Choice Tales from the Vale – (356) Inside a Christmas Sweater

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from 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, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But it’s in the beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles

situated to the west of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the Hotel was dressed for Christmas.

Whereas Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she was very lusty indeed.

She was a tall and slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over. 

Morella liked two things in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.

She loved sex and always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short since.

However, if she was unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.

Of course, working as the night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust, because she wasn’t fussy.  

Apart from her bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body shape, or hair colour.

She liked the tall, short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to multiple partners.

 

The Hotel was exceptionally busy with Christmas fast approaching so there were extra staff as well as extra hours for existing staff, which meant extra money for Morella, and that did come in very handy.

It did curtail her sexual pursuits somewhat, but she would make up for lost times after Christmas.

Doing the extra hours meant didn’t necessarily mean doing the extra hours in your normal job, you could end up working in any department, so for a lot of the time Morella had to give up the reception desk and her smart clothes.

So, on the second Sunday of advent she was dressed in old leggings, unflattering footwear and a baggy sweater as she and bar manager Geoff Bolden were paired together.

She liked Geoff, he was a quiet good-looking man in his early forties, slim, almost elegant in stature and she thought he smelt gorgeous.

He was a widow and Morella had already used her well-practiced seductive skill set and finessed him into shagging her, and they had repeated the experience many times over the following few weeks, and she thought sex with him was very pleasurable, but she moved on to pastures new because he wasn’t dynamic enough to take the lead, she always had to seduce him.

However, there was no awkwardness between them despite the fact they hadn’t fucked since the summer.

“Come on” he said, and he and Morella walked down the steps down to the wine cellar.

It was no more than a minute or so after she’d put down the box she was carrying before he was on her and took her firm young body in his arms and kissed her.

She acquiesced in her response, so he began to fumble inside her sweater and quickly rummaged his way through the scant layers of cotton and silk until he reached her bare flesh and then moments later his hands were on her plump tits.

In response to his unexpected, yet welcome assault, her hot mouth was clamped over his and her darting tongue explored every inch of it and she snorted noisily through her nose.

Morella’s mouth, lips and tongue kissed, licked and nibbled their way to his ear as Geoff’s hands were yanking her leggings off her buttocks and squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as well.

Once her knickers and leggings were at half-mast Geoff turned his attention to moister fare and his fingers dallied briefly amidst her lush bush, and Morella stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him a dirty smile and his finger slipped inside her creamy crease and her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he roughly fingered her.

Morella was pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged and she was loving every second of it, but she was ready now, she was so ready, which Geoff clearly sensed, because he turned her to face the wall and slid his left hand across her soft belly and firmly gripped her right hip and lifted her body off the ground, bringing her waiting wetness up to the height of his waiting shaft and gripping her tightly with his left arm he offered his erection up to her eager loins.

Morella gasped as he penetrated her,

“Oh God Geoff”

Continuing to support her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, her legs dangled and swung like she was a rag doll, and she was moaning uncontrollably as he went at her,

Getting ever closer to the threshold she panted through gritted teeth, and he grunted on every stroke until it ended with Morella’s scream of satisfaction as he exploded inside her, before they both collapsed to the floor.

“Wow Geoff” She panted “that’s what happens when you take the initiative”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (355) An Old Soldier on Parade

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from 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, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But it’s in the beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles

situated to the west of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the Hotel was dressed for Christmas.

Whereas Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she was very lusty indeed.

She was a tall and slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over. 

Morella liked two things in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.

She loved sex and always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short since.

However, if she was unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.

Of course, working as the night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust, because she wasn’t fussy.  

Apart from her bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body shape, or hair colour.

She liked the tall, short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to multiple partners.

 

Working as receptionist at the Clerembeax as Christmas fast approached, she set her sights on retired Downshire Light Infantry Officer, Major Robert Nipper.

He was in his early fifties and although he was called nipper, he was anything but, standing well over six foot, and according to the gossip from the chambermaids, he was hung like a cavalry horse.

He impressed her immediately with his military bearing, straight backed and erect, she certainly hoped the latter part of the description would be factual when she pounced.

 

It was 3 am when she saw him emerge through the front door and begin to unbutton his overcoat as he crossed the deserted foyer.

Morella very quickly caught his eye, and when she saw him walking her way, she hastily adjusted the gap of her blouse and teased her nipples to erection, by the time he reached her she was already getting wet in anticipation.

