Choice Tales from the Vale – (274) Saturday Night and Sunday Morning

 

On Saturday night, or more precisely Sunday Morning after they had been to the Dinner Dance at the Forest Ridge Golf Club and Paula Bonham and Gary Parkinson they had to deliver their friends Evelyn and Bella to their homes on a golf buggy and the reason for that unorthodox taxi service was that they were both totally pissed. 

Once they had deposited the two lushes with their loved ones the good Samaritans drove back across the golf course on route back to the dance but stopped half way in order that Paula spend a penny.

But she emerged semi clothed from the bushes so Gary fucked her on the front seat of the buggy. 

After a brief respite they continued their journey but stopped again before reaching their destination and he fucked her again before he finally delivered her home.

 

On Sunday afternoon Paula called around to Gary’s cottage to collect her underwear from the night before, and although she said  

“I will collect them from you tomorrow, no peeking”

He did peek at the items in Paula’s bag, one was a body shaper and the others were sticky breast lifts.

And although they were mundane items, the circumstances the led up to them coming into his temporary possession gave him an erection.

So when Paula knocked on the door to his cottage he was in the mood to explore the nature of her Sunday best underwear.

Although Paula was reluctant to let him, however that resistance didn’t last long and after he discovered she was wearing pink satin knickers under her Sunday best and she accommodated him on the dining room table where she received his Sunday best.

 

Late on Sunday afternoon Paula was just leaving through the front door of Gary’s cottage, carrying the carrier bag of unmentionables which now included a pair of soiled pink satin panties, as Gary’s girlfriend Gail was coming up the path.

A couple of minutes earlier and she’d have caught him cock deep in Paula’s juicy fanny.

“Hello Gail” she said hoarsely as a dribble of Gary’s cum escaped from her minge

“Oh dear Paula, your voice sounds awful” Gail said

“I know it must have been the night air,” she said

“Screaming orgasms in the night air more like” Gary thought.

“Bye you two,” she hoarsely called trotting down the path “and thanks for last night Gary”

“What was that all about?” Gail said

“Oh helping her to get Evelyn and Bella home last night after the dinner dance,” he said smiling.

“Come on in and I’ll tell you all about it”

“And later you can have some of what Paula’s been getting” he thought.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (273) Not Keeping it Dry

 

Frank Edwards lived in the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

He had a flat in Jubilee Court which was perfectly situated and gave him a view of Jubilee Park as well as a sea view and was close to the seafront, so he was well situated and furthermore he was in love, and he was in love with his childhood sweetheart Linda.

They had been a couple from year 8 right up the end of year 13 when he announced that he was joining the army.

There had been no consultation he just announced he was doing it and she was heartbroken.

She then announced that if he left then they were over so he said ok and she didn’t see him for 9 years.

But when they saw each other again when he left the service it was apparent that their feeling for each other hadn’t changed.

They went out together for two years and Frank loved her very much, but there was a fly in the ointment, namely his habit of thinking with his dick, and he just couldn’t get enough pussy.

 

But despite his predilection for pussy he still loved Linda and he knew she loved him so Frank proposed.

However when Frank popped the question in his flat one evening, instead of the love of his life being elated by the event and throwing her arms around him in gratitude, Linda read him the riot act.

“Do you remember when we got back together two years ago when I said I didn’t mind you shagging other women?”

“Yes” he said cautiously “but…”

“And I know you still are so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly and Frank went to speak but she stopped him

“I don’t know who, though I have my suspicions”, she said flatly

“And I don’t think I want to know but I know you’re sleeping with other women” she paused

“And as I said last time I don’t mind”

She paused again

“For now, but there will come a time in the not too distant future when I will” she explained

“I love you and I’m certain sure of that, and I know that you say you love me but I’m not so sure of that”

“But I do love you” he said taking her hand

“But you don’t love me as completely as I love you” taking her hand away “you are enough for me, but clearly I’m not enough for you”

Frank tried to speak again but again she stopped him so he got up and paced the room

“So you have until February to sow your wild oats or to curb your appetites or whatever it is you do” she said

“But by my 30th birthday I need to feel your complete commitment“

Frank went to speak

“And no that’s not a euphemism” she said without humour “you need to want me, and me alone and then, and only then, will I marry you, and that’s all I have to say” she said,

Frank was cleared to speak then but he didn’t know what to say, he wanted to say don’t be silly you’re the only one for me but he knew he was a dog.

