Choice Tales from the Vale – (284) The Old Flame

 

Gary was sitting in the bar enjoying a pint before he went to his room to turn in, when he spotted a familiar figure, a nice little figure and one that he had once known intimately.

Maureen was still as lovely as she always was, and she still clearly had class, and immaculate dress sense in a flared silk dress and matching accessories, the only thing she wasn’t wearing was a smile, which surprised him, and then she went out through the door towards the toilets, so he thought he’d say hello when she returned.

 

After about 20 minutes he was convinced Maureen wasn’t going to the toilets but had actually gone home, so he drained his glance and decided to use the facilities himself before getting another drink.

But when he left the bar he found Maureen standing by the cigarette machine with her back to him and it was apparent that she was crying

“Maureen?” he said

“Yes” she answered as she turned towards him

“Oh Gary” she exclaimed and buried her face in his chest and began to cry anew.

         

When he managed to get her to calm down he got to the bottom of what had upset her, and that was her boyfriend, who had just dumped her, he never found out his name she just kept referring to him as “bastard”.

After that he proposed he take her for a quiet drink, so they could talk, but she didn’t want to go back into the bar, so he suggested they go to his room instead and get room service and she agreed. 

 

Upstairs in the room, one drink lead to another drink, and another and then the talking and reminiscing lead to kissing, and the potent mix of kissing, alcohol and a deep-seated regret at separating, meant that one thing led to another.

 

Although Maureen had been very upset at the time, after being dumped by her “bastard” ex-boyfriend the night before, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she took every ounce of satisfaction from him, that night and twice again the next morning.

The second time of which occurred when he was in the shower washing her lust off his body, and it began when she slipped quietly into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and sucked him up to full erection.

After which she used him and abused him and by the end of the knee trembler against the tiles he was shattered, and he collapsed as his legs had completely gone.

He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries and he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for a full twenty minutes.

 

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Maureen was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” he retorted

“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and then he scooped her up in his arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed.

But that was all they did as he had to vacate the room and they both had trains to catch and besides he was so knackered that he probably wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 24 hours.

So, he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry, then she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew by her leery expression that there would definitely be a next time.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (283) Dirty Nurse

 

Ben Adams was in the kitchen preparing supper when there was a knock at the front door and he opened, it a few minutes before seven, he found the diminutive figure of Nurse Dakota Samson standing on the doorstep in the cold night air.

“Come in” he urged her “you don’t have to knock”

“I don’t like to enter anywhere uninvited” she said making it sound deliciously dirty.

“I’ll bare that in mind for the future” he said, and she smiled

 

While she was upstairs attending to his mother he was in the kitchen washing up at the sink, so he didn’t hear her come downstairs nor did he hear her walk into the kitchen and sidle up behind him.

In fact, the first time he knew she was standing behind him was when she slipped her arms around him and began to unfasten his belt, she then proceeded to undo the button on his jeans and tug down the zip and before he could blink she had his trousers and pants around his knees and her hands were on his cock.

After a minute or two Dakota steered him around, so he was facing her from where she could kiss him and at the same time grab his cock in a more meaningful way.

Pretty little Dakota had taken complete control of the situation, which was something he was quite unaccustomed to and it was rather refreshing.

Nonetheless he reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive little nurse up off the floor until she was standing on a kitchen chair where she continued to kiss him while he yanked her black tights and lacy knickers down to her knees.

Ben slid him hands up the backs of her thighs until he reached the fleshy little cheeks of her buttocks, which he caressed and squeezed, before he seated her on the table, so he could completely remove her pants and tights, then he sat down on the chair, which placed him perfectly between her white skinny thighs, and he was about to drink from her velvet cup when she pushed his head back.

“Later” she said taking the initiative again and climbed on to his lap, and as she kissed him hard on the mouth and her little tongue darted in and out of his mouth like a tiny serpent as she impaled her hot tight cunny around his cock, her hot breath filling her mouth as she moaned and slid down on him.

 

She rode him hard, pumping her tight pussy down on him until she came hard and he followed.

“Mmmm” Dakota exclaimed as she wrapped herself around his neck again and kissed him.