“Ah Morella you’re looking as lovely as ever”

“Hello Major, a good night?” she asked as she began fingering herself through her tights

“Very” he replied

“It could soon get even better” she thought as she felt her moisture penetrating the fabric. 

She saw him glance down her blouse, first at the strategically placed bit of pale silk bra strap, then he adjusted the angle of his head, so his eyes followed the strap down until he glimpses the lace edging of her bra.

His eyes widened as he looked deeper inside her blouse and discerned the dark shaped protrusions of deep pink nipples pushing through the silk her cup.

“Got you” she thought and smiled as her juice creamed her fingertips.

“So, what are you doing?” he asked, taking her by surprise, did he know she was rubbing her pussy?

“What?”

The thought that she had been discovered however didn’t halt her lusty caress, it just excited her more and got her wetter.

“What are you doing at this ungodly hour to keep yourself amused?” he elaborated

“Frigging my pussy” she said in her head, but out loud she replied “Crossword”

“Do you need some help?” he offered

“You could help by bending me over the desk and fucking me” was what she wanted to say but instead she smiled and replied

“Yes please”

Morella continued to frig while The Major walked round the back of the reception desk and only stopped when he was stood behind her.

She had unfastened another button, but thought she may have overdone it, so placed her unsullied hand on her blouse to reduce the gape.

“Ok so where’s this puzzle?” he asked as he put his hands on her shoulders but immediately lost interest when he looked down inside her gaping blouse to her plump young breasts incased inside their pale silk cups, she knew he was looking so she lowered the hand which was restricting his view, and he could see her deep pink nipples standing proud inside her bra.

Major Nipper took her action as an invitation, so much to her delight he slid his hands from her shoulders down inside her bra and cupped her plump breasts.

“I love your cherries Morella” he exclaimed as he toyed with her stiff teats, and she murmured her appreciation.

Morella completed the unbuttoning of her blouse and undid the catch between her breast to unrestrained her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse, could now enjoy them in all their splendour, and he was enjoying them, and she was loving his touch.

However, following her covert fingering, the excitement of sitting semi naked in the reception area while being fondled, and the anticipation of what she had been led to believe was a sizable piece of meat, she was incredibly horny.

The Captain was showing no sign of taking it to the next level and her pussy was on fire so she got up abruptly

“Follow me Major” she barked and walked through the door into the back office.

Once he was inside, she closed and locked the door and walked over to the desk where Morella coolly hitched her skirt up around her waist and pulled her knickers and tights down to her knees, before bending over the desk with her full weight on her elbows presenting her round pert arse, and moist pink pussy to him, open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.

Morella turned her head and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant,

“Come on Soldier it’s time to use your weapon”

The Major undid his trousers and released his swollen member and Morella gasped.

“It’s even bigger than the chamber maids said it was”

He stepped behind her and before penetration he inserted a digit between her sticky lips, liken to checking the oil level on an engine and she let out a low appreciative moan.

He tucked in behind her and knowing the temperature of the water he plunged right in and speared her hot cunny, and Morella sucked in air through her teeth as his huge cock penetrated her and then moaned whorishly with each penetration and he grunted in turn.

It was not a long-drawn-out affair as both of them were at a heightened state of horniness due to her covert masturbation and his lack of any recent “active service”, so they grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax, and she slumped onto the desk.

 

After a farewell kiss he walked to the lift with a spring in his step after a very satisfactory sexual skirmish.

Morella was feeling very pleased with her own performance even though she would have to spend the next 3 hours sitting in reception with very sticky knickers.

She lasted an hour before she removed them and her tights, she thought it quite appropriate to go commando, after all it was a soldier who got her so sticky.

For the last hour of her shift, she began to employ her dirty digits under this desk again, this time there were a lot more people milling around so it got her hotter and wetter than ever.     

Fortunately, when her shift was over, she was joining the Major in his room for some more prolonged maneuvers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (354) New Year’s Day

Pepperstock Hills National Park stretched from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracted a variety of visitors.

The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where owner and manager of the Black Swan Hotel, Greg Monroe lived.

It was on a bitter cold New Years Day and Greg was tucked up cosily in bed in his cottage when he was disturbed by a knock at the door.

He put on his dressing gown and opened the door to find his girlfriend Jane standing there, and he was surprised to see her there, as he hadn’t expected her until around lunchtime as she was driving up from Willow.

