Choice Tales from the Vale – (341) St Andrews Day

 

It was St Andrews day and the Monroe’s were going to a celebration Dinner Dance at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and at 7.30pm Alex Monroe was standing in front of the Mirror in his hotel room making final adjustments to his highland regalia, as Clarissa emerged from the bathroom wearing a green evening dress.

“Wow” he said “You look stunning”

“Wow yourself” she retorted “I hope you’re not wearing pants under that kilt”

“Of course not” he said and flashed her

“Excellent”

“And you?” he asked

“What do you think?” Clarissa retorted and chuckled

“You are a lovely dirty girl” he said and kissed her

 

Greg meanwhile, was downstairs in the bar, similarly, dressed as his younger brother, and his girlfriend Jane was sat on a stool wearing a red evening dress watching him and lamenting the fact that the huge dong swinging unfettered beneath his kilt would not be coming her way that night because Jane had an unwelcome visitor.

 

The youngest brother Colin had not yet arrived at the Hotel, in fact he hadn’t even left home and was still in bed with Mira Cooke and they had been there all day.

As in the early hours their car broke down while they were travelling to Willow from Tipton in the north of the county, they were further delayed because of a toe-curling sexual escapade in a lay-by on the Finchbottom Expressway.

They went straight to bed when they were back in Willow and slept all day, however they were still in bed at 7.30 because Mira woke up horny, so they would definitely be late to the dinner.

 

After leaving the bar the Monroe brothers and their lusty ladies wandered over to the seating plan to find out where they were sitting.

“Great table” Greg said

“Perfect” Alex said laughing

They had a six-seat table to themselves which was the furthest from the band, so would be relatively quiet, and equidistant from the bar and the toilets without the inconvenience of having other guests squeezing past them. 

“That’s probably the best table in the room” Jane said

“What are we waiting for then” Clarissa said and stuck her arm through Alex’s and added

“You may escort me to my table good sir”

“My pleasure madam”

 

The dinner was well worth the expense, the food was superb, the wine of sufficient quality for drinking in volume and the live music was excellent, which of course led to dancing, during which, Clarissa was being very provocative, every opportunity she got she was squeezing his arse or rubbing her groin against his cock, and at one point she even got her hand on it.

When they returned to the table, Greg was sat there alone, but when they tried to start up a conversation, he was unresponsive, so Alex leant in and whispered

“They must have had a row”

Clarissa nodded and then as they sat there in silence she held his hand under the table.

Clarissa felt sad for Greg, she thought he and Jane were a great couple and she really hoped they would sort things out, but then her mind wandered to baser thoughts, she’d heard the noises that came from Greg’s room the night before, and Alex had told her about how gifted he was in the manhood department, and her thoughts were getting her hot, and she found herself rubbing her pussy through her dress with one hand while still holding Alex’s hand with the other, and then she looked at Greg’s vacant expression and realised that Jane hadn’t gone off in a huff, she was under the table giving him head.

It wasn’t long before Clarissa, had hiked up her dress and began fingering herself in earnest and at the same time relinquishing her grip on Alex’s hand and sought to establish contact with his cock instead.

 

Jane slipped under the table almost immediately Clarissa and Alex left for the dance floor, Jane had chosen Greg’s seat very carefully so that he was facing the room, and everyone was clearly visible to him.

She knew very well that she wouldn’t get through the evening without attending to his huge cock, if they were in their room she would have given him a titwank, but that was not an option in the ballroom, wanking him off under the table was a possibility but there was a high probability that he would spaff on anyone sat opposite.

So she went under the table and Greg had already lifted his kilt to accommodate her.

She hadn’t given him a blowjob before, normally when she had a visitor, because they were both very well endowed, she normally dispatched him with a titwank.

His purple bell end had already emerged from its pink cocoon, so she began by flicking her tongue around his helmet before taking him in her mouth, but he was too big for her to envelope all of him.

So she had both hands on his shaft and wanked on him diligently while she sucked his knob.

If she had looked behind her at that moment, she would have seen Clarissa with her dress hitched up to her middle and her legs spread wide as she frigged her ginger minge furiously and tugged on Alex’s cock.

But she had her hands and her mouth full as she worked on Greg and making his toes curl as she took him to the abyss, closer and closer and closer until he exploded in her mouth and his seed was greedily consumed.

 

Clarissa could tell by the expression on Greg’s face that he had just emptied his sack, after all she’d seen Alex’s “cum face” enough times

“Come with me” she said ensuring her dress covered her minge before she stood up, and Alex did the same with his kilt, although he had to slip his jacket off to hold in front of him to disguise his bulge, he also couldn’t go as fast as Clarissa who had strode off purposely.