They stayed like that for a minute or so then she was on the move and released his cock from its syrupy tomb with a pleasurable sigh, and then he took her to his bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (282) Lusty Doctor

 

Dave Goodwin had been conducting an affair with his sister in law Kayleigh Channing for over a year and she was a very sexual being and could be turned on at the drop of a hat, but when there was an element of danger she was insatiable.

The Goodwin’s and the Channing’s were all Doctors at the same practice in Northchapel and they all lived in the nearby village of Eastchapel.

 

In the depths of winter, the Channing’s found themselves without any central heating after their boiler died and had to spend a week in the spare room at the Goodwin’s, and the close proximity to Dave made Kayleigh very horny.

 

Dave was in his bedroom just about to pull up his trousers when Kayleigh pushed open the door and stood staring.

“Can I help you?” he asked

“Oh yes, any time” she answered with a leer as he completed the task and walked towards the door

“That will have to wait until later” he said with regret and kissed her.

They had the perfect opportunity for some satisfying sex as they had the house to themselves, his wife Val was on her way to hospital with a patient who had suffered a stroke and her husband Phil was in Abbottsford at a seminar, unfortunately he had been called out himself to an elderly patient in a nursing home, a task made all the more onerous as his car was in the garage so he was going to get a cab.

But as he passed her in the doorway she put her car keys in his hand

“This will get you back here quicker” she said, and they kissed again.

 

It was a fairly routine visit and what the patient needed were his reassuring words rather than his medical expertise, but he was there for more than an hour regardless, so he was pleased to be able to get into Kayleigh’s car at the end of the visit rather than wait for a cab.

 

He was suitably horny on the journey home with thoughts of his sister in law ready willing and able in an empty house, and he was seriously aroused by the time he pulled onto the drive, and he was pleased to see his wife hadn’t returned home yet.

In his absence Kayleigh had kept herself warmed up with the contents of her toy box and when he walked along the landing the sight that greeted him, through the open spare room door, was of the naked figure of Kayleigh, still brandishing one of her sex toys, as she lay draped on the spare room bed.

 

A few hours later Dave was woken by the alarm on his phone, he had set it, so he could get up and return to his own bed before Val returned home from the hospital.

He silenced the alarm and quietly and carefully tried to slip out of the bed unnoticed.

But as he sat on the edge and prepared to stand up she hooked her arm around his waist and pulled him back under the covers.

“I have to go,” he protested

“Come first, and then go,” she insisted.

 

After obliging his lusty sister in laws request he crossed the landing and slipped into his own bed only a few minutes before Val returned home, as he lay there he feigned sleep and hoped that she wasn’t going to make demands on him because he had nothing left to give, but he needn’t have worried as she just got quietly into bed and was snoring within a minute.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (281) Cash and Carry Day

 

Sally was literally the girl next door and when her mother died, Adrian made himself available as a shoulder to cry on which she was grateful for, but he soon extended that to include a lap for her to straddle, which it turned out she was equally grateful for.

 

Sally worked for Stephenson’s Corner Shop in Applesford, where she was the assistant manager, but when the manager broke his leg, she got a temporary promotion to Manager.

As part of her duties was stocking the shop, most of which came from Stephenson’s Distribution Centre, but all the smaller shops were permitted to stock a small range of non-standard products from the Cash and Carry, however it was also her job to drive to the store and buy everything she wanted.

She had a van at her disposal for just that purpose but for the first time she wanted company, for moral support, so she asked Adrian and he said yes.

 

The Cash and Carry was an amazing place, neither of them had ever been to one before, and it was like an Aladdin’s cave of goodies.

But Sally’s excitement didn’t last as long as his did, as she was there for work and she was nervous and anxious and so she was not in as good a humour as she was when they first arrived.

 

They finished the shopping and loaded the stock into the van and exited the car park just as it started to rain, and the sky had grown really dark and thunder cracked in the distance.

On the journey the rain fell ever harder, until the wipers could barely cope so Sally pulled into a convenient lay-by to wait for the rain to abate.

She had barely applied the handbrake when the thunderstorm took hold, and as the thunder boomed overhead Sally screamed and lurched towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly, and showed no signs of letting go, so quite naturally Adrian took full advantage of the situation and began nibbling her ear.

 

“That’s not the reason I stopped here,” she said weekly, but that was the sum total of her resistance as moments later he had her sweater off, and her bra unhooked, but when he was unzipping her jeans thunder clapped loudly overhead again and a HGV roared loudly into the lay-by and Sally was spooked and she quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen, but he knew the driver couldn’t see into the front of the van any more than they could see into the HGV cab.