Frank knew that he was getting plenty, and he was liking that, but if he wanted to keep the girl he loved it was obvious he would have to change.

 

After Linda delivered her ultimatum Frank was cleared to speak but he didn’t know what to say, he wanted to say don’t be silly you’re the only one for me but he knew he was a dog.

Frank knew that he was getting plenty, and he was liking that, but if he wanted to keep the girl he loved it was obvious he would have to change.

“Is that why you don’t use the door key?” he asked

Linda was on her knees putting a disk in the DVD and he perched on the arm of the sofa just watching her almost in a daze.

“Yes” she replied without turning round

“Because…” she began but couldn’t finish

“You don’t want to catch me with another woman” he said to finished her sentence

“Yes” She replied and carried on what she was doing slowly and deliberately.

 

Frank was a little shocked at Linda’s speech, firstly because, and he knew it would sound silly, but it never occurred to him for a moment that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it, and secondly although he knew he loved Linda more than he had ever loved anyone he didn’t realise quite how much that was until that moment when he realised he could lose her.

The prospect of losing her stunned him and he knew he had to make changes in his life.

 

It occurred to him then that a girl’s drunken invitation at a party or in the pub were tests that he had to pass with flying colours and that, he thought, was how he must approach each temptation, a test which must be passed.

So he made a pledge to Linda and to himself that he would indeed give up other women, but not by February, no he would do it from that moment on.

However two days later he was under the pier up against the sea wall, ball deep into her best friend Mandy’s juicy pussy.

 

He had mixed emotions after his epic fail with Amanda, on the one hand he was elated after an astonishing carnal interlude with the adorable Mandy in an al fresco shag, while on the other, being heartily depressed about only managing to keep his wick dry for two days.

After some deliberation in the days following his fall from grace he came to the conclusion that going cold turkey was probably not the most sensible course of action and he was probably more likely to succeed if he just cut down a bit.

He was still resolved to his long-term goal of monogamy with Linda but there was a long road to travel and the occasional diversion up a cul-de-sac was inevitable.

In between his deliberations regarding his suitability as a life partner for Linda; he kept himself out of trouble by staying at home and catching up on some box sets.

But his mind kept wandering to the night under the Pier with Mandy which was so incredibly sensuous, and his memories so vivid and so arousing that he wanted to do it again, right away, but that wasn’t likely to happen so he was preparing to take himself off to the shower to employ a spot self-abuse when the doorbell rang and when he opened the door he found Mandy on the other side of it.

“Hello” he said I was just thinking of you

“So I can see” she said looking at the bulge in his jeans

“You’d better come in then and make me more comfortable” he said and thought “God I’m really shit at being faithful”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (272) Sweet Young Things – Katie’s Tale

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.

 

Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.

He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years

It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.

He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.

The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.

But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.

Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.

They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.

They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.

“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said

“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”

“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in

 “Can we?” Sharon said again

“Please Ian?” Riette added

“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”

“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon

“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled

“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said

Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.

Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.

Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.

 

When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.

Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.

In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.

Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.

He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.

Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.

Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.

After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.

“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said

“But we’re having fun” Riette protested

“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled

“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.

Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.

 “Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said

“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said

“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly

He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.

But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch. 

“Do you want a drink?” he asked

“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly

“Me too” giggled Riette

“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”

“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied

“As I said before you’re one of them” he said

“I’m not pretty,” she snorted

“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.

“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.

“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.

Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.

“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.

“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said

“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”

And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.

The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon

 

After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.

He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.

Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.

By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.

 

After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.

 

It was on the following afternoon a few minutes after Uncle Silas had left the Vicarage to go over to the Church for the evening service.

