her by the hand out to the warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.

“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied, but stood holding her clothes to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.

Tony then tied her to the wooden rails that ran the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots being sold on Monday belonging to a deceased magician.

And when he’d finished and she looked like a large pink huge breasted starfish he did all the things to her that he wanted to do the last time and when he’d made her cum until her knees went weak he fucked her.

 

He left Helen hanging from the cargo restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home.

He walked back inside and climbed into the van.

“Are you ok?” he asked but she shook her head so he undid her gag

“What’s wrong?”   

“I need a drink” she replied and then added quietly “and I need to pee”

He went away and when he returned he was carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.

She was very grateful for the water and drank half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.

“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she said “please, I’ve been good”

“You said anything” he reminded her

“I know” she said “But...”

“No buts” he said “anything means anything, and a promise is a promise”

Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket between her legs and after a moment she let it go and pissed and pissed and pissed.

“God that was sexy” he said

“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked

“Only in a good way” he replied as he put the bucket down

Tony let her finish the rest of the water and then said

“It’s time to play again”

And she opened her mouth so he could replace the gag.

 

With Helen bound and gagged Tony used her and abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and invited him to taste.

 

After noshing her to yet another orgasm he released her bonds and she fell in to his arms and held on tightly to him.

She was still breathing hard and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.

They stood in that embrace for several minutes while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.

It was also a chance for him to get his second wind before the final act.

“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”

She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.

“There is still one more bit of fun to be had” he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.

He paused briefly in the show room while he stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.

He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best of his knowledge a Helen.

He had her laid in such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.

He didn’t withdraw as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent in situ.

If he had she would probably still been lying there come Monday morning.

So Tony helped her dress herself and then had to drive her home.

She was so exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot.

When he reached her house she kissed him tenderly and asked

“Are we ever going to do that again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes please” she said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (222) The Trip of a Lifetime

 

It all began for Samantha Hawkins on the dance floor in the Childean Memorial Hall at her sister Charlottes wedding reception, when Peter Hort tripped over his own two feet and fell into her arms, which instantly went round his neck like a sprung trap and then she kissed him wetly on the mouth, which he reciprocated.

From that moment on they were inseparable as they danced the night away and as the night went on her hands squeezed his buttocks and his discreetly moved to her breast and they kissed passionately.

The heavy petting that began on the dancefloor continued in his house with her legs wrapped around him while he watched as she bit her lip as climax carried her away and he watched Samantha’s whole body spasm, followed by the loving feeling of closeness as they lay in each other’s arms basking in passions afterglow.
Silently in smug satisfaction except for her contented sighs and before they drift off to sleep her tender lips kissed his chest.
A year later they were back at the
Childean Memorial Hall after their own marriage.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (375) Accidental Voyeur

 

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.

However, Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.

 

This Christmas tale is set at Corner House which aptly stood on the corner of Purplemere Road and West Gate Road in the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside.

There were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere road and Dulcets Lane, but Corner House was a large 8-bedroom Victorian monstrosity which had at one time been the home of the master brewer of the Mornington Brewery.

It was now the Corner Guest House run by affable landlady Kay Richardson and was where Peter Lees and Sue Alder happened to be staying, though not together as they were complete strangers.

The first time he saw her was at breakfast and he thought she was stunning, so much so that he started fantasying about her, so by the time he got up to his room he was seriously aroused and as his first appointment wasn’t until ten o’clock, he decided to take his cock to the bathroom and knock one out before work.

 

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at his huge cock, it wasn’t porn film huge but it was substantial, then he got into the shower and closed the door, and was just about to turn on the water when he heard the bathroom door open and close, and he heard feet pad on the floor while a shadow moved across the glass, so he quietly reopened the door enough so he could see out.

His first sight of the intruder was her reflection in the mirror as she stood by the toilet, and she was only wearing bra, pants, and tights, and he assumed she must have been taken short before she’d finished dressing.