But Sally wasn’t having any of that, which meant he wasn’t going to be having any of her, so as quickly as it was possible to do he opened the passenger door and got out, then he opened the side door before reaching back into the cab and grabbing Sally and unceremoniously bundling her through the side door in amongst the assortment of Cash and Carry boxes, before he climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.

With an excited giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and then set about doing the same to him, and when they were both naked she settled back on a case of BBQ Charcoal with her legs spread wide and her juicy pussy invitingly on display and soon after she was making some delicious sounds and the van was rocking, and it continued to rock until she came hard and loud and thunder boomed overhead as if to punctuate their passion.

 

When they returned to the village after a rattling good shag in the back of the Stephenson’s shop van, Sally was in much higher spirits after their adventure in the lay-by than she was before it.

So, he parked the truck by the back door to the shop and got out and went around to the passenger side and helped Sally step down and while he did that he managed to slip a hand up her sweater and even un-cupped one perky little tit before her feet hit the floor.

“Thank you Jack” she said “but you’re only supposed to take my hand”

“I’ll remember that for next time” he said “And try to change my ways”

“Don’t you dare” she said “just keep doing what you’re doing”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (280) Doctor in Disgrace

 

It was the day after St Valentines and Doctor Belinda Mason was upstairs at Callum Grainger’s house attending to his terminally ill wife.

She was upstairs for half an hour and when she came back downstairs wearing her overcoat and he walked out into the hall to meet her and asked
“Do you want a cuppa?”
“No” she replied “I want some Valentines loving”
“It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore hon” he said
“It’s close enough” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud in the cold hallway.

The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and Marks and Spenser’s pants.

Belinda stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.

Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fiber of him tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke

“Where can we go?” she panted.

He kissed her hot mouth quickly and then took her hand and led her into the study at the end of the hall, it was as far away from his wife’s sleeping figure as it was possible to get.

So even if Dr noisy knickers screamed when she came it was unlikely to disturb her.

 

They went into the study, which was more crowded than was usual due to the necessity of having to store some of the displaced furniture in there.

But there was more than enough room for what they had in mind.

Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door, cupping her firm round breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Valentine rosebuds.

Before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.

His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her M&S knickers, so he tugged her pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down thighs.

The further her pants descended so did his lips and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,

When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.

He let her step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body and his hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.

 

Belinda quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for their socks, then with real urgency she scrambled on to the sofa and waited for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (279) Lustful Lingerie

 

Ken Simms parked his car at the Abbottsford Phoenix Shopping Centre and walked into the mall, he was a little preoccupied and exceptionally horny as he had been reminiscing about a recent conquest, Nikki Chapman.

He was a 30-year-old married philanderer while she was ten years older and was divorced and deprived.

Ken had been chasing her for a disproportionate time, much longer than most of his quarry but then she was devastatingly gorgeous and well worth the wait.

She was a well-bred and well-heeled and oozed class from every pore and when he eventually removed her horny high classed piece of arse out of her designer silk knickers she just oozed.

 

After she had left his flat he decided to tidy up before his wife returned home and it was a good job that he did as the seat of the leather sofa was sticky from Nikki’s secretions, and there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Nikki’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.

He washed up the wine glasses, took a damp cloth to her sticky bits and locked her panties in his brief case.

 

He woke up annoyingly early next morning, he couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of his session with Nikki, with no hint of a guilty conscience though, he just hoped he would be doing her again soon because he enjoyed it so much.

 

More than a week had passed however between that dirty erotic evening and his driving into Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping but thoughts of her still filled his head and as a result he was incredible horny when he bumped into Nikki coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.

“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.

“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question

“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered

“You’re incorrigible,” she said

“Is that a maybe?” he asked

Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.

“Have you got time for a coffee?”

“I do” he replied

“Great I’m gagging for a drink I just have one more stop”

So, Ken waited outside guarding her bags while Nikki went into the store to buy some new bra’s, Ken offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies into the lacy cups, but she declined his offer saying, “You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”

“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of her cheeks shimmying inside her trousers.

 

When she returned a little short of half an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless out of his flat.

