Choice Tales from the Vale – (226) The Great Bear and the Kitchen Maid

 

Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.

But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee

They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.

They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.

Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.

They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.

Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.

 

Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.

Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.

But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.

 

However every thing came good in the end when they were on their fifth chalet and all was not going well for Nikki as she was hoping he might have made a move on her, afterall they were alone and had been in very close proximity on many occasions.

But nothing happened so she decided to make him get physical.

Nikki started by undoing the braces on his overall as he picked things up and when he reatached that one she undid the other and so on and so fourth until he took action.

However she didn’t know when she started messing around quite how physical he would get.

But she wasn’t complaining when the gentle giant had her draped over his shoulder and he was fingering her wet pussy while he watched the reflexion of his handywork in the mirror.

 

His forefinger penetrated her hole repeatedly and he was just about to add a companion digit when Nikki called a halt to proceedings.

“Put me down” she screamed “Put me down now”

“What’s wrong baby girl?” he said “Have you had enough?”

“Just put me down” she insisted, and as he lowered her to the floor he cursed under his breath for going too far but he couldn’t help it he was really enjoying playing with her pussy.   

“I’m sorry” he said when she was stood facing him “I went too far didn’t I?” 

“Don’t be sorry” she snapped and pushed him back against the wall “You haven’t gone far enough yet”

“Oh?” he responded as she undid his braces.

And even before his overalls reached the floor her little hands were releasing his cock from his boxers  

“God is there anything about you that isn’t giant?” she asked and

 

After that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and spent all winter making love in whichever empty chalet they wanted.

They didn’t have many opportunities for work time naughtiness as they didn’t often work together but they didn’t go without.

But after a really long winter they got to work together again when they had to reopen all the chalets they had mothballed the previous year.

 

As they unlocked the first chalet Nikki was wearing the usual Maxlin’s uniform, a blue denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan while Markus had on his familiar Blue bib and brace overalls over a pale blue T-shirt.

“You realise that this is the chalet that you seduced me in” she said

“How could I forget” he replied and leant down and squeezed her bum

“We don’t have time for that today” she insisted “We have a lot to do”

“That’s a shame” he said

“I know but it’s a fact”

The pair of them were making very good time and ploughed through the workload very well mainly because they were both trying not to think about shagging, which of course was all they could think of after Nikki’s remark about seduction.

 

They decided to do one more chalet before lunch and were about half way through when Nikki cursed

“Oh bugger”

“What’s up babe?” Markus asked

“I’ve left my duster on the kitchen counter” she replied

“I’ll get it” he offered

“No it’s alright honey I can reach it through the hatch” she responded and opened the serving hatch.

She was on tiptoe reaching for the duster which was obviously just out of reach, so she boosted herself up so her belly was resting on the bottom of the hatch and her feet were off the ground.

Which was the moment all the lustful thoughts returned to Markus‘s head and the blood to rushed to his cock.

 

Where Nikki’s tiny body was draped over the hatch opening her pale blue knickers were on full display and he remembered the first time he’d seen her cute little fleshy cheeks visible below the hem of her denim skirt in those blue knickers and he couldn’t resist getting them wet.

He hooked a huge thumb below her denim skirt and pulled it up revealing all of her pale blue clad arse and held the skirt clear and held her in situ.

“What are you doing?” he heard her ask “We don’t have time for any funny business”  

Her knickers were stretched tight so he could clearly see the outline of her lips through the fabric which caused him to make a tent in his overalls.

“There has to be time for this” he said and began with a single digit to gently trace the outline of her lips and Nikki’s response was instant and acquiescent as his finger tip touched her sensual lips and she let out a long loud breathy sigh.

Almost instantly it appeared to him, a dark circle, about the size of an old penny coin, clearly visible on her panties.

He continued lightly tracing his fingertip along both sides of her lips until she moaned loudly the other side of the hatch.

Then as his digit probed her pussy through the wet cotton the dark penny sized patch on her panties no longer remained the size or shape of a penny, it grew irregular in shape and occupied the width of her gusset.