“Slow down” he thought as he tried to follow her as she led him first to the lifts, but after pressing both buttons, changed her mind and headed down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another corridor finally arriving at another door, labelled “Linen Cupboard” .

“In here” she said

“In a cupboard?” he thought as he stepped inside.

As the door closed the light went on to reveal shelves full of linen, and then Clarissa locked the door and was all over him, she hitched up her dress until her ginger bush was exposed and held the gathered fabric around her waist with one hand and got hold of his cock with the other.

“God Clarissa” he said, “What’s got into you?”

“This, in a minute I hope” She retorted and kissed him hard on the mouth

“Why here?” he asked escaping her lips

“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on his mouth,

“We have a lovely room upstairs, with a lovely bed” He pointed out

“I can’t wait” she answered curtly

“Bloody hell what got you so horny” He asked “Not that I’m complaining”

“Greg and Jane didn’t have a row” she said backing up against the door “She was under the table sucking him off”

“What?” He exclaimed with surprise as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Clarissa was panting loudly in his ear as he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive him, and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny

“Ohhhhh God” Clarissa uttered and her legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door.

Alex had one hand on her hip and the other gripped the coat hook behind the door and he banged her again and again and her fleshy bum cheeks slapped against the veneer and each stroke was met with a vocal response, but as the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened she could only manage grunts until she finished with

“OH GOD YES” As he emptied his sack into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“I really needed that”

“It was ok then?” he asked

“Oh yes, very acceptable”

“Good” He said sincerely “Can I have another drink now?”

“Definitely” she said smiling and kissed him

They quickly made themselves decent and exited the cupboard and retraced their steps down the corridor and returned to the ballroom where they found Jane was no longer under the table and she and Greg had been joined by Colin and Mira.

And the curious fact concerning the Monroe brothers and their girlfriends that night was that Jane was the only one wearing underwear.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (340) Roadside Assistance

 

Colin Monroe and Mira Cooke were driving back from Tipton in the north of the county where Colin had been examining one of the manuscripts his University were interested in.

They drove through the night because they were supposed to be going to a St Andrews Day dinner.

The plan was to drive all night by sharing the driving, sleep all day back in Willow and then they would be fresh for the dinner.

The journey was uneventful, traffic very light with no road works no accidents and subsequently they made good time, but then disaster struck at 3am when they broke down on the Finchbottom Expressway, but they managed to limp into a lay-by.

Fortunately, they were in a hire car which had full breakdown cover so he quickly put in a call and were given a two hour window.

They were parked in the only lay-by on the entire stretch of the Expressway that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one  side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond on the other, and Mira also knew it had been the sight of many lusty adventures between her best friend Clarissa and Colin’s brother Alex, so even before Colin had hung up Mira knew precisely what she wanted to fill the 2 hour window with.

So as soon as he put his phone on the dashboard she leapt into his arms and placed her hand on his cock, which was soon semi hard.

“You can stop tha...” he began but she stopped him talking by sticking her tongue in his mouth.

“That’s not the reason we stopped here,” he said weekly, but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had his hands inside her clothes, and moments after that he had pushed up her bra and had cupped her breast, and she was kissing him urgently, with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth.

After a few minutes he judged it was time for his hand to transfer its allegiance to more southerly climes and settled on her knee and only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of scanty briefs stood between him and Shangri-La, so his hand crept along her thigh, but he couldn’t progress as far as he wanted.

Because she had been squirming and wriggling in her seat so much her tights had start to move down her thighs, so the crotch was no longer in contact with her fanny, but the tights hadn’t fallen low enough for him to get his hand inside them from the top, so he forcefully ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights instead.

The shock of his action made her stop kissing him and after a moment she giggled

“Oh wow, that was sexy” she said “Very masterful”

A grin spread wide across her face then she began kissing him again and set about releasing his swollen manhood from its confines as his hand entered the hole he had made and then his finger explored the considerable moistness of her minge while she tugged his cock out through his open fly.

They had reached the point when he was considering how he was going to finish her off, and she was anticipating when, however the car was suddenly filled with light and they stopped and looked at each other, then out through the back window where the RAC van had come to a stop.

“Shit” Mira said releasing her grip on his cock “you’d better put him away again”

“That’s going to be easier said than done” he retorted as she rearranged her clothes and giggled

 

Colin had managed to wrestle his erection back in his pants just moments before the mechanic reached his door, so he wound down his window and the RAC man said.

“Mr Monroe?”

“Yes”

“What seems to be the problem?”

“We just lost power” Colin said

“Ok jump out and I’ll check the engine management”

“Ok” Colin said although he didn’t exactly jump, his erection meant he had to exit the car very gingerly.