“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully

“No” she said indignantly and bent down and picked up her bags

“That reminds me you still owe me a pair,” she said quietly

“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my brief case”

“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Nikki said

“That’s a great idea,” Ken said

“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing

“Or I could keep them in a resealable bag”

“Why?”

“To keep them “Fresh””

“Urgh that’s dirty” she said and laughed “And then you sniff them, would you do that?”

“No, I prefer the source” he said, and she blushed scarlet and couldn’t look at him, so he changed the subject

“Did you get everything you wanted?”

“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”

“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued

“Fishnet stockings, for one thing” she replied “for next time”

“And when is next time?” he asked hopefully

“As soon as you drive me to Appleby” she replied

“Really?” he said “What about a coffee, I thought you were gagging for a drink”

“Well I am gagging” she retorted

“But not for coffee”

“What then?” Ken asked, and she looked him straight in the eye and said

“Cock”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (278) Sweet Young Things – Riette’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.

 

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

 

Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, 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 the next day in fact, to his surprise that his fantasy was made manifest.

Not that it was a surprise that he fucked her, that was always going to happen, and the prompt fulfilment of his fantasy was also no surprise, as his pussy radar told him she was game, what was however surprising was the fact that she was a virgin, he hadn’t expected that at all, but he didn’t mind as it added to the spice for him.

Katie’s wasn’t the first cherry he’d popped in his time and he knew for a fact she wouldn’t be the last.

After that first time he spent all summer wetting his balls with Katie until she was very accomplished in bed, or indeed anywhere else he chose to have her.

One afternoon after he’d nailed her in her parent’s bed they were laying in the afterglow when she asked out of the blue

“You know that Sharon is sixteen on Saturday”

“I did know that” he confessed

“And do you also know that she is expecting you to keep your promise about shagging her once she was “legal”” she continued

“Yes I did know that as well” he confirmed

“So are you going to?” she asked

“Very definitely” he said

“I thought you would” she said “And are you going to pop Riette’s cherry when she turns 16 at the end of the month?”

“Probably” he replied “would you mind if I did?”

She thought for a moment and replied

“No, not as long as she doesn’t get any of my share”

Katie knew about Ian’s reputation for shagging anything with a pulse long before she surrendered her virginity to him, and she wasn’t looking to convert him, Ian was a wonderful lover but he would be a crap boyfriend, so she didn’t want him for anything other than sex.

As for her sister if she wanted a taste of what she’d had, once she was old enough, she wouldn’t dissuade her.

But Katie was enjoying what she was getting and she didn’t want her sister or their friend Sharon to curtail her supply of cock.

 

It wasn’t as if there was any love between her and Ian, they were very fond of each other obviously but first and foremost they were fuck buddies.

She would find love elsewhere, hopefully when she left for University in September, she would meet a man she could love and the man she fell in love with would get her love, her heart and the benefit of Ian Tilley’s summer long sexual tutelage.

Although she might well revisit the well of his dirty delights if the man she lost her heart to couldn’t ring her bell.

In the mean time she was happy being fucked senseless by Ian and it would have been churlish of her to deny her friend Sharon and her own sister Riette the benefit of some experienced choice cock.

 

Unlike the eager and self-confident Sharon Todd, who had sought out Ian Tilly on the day of her 16th birthday to have her cherry popped, even though she was attending her aunts wedding, her best friend

Riette Thomas had not been to see him to receive her own special birthday gift.

Despite the fact that he knew, from Sharon’s pillow talk, that she wanted to every bit as much as her friend Sharon had.

So that was why Riette Thomas was still a virgin nine days after her sixteenth birthday and he was beginning to think the whole summer holiday would pass before he split her strawberry whiskers, so imagine his surprise when one bright September afternoon the lovely red haired Riette crossed his path.

 

Ian had spent the morning delivering Parish Magazines, it wasn’t how he planned to spend his day but his uncle asked if he could step in and cover for a sick parishioner.

Uncle Silas would normally have done it himself but he had to see a bride with a bad case of cold feet so Ian took up the mantel and he didn’t mind being out the house as it good to be out and about in the fresh air on such a lovely day so it was not a chore.

His “patch” was on the north side of the village and consisted of about 25 residences dotted along Tipton Lane and Elms Road, it was about a two hour round trip at an average pace but he was in no rush as it was a pleasant day as the Indian summer was in evidence, so he set off with the bag of magazines slung across his shoulder.