It was time to employ his shovel like hand to pull her slightly soiled pale blue knickers off her arse and down her thighs.

With her knickers disposed of he returned his attention to her pussy which was now on full display before him.

He had and uninterrupted view of her white buttocks, her red whiskers and her moist lips.

His large digit once again traced along her labia and when he reached her pubic bone he started on the return journey but this time he opened her up and his finger was awash in her hot juice and she moaned whorishly into the empty kitchen a sound repeated several times before his forefinger penetrated her hole repeatedly and then he added a companion digit and soon after Nikki came.

So with two finger inside her he undid his overalls and they fell to the floor.

And when he removed his greasy fingers he replaced them with his cock.

 

He had both of his hands on her perfect white buttocks as he delivered the coup de grâce and he came in the dining area and she screamed in the kitchen and her leg jerked and her shoe fell off.

Mindful of the fact time was of the essence he was about to withdraw from her cunny when she begged

“No don’t take it out yet, just leave it twitching inside me”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (225) The Desireable Miss Kirby

 

Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.

Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.

Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.

She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.

She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.

That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.

Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.

But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.

The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.

Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.

Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.

So for years she played the part of the Good Samaritan with her particular brand of hands on help, all under the noses of the church and her neighbour’s.   

 

She always accepted that the sweet moments of passion she shared with her house guests and those in need within the parish were just a taste of what other people could have but not her. 

 

Mark Ridpath was an oncology Doctor from the Churchill who, along with his wife, had been Virginia’s friend for many years and she had been his greatest support over the two years since he was widowed.

But not in her customary manner, not that she didn’t want to.

 

Since Mark Ridpath was widowed he threw himself into his work and his patients and every time he lost another one he had to grieve all over again.

It all came to a head when 11 year old Steve Wiltshire succumbed to leukemia and he broke down.

Luckily Virginia was on hand and made sure no one else witnessed his distress.

At the end of her shift she managed to sneak Mark down in the goods lift and drove him to her home in Dulcet St Mary, and on the journey home she offered to put him up and unlike previous recipients of her kindness she didn’t intend to put him up her.

Virginia put Mark up in the spare room and settled him into bed and he stayed there for three days and only on the fourth day he did leave the room.

 

Mark lay in his bed, as he had since he arrived in Dulcet St Mary, wishing he was in hers.

He did nothing about it however, as much as he wanted her, in case it ruined their friendship, which he valued greatly.

Also he didn’t want her to think less of him, he was not aware of her propensity towards sex, although in his case she had held back because he was more than just another man to shag.   

He waited until he heard the Curate leaving for the church and got out of bed, then he quietly crossed the landing.

He opened her bedroom door and could see Virginia lying on her side with her back to him.

He quietly closed the door behind him and approached the bed, he could tell from her breathing that she was asleep so he slipped under the covers and cuddled up and spooned her.

“Mmmm” she murmured in her sleep as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand on to caress her small breast and the want he had felt from across the landing intensified.

As Mark toyed and teased her teat he kissed her skin and breathed in the familiar fragrance of her perfume.

Virginia was still in that dreamy hinterland between wakefulness and sleep as he pushed his free hand between her neck and the pillow which quickly replaced the hand already fondling her breast.

Mark’s free hand then moved swiftly down her belly to seek out her hairy prize.

Virginia awoke as his fingers combed their way through her pubes and she instantly parted her thighs in anticipation of his arriving digits.

“Oh Mark” she murmured as his fingers crept ever closer and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips.

She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her animal responses to his touch as Mark frigged her until she came.

Virginias reached between her legs and grabbed his cock and guided it roughly into her and Mark did the rest until she went rigid and screamed into the pillow.

Virginia relaxed as he withdrew and they lay still for a moment and he kissed her shoulder and confessed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long”

“Me too” she murmured

As they lay there cuddling in the afterglow Virginia was feeling very pleased with herself for a job well done, firstly because she had just had a very decent seeing to by a man she had been in love with for years, secondly because she had not had to take the initiative, he had very definitely wanted her, and finally because she could feel his cock stirring back to life so they would soon be going again.

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”