 

An hour later Colin and Mira watched as the RAC van drove out of the lay-by and back onto the Expressway.

“Ok let’s go you home” he said “so we can finish what we started”

“No” she snapped and unzipped his fly “I can’t wait until we get home”

So they stood kissing in the darkness of the lay-by as Mira tugged on his cock and then she suddenly stopped, and gave him a leery smile as she turned around and draped herself over the bonnet, with one foot planted on the floor she swung her other leg up so it lay along the length of the wing with her foot illuminated by the headlight.

Colin stepped behind her where he firstly threw her coat tail to one side, then lifted her skirt up and tucked the hem into her waistband, then using both hands he tore her tights to shreds, and Mira looked over her shoulder at him wide eyed and said

“My God that felt so dirty”

“You should be wearing stockings anyway” he retorted

“It’s too chilly for stockings” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”

“Not much chance of that” Colin said “I’ve never known it to be anything but red hot”

And with that he pushed two fingers into her hot pussy making her gasp and moan, then he frigged her creamy cunny until she yelled in the night

“Oh God I’m so ready”

So, he pulled his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips and replace them with his cock

“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him and the same again with the next stroke and the next until she came noisily and she panted a few times through gritted teeth and he gave her three more full lengths and then when she came again and the volume of her climax filled the trees as he emptied into her.

 

Dawn was breaking as they left the lay-by and Mira was wearing a smug expression as well as shredded tights.

They went straight to bed when they were back in Willow and slept all day, however they were still late to the dinner because Mira woke up horny.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (339) Thanksgiving Girl

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where physiotherapist Dr Rowe lived and worked.

 

Dr Phillip Rowe was a quiet unassuming physio therapist, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair and grey eyes, who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice he ran out of his home in Willow, and It was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.

She had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.

Right from the first appointment he was taken by Thirty two year old Gloria Samson, he knew by reputation that she was a hard worker, and very reliable as a cleaner, but when he first saw her charming green eyes and lovely smile, that was when it happened.

During the appointments she was very chatty and he liked the fact that she was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, and she was skinny and flat chested, and because of her narrow hips and small bum, from behind she was sometimes mistaken for a boy.

Not by him though, he saw the petite little woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet, in a very different light, with her short blonde hair, stunning legs and tiny feet.

When her treatment was over, he offered her a job cleaning the surgery, not because he needed a new cleaner but because he wanted to keep on seeing her.

But seeing her almost every day he realised she was possessed of a great work ethic, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon and that greatest of underappreciated traits, a nice personality, and once they began sleeping together he discovered another major asset, she was exceptionally good in bed, in fact the sex was fantastic and her appetite was voracious.

However, as the weeks went by, the sex did not abate, but he soon realised in the quiet times in between the sex that he had fallen in love with Gloria.

He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.

 

It was Thanksgiving Day and when he woke up that morning, he decided that he would ask Gloria something when she came to clean that day.

He got up, showered and shaved but when he drew the bedroom curtains and looked out it appeared that winter had arrived early.

He turned on the TV and discovered that the Vale was gripped in winters bitter grasp and snow fall and near blizzard conditions had closed a lot of the roads.

He slipped on his dressing gown and went downstairs to his surgery and checked his diary, he only had three appointment’s that day, none of them local to Willow so he picked up the phone and called them to cancel.

After that he went to the kitchen and made himself a coffee before calling Gloria

“Hi Doc”

“Gloria, I don’t want you to come in today” he said

“But I’m just going out the door now” she said

“Don’t risk it hon” he said “it’s not worth it”

“But I want to see you” she said

“I want to see you too, but I don’t want you getting hurt”

He pointed out “Promise me you won’t do anything silly”

“But…”

“Promise me” he insisted

“Ok I promise” Gloria said with her fingers crossed

“Good girl” he said “Now there was something else I needed to talk to you about”

“Oh! What’s that?” she asked suspiciously, wondering if he was dumping her or sacking her.

“Well I’m going to spend Christmas in Spain with my brother” he explained

“Oh ok, so you won’t need me over Christmas” she said sighing with relief

“Yes and no” he said

“Which one Doc”

“Well I won’t need you to clean, but I want you over Christmas” he said

“I don’t understand” Gloria said

“I want you to come with me” he said and the line went silent

“Gloria!”

“Gloria!!”

“You want me to go to Spain with you” she said “To clean the Villa”

“No not as my cleaner”

“You mean as in, you and me?” she asked

“Yes, you and me” he confirmed “us, a couple, will you come”

“Yes please” she squealed “I wish I was there and we could celebrate”

“Celebrate” was Gloria’s euphemism for sex.

