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 – (433) The Christmas Library Domestic

 

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.

But this Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into the latter group.

Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited from his great uncle.

 

On his second day at the house, which was his first night, he couldn’t sleep so he went downstairs to the library to get a book.

It didn’t take him long to find something suitable and he switched the light off and was just opening the door when he was knocked off his feet by a figure coming the other way in the darkness.

They finished up prone on the ground and his assailant ended up laying on top of him, using his torch he shone it in the persons face and was surprised to see it was the cute house maid, Amy Galasso, but not quite as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue in his mouth, quite expertly.

Finding her on top of him and have her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue, and in his opinion, she was a damn good kisser, meant he was in danger of having a very pleasant Christmas to say the least.

Tristan certainly wasn’t expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unbutton his fly and pull out his semi erect member through the opening.

Although it didn’t stay semi for long because the moment the beast was free of its confines, she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first member she'd had her lips around.
“Oh Amy” he exclaimed

As she worked on him, he mused about still waters running deep, or more precisely, running deep throat.

It was at that moment that she stopped suddenly, startled by a noise, real or imagined, and quickly stood up. 

Amy backed into the recess between the shelves, and he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.

As they stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was quick and shallow.

After a minute or so, and satisfied that no one was approaching, her lips returned to his and her hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly, he unbuttoned the front of her maid’s uniform and fumbled inside her vest and unhooked her bra.

Once that was achieved his hands quickly moved to her small tits, surmounted by stiffened nipples, as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.

As her kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more frantic, he began to hoist up her uniform until he could gain access to her underwear.

He yanked down her cheap cotton knickers, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and bony arse.

Once her drawers were at knee height, where gravity took over, and Amy accommodated him by extracting her foot from the unwanted knickers.

Tristan then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her soft and squeezable cheeks, but he soon worked his way teasingly to her generous thicket and slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

She was still kissing him hard on the mouth and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose, and although still gripping his tool in one hand Amy used her other one to undo his trouser button but used both to yank down his clothes and bare his arse.

Tristan removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer into the corner with the bookshelves behind her and her narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the gap between some dusty tomes, but she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

“If I don’t let you to take advantage of me, will I lose my job?” she asked

“Whether we do or we don’t, you won’t lose your job” he said truthfully “I don’t want to do it unless you do”

“I do” she said and opened up for him and he slid into her and when he entered there was no resistance and the way she received his offering, wrapping herself around him pulling him deeper into her, Tristan knew she had received others before him, so he went at her greedily, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she was growling out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.

As he pumped her harder these turned to guttural groans, and as her pleasure heightened, they grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch, onward and onward, frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed, and a moment later he shot into her.

They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, with his cock still twitching inside her and her muscles contracting around his shaft, and she made several long pleasurable languorous sighs, so he kissed her neck and she hugged him tightly.

 

They redressed quickly in the dark.

“I hope we can do that again Sir,” she said

“Oh yes, I think we can” he replied then he walked her to door, and they exchanged a long liquid kiss and then they parted.

 

When he got back to his room, he thought to himself how funny life could be, had it not been for the fact that he couldn’t sleep he would never have got to share such a pleasurable fuck with a cute young housemaid.

He didn’t need the book after all as he slept like a baby.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (432) The Early Morning Christmas Thaw

December 22nd

 

In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.

After a pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said

“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.

 

However, on the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest opportunism, he repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment, to such an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.

 

Since returning to Downshire she had been a guest on the Beaumont Estate in Chapel Hill, which was Oliver’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century farmhouse, which had been converted and added to over the years.

The barns and outbuildings had also been converted, there was a gym, a pool and garages and staff accommodation.

 

Once Pandora had regained her strength Oliver entered into a cycle of dealing with her frigidity by finding inventive ways of getting her wet, so she could be sullied to their mutual satisfaction.

This was progressing very well but then all the fun was put on hold when she sulkily announced

“I’ve got my period”

Without the distraction of trying to get Pandora wet and the resulting prolonged sexual gratification that always followed, they used the time productively to clear their backlog of work that had gone neglected since the funeral and by the end of St Lucy’s day on the 21st they were able to declare that Christmas had now officially begun, and work was put to bed until the New Year.

His last action of the day was to phone around to book a table, it was a fairly last-minute arrangement, certainly by his standards, 48 hours, which was a tall order so close to Christmas, fortunately his name carried some weight in the area and as a result he secured a table for six at The Old Swan Inn in Chapel Green, he then booked a suitably sized taxi.

He had already informed Alicia and Sarah Treadgood earlier in the week so they could make their own arrangements with other halves.

 

The next morning, they were sleeping late as they had overindulged the night before, but Pandora still woke about 7 am and spent the following hour drifting in and out of sleep before she got up to go to the toilet.

The moment she sat down, there was a sharp release of early morning wind, then she removed her tampon, and when she realized her period was finished, she had a long relaxing pee with a broad smile on her face.