And Ian was just contemplating where he should go to find a recipient for the nagging semi he had been nursing all day, when the doorbell rang.

 

When he opened the door he saw Katie Thomas standing on the step wearing a summer dress, not the same dress as the day before, but she was braless beneath it again and the nagging semi in his pants firmed up and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch. 

She was five foot five, with red hair, a pale complexion and a lovely face which was cutely freckled.

“I’ve come for that drink” she said and smiled

“I was hoping you would” he said and stepped aside to let her enter the hall.

“Do you have any pretty girls hidden away” She asked and looked around

“No I’m all alone there were no pretty girls here until you arrived”

He said

“I’m not pretty,” she snorted

The first time she said it, the day before, he thought her coy denial about being pretty was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments but now she had said it again he was convinced that she actually believed that.

“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her

She turned her head away coyly and he put his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him.

“You’re beautiful Katie”

He was so close to her that her intoxicating perfume enveloped him as he moved his hand from her chin and caressed her cheek, while he stared into her beautifully hypnotic green eyes, and then he leant in and kissed her.

She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth and her arms immediately wrapped around him holding him so tightly.

Ian’s left hand was on her hip pulling her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock while his right had let her cheek and was now on her neck moving quickly to her shoulder, while the passionate kiss continued.

From her hip, his left hand moved up her back and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, and the hand on her shoulder pushed the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow, at which point Katie obliged by slipping her arm out, and as the fabric fell away, his eager hand was able to cup her exposed breast, which was firm and substantial, and she sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Ian then disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach herself, but he broke away again as he had another location in mind for the fun to continue in and while she held the front of her dress up to cover her breasts he walked her into the dining room.

He steered her into the room until she was standing with her back to the mahogany table and then he kissed her again.

The moment their lips met his hand sought out her breast again and the kiss lasted another five minutes before he broke away again because he had other plans for his mouth.

Still fondling her breast he started to kiss and nibble down her neck while his other hand slipped her remaining shoulder strap off her shoulder to expose her other firm globe and once it was exposed he quickly took hold of with his spare hand.

Ian briefly returned his mouth to hers as he fondled both titties and played with her swollen peaks with his thumbs before his mouth went on a journey down her neck, shoulders and chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful firm round tits which he took turns on, kissing, licking and sucking.

Katie was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teats.

His hands, which were now on her knees, began to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward, as if to distract her from his intension, he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince.

Katie withdrew her teat and Ian thought he had hurt her too much, but instead of calling a halt she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment so he duly obliged.

His hands meanwhile were nearing their objective and he felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips and he thought to himself “She is wearing knickers then”

His hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her pants and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs, releasing them at her knees where gravity took over, and his hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.

Simultaneously he started edging her backward against the table.

In response Katie adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing one foot from her pants.

He was now pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs and he glanced down briefly to see her knickers loosely hanging around her ankle, which he found for some reason extremely erotic.

As he kissed up the length of her thigh he could smell her pungent odour, which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample red public curls.

Ian manoeuvred her back further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her he looked up and saw Katie was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her heady mix of perfume and sweat mingled with her juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more.

He got to his feet and kissed her and her pungent fragrance was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips and he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while he released his engorged cock from its confines with the other and then he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break so he paused

“Well that’s a surprise” he said, still inside her “I didn’t know you were a virgin”
He’d always assumed she was sexually active, she was after all a very attractive confident young woman with no shortage of admirers as far as he was aware and she’d been at college for two years and was off to University that September.
“I’m sorry” was her reply
“What for?” he said, his throbbing cock eager to continue its mission.

“For being a disappointment” she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits
“For not being experienced, for not being any good”

“I didn’t say I was disappointed, or that I thought you weren’t any good” he replied “and I’m glad I’m the first, And I want to be your second and your third”
Then he pulled her dress back down again exposing her gorgeous tits and kissed her

“We will have to discuss your serious self-esteem issues in the afterglow” he said as he gave her a full length, then another then another.