His mind was distracted as he made his way along the Lane delivering the Parish Magazines as he was pondering the resolution of the problem of the unsullied younger Thomas sister.

 

When he reached the furthest most house from the village and made his delivery it started to rain and having left the house that morning without a coat he made a dash for the nearest stand of trees for shelter.

 

He thought it was probably only a shower, and as he turned out he was correct so when it had finished he headed back down the lane which was when he saw Riette.

 

He was approaching the southern end of the road when he saw Riette coming the other way.

She had her strawberry red hair tied up which was mostly hidden under a baseball cap.

She was wearing green leggings and a hoodie and she was clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle and she was looking at her converse shoes as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane.

To be honest she looked lost and lonely without her sidekick Sharon.

Sharon was the outgoing bubbly girl and Riette rather lived in her shadow.

In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.

He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.

Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.

They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.

 

In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.

He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.

Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.

They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.

Arousing him to the point that he had to wank himself off when they had gone.

Sharon was ultra-confident, self-assured and pretty and she knew it.

Riette was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt but she was also pretty but had no idea of the fact.

Sharon was the driving force in their friendship, bold and bubbly.

Being with her made Riette feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, living life on her coat tails and without her friend, Riette floundered.

Which was evidenced but the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him, so as he approached he called out to her.

“Hi Riette” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin

“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said

“It’s ok, I was miles away” Riette said

“Are you missing Sharon?” he asked, knowing she was away for the weekend with her family.

“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few hours”

He thought she looked quite sad but hopefully from this chance meeting he might put a smile on those pale lips and some colour on her cheeks.

Riette was fresh faced and make up free so he thought it truly was a serendipitous meeting which he had every intention of taking full advantage of.

Which is another way in which she differed from Sharon, Sharon didn’t do things by chance and if it had been her walking down that lane towards him it would be because she had planned it that way.

Not, by all accounts, that Riette didn’t want it as bad as her friend did she just didn’t have the knowhow or the gumption to get it.

“But today fate has taken a hand” he thought to himself

“So where are you off to?” he enquired

“My Aunt Jane’s” she answered, “The family are on holiday and Auntie said I can use their indoor pool while they’re away”

“Lovely” he said “Perhaps I could join you when I’m done”

“Oh yes” she exclaimed enthusiastically “if you have time”

“Well I had better finish my deliveries then” Ian said and smiled “and then I will have time”

 

He set off down the Road until he reached the end which climbed quite steeply up the hill then eased down the other side, he trudged up the hill and his legs were feeling it by the time he reached the top, where he took a breather and a drink, then he made the longer and gentler descent, making his deliveries as he went and when they were completed he retraced his steps but halfway back the rain came again and this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under but he did see some fifty yards or so ahead his destination and thought it the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.

But before he got there the rain had stopped and the sun was out again.     

Once he got close he noticed the door was a jar so he pushed on it gently.

He walked inside and closed the door behind him and made his way to the pool and found her lying face down on a lounger bathed in a shaft of sunlight wearing a bikini.  

“With your lovely pale skin you really need to stay in the shadows” he said and she blushed at the compliment, although he was thinking that hopefully he would bring her metaphorically from the shadows to bathe in the light of lust, his lust.

He didn’t think it was going to be as easy as it was with her friend but it would happen of that he was sure.

He couldn’t help but compare the two, but Sharon came and sought him out on the very afternoon of her birthday, made up, perfumed and wearing special “bought for the occasion” matching lingerie.

He thought it would take a little more guile this time, but faint heart never won fair maiden.

“If you lay there like that you’ll burn” he said “I think suntan lotion would help, I could put it on if you like”

“Yes please” she said eagerly “I have some in my bag”

He knelt down on the floor next to the lounger and perused her pale young body as Riette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.

 

The sunlight was warm but her risk of burning was nowhere near as high as he had made out, but he didn’t tell her that.

“This will help to protect your lovely skin” he said

“Ok” she answered meekly.

Ian wondered at that point if she knew exactly what he had in mind for her as he squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.

“How does that feel?” he asked

“Cool” she replied

But he wasn’t trying to get her cool he wanted her to get her hot so he rubbed some more.

“I need to undo your bikini top sweetie” he said innocently “so I can properly apply the lotion”

“Ok” she said, her voice breaking slightly, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.