It was the first time she had finished her period since she and Oliver had started their sexual endeavours, and unusually she was exceptionally horny, it had been less than two weeks since their sexual relationship began in his first-class compartment, she supposed it was because it was the first time she was going without while she was on the blob.

 

She got up from the loo and went straight into the shower to get herself clean and fresh and ready for action.

As she intimately washed herself, she was thinking about how nice it was going to be when she initiated the sex and was looking forward to skewering herself on him.

 

When Oliver woke up Pandora was chewing and tonguing his ear as her fingers played along the length of his cock.

“What a lovely way to be woken up” he sighed

“Guess who’s period has finished?” she said and probed his ear some more

“And I woke up wet”

 

Pandora’s delicious body was laying half on and half off him and while she tugged on him, he reached down between them and fingered

her hot pussy with two fingers, and she moaned deliciously as he frigged her and barked like a seal as she came and then responded by kissing him urgently, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.

Then taking her by surprise he rolled her onto her back, and she looked up at him wickedly as she spread her legs wide, indicating her juicy quim was ready to receive him.

She sucked in air through her teeth as he penetrated her, and Pandora’s slender legs instantly wrapped around him.

“Ahhh” she exclaimed when he was all the way inside her.

Pandy wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he repeatedly skewered her tight juicy fanny and it was wetting his balls more and more with every stroke and she loudly exclaimed three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound, like a mother panting through a contraction, followed by a more expressive one.

He knew he couldn’t hold off much longer as he pumped her pussy and he was very close to that ecstatic moment of conclusion,

Pandora’s next big orgasm would be the finale for them both.

He had a great rhythm going and her slender legs were still gripping him hard and as the strokes shortened, her pattern of breathing changed and her exclamations became soft rhythmic pants, until they reached that perfect point of climax, both coming together, and she screamed at the top of her lungs as he emptied his sac into her hot grateful pussy.

“Ahhhhhh”

When he pulled out of her quivering quim, she let out a long soft sigh of satisfaction and he said.

“What a lovely start to the day”

 

I PULLED A CRACKER

I pulled a cracker

At the Christmas Party

And by way of a novelty

She wasn’t even tarty

 

Not at all my type

But I began to weaken

And thought to myself

Well tis the season

 

When the pagan symbol

We were stood below

Took effect, we kissed

Beneath the Mistletoe

 

Though not my usual morsel

I’m not one who dawdles

And I soon had my hands

On her Christmas baubles 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (431) Mirabel’s Christmas

 

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 illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel where Mirabel Lopez worked as a Housemaid.

It was her first Christmas at the Seaview, but she had worked in hospitality since she left school, so very little surprised her.

There was always sex aplenty in Hotel’s by various degrees of depravity but during that Christmas party season she had seen everything, bondage, spanking, threesomes, foursomes, anal, oral, to name but a few.

She had also witnessed sex in meeting rooms, toilets, cupboard, changing rooms, sauna, pool, gardens, conservatory, and even oral sex in the ballroom during the party, when she watched a middle-aged woman being noshed off under the dining table by a young redhead.

Witnessing all the sex either visually or audibly had left her very horny, unfortunately she had no one in her life at that time to satisfy her and she was not really suited to casual couplings.

Firstly, she was a housemaid and men in Hotel’s didn’t notice maids, and secondly, she wasn’t eye catching enough.

She had the typical Spanish look of dark eyes and dark hair and a beautiful smile, she was also a very small woman, 5ft, late twenties, stick thin, with no visible bust line, and no hips to speak of, so from behind she looked like a boy, she was blessed however with very nice legs though and tiny hands and feet, for a grown woman at least.

So, she had to take extraordinary measures at the Christmas party weekend when her loins were on fire, and her knickers were moist.

So, she approached India Ford and Shula Alois, two young guests whom Mirabel had helped to punish a pair of twins that had let them down badly.

“Of course, we’ll help” India said, “It’s only fair, isn’t it Shu?”

“Yes, you helped us so now we can return the favour” Shula agreed

“So, who did you have in mind?” India asked

“The tall one by the door” Mirabel replied

“The one who thinks he’s God’s gift?” Shula asked

“Yes, that’s him”

“Why him?” India asked

“He looked down his nose at me like I was a piece of dirt” she replied

“Ok then he’s the one” Shula said

 

Mirabel had secured a vacant room, which she had put on the system as “unfit”, and India had provided the equipment required and Mirabel had provided the room key card.

 

They met in the bar and Mirabel stood back and watched her prey as he crashed and burned, time after time, as he tried to hit on any female in striking distance, and then the girls pounced.

“Why don’t you come back to our room? It’s the nearest” India suggested

“What a great idea” he said

“Do you think you might like a threesome?”

“Yes, I do” he said

“Do you like a game?” Shula asked

“We like to dominate” India purred as they exited the lift

“Really?” he said “I don’t mind a bit of that”

“That’s good to hear” Shula said as she opened the door to the room.