When Katie came the first time he thought the table was going to collapse as it scraped on the floor, so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his knob onto the laminate flooring.

“Please, don’t stop” she entreated

“Don’t worry Katie we’ll finish this upstairs on firmer ground, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”

Ian then discarded his shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum and then she stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.

“Let it go” he said “You’re beautiful remember”

She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor and when she stepped out of it she still had her knickers wrapped round her ankle and she made a gesture with her foot as if to shake it free but Ian said

“No leave them, it’s really sexy”

He held out his hand and she took it in hers and he led her upstairs to his bedroom and finished the job and when he finally lost his load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from his pulsating twitching member.

 

After the main event they dozed off and after a prolonged nap he awoke to find Katie playing with his shaft and kissing and nibbling his ear so he fucked her tight little cunt again before he let her out the front door and she walked home, not for the last time that summer as he visited her dirty delights on a regular basis until September.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (271) In Flagrante Al Fresco Reprised

 

It was Saturday night, or more precisely Sunday Morning and there was a Dinner Dance on at the Forest Ridge Golf Club and Paula Bonham and Gary Parkinson had just delivered their friends Evelyn and Bella to their homes on a golf buggy and the reason for that unorthodox taxi was that they were both totally pissed. 

Once they had deposited the two lushes with their loved ones they drove back across the golf course on route back to the dance and had stopped in order that Paula spend a penny.

And after she emerged semi clothed from the bushes Gary fucked her on the front seat of the buggy.  

 

“Turn your back,” she said

“Why?” he asked

“So I can get dressed”

“But I’ve already seen everything”

“That was when we were making love” she corrected me

“This is different”

“Ok” he said and turned his back to her

“And no peeking” she said

“Ok”

Gary thought it was rather cute that even after what they had just done in the moonlight she was still acting shy.

“That’s a point scorer” he thought.

“Now you can look,” she said

When he turned around she was wearing the powder blue dress and judging by what I could hear as she was dressing her silk knickers as well.

 

They got back on the buggy, with Paula in the driving seat again. Before we set off she turned to him smiled and kissed him and he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips Paula warmed to this and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.

“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply

“But you were enjoying it too” he pointed out

“That’s not the point it’s too late”

“It’s never too late” he said nibbling her ear and sliding his right hand along her stockinged thigh seeking out the flesh above.

She clamped her thighs together and pushed down on the accelerator.

But this was not easily done and she was finding it difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well as keeping her thighs tight closed.

She released her grip on his hand for a split second and the buggy inched forward and his hand passed her stocking top, she clamped again.   

She released her grip again, briefly, the buggy inched forward again and his hand was inside her silk panties.

She opened her thighs and depressed the accelerator and they trundled forward as his finger parted her lips.

The buggy was making some progress and Paula was biting her lip though not in concentration he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers.

She carried on driving and biting her lip and he carried on stroking and creaming her lips and then all of a sudden she stopped the buggy.

“You bastard” she said and kissed him while she unzipped his fly.

Gary was still stroking her creamy pussy as she pulled his cock out and her busy little fingers roughly tugged on his shaft

After a minute of two of this frenetic fondling Paula slid over to his side of the buggy with her back to him, which left him to conclude that Paula wanted rear entry.

So ever ready to oblige he got out of the buggy and dropped his trousers.

Paula then slid right across the seat and he pulled up the back of her dress and exposed a round silk clad arse.

He got his fingers under the waistband and prepared to pull them off her buttocks.

“No leave my knickers on darling” she pleaded “go up my leg again, like our first time, I really loved that”

So he hooked his thumb inside the leg of her knickers and pulled the silk panties to one side to expose her moist creamy cunny.

Gary slid his stiff shaft between her eager lips and as he went in up to his balls, breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath.

Only one thing was missing for him so he unzipped the back of her dress.

Paula turned her head and gave him a smile and rose up onto her elbows so he could cup her globes as he was in and out of her.

