Friday, 29 July 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (368) New Year’s Day

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where the New Year had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

James and Danielle had been an item for a few weeks and could barely keep their hands off each other and they spent almost every night together and they made love before going to sleep and before getting up in the morning. 

So, on New Year’s Day James had Danielle bent over on the bed beneath him with his cock still inside her, she had her face buried in the duvet and she was quivering after the exertion, while panting and sighing.  

She sighed even louder when he withdrew from her cunny, and he kissed the small of her back.

He knew that Danielle wouldn’t get up and dress with him in the room, even though they had made love countless times, and he had seen her beautiful body up close and personal on many of those times, so he left her to sort herself out and went into the bathroom to give her some privacy.

He had seen every inch of her gorgeous body during love making and he had penetrated every orifice and she had zero inhibitions during sex.

She was great at flirting and flaunting and she loved dressing up and showed no shyness precoitally while she was clothed, but her inhibitions reared their ugly head when it came to postcoital nakedness.

However, he sat on the edge of the bath and thought to himself how much he loved her and especially her modesty and shyness.

 

When he opened the bathroom door Danielle was shuffling towards him, still buttoning her blouse with her eyes fixed firmly on the task.

When she finally looked up and saw him watching her, she immediately went scarlet and looked away.

James took hold of her arm and pulled her towards him, and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him in a vice like grip.

“I can’t believe you’re still shy” He said “after what we just did, and after all the fantastic sex we have”

Danielle didn’t answer

“But I love it that you are” he added

“Really?” Came a muffled query

“Yes” he replied “In fact it’s why I love you so much

“You love me?” she asked in a childlike voice.

“Yes, so you’ll have to come out from my chest and give me a kiss” he added

“A kiss?” she asked

“Yes, I must have a kiss” he insisted “Because I love you”

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

“I love you too”

James put his hand on her chin and lifted it gently up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and immensely enjoyable kiss.

In fact, it was such a deeply satisfying kiss that he began undressing her again and she offered no resistance. 

Thursday, 28 July 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (367) New Year’s Eve

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town, on New Year’s Eve, where Hannah Yates and Mike Roast were in the disabled toilet of the Sharpington Public Library, where Mike was still in Hannah.

She was bent over, with one hand on the cistern and the other on the grab rail when he exploded inside her.

But when he heard a noise, he quickly withdrew.  

“Quick pull your pants up” Mike said and slapped her cheek which wobbled deliciously “Someone’s coming”

“Is it me?” she asked hopefully as she straightened up and put her hairy chuff away.

“I know what you were doing in there you dirty pair” a voice shouted as they snuck out of the disabled loo.

“Run” he shouted and grabbed her hand, but there was a security guard between them and freedom, so they ran round the corner 

“We need to hide” he suggested

“Ok” she said, and they ducked into the first room they came to and closed the door.

It was a small reading room, so they hid behind the heavy serge drapes.

After a few minutes they heard the door open, but it closed again after less than a minute and then the security guard had gone, by which time Hannah was horny again, doubtless spurred on by the danger of discovery, and the fact that she really was a dirty little trollope, so she had her hand on his cock again, and a few moments later it was in her mouth.

They finished their dirty adventure when Mike fucked her against the fire exit door.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (366) Boxing Day Cover

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

 

Hannah and Mike were both university students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were doing different degrees and had never met before they started working at the Sandcastle.

They got on very well despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her, and even though Hannah really had the hots for him as well, nothing happened.

She knew he liked her; she’d caught him looking at her on more than one occasion but despite her dropping hints he never asked her out.

Hannah was an old-fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a boy out, she preferred to be more Suttle and use her allure.

Which of course didn’t work, even though she’d given him all the signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting the message.

So after having worked together for a number of months she decided that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.

To that end Danielle had made sure they were working alone at the lunchtime session on Boxing Day to aid Hannah in her conquest.

She was further aided by the weather as Sharpington was hit by heavy snow, which kept away all but the hardiest of punters.

So, she had ample opportunity for some heavy duty flirting in between serving customers, for the last half an hour they had no customers at all so when she wasn’t flirting, she was formulating her plan, so at 13.59 she said

“We might as well shut up now”

“Ok” he agreed

“You lock the door while I have a pee” she added

By the time he had finished securing the doors and switching off the fruit machines Hannah reappeared behind the bar with nothing on below the waist except for an apron and when she bent over in front of him, he could see everything he’d ever desired, her round pert arse, her dewy pink lips and sprouts of red hair visible against the white skin of her thighs and she looked back at him and asked.