“Hello…” he began but before he could say more she had pushed him inside and closed the door behind her, discarded her coat, hat and gloves and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him and the moment their lips met she redeployed her hands to make inroads into his dressing gown and immediately made contact with his swelling cock.

Greg decided under the circumstances not to enquire why she was early until later, and used one of his hands to unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Jane obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away he was able to see her formidable breasts encased behind black lace, then he repeated the operation with the other sleeve and the dress fell away to the floor and she used her tiny feet to kick it away.

Greg glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of her cute little arse as she stood before him in just her underclothes, tights, and ankle boots.

He unhooked her bra, but he didn’t wait to discard the garment, his hands moved straight to the prizes and cupped them and toyed with her stiffening nipples.

Their mouths disengaged briefly, and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness, and then they kissed again as he slid his hands down inside her tights and knickers to fondle the flesh of her cute plump cheeks.

It took little or no effort to roll her tights down her buttocks to the top of her thighs, and then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and carried her upstairs and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankles, slipped off her boots and began peeling her tights from her legs.

When she was naked he gave her a thorough appraisal, as he slipped out of his dressing gown, and her eyes were fixed on his huge erection, while his eyes hungrily consuming every inch of her, from the stiffened nipples on her plump tits via her flat stomach to her gloriously black bush.

He dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to his goal.

As he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Jane laying there with her eyes closed, biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

 

Once he had satisfied both Jane and his animal appetite, he began kissing his way up her young body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, stopping when he reached her breasts where he sucked on her stiffened teats while he fingered her heat with two fingers, and Jane moaned deliciously as he frigged her, and she barked like a seal as she came, and he raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.

Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva. he put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him, so he could kiss her.

Despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.

Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.

Greg was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him, with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.

She spread her legs wide and the juicy target was at the perfect height to receive him and she sucked in air through her teeth as his huge cock penetrated her, and Jane’s skinny legs wrapped around him. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (353) New Year’s Eve

It was New Years Eve and Alex Monroe and Clarissa St Claire were staying at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere where they were attending a Hogmanay party.

The first thing Clarissa wanted to do when they arrived was test the bed springs, which she did, in a very accomplished manner after which they indulged themselves by using all the Hotel facilities, until she wanted to test the bed again.

 

Alex Monroe was standing in front of the Mirror in their 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 pantless under that kilt again”

“Of course,” he said, and she picked up her clutch bag

“Good to know, now let’s go”

“Clarissa! I want to ask you something” he said

“Well ask me on the way” she said and opened the door and before he had chance to object, she was gone and by the time he caught up with her she was stepping into the lift.

“Clarissa!” he called

“Come on I’m hungry” she said and pressed the lobby button “Ravenous in fact”

“I always get ravenous when I’ve been ravished” she added and chuckled

“Clarissa, I want to ask you something” he said and pressed the stop button

“No, you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped

“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”

“That’s very disappointing to hear but that’s not what I wanted to ask” he corrected her

“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Clarissa asked

“Clarissa St Claire, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he barked

“What?” Clarissa exclaimed

“Will you marry me?” he asked, and she looked at him open mouthed and he began to think it was too soon, she wasn’t ready for marriage.

“Damn, too soon, to soon” he chastised himself silently, and then she threw her arms around his neck and screamed

“Yes, Yes, and Yes”

“I have something for you in my sporran” he said and fished inside for the cheap little gold ring he’d bought in Purplemere just for the occasion and gave it to her

“This is just a symbol” he said, “We need to buy your ring together”

“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed him, but it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude, this was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“Now I’m more interested in what you have under your kilt than in your sporran” she said

“Then I think we need to get you back to the room,” he retorted, breaking away from her embrace.

“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand beneath his sporran, and his manhood swelled in response, but he broke away again and insisted urgently

“We really need to go”        

“No” she retorted again and began to lift up his kilt.

“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly reached under the kilt for his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.

After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his knob before taking his cock in her mouth.

“I really think we should …” he began, but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft, he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh Clarissa” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him that familiar leer which said

“Now you can fuck me”

The problem was how, the where was obvious as they were in the lift, and it was a fairly safe bet that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.

However while he was dithering about trying to think how to give her what she wanted, the new decisively dirty Clarissa took control of the situation, when she turned her back on him and hiked up her evening dress until it was gathered around her waist, then she leant against the wall with her naked arse pointed provocatively at him, her pale cheeks quivering in the bright elevator lights.