Paula was almost spent and all she could do was emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations but he drove on and on and as she went rigid beneath his loins she rallied all her remaining strength she screamed into the night.

“OORRRRR” and then a second later as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her welcoming minge.

“OHHHHH” and then she collapsed forward, totally and literally shagged.

With his hands on her hips he stayed in her a moment longer while he admired the spent sensual being impaled on his cock.

He didn’t know what it was but he thought there was something very powerful about being inside a woman from behind.

 

After she had redressed herself, i.e. rearranged her silk drawers and hidden away her magnificent tits he said

“Well good night then”

“What?” she said with panic in her voice

“Don’t leave me” she begged and Gary smiled at her

“You bastard” she said and slapped him

“Do you really think I would just leave you here?”

“No” she said hugging him “But you’re still a bastard”

Paula lived at the other end of the village, her rather grand house backed onto the 3rd green of the Golf Course.

So they trundled across the course in the buggy, him driving this time with Paula next to him with her arm through his, wearing his jacket again.

He stopped right in the trees by the third green and he walked her through the woods to her back gate where they paused in the darkness and kissed a long sensual kiss and then suddenly she panicked

“I can’t go home carrying my under things” she said

 So she stuffed them in his dinner jacket pocket

“I will collect them from you tomorrow, no peeking”

He then just stood looking at her and was smiling

“What’s the matter?” she asked

“My jacket?” he said

“Oh yes, silly me”

She took off the jacket and gave him one final kiss and then she was gone and he watched her safely to her back door and then got back on the buggy.

“Well” he thought to himself “that’s the best time he’d ever spent on a golf course”

And Paula was a truly great partner, he looked forward to playing around with her again,

Choice Tales from the Vale – (270) More Brotherly Lust

 

It was 1.00pm by the time Dave Collingridge got to his Brother Mick’s house.

They both lived in Middle Gracewood, a stone’s throw from Finchbottom.

Mick was almost 40 and was a successful Architect while Fireman Dave was 5 years younger, the same age as Micks wife Diane.

There were two problems with the Collingridge family dynamic, firstly Mick was always away from home and the second was that Dave fancied the pants off his brother’s neglected wife.  

And it was a week after he had seduced his brother’s wife Diane on the patio in their garden while Mick was in Portsmouth.

And ever since that day Diane had avoided him, blanked him in the street and made excuses to break longstanding arrangements, ignored his calls and texts so when he spotted her pushing Callum in the buggy into the park, he followed her, and when she came to a halt by the duck pond he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off and when he was a few feet away he said

“I think you’ve been avoiding me”

Diane jumped and immediately became flustered

“No, no not at all” she corrected him

“I think you have,” he repeated “why?”

She didn’t say anything for about a minute

“Please tell me” he entreated

“Because I feel guilty” She snapped

“But you don’t need to feel guilty love, I seduced you remember” he said

“I don’t feel guilty because it happened” She said “I wanted you, I dreamed of that moment”

“Then why?” he asked

“Because I liked it” she shouted

“Because it was dirty, because it was exciting”

She paused briefly and then continued

“And because you made me cum like I never came before”

And with that she hurried away pushing the buggy, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said

“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”

And then she was on the move again, he stood and thought for a moment before he hurried after her

“Diane?” he called but she kept going so he pressed on after her instead and she was stood by Skate Park when he caught up with her

“Do you mean it”?

Silence

“Diane?”

“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”

“Why?” he asked “Why not?”

“Because I’m a wife and a mother”

Then she added almost as an after thought

“And I love my husband”

She may have once but not so much now he thought.

Mick was often away on business and when he wasn’t he was in the pub.

Dave thought she was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be.

She tried to move away again but he put his hand on the handle of the buggy, preventing her. 

“Do you think about that day?” he asked

“Yes” she gasped

“Often?”

“Yes”

“And when you’re alone in your bed” he asked

She reddened then nodded

“Do you touch yourself as you remember it?” he asked her

“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the garden, what I did to you in the garden?”