“Do you see anything you like?”

“Yes everything” he replied, and she stood up and removed her apron

“Then come and get it while its hot” she said invitingly

“James and Danielle won’t be back for at least an hour”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Well before we go any further, I have to know something” she said as she stood close up to him.

“Are you going to ask me out?”

“Only if the answer is yes” he replied

“I’m standing here with my fanny on display, do you really think I might say no?”

“Well, it’s obvious when you put it like that” he remarked

“So?”

“So will you go out with me Hannah?”

“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him

“So?” she asked holding him off

“So why didn’t you ask me out before?”

“I was working up to it” he replied

“Working up to it?” she retorted

“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”

“You still haven’t answered my question” he reminded her

“Which was?”

“Which was. will you go out with me Hannah?”

“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled

“Shut up and kiss me” Mike said and took her in his arms and kissed her then he picked her up and sat her on the counter.

He pulled her knees apart and began kissing her leg and 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 Hannah had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

After making her cum he stood up and tried to put her Christmas jumper over her head, but she stopped him and said

“No, you first”

“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.

Hannah had slipped her hand down to her pussy while he was stripping and when he was naked, she stared at his significantly sizzed cock and said.

“Happy Christmas to me”

He was now permitted to pull her Jumper off over her head and play with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mike twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.

“Oh Mike” she moaned “At last”

Mike thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.

“Mike, Mike” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her, and her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.

Hannah’s breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short, measured strokes she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.

“My God Mike” she purred

“It was ok then?” He panted

“You know damn well it was” she retorted “it was so worth waiting for”

They stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him and when he lifted the knickerless Hannah off the bar top they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.

Mike quickly redressed and Hannah gathered up her discarded clothes so she could go to the loo and freshen up down below and don some dry knickers so she could take him back to her mum’s house so he could get her wet again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (365) Boxing Day

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

It was snowing lightly when they set off and Danielle was very nervous as she hadn’t met any of his family yet, they’d both spent Christmas day with their own respective families.

Her nerves were not improved when she saw the house, she was expecting it to be large, with it being in Nob Hill, but she wasn’t prepared for the grandeur of the Mosely home.

 

“Hi mum” he said and kissed her “Everyone made it then”

“Oh yes dear” she confirmed “We have a real house full”

“This is my girlfriend Danielle” James said, and Danielle felt such pride to here that simple statement

“Hello Mrs. Mosely” she said “Pleased to meet you”

“And you dear” she responded “but call me Wendy, now go on through”

When they went into the family room, they got a very rousing welcome”

There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge eating and drinking, all of whom were either Mosely’s or partners of Mosely’s, it was a good-sized room, which had three large sofas and assorted armchairs, but even so it was never intended to comfortably seat twenty-one people.

After roaming the room introducing his girlfriend to those assembled, he looked around the room for somewhere to sit, some guests sat on the floor, but James led Danielle to the window seat in the bay window.

When they were seated it left a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.

As luck would have it, for his benefit at least, his height and position afforded him a great view down the tops of the two of the girls seated on the sofa, one of them, a skinny braless girl was his cousin Anne who had tits like roof tillers nail bags, but her girlfriend Alison had a fine pair contained in a pink lacy number about two sizes two small and definitely not up to the job, in fact the cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of pink lace.

Danielle suddenly slapped his thigh and whispered in his ear

“Are you looking at her tits?”

Whispering seemed unnecessary as the room was so noisy, she could have used a bull horn, and no one would have overheard her.

“Yes of course, what a stupid question” he replied above a whisper

“You’re a dirty bastard” Danielle said laughing then she held his hand and gave it a squeeze, then she put her hand on his lap and started stroking his sleeping soldier, who was already half awake.

“Already?” she asked wide-eyed

James shrugged nonchalantly, and she continued stroking.

A few minutes later Alice, the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.

“Here you two look at this” and Danielle leant over the sofa between Anne and Alison, looking at something on Alison’s phone.

James could see from where he was but wasn’t really interested but the other three were laughing at a YouTube clip as James slid his hand up Danielle’s skirt, but she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when he caressed her buttocks, nor when he stroked her inner thigh, only a few moments later after his fingers started to rub her pussy did she call a halt to his mischief and sat back down, but she turned and smiled him a saucy smile and placed his hand between her knees.