So, he lifted his kilt and inched up behind her and he got in close 

and bending his knees slightly he thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.

“Nice” she said as he slipped into her.

As he gave her more of the same, she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.

It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Clarissa barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt as he shot his load.

Alex withdrew and quickly rearranged his highland dress while a panting Clarissa stood motionless insitu and he slapped her quivering white buttock.

“Does this mean were engaged” he asked

 

After their engagement party in the lift, Clarissa made herself respectable, and repaired her makeup.

They decided that it might be imprudent to proceed to the lobby once they started the lift again, so they went up a floor and walked down the stairs and celebrated the New Year in style. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (352) Boxing Day

 

Greg and Jane hadn’t got together until Boxing Day, because she worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas, all be it before he met Jane, they were also working New Year’s Eve so in order to cut down on the travelling they booked a room at the Montague Beaumont Hotel in Highfinch, which was equidistant between Willow and Springwater.

So, on the afternoon of Boxing Day they both set off for their rendezvous, Jane from Willow, who made very good time on the relatively short distance, and Greg from Springwater who did not.

Greg got caught in a snowstorm and made very slow progress and his head was full of thoughts of his lovely girlfriend Jane.

It was 11 pm when he pulled into the Hotel carpark and when he looked up he saw most of the rooms were in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.

Greg quickly checked in and collected his key card and headed upstairs.

Once inside the room he deposited his bags and went straight over to the bed where Jane was lying on her back, naked on the bed bathed in pale moonlight from the window, so he quickly undressed and joined her on the bed.

He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up, beginning with her nipples, and having teased them to erection he took them in his mouth in turn, and he left her swollen saliva coated teats and watched her face for signs of wakefulness as his hand drifted across her belly to her fluffy black bush.

His hand dallied there briefly before coming to rest on her mound and he noticed she held her breath in anticipation of its progress so he knew she was only pretending to sleep, so after a moment his finger parted her lips like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

The first strokes of his finger on her pussy just added to her lip creaming, and the subsequent ones had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath his hand and lick her lips.

When he slipped two fingers into her cunny she murmured in response to his penetration but despite his fervent attentions she still pretended to be asleep.

So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night long he decided on a change of tack, in order to awaken her before he mounted her, or rather get her to wake from her pretend slumber.

Greg poked his finger as deep into his pussy as he could get it and made sure it was well coated with her cum when he withdrew it and then he screwed it up her tight anus and Jane gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.

“You dirty bastard” she said and kissed him, so he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and made her suck in air through her teeth.

“Oh Greg” She said and closed her eyes again as he penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish beneath him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (351) Alone on Christmas Day

 

Twenty-nine-year-old Jane Bloomfield was attractive rather than pretty, 5ft 8, with pale blue eyes, black hair, skinny legs and disproportionally large breasts and she was alone for Christmas Day.

Although technically she was anything but, as the flat above the Pharmacy was full of people, so she was alone in the sense that her boyfriend Greg Monroe was in Springwater up in the Pepperstock Hills.

He was the love of her life and she hadn’t seen him since their dirty weekend in Abbottsford for her birthday treat the weekend before and she wouldn’t be seeing him again until Boxing Day evening.

Because she worked at the pharmacy and they were duty Pharmacy for the Dulcet area on Christmas Day, and Greg had already committed to working Christmas, all be it before he met Jane.

Every night she’s alone her dreams are filled with images of the man she loved and vivid pictures of their love making which were plentiful and was also why she woke up every morning in her bed, incredibly horny.

Most days she would wake early enough to stroke herself off, but before she could deal with her arousal on Christmas morning her 6 year cousins charged into the room and leapt on the bed before she even got her finger wet.

Plan (b) was to deal with her arousal in the shower while the twins had their breakfast, which was all going very well until the water went cold.

“Bollocks” she snapped and turned the water off.

“Perfect bloody timing”

That only left Plan (c) so Jane dried herself and returned to her bedroom.

She knelt on the bed facing her dressing table mirror with a large white bath sheet wrapped around her and slipped her hand inside the folds of towelling and resumed fingering herself and she was instantly back on track.

Jane lifted the towel up and exposed her fluffy black bush to the mirror and her finger flicked at her clit furiously until her body jerked forward, once, twice, three times.

She paused, momentarily emersing her fingers deep inside herself and regreased her lips and began again.

This time she frigged even more earnesty, and the towel fell away from her so she was completely naked and as she lurched and bucked she became aware of voices on the landing.