“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” she said and she started to cry

“I’m not making fun of you,” he said taking hold of her hand

“I think of it all the time” he said “It excites me too”

“I think of you, in that yellow dress” he said and she squeezed his hand

“In your garden, me inside you”

“So do I,” she gasped

She squeezed his hand again and then lent forward pinning his hand between the buggy and her pubis.

They didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as he rubbed his thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and he watched her, her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her tongue slightly moistening them as she breathed.

Just then some boys on skate boards raced noisily by and the spell was broken and she pushed the buggy away.

“Please don’t avoid me honey”

“I won’t” she said, “I promise, but I meant what I said”

“That just makes me want you even more” he retorted

 

He had a distinct semi in his pants as he watched her walk away and as he walked home he was confident he would pleasure her again and soon but even he didn’t realise quite how soon.

He had only been in the house for ten minutes when she knocked on his door.

“Hey” he said

“Hey” Diane responded

“Where’s Callum?” he asked

“He’s at my mums, and she’s picking the other two up from school”

He just stood looking at her and smiling

“What’s the matter?” she asked

“You’re wearing the yellow dress” he said

“I know” she remarked and slipped off the dress and let it fall to the floor.

He instantly appraised her standing before him naked

“Wow” he said and she suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze and threw herself into him, her mouth sought out his and found it, her tongue darting and probing.

“Make love to me like before,” she implored him “make every fibre of my body tingle, and make me cum again and again”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (269) The Lady in Tears

 

It was at the Lord Lieutenants Summer Ball when Luke Martin found Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders on the moonlit terrace and his first thought was that he might give her a Summer Balling but as the stirring began in his trousers he noticed she was crying.

Luke had been on the prowl for a suitable subject for his lust all evening as his wife had cried off due to one of her bad heads, but he didn’t think he would get a run at Lady Samantha.

Although they did have history in the lust department all though since her engagement her high class pussy had been off the menu and when he saw she was crying he didn’t see that changing.

So instead of her wetting his balls she ended up wetting the shoulder of his dinner jacket.

When she had calmed down and her sobs began to recede she tried to tell him what was wrong but the tears started to well up in her eyes again and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed her heart out and she sat down on the wall.

So Mr. Chivalry again stepped into action and he knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide “I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck.

Luke made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise.

They held that position for some time until Samantha’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated.

But still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which is when the beast, which had been content to rest easy in his pants for the duration of the comforting, stirred and opened his eye.

 

He comforted her for about an hour in all and when all the tears were gone she told him what was wrong, her fiancé had chosen the night of the Summer Ball to break off their engagement.

He was the love of her life and to say she was heartbroken would have been an understatement and asked him to drive her home. 

 

When they got to Lady Samantha’s, he drove the car onto her drive.

“Put it in the garage” she said “the remote is in the door pocket”

Luke opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.

They got out of the Range Rover and after retrieving her shrug from the back of the car they went into the house safe from prying eyes.

They emerged in the kitchen where Samantha took the shrug from him.

“Make a hot drink darling” she said “while I get changed”

So Luke boiled the kettle and made them coffee.

He was sat on a stool drinking his when Sam rejoined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.

She had indeed changed, she had changed out of the expensive designer ball gown she arrived in; she was now standing in the doorway wearing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.

“I thought this would be a bit more comfortable” she said coyly

It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his cock.

“I’m very partial to a comfortable woman” he said as he looked her up and down.

Lady Samantha was such a classy woman even when she was playing the tart, a classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her cami-knickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her black stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.

His hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package in black.  

“Especially a posh one”

“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels, which probable cost more than his last car payment. “Because I’m posh”

“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but I want you now because you’re really hot”

“Good answer” Samantha said as she stood in front of him.

“You can have the prize now”

And she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and Luke’s cock almost burst out of his trousers.

“Can I unwrap it now?” he asked her between kisses

“You don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile.

He knew precisely what she meant by that, on several of their previous sexual encounters he had fucked her up the leg of her expensive silk knickers, so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, and they caressed gently around her breast and brushed her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently.