“We can celebrate when you can get here safely” he said

“I’m already looking forward to that” Gloria sighed

“Ok I’ll see you soon” he said, and then mouthed the words

“I love you”

 

Phil put the kettle on again and decided not to bother getting dressed so he turned the heating up and kept his dressing gown on.

He was sitting in the lounge and drinking his third coffee of the morning when there was a loud knocking on the front door.

“Who on earth?” he exclaimed and got up and went to the door and when he opened it a snow-covered figure pushed passed him and stepped into the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a long blue duffel coat, with the hood up and a woollen hat below, and a heavy woollen scarf wrapped around their face, large mittens and pink wellington boots, in fact the only part of the snow covered creature that was visible was their eyes, charming green eyes, which he recognized immediately.

“Gloria?” he said, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to say “thank you” she replied through her scarf.

“You could have had an accident” he said crossly, pushing her hood back and taking off her woollen hat and kissed her forehead as she removed her mittens and un-wrapped the scarf from around her face.

“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” he asked as he sat her down on a chair where she held out a leg and said

“Do the honours?”

So, he pulled her boot off to reveal a thick grey sock”

“I walked” she replied as she held out the other leg

“You walked three miles in this?” he asked waving his arm exaggeratedly

“I told you I wanted to say “thank you”” she said and kissed him

“Thank you”

“I’m cross with you” he said and kissed her back

“You can spank me later” Gloria said and chuckled

“I mean it” he said crossly “you could have thanked me on the phone”

“I didn’t just want to say thank you” she replied and changed the nature of the kiss

“So, thank you” she said as she unbuttoned her coat and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor to reveal her beautiful little figure in an ivory silk teddy, her small breasts, well defined with her nipples standing proud through the shimmering silk in the cold hallway.

The only other thing she was wearing were the thigh length grey wool socks, silk stockings would have been sexier, but not by much, and he thought “needs must”.

Gloria stepped in close and they kissed passionately as his hands caressed her back, then settled on her waist before pulling her closer to him and her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.

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

“Where would you like me?” she panted.

“In front of the fire” he replied and kissed her hot mouth before taking her hand and leading her into the lounge where a log fire blazed.

Once inside Gloria pushed him back against the door and asked

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your “thank you” gift?”

“You could unwrap it for me” he suggested

“Is that what you want?” she asked and he nodded, so Gloria stepped back so he had a good view and then she began caressing her breasts through the silk before they slowly descended across the ivory rippled silk until they settled at the top of her thighs.

Gloria gave him a wicked smile and then slowly, deliberately and oh so tantalizingly undid each popper on her crotch one by one by one and when the gusset hung loose between her slender thighs, she grabbed the bottom of her teddy in both hands and pulled it off over her head, then she looked at him coyly as she dropped the ivory silk to the floor and rushed into his arms.

“I love my present” he said, and she looked up at him childlike and smiled and then he kissed her smiling lips.

Phil cupped her tiny breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm 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 sandy hair.

Her skin was soft and silky and smelled of coconut oil as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly and his hands settled on her fleshy cheeks, then he kissed her lower and lower until his face was buried in her lush Jasmine fragranced bush with an under note of her exotic musk.

“Do it as if it was our first time” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend that this is our first time” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Gloria” he replied “every time is as special as the first time for me”

And with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed and then with real urgency she scrambled on to the hearth rug and waited for him.

She didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off her delicious body.

Phil put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her aperture and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest as Gloria’s hands scratched lightly at his back, his hand then crossed her belly, and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Gloria looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers revelled in the sensual syrup of her secretions, and their foreheads touched as she panted in his face with each tender touch, until her body tensed and she gasped.

He kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and

she exuded a divinely sensual sound as he entered her.

In the glow of the firelight on that winter morning as they made love her hands were on his buttocks and as the tempo increased, she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, and he could feel the burning heat from her, Gloria’s rasping breaths became deeper, and as her panting became erratic and her head rolled from side to side, her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm and Phil followed her over the abyss.

 

“Did you like your “Thank you” gift?” she asked as in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath a tartan throw on the rug in the afterglow

“Very much” he replied

“Was there something you would have preferred?” she asked sighs

“No darling that was exactly what I would have wished for” he replied, and she responded with a longer sigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (338) Guy Fawkes Night

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was his love affair with Jane that drew him back to Willow in November.

 

Greg arrived in Willow just as it was getting dark and he found the house empty so he quickly showered and changed and went in search of some company.

When he was ready he got in the car and drove from Waterside Road into the Village proper and parked in the High Street, in the space Mr and Mrs Bloomfield were just vacating and walked towards the Bloomfield Pharmacy and he timed it perfectly because as he got close to the shop he saw a familiar figure, 5ft 8, dark hair, slim figure, skinny legs and disproportionally large breasts, it was Jane closing up, she didn’t see him as she had her back to him, so he crept up behind her and said

“Hello gorgeous”

“Oh Greg” she said flustered, “What are you doing here?”