Where they were seated was perfect for their purposes, it was a dead end, it was poorly lit, and they could see everyone else, but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.

While his hand slid purposefully between her thighs, hers had returned to his growing erection and she stroked his cock through his trousers.

When his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

However, the consequence of her action was that it stretched the fabric tight across her gusset, so his digits were no longer in contact with her minge.

To remedy the situation, he used his fingernail to tear the material and push his fingers straight through the gusset; his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants to her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached the recipient of his lust clenched her buttocks as she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.

 

In the few short weeks since she gave him her cherry they were at it all the time, apart from when she was on the “cotton mouse”, and he could always bring her quickly to the boil, but that afternoon, because they were in a room full of people, her arousal was intense, and she came in record time, as she buried her face in the velvet curtains.

No one heard her cum, it was still far too noisy in the room, and the curtains muffled her exclamation.

But James didn’t let up, in fact the moment she relaxed his finger went in her and she let out an audible gasp, but again no one heard with the decibel level as high.

But he wouldn’t be able to take her too much farther than making her come once more, because even with the background noise they would almost certainly hear miss Brannigan come a third time.

As it happened just when he was getting her well lathered up for her second climax, the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped, and Wendy took center stage to make an announcement.

Danielle tutted loudly and pulled his finger out of her pussy and closed her thighs tight.

“I’m sorry to break up the party” she said “But it’s snowing furiously, so some of you might want to make a move, those who want to stay on are quite welcome, we have plenty of bedding in case we get snowed in”

James smiled because Danielle liked plenty of bedding, and he was just going to share his little joke with her when he noticed she had a face like thunder as she turned to him and demanded through gritted teeth

“Take me home and fuck me”

Then she got up and prepared to leave, but James hesitated, after all when you’re a woman and the fun has to stop, she is merely leaving the room with sticky knickers, but James had his pants filled with a huge boner, standing up was difficult enough, and painful, and so was walking, but the main problem was concealment.
Behind the sofa it went unseen but even in a crowded room it was almost another person, so he tapped Danielle on the shoulder
“What?” she snapped impatiently, and he indicated his predicament with his eyes and she looked down and smiled, then she took off her cardigan held it in front of his bulging trousers.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically and he nodded and gingerly followed her, joining the queue out of the room.
In front of them in the queue was his cousin Anne and her big breasted girlfriend and once out in the hallway when they had retrieved their coats Anne turned to James and asked

“Can we drop you off?”

“Yes please” Danielle replied, eager to get home as soon as possible and be rewarded with some cock.

Before James grabbed their coats he gave her, her cardigan back and she discreetly squeezed the lump in his trousers and whispered

“Thank you horny,”

 

From the moment they were asked if they wanted a lift Anne hadn’t stopped chatting inanely, and it didn’t stop after James and Danielle got into the back of her car, so the second Anne drove off Danielle grabbed his hand and pushed it urgently up her skirt so he 

could resume his fingering in her moist knickers.

Wendy hadn’t been kidding when she said it was snowing furiously so the journey took longer to drive than it had to walk it earlier in the day.

So, by the time Anne dropped them outside the Sandcastle Danielle’s pussy was properly on fire.

 

They hurried towards the pub entrance, as much as they could given the slippery conditions, and when they reached the pub Danielle’s slippery condition was making her somewhat impatient.

As soon as James unlocked the door she pushed him through it and she followed quickly behind unbuttoning her coat as she went, and by the time he had locked and bolted the door again her coat and cardigan were in a heap on the floor, and as soon as James turned around she grabbed his belt and pulled him toward her and began undoing his belt, and with great manual dexterity she unbuckled the belt, unfastened his trousers and yanked out his cock.

“You are a very impatient girl” he said, and she let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she unceremoniously enlarged the hole he had made in the crotch of her tights and pulled her soggy panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she demanded in a very saucy voice and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself onto him, and his cock was so hard, and her pussy so wet it only took one attempt, with James gripping a buttock in each hand, to achieve full penetration.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”

She was kissing his mouth and snorting through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.

Danielle began to lose momentum and they stopped kissing and her course rasping breaths urged him on, so he pushed her back against the wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

Having her pinned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips, the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder, as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster, as James continued banging her against the wall.

As they neared the summit, they were both tiring and James was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom, or drag her down to floor, however they found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting told him she was desperately close and with a squeal Danielle cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later, emptying his aching sack into her grateful cunny.