His hand then made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat. 

Lady S pressed up against him so close a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them.

His hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her pert silk clad buttocks.

She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.

This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took full advantage of.  

Beginning at her knee he stroked up her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath his palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky as the black knickers at the top of her thigh.

They stopped kissing and Samantha rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his eager fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.

Luke could feel Samantha’s breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud

“Woarrr”

As he marveled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting.

These erotic emanations soon turned to whorish moans as he rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear in response to his tender touch.

Her arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear. 

He grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Samantha wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, and made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free of his pants.

However he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three paces, there he deposited Samantha’s cute arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

As her pliant cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, and she looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.

Lady Samantha remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his clothing.

When she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her small hand.

He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted so he put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.

With the merest of pressure Luke pulled her legs open and with her thighs open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk knickers and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh.

So when he inched forward her hand guided his cock into her.   

“Woarrr” she roared in his mouth as he penetrated her.

She gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.

Samantha released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.

He was in no hurry to finish her as he wanted to savour every moment of it, after all it had been a while since he had been inside her and if she reconciled with her fiancé he couldn’t be sure if this was going to be the last time he got enjoy her.
But all things must come to an end and Lady Samantha was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and he followed her with a grunt and Samantha squirmed and sighed smugly.

“Was that what her Ladyship had in mind?” he asked with his cock still twitching inside her

“Oh yes that was fab” she said and he thought to himself that if it was to be their swan song it wasn’t at all bad.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (268) Sibling Envy

 

The affair between Frank Gold and his sister in law Sarah Weitz began after a party at the Kettlewell Village Hall and when she got her sister Miriam blind drunk on gin by ten o’clock.

She then offered to her Frank walk the casualty home where she then seduced him after parading herself in her black underwear.

That was the first of several times that they over a two week period and then Sarah was racked with guilt and the passion appeared to cool for her.

But she and her sister remained close and as they always had the Gold’s and the Weisz’s spent a lot of their leisure time together.

Frank played golf every week with Sarah’s husband David and the sisters did a lot together, shopping, book club, and spa dates to name but a few.

So the two couple’s spent two weeks every July in the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park close to Sharpington.    

Sarah wasn’t at all sure it was a good idea but she knew that it was impossible to change their plans without it causing suspicions.

Frank was of a different opinion, he wanted to make love to her again and by the time they set off to Sharpington 3 months had elapsed since they had shared a bed. 

 

The weather was glorious that summer and every time he looked at Sarah, in shorts or a swimsuit or a summer dress he just got hornier and hornier.

David seemed immune to his wife’s beauty and divided all of his time between golf and sailing and the only sex she was getting was provided by her own finger which during the first week of the holiday she was employing at least twice a day. 

 

Miriam on the other hand was getting skewered twice a day by her horny husband thanks to her scantily clad younger sister.

It could happen anytime of the day or night and didn’t take too much provocation but on one particular morning it happened as a result of something he overheard as he was returning from the shower block.

The two couples had identical caravans in the same row but not adjacent and Sarah’s was nearest to the showers and as he passed it he heard a familiar sound, Sarah was coming.

It was a sound he had become very familiar with and he knew it wasn’t her husband taking her to climax as he’d seen David leave for the marina an hour earlier.

His wife’s horny sister was fingering herself an act that instantly aroused him so when he returned to his van and found Miriam clearing away the breakfast things he jumped her.

 

He had Miriam bent over the breakfast bar grasping her firmly by the hips and banging into her pussy.

She moaned loudly as he speared her and as stroke followed stroke her moans grew louder until the moment they both came.

He withdrew his circumcised cock from her quim and left her draped over the table panting.

“God that was nice” she panted

“I don’t know what gotten into you this holiday”

“Not getting into your sister” he thought

“Not that I’m complaining” she purred

“Well enjoy it while it lasts” he said to himself “because as soon as Sarah gets bored of her finger she’ll be getting all the cock”

 

Two days after Frank overheard Sarah fingering herself to orgasm in her caravan Miriam and David left early to go on a diving trip to the Pepperstock Pits Frank wasn’t going as he was claustrophobic and nor was Sarah as she couldn’t swim.