He had to admit that even from behind she looked pretty special but then she turned around and his jaw dropped, it was the gorgeous girl he’d seen at breakfast.

In a perfect world he should have let her know she was not alone, but all the blood rushed headlong towards his cock when she proceeded to push her tights and knickers down to her knees.

“Thank you, God,” he said to himself as he stared transfixed at her neat brown bush before she sat down and pissed like a horse.

She closed her eyes and a contented smile spread across her face as she emptied her obviously quite voluminous bladder.

Had it been just any girl sitting half naked on the loo pissing like a fountain he would have got a lob on and he would have scanned and digested every second of it for the wank bank and recalled it at the appropriate time, but what he was looking at wasn’t just any girl, it was a stunner, a Ten, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, so just committing the horny image to the wank bank wasn’t enough for him, it had to be a live event, so before he knew it he was tugging furiously on his swollen cock as he watched the girl pissing, wiping and then standing.

He didn’t know it, but the girls name was Sue Alder, and to be honest he didn’t care.

She leant forward to grab the waist band of her pink knickers and her breasts hung heavily in the matching bra, before she pulled the pink scanties’ slowly and tantalisingly up her thighs to encase her deliciousness, then she repeated the operation with her tights and wriggled her cute little arse back into them, and he began to tug harder but inadvertently hit the glass with his knuckle.

“What was that?” she asked with alarm “Whose there?”

Then the shower door opened, and he was face to face with her and he let go of his cock

“Are you spying on me you pervert”

“Actually, I was here already” he pointed out, but she’d stopped listening

“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as she stared at his fully erect phallus.

Sue had flicked herself off on the bed before breakfast but didn’t have time to do herself justice, seeing his huge cock did nothing to alleviate her horniness.

Sue was by no means a virgin, but she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to compare it too, but it was certainly the largest cock she had ever seen, other than those in porn movies, but just looking at it was arousing her, so she reached forward and took hold of it, and after stroking its length she said

“That’s far too good to pass up”

Sue then stepped into the shower, turned her back on him and proceeded to push her tights and knickers down to her knees, before leaning against the tiles and offering her pussy to him.

“First things first” he said “take your bra off”

“You’re very fussy for a pervert” she replied

“If a jobs worth doing” he retorted

“Oh, a pervert with principles” Sue said scornfully

“Do you want it or not?”

“I really do” she replied wistfully, straightening up and unhooking her bra catch and discarding the pink lacy confection, before resuming her position with her palm pressed firmly on the tiles. 

 

He was positioned behind her with his hands on her hips, and when she glanced over her shoulder, she was biting her lip, and then his bell penetrated her tight hot pussy.

“Oh, fuck yes” she yelled and then he followed through, and she exclaimed

“Jeeezus”

Then with each subsequent penetration he extracted moan after delicious moan from her, as he repeatedly slid between her liquid lips, from his swollen tip to the throbbing root of his cock and greased his balls.

Moaning loudly all the way, her head rolled from side to side, and he reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts as he prepared to take her across the finish line.

They were both watching their performance in the mirror when he had taken control, her back was arched and her head thrashing back and forth, swishing her hair like a whirling dervish, as Sue got closer to her finale, she had completely lost control and then her final orgasmic scream arrived right on cue as with his final spearing thrust, he exploded inside her.

Peter stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, and he stroked her perfect smooth little buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory.

Then he slapped her buttock playfully and after he withdrew Sue sank to her knees on the shower floor.

“So, fucking nice” she said dreamily, and he kissed the top of her head

“You realise you and you’re big cock have made me miss my bus” she said as she tried to pull her knickers and tights back up

“Where too?”

“What?”

“Where were you taking the bus to?”

“Shallowfield” she replied “I’m starting a training course”

“That’s all right I’ll give you a lift” he said

“You already have big boy” she retorted still struggling with her tights “Can you help me; my legs are wobbly”

She’d braced herself in the corner, so he knelt in front of her and proceeded to pull her tights and knickers down to her ankles.