 

They couldn’t have said how long they stood there panting, locked in passions embrace, they just knew it felt good and they didn’t want it to end.

“Damn” she panted, “that was fucking marvelous”

“Or marvelous fucking” he suggested, and Danielle laughed lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured in unison.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (364) Christmas Eve

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where it was going to be a big night on Christmas Eve at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

It was compulsory for the staff to wear Christmas outfits, though not the customers, but much to their credit many of them did anyway, by varying degrees.

Barmaids Ausra and Angela were dressed as an Elf and a Fairy respectively and James was in a Santa suit, but when they were setting up for the evening, Danielle was wearing the same Christmas sweater and leggings she had worn on Christmas Jumper day when she felt the benefit of James’s cock for the first time.

As far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, he loved the way her ample braless breasts constantly rearranged themselves inside her sweater.

At 7.30 Danielle disappeared upstairs for half an hour and when she came down, she had changed outfits.

When she emerged through the door, she had tinsel in her brunette hair, and she was wearing a red Dress adorned with candy canes and snowflakes.

It had a figure-hugging bodice with a daring neckline and flared knee length skirt with white fur trim.

Her gorgeous legs were clad in red and white striped stockings, and she stood atop red stiletto pixie boots.

“Wow” he exclaimed as he was wiping the bar in readiness for the next punter and he thought she looked really cute, and he looked forward to liberating her from her Christmas outfit after closing time.

“I love your stripy tights”

“They’re not tights” she retorted and gave him a saucy grin as she lifted the hem of her dress. 

“They’re stockings”

Then she lifted it higher to show off her sexy red satin Cami knickers with white lace round the legs.

“Gorgeous” he said as he felt a swelling in his pants that would be with him for the rest of the night.

 

It was a busy night as you would expect for Christmas Eve and the tills were ringing and the tip jar overflowed, but there were moments of respite, and it was in one of those that she said

“I hope you have something special for me tonight, Santa”

“I’m almost certain that you’re on the naughty list” James retorted

“No, I’m on the nice and naughty list” Danielle said and giggled

“Well, I don’t think I have any presents left” he said

“Oh, but Santa, I’ll be really good” she said and began groping at his crotch.

“I’m sure you’ll be good, but you’ll still be a naughty girl” he said just as a group of giggle girls approached the bar.

About half an hour later she went in the kitchen to get more ice and he followed her and snook up on her and ran his hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her Cami Knickers and squeezed her bum cheek.

“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”

“Get them off did you say?” he asked

“Get off” she repeated still giggling

“No problem at all” James said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then he spanked her bare arse twice and went back to the bar.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises amidst a chorus of Merry Christmases and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door.

Normally Danielle would help James cash up but not that night because the moment James reached the bar, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and clamping her hot mouth over his and as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth she snorted noisily through her nose.

James took full advantage during the passionate kiss and grappled up her skirt and found her stocking tops and suspenders, as his hand explored further up, he was surprised to find the crotch of her satin knickers were already damp.

He broke away from her embrace and said

“Let’s get you upstairs, Santa has a present for you”

“Oh goody” Danielle said excitedly “where is it?”

“I think you know very well where it is” said Santa “Let’s go upstairs and find it”

“Oh, I don’t think we need to go upstairs” she said as she vigorously stroked his cock, before pushing him backwards until he had to sit down on one of the big chairs, then she sat on his lap and kissed him passionately.

The moment her arse hit his lap his hand disappeared beneath the hem of her skirts until they reached the top of her thigh and she squirmed on his lap murmuring as he entered her satin panties, and his fingers were amongst the coarse hair of her Minge.

Danielle moaned softly as his digits explored her bush and dallied before they descended into to the abyss of her creamy cunny, and she let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit.

She moaned in pleasure at his touch as she stroked her juicy cunny and every moan and grunt, she made brought her closer and closer to orgasm until finally she screamed out as she came beneath his touch.

When the hot and heavy petting was over, they quickly stood up and he bent Mrs. Claus over on the big chair and yanked her red satin Cami Knickers off her pert arse exposing her cute cheeks and her whiskered lips, then he removed the belt from his waist and threw open his jacket, under which he was naked, and he plugged his festive cock right into her creamy wetness.