But she was still giving him the cold shoulder so he wasn’t hopeful and he didn’t even have his wife on hand to fuck when the mood took him.

So he just sat outside his caravan drinking coffee and reading the papers and he supposed Sarah was doing something similar at hers.

He did briefly picture her fingering her pussy which caused a trouser tickle so he put that from his mind and had another coffee.

 

After about an hour he switched his beverage allegiance from coffee to beer and had just sat back down when Sarah appeared from behind the adjacent caravan wearing what appeared to be one of David’s shirts.  

She didn’t say anything she just stood about twenty foot and looked at him, then after a moment or two she smiled and went back the way she had come.

Frank took her mode of dress and the smile as an invitation to follow.

As he rounded the corner Sarah had paused on the top step, she was still smiling and as he stepped towards her she went inside.

When he reached the top step his cock was throbbing in anticipation and when he went through the open door she was stood by the table looking down at the floor and had fully unbuttoned the shirt which hung loosely in front of her. 

He put his drink down on the side and put his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

She immediately responded by pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue in to his mouth while her arms wrapped around him tightly.

Frank’s hands meanwhile slipped inside her shirt and cupped her exposed breasts.

Sarah sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her breasts and stiffening nipples.

He disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but he broke away again as he started to kiss and nibble down her neck until he found himself kneeling in from of Sarah and her beautiful firm tits.

He took turns kissing them and sucking her teats and her legs were trembling as he sucked hard enough to make her wince, she withdrew it from his mouth and he thought he had hurt her too much but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged.

His hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.

Franks mouth reached the soft skin above her bush and he could smell her distinct odour, and then he was rubbing his face in her ample public curls.

 

Frank manoeuvred Sarah backwards so he could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her.

He looked up and saw she was biting her lip in anticipation and then she opened her thighs wide for him to drink deeply of the heady mix of exotic juices mingled with her sweat.

 

When he got to his feet and kissed her, her pungent fragrance was all around his mouth and when he’d stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and she smiled wickedly as she licked the cum off her lips.

Frank fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan whorishly while he released his swollen circumcised cock from his shorts with the other and then he penetrated her.

“At last” he thought

He had missed her tight pussy, Miriam still had a nice enough figure and she was grateful for his attention but she wasn’t as enthusiastic as her younger sibling was.

And then as if she had read his mind she said

“I’m sorry”
“What for?” he asked, halting his throbbing cock eager to continue

“For making you wait” she said

“Well the wait is over now”

“I’ve been aching for your touch” Sarah added

“I heard you enjoying yours” he said
“My what?”

“Your touch” he explained “I heard you stroking yourself in your caravan yesterday”

“Oh God what a slut you must think me”

“No I think you’re sexy” he replied and penetrated her again

“Oh God I’ve missed your cock” she moaned

So he gave her length, after satisfying length until Sarah came the first time when he thought the table was going to collapse so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his circumcised knob onto the floor.

“Please, don’t stop” she begged “Don’t punish me”

“Don’t worry we need to finish elsewhere because I don’t think this table will survive you coming again”

Frank discarded his shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum.

Sarah stood up and pulled the two halves of her husband’s shirt across to cover her modesty.

“Take it off” he commanded “You’re sexy remember”

She did as he said and slipped the shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

He held out his hand and she took it in hers and she asked

“Where do you want me?”

“Where David sits” he replied “Where do you want me?”

“From behind” she replied and knelt in David’s seat and offered him her pink pussy.

And when he finished the job and finally lost his load into her tight cunny it was like a dam bursting.

 

After a prolonged nap he awoke to find Sarah playing with his balls and sucking on his pulsating twitching member and when she had sucked to full consciousness she impaled her tight cunt on him and rode him to a nerve tingling orgasm with half an hour to spare before the spouses returned from diving.