“No, no” she said “You’re supposed to pull them up”

“Lift your foot up, its shower time” he said

“We haven’t got time” she complained but complied anyway

“Now the other one” he instructed and again she complied

“We really don’t have time” she whined “I’ll be late, and I’ll get in trouble”

“Don’t worry” he said turning on the shower and pulling her under the spray

“You won’t be late, and you won’t get into trouble”

“You can’t know that for sure” she said

“I can because I’m one of the trainers” he said

“Oh, ok then” Sue said, and they kissed for the first time

 

When they were getting dry Sue asked

“So, as you’ll be staying here again tonight, does that mean that your impressive piece of meat is on the menu?”

“Oh yes and it’s an all you can eat buffet” he replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (374) Tipping the Driver

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

On Thursday morning Mike Oliver had his case packed for a business trip and at 9 o’clock his lift to the airport arrived, he picked up his bags and opened the door to find, not a taxi driver, but Sue Mazzone.

“Taxi for Oliver” she said

“What’s going on?” he asked “I was expecting a cab”

“You got lucky” she replied “you’ve got me instead”

“Ok then lead on” he said and closed the door behind him, and as she drove off the drive he said

“This is very kind, I owe you”

“Oh, I know” she replied, “The usual payment terms will be applied”

Five minutes later she pulled off the road and into a secluded layby.

“What are you doing?” he asked

“I need a little on account” she replied as she unzipped his fly

“We don’t have time for that” he said

“There’s always time for cock” she insisted and then he was in her mouth.

 

Five minutes after he pulled out of her juicy cunny the car pulled out of the layby and he smiled when he looked down at the growing patch of wet between her legs.

When they pulled up at the Airport drop off, he kissed her and said,

“Thanks for the lift and your delightful payment terms”

“I’ll pick you up on Sunday and you can fuck me again on the way home” she replied lustily

“Deal”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (373) Family Friendship

 

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lays the small market town of Childean, and on modern estate on the outskirts, in a nice modern house, in a quiet cul-de-sac is the home of the Grant family and over the August Bank Holiday old family friend

Kelly Bakewell was a guest.

Twenty-two-year-old Stuart Grant was the only one of the Grant’s children who still lived at home and on Sunday his parents were out all day, leaving him alone with Kelly.

As it was a sunny day and their garden was a suntrap, Kelly had decided to sunbathe and when he went downstairs, he saw Kelly standing on the patio wearing a two-piece swimsuit, not a bikini per se as the bottom half weren’t briefs, they were more like shorts, and Stuart knew very well why she was wearing them.

She wore shorts rather than Bikini briefs because the latter would not have contained her luscious hairy bush.

He knew that for a fact because his hand had often dallied amongst the most spectacular thatch he had ever seen, touched, or smelt.

He and Kelly had enjoyed a very special summer enjoying each other, but she had ended it because she was four years older than him.

But as he stared at her while she stood with her back to him on the patio, he knew he still loved her.

As he stepped up closer behind her he could see her shoulders were shaking, and that was because she was crying.

“What’s wrong Kelly?” he asked, and she turned towards him, and the floodgates opened.

It turned out that the tears were because she felt guilty, guilty for ending it with him, and hurting him so much, and it was true that he was devastated at the time.

“It’s not just guilt though” she admitted “I also realised when I saw you again that I never stopped loving you”

 

The tears fell unabated, so they sat on the lawn, on the towel she had prepared, and he consoled her while he waited for the tears to subside.

Then they lay on the towel and spooned, and she lay there silently in his arms, but grasped his hand in hers and put it to her lips and kissed it and then they drifted off to asleep in that blissful position.

 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke, he was surprised and delighted to find Kelly was playing with his cock with one hand while the other one was in her shorts fingering her pussy.

“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up under her Bikini top and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed, but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger, the areolas were incredibly sensitive, and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.

Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her belly to replace them with his own.