But before he had chance to answer she launched herself into his arms and kissed him.

The reason she was surprised to see him was because he wasn’t due back to Willow until the end of the month, the reason he was earlier was due to his having had a meeting in Sharpinghead that was cancelled at the last minute.

But by the urgency of her kissing he deduced that she wasn’t interested in the reason.

Jane stopped kissing him and said

“Mum and Dad have gone to see the fireworks in Mornington”

“I saw them leaving as I pulled up” he explained

“And I’m just closing up” she continued

“I’ll give you a hand” he offered

“Thanks Greg” she said smiling coyly

There were only a couple of signs to go inside and when they were inside, he asked

“Is that everything?”

“Not quite” she said and pulled him forcefully inside and closed the door

“There’s no one at home” he informed her,

“There’s no one here either” she said and led him behind the counter and through the bead curtain to the inner sanctum, which consisted of an office come sitting room, with a desk and chair on one side, and two armchairs and a coffee table on the other, and she immediately turned to face him and kissed him.

The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped him around the neck like a bear trap, it was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.

 

His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly searching the landscape before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks, then he maneuvered her towards one of the armchairs and as he sat down he pulled her down with him,

Because she was so tall her head was above his, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of it, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.

Greg had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist which he slid slowly up to her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her tittie through the fabric of her clothes and the bra beneath, it was unusual for her to wear a bra when he was around, and the moment his palm cupped her plump fruit their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a leery smile before locking onto him again.

His hand left her breast and went slowly down to her thigh and knowing what was coming she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck and her body stiffened as his hand progressed along the inside of her thigh, with only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights between him and the silky skin of her inner thigh he knew so well, but he loved the feel of the fabric against his palm  which felt warm and welcoming in its density.

As his hand crept ever-higher Jane’s skinny thighs opened and closed in anticipation and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her breaths becoming deep and erratic.

When he reached Shangri-La he could feel the heat from her pussy and her breath was rasping coarsely in his ear, becoming coarser still

as he reached the heart of her fire, fingering her though the gusset of her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream began to ooze through the fabric, and she moaned loudly.

Suddenly Jane leapt up and reached her hand up under her skirt and pulled her tights and knickers down to the top of her boots, then she plopped back down on his lap again, Jane looked at him, smiled coyly and kissed him before nuzzling his neck again.

He moved his hand to her naked knee and her body stiffened as his hand progressed up her leg until it reached the top of her thigh and she squirmed on his lap and murmured as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.

Jane moaned softly as they explored her bush and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creamy cunny she let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit. “Ohhhhhh” she exclaimed, at the pleasure of his touch and grabbed a cushion to bury her face in to stifle any further exclamations, of which there would be many so he stopped stroking her gorgeous wet pussy and took the cushion from her and discarded it and she looked startled

“I want to hear every sound you make Jane” he said and kissed her

“Every moan and murmur”

Jane looked at him and smiled as he resumed stroking her juicy cunny, and looked at her face, delighting at every moan and grunt she made as each stoke of her clit brought her closer and closer to orgasm, until finally she screamed out as she came beneath his touch, so loud that even the cushion wouldn’t have suppressed it,

Her thigh’s closed on his hand at the point of climax, trapping his hand, but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand,  then she screamed again and kissed him on the mouth, and then  stood up and took his hand and almost dragged him towards the stairs.

Greg paused briefly as she reached the bottom of the stairs

“Are you sure?” he asked knowing the answer, “we can go back to mine”

“Yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him to the stairs “Can’t wait, can’t wait”

The problem was with her tights and knickers sitting on top of her black boots, she found it difficult to negotiate the stairs, so he picked her up in a fireman’s lift and carried her up the stairs.

Once at the top he continued on to her bedroom, which was incredibly untidy, with discarded clothes and underwear scattered around, so he added to the mess and dropped her on the bed, where he disposed of the boots, tights and knickers, before pulling her to her feet.

At that moment Jane's small hands reached up to unfasten the catch on her bra and his hands reached up inside her sweater to replace the lacy cups and as his hands groped her magnificent unfettered breasts and played with her hardening nipples he kissed her neck, while she rubbed the lump in his trousers with her small hands, so he  started undoing his belt and Jane stepped back and stood licking her lips as she watched.

“Everything off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of hesitation and then she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.

He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose hid huge swollen cock and she stared at it with her saucer eyes as she sat down on the bed and he pulled on his shaft to expose his purple helmet they almost popped out of her head.

