Choice Tales from the Vale – (435) Savaged Underwear

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills Nation Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south, to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north but our story begins in the West, to the south of Northchapel, in the beautiful village of Chapel Hill.

There was an expanse of green at the centre of the village complete with duckpond and a weeping willow tree.

On the north side of the green was the pub, The Woodcutters Tavern and attached to the side of the pub there was a Stephenson’s general store and post office, across the green from the pub was the Church, St Peter’s, with the vicarage to one side and a row of shops ran alongside the road on the West of the green, Buckley’s Greengrocer and Fruiterers, Boddington’s Butchers, Harvey’s Pharmacy, Bizzie Lizzie Florists, Mazzone’s Hairdressers, Harrisons Hardware and Addison’s Bakery, and was also where Dr Sarah Constantine had broken all the rules by instigating a sexual relationship with her new patient, Leo Wells, in the consulting room of her private practice, two week before Christmas and once it had started she couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, she just wanted him to fuck her all the time, and when he wasn’t fucking her, she was thinking about the times they had fucked or day dreaming about the next time, and her underwear was constantly moist.

 

She woke up early on the day before Christmas Eve and she was smiling when she returned to bed after having a pee.

She picked up her phone and selected a number and after three rings it was answered  

“Leo Wells”

“The painters have gone” she said

“Excellent news I’ll be with you in 10 minutes” he said

“We can do it here” Sarah said “I’ll come to yours”

“No, that won’t work” he responded “my sister and the kids arrived last night”

“What are we going to do? I’m so horny” Sarah said desperately

“Don’t worry I have somewhere in mind” he said “wear boots”

“Where are you taking me? Actually, I don’t care as long as you take me when we get there”

The reason she was so horny, and so desperate was the end of her period which had deprived her of cock

 

Leo arrived at Sarah’s at six o’clock in a car she didn’t recognize, but she just shrugged and got in.

She glanced around to make sure no one was looking and kissed him passionately then she said

“Let’s go Romeo”

On the journey she questioned why she was being driven to a lustful encounter in a 10-year-old fiat Punto.

“It’s my sisters, I thought it more appropriate for a clandestine shag” he explained

“Good idea, but does it go any faster?” 

 

They arrived in the outskirts of the Millmoor forest, and he proceeded past a little car park used by dog walkers and along a single-track lane until it opened up into a clearing.

“Where are we?”

“Twitcher country” he replied

“What’s a twitcher?”

“Birdwatcher” he said “we’re going to use their hide”

“Won’t they be watching, twitching or whatever they do?”

“Not in the dark” he replied

“Well, what are we waiting for?” she replied with a leer and got out of the car, and he followed behind after retrieving his camping lantern from the car.

 

“Did I mention I’m really really horny?” she said as he opened the door “It had better be empty”

Once they were both inside, he locked the door and put the lantern light on the bench.

“At last,” she snapped and unzipped his fly “I can’t wait any longer”

So, they stood kissing in the semi darkness of the hide as Sarah tugged on his cock and then she suddenly stopped and gave him a leery smile as she turned around and draped herself along the bench.

With one foot planted on the floor she swung her other leg up, so it lay along the length of the bench with her crotch illuminated by the lantern.

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

“Dirty bastard, you’ve ruined my tights”

“You should be wearing stockings anyway” he retorted

“It’s too chilly for stockings” she responded, “I get a frozen fanny”

“Not much chance of that you’re hot enough to boil an egg” Leo said

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

“Oh God I’m so ready”

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

“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received him, and the same with each subsequent stroke until she came noisily, and while she panted through gritted teeth and he gave her three more full lengths and  when she came again, the volume of her climax filled the hide and scared the sleeping birds as he emptied into her.

 

Dawn was breaking as they left the clearing and Sarah was wearing a very smug expression as well as shredded tights.

 

“We need to stop in the village on the way back, Stephenson’s will be open” she said

Why what’s the matter?” he asked

“I’m all sticky” she replied “and a bit uncomfortable”

“Ah” he replied unhelpfully

“There’s it is” she announced and pointed,

“Back in a mo.” she said when Leo had come to a halt, and he smiled as he watched her walk towards the Supermarket with a very un-lady like gait.

 

Sarah returned about ten minutes later, walking much more comfortably, carrying a plastic bag which he assumed contained her moist knickers and tattered tights.

“Are you feeling better now?” he enquired

“Definitely more comfortable” she replied and then added

“I’m still very horny though”

Then she kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.

“Then you know what we’ll be doing after surgery tonight?” he replied and kissed her back.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (434) Christmas Caring

 

Twenty-five-year-old George Williams was live in carer to his Grandma Dolly and had moved in during the Summer after she had her second heart attack, and he had put his personal life on hold.

But in the run up to Christmas he met the girl next door, Lily Heaton, a second year University student home for the holiday, and they had clicked immediately.

However, after a week they hadn’t managed any more than a kiss and a cuddle, which was really frustrating Lily, so she decided to move things along.

So, on Christmas Eve, Eve, she paid him a surprise visit.

George had just settled Grandma down for the night and returned downstairs to the kitchen to find Lily sitting on the arm of the sofa.

“What are you doing here?” he asked “I thought we weren’t getting together until tomorrow”

However, he got no reply and then what happened next took him completely by surprise as she stood up and kissed him and after a few moments she pushed him backwards onto the sofa and began unzipping his fly.

George pulled his mouth away from hers and said urgently

“We can’t do anything here”

“Why not?” she asked

“Because we’re not alone in the house”

“But you said your grandma was deaf and wouldn’t hear a jumbo jet if it landed in the street” she said using his own words against him.

“I did say that didn’t I?” he said “Carry on then”

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.