Her fingers never faltered in their purpose as she turned and looked to the door.

“Don’t come in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head “Please let me finish”

The danger passed so she returned to her reflection and her torso jerked three times in quick succession and she soaked her fingers again before pressing on, as she knew she was on the home straight.

She began with her head back and her eyes closed, cupping her substancial breast, and panting hard.

Her breasts and buttocks were quivering in time with her intense fingering and when her upper body jerked forward in response she smiled at her reflection when she hit the sweet spot.

And then it was literally one spasm after another as her panting became hoarser and she began to vocalize with each successive jolt and she jerked further and further forward as she moaned louder and louder until she came one last time, ending in a panting moaning heap.

Jane remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she came, panting hard and when she raised herself up she first wiped first her fingers and then her pussy on the bath sheet and smiled smugly at her reflection before getting off the bed and going about her day. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (350) Christmas Reunion

 

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.

 

Unfortunately Clarissa and her family were Skiing in Vermont for 10 days, Alex was invited too, albeit begrudgingly, but he had to decline as he had a series of book illustrations to complete and deliver to the publishers before Christmas, and while she was gone he missed her terribly, but the day before Christmas Eve she returned.

 

When the St Claire’s got back to Willow Alex thought Clarissa would be eager to freshen up before paying him a visit but it seemed as if she had different plans, because less than 5 minutes after she had texted him to say she was back in the village, she was knocking on the front door.

“Hey” he exclaimed “I wasn’t expecting to see you until later”

“I missed you” she said and she had barely got through the front door before she was on him, being away had obviously made her really hungry for it, and her lips fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.

It was a very sensual kiss and his manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on his shaft.

Clarissa was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock, her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring him in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.

“Oh honey that’s so good” he said as she sucked him up good and proper, but before she got to enthusiastic he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.

Alex pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so I could get his hands under her hem.

Gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards, so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers.

He had been wondering if she was wearing any as in many of their sexual encounters when she was “Well up for it” she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants.

But on this occasion when he slid his hands around to her rear and groped her arse he found that she was. 

“You’re wearing knickers,” he said more than a little surprised

“It’s too chilly to go without” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”

“Not much chance of that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse, and he followed them down to her ankles and knelt before her neat ginger bush.

Clarissa was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up, but he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

Alex was ready to fuck her, but she wanted headfirst so in the spirit of the season he obliged her.

As he proceeded upward along her thigh he could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and twelve hours since it was last showered, and this heady fragrance spurred him on, he  had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

Clarissa let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up, and he had her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at cock height to receive him.

Once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot creamy cunny

“Ohhhhh God” she uttered “I’ve missed that”

Clarissa’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the wall, he had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the coat hook on the wall as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster, which sounded like he was  being applauded for his efforts.

As the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened the clapping grew in time until the sublime moment, he emptied his Christmas sac into her.

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

“Oh God I’m really glad to be back”

“It was ok then?” he asked

“Oh yes, very nice” she replied “Oh and Merry Christmas” 

 

 

After she had well and truly reunited herself with him and his very nicely indeed and when she was satisfied, he was allowed to take her home.

It was starting to snow as they walked along the drive, it was little more than a flurry really, barely even enough to qualify as a light shower, but they stood kissing goodnight long enough for them to get a dusting, and then he went home.

 

The next day was Christmas Eve and apart from the delivery of Christmas gifts and cards to friends and lovers, past and present, he had planned to spend most of it alone listening to Christmas music and watching schmaltzy movies on TV but he also spent some time thinking about Clarissa and their future.

I thought that the little bit of Christmas fun he’d had with Gloria a the weekend before, was his one and only betrayal, his last hurrah as it were, because the New Year had a new significance for him.

 

Clarissa meanwhile spent the day helping her mum with the preparations for the big day, and then she arrived at his place about seven o’clock, and as he’d put the presents underneath the tree that afternoon, she was like a child all evening.

It was probably because she had never had a boyfriend at Christmas before and as a result, she was over excited.

“Can I open a present?” she asked him every ten minutes.

“Just one, please, please, please”

And her excitement was getting right on his nerves and she kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them.

Finally, he relented and as he headed upstairs to the loo he said.

“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”

“Oh goody” she squealed

When he came back down stairs he was fully expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present, but instead he found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.    

“You go first” she said

Once he had un-wrapped his present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents, they were very nearly late for midnight mass.