“I’ve missed you” Jane said

“I’ve missed you too” he responded

“I was talking to your cock” she said and chuckled

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed

So he leant down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he picked her up and threw her gently onto the middle of the bed and before she’d finished bouncing he was there between her skinny legs and pausing for just a second to push her skinny thighs further apart his cock was inside her, and she was blissfully welcoming as he thrust into her wetness up to his balls.

Jane was loving every stroke and she made no attempt to stifle or muffle the grateful moans and screams as Greg raised his torso up so he could look at her gorgeous body writhing beneath him.

Her head thrashed from side to side, but this did not distract him from staring at her taught body and gorgeous tits and she wriggled and writhed.

While he watched her she watched him and when he raised himself up higher so he could look down across her belly at her black bush, she lifted her head off the pillow to watch his cock repeatedly penetrating her tight pussy, then she looked at him and smiled so he mercilessly pumped on her faster and faster until he couldn’t tell when one moan ended and the next began until she let out one almighty scream as she came hard and then two more stokes and he release his hot load into her.

 

As he was dressing Greg watched as she redressed her lovely body in her white robe, and the fullness of her titties were hard to disguise.

“When are you going back to Springwater?” she asked

“Tomorrow morning” he replied “after we’ve had breakfast”

When they were back downstairs in the shop they had an affectionate farewell kiss and he had another good grope of her tits.

“Stop it” Jane said and gave him a playful slap and added “later”

They kissed once more before he opened the door and she gave his sleeping beast a gentle squeeze and said

“I want dinner with that” she instructed, and he headed towards his car and he had only gone about fifty yards when her parents pulled into an empty parking space close to the shop.

“That was close,” he said to himself

An hour later Jane arrived at Greg’s house where she was treated to a Chinese takeaway and another portion of his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (337) Halloween

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mira had arranged to pick Clarissa up from her house and drive over to Purplemere where they were meeting a group of old school friends for lunch at La Florenza.

However, as was her habit, she was twenty minutes early, so when she knocked on the front door of the St Claire house, it was her Mum who opened it.

“Hello Mira”

“Hi Mrs St Claire, is Clarissa in?”

“She’s at the Monroe’s” she replied disapprovingly, not having come to terms with the fact her daughter was seeing a man ten years older than her

“Oh ok, I’ll go and jolly her along” Mira said “Bye”

 

As she was walking next-door, a thought suddenly popped into her head, namely had Clarissa popped next door for a quickie and more importantly would she catch them in the act, and the possibility that she might, aroused her.

Which was when she recalled some of her friend’s sexual antics as described by Clarissa in detail and she found herself trying to decide which position it might be and that aroused her even more.

However, when she rang the doorbell the door was opened by a fully clothed Alex Monroe.

“Hi Mira, come in, she’s in the kitchen”

“Thanks Alex” she said and stepped inside, and then she heard voices coming from the kitchen as she crossed the hall and she wondered who the male voice was, as Alex was still two steps behind her.

When she stepped into the kitchen, she found Clarissa sat on a stool talking to a younger version of Alex, slightly heavier set with darker hair and much more conservatively dressed, in a black three piece suit, black bow tie and glasses.

“Hi” Clarissa said and got up and hugged her and then added.

“Mira, this is Colin Monroe”

“Nice to meet you” he said and offered his hand for her to shake, and when she took it, the handshake lasted much longer that it needed to, and Clarissa and Alex looked on and smiled.

 

It was half an hour later when the girls left to drive to Purplemere and Mira wasn’t sure whether the way she was feeling was due to the fact that she was highly aroused when she walked into Alex’s kitchen, but regardless she was smitten and furthermore she had a target for her lust.

 

Colin Monroe was the brains of the family as at 26 years old he was the youngest Professor on campus in Adelaide, where he was curator of the University Library, and periodically taught classical literature, and he had been in Australia for two years.

He had returned to the village of his birth, firstly to  see his brothers and secondly to use the house as a base while he carried out the task the University had sent him there to do, namely to examine some 18th Century manuscripts that the University wanted for their library, and more importantly he needed to verify their authenticity before they parted with their cash.

Colins parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his older brothers, but with him living and working in Australia and eldest brother Greg, owning and running a Hotel in  the Pepperstock Hills National Park, book illustrator Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

Mira had no such concerns, she had already taken into account that she might not see him again after December, but she was prepared to take that risk, so she decided that she would act on her feelings the next day, which was Halloween.  

 

Mira didn’t live in Dulcet on Willow, although she was born there, her parents moved the family to Dulcet Meadow when she was 11, so she had to drive to Willow.

She knew from talking to Clarissa that she and Alex would be away from the house all evening as they were going to a fancy-dress Halloween party.

Mira smiled to herself as she was wearing “Fancy

Dress” of her own.