“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought her little fingers had not toiled in vain as by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.

Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him, so her animal moans filled the garden as he frigged her until she came, hard.

Her other hand, with fingers still moist from her frigging, reached between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly up the leg of her shorts and into her hot cunny.

Once he was well inside her she used one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted teeth, she went rigid and screamed.

“Mmmmm” Kelly murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.

Sunday, 15 May 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (372) Woodland Proposal

 

Chris Saunders and Claire Paddon had lived in Shallowfield all their lives and so they were no strangers to Teardrop Lake.

The Lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and was surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.

One hot summer Saturday they were walking along the Northern Perimeter road and were just approaching the 16th Century Stone bridge when Chris said he was starting to feel the heat so he suggested they leave the road in favour of the coolness of the woods in a dense area of ancient woodland, and followed the path that threaded its way through the woods, a well-trod path that meandered its way towards the waterfall and halfway along the path, they heard the sound of gurgling water.

The sound grew louder and louder with every yard they climbed until eventually they reached Shoe Buckle Falls.

It was so named, so legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by Parliamentarian troops but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls without leaving any other trace other than a shoe buckle that they found in the vicinity.

When they reached the falls, he said

“It’s a bit cooler up here”

“I’m not sure you lured me into the woods so I could cool down” She retorted “You’re more interested in getting me hot”

“Well, you’re partly right” he said and turned to face her

“Oh?” she said, “Which part?”

“I didn’t get you up here to cool down” he confessed

“So why are we here?” she asked suspiciously

“So, I can ask you to marry me?” he asked

“What?” she exclaimed

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you” she replied and kissed him

When she released him, he slipped the ring on her finger and Claire audibly gasped as she looked at the ring then at him then at the ring again.

“It’s a bit big so we’ll need to get it resized” he said

“You can’t have it back” she said adamantly, and it slipped off her finger and bounced off the log she was standing beside and landed by his feet, but Claire didn’t notice where it dropped. 

“It must have bounced over here” she said as she stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the undergrowth, the result of which for Chris was a perfect view of her white pants.

She was poking about at the undergrowth the other side of the tree with her hand trying to feel for the ring, and as she reached further and further, she caused a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

Chris picked up the ring and enjoyed the magnificent view of her cute buttocks jiggling in front of him.

“It must be in here” she said
“Can you see anything from where you are?
“No I can’t see it yet” he replied then she wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and exposed more of her lovely arse.

Then in an effort to prevent her overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled into her bum crack.

He could hear Claire muttering as she wriggled again on the log and wispy strands of curly hair appeared visible against her white panties.

“Can you see it yet?”

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch as she wriggled again, and he was staring libidinously at her glistening Minge

 “I can see it now” he said,
“Really? do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Claire, no problem I’ll have my hand on it any second”
Then he slipped two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“There I’ve got it” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh Chris, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash, but she lathered up very quickly and was soon very creamy.

As he continued to frig her, she was moaning rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax, and it was time to fuck her.

As he continued to stroke her quim, he dropped his shorts and took out his cock, pulling on it to expose his purple helmet. 

Chris pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, Claire moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened on his bell end in the dappled sunlight and he repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder, then she could wait no longer and wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure, as she gripped on to the tree and he pounded her pussy from behind.

He reached up and yanked her shirt from her waistband and groped her little tits.

Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals, growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased, until she screamed, and her body shuddered and then he shot into her, his cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck and withdrew his cock from her fanny and she sighed again.

As Chris redressed himself Claire was still clinging onto the tree

periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as she was when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.

After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs she slid herself off the tree trunk and her legs almost gave way, and she giggled.

“That was really lovely” she said and kissed him.

“Oh shit” she exclaimed

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“My ring, I have to find my ring” Claire said in a panic

“It’s in my pocket” he said

“What? Did you have it all the time” she asked, and he nodded

“I hate you” she said but undermined her statement by kissing him very passionately.