“Do you like your present?” he asked

“Oh yes Santa” she panted as he banged her from behind “Oh yes I love it Santa”

She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled

“Oh my God” and Santa emptied his sack

“Damn” she said “that was really dirty” she said as he pulled out of her

“I’m sorry” he said

“Don’t be sorry” she said as she wriggled out of her knickers “I love dirty”

“Then get upstairs and you can have some more” he suggested, and she was already running to the door before he finished the sentence 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (363) Christmas Display

 

The Dulcets were 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 was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day everyone except youngest son Johnny Marshall, had gone into Abbottsford to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.

Johnny didn’t go because he was working until lunchtime so when he got home the house was empty.

Before he had lunch, he went upstairs to change out of his work clothes but when he opened the bedroom door, he found the room was not empty, and his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings was stood in the middle of his room completely naked wearing only jewelry, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Her huge breast hung like ripe fruit, and her glorious freshly laundered lush hairy bush was on full display, and Chantal was looking straight at him.

“Er…um…er” he stuttered, and Chantal laughed, and when she saw him staring at her muff, his eyes on stalks and mouth wide open her smile widened, but Johnny backed out of the room and closed the door and went downstairs to the kitchen.

 

About five minutes later, went he was making himself a sandwich, Chantal appeared in the doorway wearing a Christmas sweater and leggings. 

“Didn’t you like what you saw?” she asked as she walked towards him smiling

“You know I did” he replied and turned to face her

“Do you want to see it again?” Chantal asked

“No” he replied

“Why ever not?” she asked with not a hint of a smile remaining on her face.

“Because I want to touch it” he replied, and his hand went inside her leggings

“Oh God that’s so much better than looking” she purred  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (362) The Double Christmas Gift

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas was in full swing, at The Sandcastle Arms, which was where pretty 18-year-old Angela Panzera worked as a barmaid.

 

Ever since she lost her virginity twice in one week, once to her beautiful Lithuanian work mate Ausra Malinauskaite and the second time to her brother’s boss, Scott White, she had become insatiable and couldn’t get enough.

However, in the week before Christmas things were so busy, she ended up on short rations.

Work at the Sandcastle Arms was mad busy, so she was having to do extra shifts, then there was the Christmas shopping, seasonal entertainment and family events, and it was the latter, where they met each other’s families that she met Scott’s favourite sibling Rachael.

It was partly because of that, that had eaten disproportionately into their nookie time, because Scott was struggling to find a suitable gift for her.

But when she did get the chance for a shag she took full advantage of it, which was why in the two hours overlap between him finishing work and her starting they were in his flat.

He reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the bed and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked at her clamshell.
“Oh God” she moaned and one of her shoes fell off which broke the spell so she rolled away

“Get naked  and get on the bed” she barked and disposed of her remaining shoe, wriggled free of her skirt and kicked away her tights and knickers off her feet and clambered onto his chest to present her hot ripe pussy to his waiting mouth, and he kissed her gash, nibbled the flesh of her labia, making her moan and gasp and then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar, and his animal noshing  made her come once, twice then three times, her fanny farting in hoarse whispers.

 

Angela could wait no longer and climbed off his face and stripped off her remaining clothes and he lay their watching her strip, his face covered in her juice.

“I’ve thought of the perfect gift for Rachael” she said when she was poised on top of him, just before thrusting her eager young cunny onto his erection.

“Oh, that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on him again and again as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she expertly performed on him so satisfyingly.

Unlike the previous times she had ridden him, she remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans from herself.

Not needing to intercede Scott just gripped her pert buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice, and she screamed as he shot into her.

“Oh, God yes”

 

“So, what’s the perfect gift you thought of between orgasms?” he asked as they lay in the afterglow

“Oh yes I almost forgot” she giggled

“It’s rather clever” 

“How so?”

“Well, it kills two birds with one stone, one for Rachael and one for Ausra” she explained

“I don’t understand” he said

“Well, Ausra isn’t just a barmaid, she’s also a masseur” Angela said

“And Rachael would like that?” he asked doubtfully 

“She would if it were an erotic massage” Angela said

“And does Ausra do that?

“Oh yes, and she’s very good at it” she confirmed “or so I have been reliably informed”

“Oh, ok then” he said and kissed her forehead and she smiled as she remembered the erotic massage, she received which culminated with her sitting on Ausra’s face, and recalling it got her wet.

“Have we got time for another one before I go?” she asked as she toyed with his arousing cock.