It was 9 o’clock by the time she drove onto the Monroe’s drive and approached the front door.

 

Colin was enjoying a quiet night alone, there seemed to be a lot more coming and goings in the Monroe house than he remembered, so the prospect of spending the evening alone was very appealing, so he kicked off his shoes, slipped off his jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat and poured himself a drink.

After sitting alone quietly reading a book for about half an hour he was disturbed by the sound of the doorbell, his first thought was that it was trick or treaters, so he ignored it and poured himself another drink, then there was another more persistent ring, and he ignored it again, then came another even more persistent ring, so he got up and walked out to the hall and reluctantly opened the door.

He was just about to give the trespassers a piece of his mind when he realized it was Mira.

“Oh hello” he said “Come in”

 

Mira had never felt sexier as she did in that moment as she stood on the door step, or hornier for that matter, and she was determined that she would very soon use her sexiness in order to have Colin satisfy her urges.

 

As she walked past him into the hall he realized there was something different about her and as he looked her up and down he realized what it was, She was wearing heels instead of flats, and a short skirt revealing her lovely long legs.

“It’s a bit late for trick or treating” he said

“And which would you choose “Trick or treat”?” she asked as she slipped off her coat

“Definitely a Treat” he replied

Mira took his reply as the green light and she pushed him back against the wall and kissed him and in response to his returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.

“Is everything black?” He asked after pausing the kiss

“Of course” she replied, and she wasn’t lying, even her pubes were dyed black

The kiss resumed and the combination of the all black attire, and the fact that he knew from Clarissa that it was her first kiss, was making his cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.

His hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her the surprising delight of pert little buttocks and after a few minutes she was relieved when he grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one under it.

When he had both hands up her skirt and settled on her silk clad buttocks, he determined she was wearing a teddy and a suspender belt.

She was pressed tight against him and her tongue continued to energetically explore his mouth as he pirouetted her so her back was now against the wall then he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim slowly towards the gusset were he unpopped the poppers one by one, and when the fourth had yielded his hands fondled the exquisite globes of liberated flesh of her well defined cheeks, even more delightful when naked.

Mira disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck instead and as she nuzzled his neck his hands traversed her landscape until one hand paused on her soft belly, poised to descend and as if to hasten its arrival Mira began nibbling at his collar bone, his neck, his earlobe, and then her tongue was in his ear, and she trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold and drifted through her lush bush, and he slipped a finger into her crack.

She stopped tonguing his ear the second his fingertip touched her crease and rested her forehead on his as she moaned at him.

Lacking any finesse on his part, and any self-control on hers, he quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in his face.

Mira’s panting mouth kissed his lips and her hand unsubtly settled on the waist of his trousers, and she immediately began undoing his belt, but Colin took hold of her hand and said

“As it’s your first time lets go upstairs”

“My first time?”

“Sorry I thought you were a virgin” he clarified

“Who told you that?”

“Clarissa mentioned it” he confessed

“Well I am” she admitted, “but treat me as if I wasn’t”

Mira then walked to the middle of the room and sank to her knees on the Persian rug.

And as she did he undid his trousers and knelt behind her so he could do her on all fours on floor, as she clearly wanted.

“I’ll be gentle baby” he said and she looked at him over her shoulder and replied

“There’s no need”

So he lifted her skirt off her buttocks and he entered her superlatively tight pussy and her response was instant and loudly appreciative.

“We should do this upstairs,” he said

“Shut up and do me,” Mira begged, so he obliged

Her skirt kept falling down over her buttocks as he banged her so he grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped his fingers inside her waistband , while the other hand caressed her rump and to the casual observer it would have looked like he was a bronco rider as Mira’s head was rolling wildly from side to side, swishing her hair as she bucked and howled as he banged into her again and again, until through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and he exploded inside her.

 

Afterwards Mira stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing as he pulled out.

“Wow that was even better than I’d hoped” she said and chuckled

“Was this what you planned then?” he asked her

“Yes” she replied and after a few minutes the panting Miss Cooke got unsteadily to her feet and redressed herself.

 “Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her stockings.

“What?” he asked

 “I’ve ruined my stocking, that wasn’t part of the plan” she said and laughed

“I wouldn’t worry, you won’t need stockings where we’re going” he said and took hold of her hand and led her upstairs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (336) Jolly Hockey Sticks

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but she was back home for Halloween as they were heading to Finchbottom for a fancy dress Halloween Party and he was picking Clarissa up from her house, he was dressed as a Roman, but he had no idea what she was going to be wearing, she had been very secretive about it, but she said he would love it.