Once inside India kissed him “now get undressed”

And he quickly complied and strutted around the room showing off his physique and his sizable penis.

“Oh, very nice” Shula said as she walked towards him brandishing a pair of handcuffs in one hand and some silk rope in the other.

“Your turn” he said

“I’ll tell you when its time, now sit on the chair, hands behind the back of the chair” she said and threaded the cuffs around the central strut of the chair back and snapped them on his wrists.

Then she tied his legs securely to the chair legs and when he was tightly trussed to the dining chair, she kissed his forehead and walked behind him.

“I’m ready to watch you undress now” he called

“That’s not going to happen I’m afraid” Mirabel said

“You’re just going to have to make do with me”

“What?” he said with alarm “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Mirabel”   

“What?” he barked “Where are the gorgeous young ones?”

“They’re not here” she replied

“For God’s sake I wasn’t expecting to end up with some skinny old tart” he yelled

“I know, you were hoping to get your end into either India or Shula or both” Mirabel retorted

“Which was never going to happen, and furthermore they’ve gone to moisten their fingers in each other’s gorgeous young pussies”

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as Mirabel knelt down by the chair.

“Oh, I’m going to have some fun” she replied and took hold of his impressive cock.

“I don’t want you to do that?” he protested

“Oh, you will” she assured him and took him in her mouth and un popped the crotch of her teddy, and her finger went between her hairless lips and came out wet, very wet.

Then she released his cock and made him lick her juice off her finger.

“I’m begging you to stop” he said

“You say that” Mirabel said as she handled his erection “but your cock says different, and soon you’ll be begging for more”

Mirabel then pulled her teddy off over her head and straddled him and lowered her tight waxed pussy onto his cock.

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.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (430) Christmas Under Moonlight

 

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 were in 1959 Christmas was in full swing, and Adam Bettis was attending the Christmas party at the Palladium Ballroom.

At the end of the night, he said goodbye to his mates and set off along the prom, and halfway along he stopped for a smoke by the bus shelter.

It was a bright moonlit night, but he was stood by the wall in the shadow of the police box, he took one last drag on his cigarette, making his face glow red and then he flicked it into the darkness towards the beach and it span through the air like a Catherine wheel.

He was about to continue homeward but heard the clip clop of stiletto heels coming his way so he thought he would wait and see what piece of crumpet was heading in his direction.

He was only 18 so crumpet was very much on his mind most of the time.

When she came into view he recognized her instantly, it was Daisy Andrews, a girl 3 years older than him, very beautiful, very intimidating, and very definitely out of his league.

All of a sudden, she stopped, and he thought she must have seen him, but the police box was set back against the sea wall, and she walked behind the bus shelter.

Once there, she did something extraordinary, with her back flush against the shelter she slid down it and squatted with her knees at right angles, making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler and then in the full moonlit glare, Daisy reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her white knickers aside revealing an abundance of curly whiskers. she then smiled as she released a jet of piss, the like of which Adam had never seen before and he found it very arousing, and so much sexier than anything he had ever seen before.

Adam carried on watching and didn’t stop until she had pushed out every drop, then with a smile she let out a long sigh.

Daisy pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again, adjusted her knickers, and began to walk away completely unaware he was standing there, he could have left it at that and added it to his wank bank and knock one out when he got home but instead, he heard himself saying

“That was very impressive”

“Who said that?” she snapped and walked towards him

“Were you spying on me?”

“Sort of” he replied

“Come on pervert show yourself” she ordered so he stepped out of the shadows and walked towards her

“Oh, look it’s a little boy” she mocked “did you enjoy the show little boy?”

“Very much so” he said which got her hackles up

“Really?” Daisy barked “Well let’s just see how much the little boy enjoyed it, let’s see if I made the little boy’s cock hard”

So, she walked right up to him and stroked the lump in his trousers, and stroked its full length, its full extensive length.

“Well not such a little boy then” she said while she continued to stroke his cock

“But do you know what to do with it?” Daisy asked as she unbuttoned his flies and tugged his cock out through the opening.

“Now that’s what I call impressive” she said, and while she was handling his meat, he unbuttoned her coat and started to tease her nipple through the fabric of her dress and in response she started tugging on him.

Then Adam slipped his hand beneath the hem of her dress and inside her knickers, amongst her whiskers, which were still wet from her momentous piss, and then he pulled her knickers aside and probed between her lips into her gash, which was wet for a very different reason.

So much so that she was already to go and gripping his shaft tightly she offered it to her moist lips.

So, Adam spun her around and pushed her against the Police Box and as soon as he thrust into her, she moaned in appreciation and wrapped herself around him like a vine as he took them powerfully to a hot gasping orgasm.

 

They stayed in that blissful position for about a minute panting hard until she finally said.

“I think I need to pee again”

“Good, can I watch?” he asked

“Of course, you can” she said as he lowered her to the ground, and she took up her previous position with her back against the bus shelter.

“But you’ll have to fuck me again”

“That’s no hardship” he said and began pulling on his cock.