When it was all rubbed in, he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.

“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and sought out her breast, his hand pursued and he very quickly found his quarry.

Riette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving Ian clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud nipple and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.

When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso.

 

Ian massaged the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips.

He continued the charade by massaging all the remaining flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.

By the way she was fidgeting he knew it was time to pull down her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately and her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the lounger and the green fabric moved easily off her buttocks and he had them off over her feet a few seconds and she uttered no protest.

Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before he pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moist crevice, and again she uttered no protest.

Riette wasn’t as vociferous as Sharon was when he fingered her crack, she just buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps, but her lathery lips told Ian how much she was enjoying his fingering.

He pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and then he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell and she squirmed and wriggled as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.

Had he not felt Riette’s body go rigid or seen the evidence on her lip he would have known she had climaxed, as even with her face buried in the folds of her towel he clearly heard her come.

He decided he couldn’t then turn her over onto her back at that point to deliver the coup de grace because of her shyness.

So he shuffled to his right so he was at her business end and adjusting his position he rolled her onto her side and then he released the eager beast from his trousers.

Riette was on her side with her back to him, and still with her face buried in the towel, so with his left hand he lifted her upper leg by the thigh and bending her leg at the knee he tucked the lower half of her leg under his right arm holding her knee and with his right hand he un-trousered his cock and when he had the swollen stalk in his hand, helmet exposed ready for action, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when it penetrated her.

Using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination and his cock went deep into her tight young pussy and Riette gave a little squeal of delight as Ian added another cherry to his collection.

It didn’t take long before she had come again as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another.

Her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she wriggled and squirmed on receipt of each of his deep penetrating entries of her syrupy quim.
And by the time he had got onto the short strokes Riette squeaked on each inward motion and the lounger was rattling and shaking until he brought her to her final climax and she screamed a loud muffled scream into her towel and a second later he erupted inside her.

Riette lay there on the lounger, his cock still inside her, quivering and sighing repeatedly through her towel and she sighed even louder when he withdrew from her pussy.

 

Once he had extracted his sticky shaft she rolled back onto her stomach, closed her legs and clenched her round white buttocks and tried to be invisible.

He knew Riette wouldn’t get up and redress with him standing there even after he’d defiled her so expertly, he always thought that kind of shyness was nice, so he left her to sort herself out and went in the kitchen to make a drink.

 

As Ian sat at the kitchen table he thought to himself that Riette wasn’t a natural like her older sister Katie or her friend Sharon, and thought she would require a lot more tutorage than the other two did.

But he concluded it would be worth it in the end because she had a fine body, in several ways better than her sister and her friend and unlike the other two, who would doubtless find other partners, Riette would likely remain his and his alone, which really appealed to him and that surprised him greatly.

So it was with feelings, not solely associated with lust, that he watch as Riette shuffled into the kitchen still adjusting her leggings and he could just make out the dark patch on the crotch,

“Better put those straight in the wash when you get home” he thought.

When she finally looked up at him she went immediately scarlet and turned away so he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him like a vice.

“I can’t believe you’re still shy” he said “after what we just did”

Riette didn’t answer

“But I really love it that you are” he said, but she was still silent

“Well you’ll have to come out if you want a kiss,” he added

“A kiss?” she said in a muffled query

“I must have a kiss” he insisted “As a reward”

Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him.

So he put his hand on her chin and lifted it up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and surprisingly enjoyable kiss. In fact in that regard she was definitely better than Sharon.

“That’s better” he said “very nice”

And Riette blushed and giggled.

 

As they sat and drank their tea he said to Riette

“I think while Aunty Jane is away we should use her place to keep your mind occupied, which might also help your shyness”

She didn’t speak in response but giggled.

So it was agreed that rather than mope about missing Sharon they should do something a little more productive with her time.

“And I think we should begin right away in Aunt Jane’s bed”

 

So Riette and Ian spent the afternoon in her Aunt Janes king sized bed to furthering her sexual education, where he brought her to several juddering orgasms and fell in love with her. 

 

Five years after he took his third cherry of that wonderful summer he married Riette Thomas to whom he remained faithful during their 40 year marriage, with the exception of her older sister Katie and her best friend Sharon who were, from the day he took their virginity, his regular bed mates.