So he drove next door and got out and let himself in her house and shouted

“Clarissa! Where are you?, we’re going to be late”

“I’m in the kitchen” she called back so he walked across the hall and into the kitchen and found Clarissa lying draped provocatively across the kitchen Island, wearing her claret and blue hockey kit, casually teasing a her nipple through the Claret fabric of her shirt with one hand and fingering herself with the other.

“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked “or is punctuality more important”

“Punctuality is always important” he replied “but it is also rude not to except a gift when its offered”

“I know how much you dislike tardiness so I started without you to save time” she said coyly

“So I can see,” Alex said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself up the leg of her pale blue knickers, and he lifted his toga to release his stirring beast, and then he stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.

When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm and then she lustily sucked the tangy grease from her fingers he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.

Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the island, Clarissa’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her up her knicker leg.

“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”

He withdrew ready to go again, but so impatient was she that Clarissa wrapped her skinny legs around him and pulled him back into her, and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.

Alex gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the Island to brace herself and Clarissa gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the counter harder with each thrust.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and

and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms he shot and Alex looked down at the sweaty panting ginger beauty in her hockey kit, and he found himself wondering how many other outfits from her schooldays she still had in her wardrobe.

As he withdrew down the leg of her pale blue hockey knickers, he looked down at his handiwork

“Your lovely hockey knickers are saturated” he said proudly “you won’t be able to wear them tonight”

“It’s ok” she said “I have two spare pairs in my hand bag”

“Why two?” he asked

“Well it not like you’re not going to stop on the way to the party” she said as she pulled her wet pants down her thighs “and fuck me again, in our lay-by”

There layby was on the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond, on the other, and it had been the sight of many lusty adventures between them.

“I have clearly created a monster” he said and kissed her “a cute nubile monster, but a monster nonetheless”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (335) Home Visit

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was his love affair with Jane that drew him back to Willow in October.

 

Greg was only back in Willow for a few days, because he missed being with Jane, and she missed him but because she worked in the Bloomfield Pharmacy with her parents it was more difficult for her to get up to see him, because she worked almost every Saturday and every fourth Sunday it was the Duty Chemist for the area.

So they arranged to meet on Saturday after the shop shut, they couldn’t however meet at his house because his brother Alex was entertaining his girlfriend Clarissa, who was home from University for the weekend, so he was meeting her at her parents flat above the shop, as they were away for the night in Abbottsford, celebrating their anniversary.

When he got to the shop it was in darkness, but he could see lights on in the flat above, so he pressed the button on the intercom, and after thirty seconds a voice said.

“Yes?”

“Hi Hon, it only me” Greg said and the only response was the buzzing of the lock, so he pushed open the door and climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top he found Jane standing pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back with her jet black hair tied in pigtails and she was wearing her old school uniform.

“Hello Mr Monroe” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”

“Oh” he said and then it dawned on him that little Janie was in the mood for a little role-play

“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she closed the door behind him

“Yes you look very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.

“Would you like to see my toys?” Janie asked

“Yes please” he replied, “I think I’d like that”

“Come on then” she said and darted along the corridor.

As he followed the giggling schoolgirl it occurred to him that he’d never seen her bedroom.

He reached the corner just in time to see Jane skip into her room and he quickly followed her, the room was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.

She was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her huge unfettered breasts.

“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked

“I can already see them,” he said

“My toys” she said and giggled “not my boobies”

“Yes I would like to see them” he replied and Janie turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording him a great view of her navy blue knicker covered arse.

“This one is called Bunny, this one is called Henry” she said “and this one is called Charlie”

“Oh, I like Charlie’s” he said as he reached around her and fondled her breasts

“Oh Mr Monroe, I don’t think Mummy and Daddy would like you playing with my cuddlie’s like that” she said

“Well show me more cuddlie’s then” he said, “what’s that one called, right at the other end?”

He reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger, and as she did so he reached up under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she said a second before his fingers slipped into her creamy gash and Janie buried her face in the mound of cuddlies and moaned loudly as he buried his fingers into her cunny.

Greg was perfectly positioned behind her, where he could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and extricate his cock from his trousers with the left, and It wasn’t long before he brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.

“Oh Mr Monroe” she gasped, minus the lisp.

He removed his viscous fingers from her pink moist pussy and using his left hand, guided his cock towards its juicy destination.
“Ohhh” Jane said as he penetrated her, “So good”

Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as he skewered her syrupy quim and as he shortened his stroke, the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall, before Jane screamed a loud muffled scream into her toys and a second later he erupted inside her, and just before he withdrew his sticky shaft from her, he thought to himself that having Jane in her own bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence.

 

On Sunday they spent the afternoon and evening more conventionally in his bed, where words of love were exchanged in the afterglow, while Alex took Clarissa back to Abbottsford.