Tuesday, 30 August 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (446) Pleasing Christmas

 

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 on Christmas Eve 1963 when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into the latter group.

Twenty-four-year-old Julianna Molesworth was alone for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, as her boyfriend Tristan was in Tipton in the north of the county spending Christmas with his family.

She was in love with him, and she’d never been in love before Tris, and she had given him her virginity the previous summer, which was a big milestone for her, but she wouldn’t be seeing him again until Boxing Day, and she really missed him, and she missed his cock.

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

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

Plan (b) was to deal with her arousal in the bath while the twins had their breakfast, which was all going very well until her mum started banging on the door telling her to hurry up.

“Ok mum” she snapped and got out

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

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

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

She paused, momentarily immersing her fingers deep inside herself and regreased her lips and began again, this time she frigged even more earnestly, and the towel fell away from her, so she was completely naked and as she lurched and bucked, she became aware of voices on the landing, but her fingers never faltered in their purpose as she turned and looked to the door.

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

The danger passed so she returned to her reflection and her torso jerked three times in quick succession and she soaked her fingers again before pressing on, as she knew she was on the home straight, Julianna began with her head back and her eyes closed, cupping her substantial breast, and panting hard.

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

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

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (445) Christmas Dinner with Relish

 

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 youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

On Christmas Day the dinner table stretched from the dining room into the conservatory in order to accommodate three generations and sixteen members of the Marshall/Ridings clan.

Johnny’s mum was a brilliant cook and over the years they had had some epic family gatherings, and the prospect of catering a family dinner for sixteen people didn’t faze her in the slightest.

But for him his favourite had always been Christmas dinner, and he had had many memorable meals over his 18 years, but as they sat down at the momentous Christmas table, he was about to have his most memorable yet.

As they went through the courses, the alcohol flowed liberally, and the noise level rose exponentially, and just after the main course was cleared away, he felt Chantal Ridings hand on his knee, but it didn’t linger there for long as it traversed up his thigh.   

By the time the flaming Christmas pudding arrived at the table Chantal’s hand had arrived on his crotch and as he took his last spoonful of pudding and brandy butter, her hand had pulled down his fly and her fingers began searching for his cock and when another Champagne cork popped on another bottle of overpriced fizz, she was holding his swollen member in the palm of her hand.

The fact that his sixteen-year-old cousin was holding his cock under the table would have been exciting under almost any circumstances but given that her fingers had wrapped around his shaft and began expertly tugging on him, while his parents were at the other end of the table, and her mum and dad were half that distance away, heightened his arousal immensely.

To his amazement, while she was playing with his shaft, she still managed to hold a conversation with her aunt sitting on the opposite side of the table, even when she beat his cock faster and faster until he was nearly there, then she stopped when her mum joined the conversation, and began again building him to the blissful release, but because she enjoyed his reaction last time, she let him subside again.

Chantal began again, then again let it subside and Johnny thought he was losing his mind, before she finally took him to the abyss, and she looked him in the eye as he exploded.
He looked at Chantal who was smiling smugly as she sucked her finger and then as she wiped her cummy hand on her serviette she giggled.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (444) A Cheeky Christmas Finger

 

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 youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

On Christmas Morning the house was a hive of activity and Chantal and Johnny struggled to manage anything even approximating a Christmas kiss let alone a snog with extras.

They had a couple of near misses, but to no avail, but then after the arrival of the final two guests Johnny’s mum said

“Can you two take their coats and hang them in the cloakroom?”

“Sure” said Johnny

It was called the cloakroom, but it was actually just a big cupboard in the hall where they kept the coats and shoes.

Johnny opened the door so Chantal could hang the two coats on the nearest peg and as soon as the second coat was hung up Johnny bundled her into the cupboard and closed the door behind him as he followed her in.

“Hey” she squealed as she went headlong into a pile of coats, and before she could regain her balance, he had her reindeer sweater pulled up so he could unhook her bra, and cup her huge tits.

“What’s going on?” she asked as he began to caress their pliant form and tease her nipples to full erection, which didn’t take long.

“Damn that feels good” she purred and pushed her pert arse against the lump in his trousers.

“Do you think so?”

“Oh my God yes” Chantal murmured

“Well, that’s just for starters” he said

“I like starters” she moaned

“Then you’ll really love seconds” Johnny said and relinquishing her right breast, slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her Christmas tights, into her knickers, and parted her sticky lips with his finger

“Oh God” she exclaimed     

“I really like that”

Chantal let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit.

She buried her face in the coats and moaned loudly in pleasure at his touch as he 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.

 

After removing his hand from her Christmas knickers, he wiped his sticky fingers on someone’s coat sleeve as she turned around and kissed him

“Merry Christmas horny” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers “That was so nice”

“Good” he said

“I’ll deal with him after Dinner” she said as she stroked his cock through the fabric, then they emerged from the cupboard and rejoined the throng.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (443) The Christmas Day Thaw

 

December 25th

 

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.

As time went on it got easier to get her aroused in fact on Christmas Eve

It was Pandora who initiated events during dinner with the Treadgood’s when she extracted his cock from his trousers and tugged on him expertly, playing with his shaft, while conducting a conversation with Alicia Treadgood across the table, and then when Alicia and Sarah had left the room, she straddled his lap and impaled her cunny on his shaft, before going to church.

 

They returned from St Tristan's after midnight mass at 12.30 and went straight up to the room, where they got ready for bed, Pandora went into the bathroom first, and when she came out, holding her clothes in front of her naked breasts, she found Oliver inspecting the crotch of his trousers and he said 

“I definitely need to get my suit cleaned”

Pandora just giggled in response as she dropped her dirty clothes and crawled into bed.

When Oliver had gone in, she Facetimed her parents in Darwin, who had already started their Christmas Day, and had just finished opening their presents

“Happy Christmas” she said

 

Fifteen minutes later she ended the call

“Love you too, talk to you later, bye”

and put her tablet on the bedside table  

When Oliver emerged from the bathroom, clean shaven, and wearing boxers She was absentmindedly fingering her crack, when she realised, she was wet she took off her knickers and threw them at Oliver,

“You won’t be needing the boxers” she said lustily  

“I can’t tonight I’ve got a headache” he retorted

“Then take Paracetamol and get you draws off; I need a Christmas service” she said

“Whatever happened to Frigid Freda” he asked as he pulled his pants down

“She thawed” Pandora replied with a wicked grin

 

The day began a little bit earlier than they would have preferred following their early morning Christmas present exchange.

But the tradition in the Beaumont household since Oliver was born had always been present opening in your night clothes and then breakfast.

So, when they got up, Oliver went into the bathroom so Pandora could get out of bed without him seeing her naked because she was still a bit shy, apart from when they were making love.

So, while Oliver washed his face and cleaned his teeth Pandora put on some clean knickers, and her new Christmas PJs, then when Oliver emerged distinctly underdressed from the bathroom, she went in.

 

Ten minutes later they left the bedroom with dressing gowns on over their pj’s and slippers on their feet and headed down to the lounge.         

Pandora was very excited, because she had never had a boyfriend at Christmas before.

“I can’t wait to open my present” she said every few minutes and Oliver found her excitement very cute.

 

Downstairs they exchanged hugs and happy Christmases with Alicia and Sarah Treadgood and their partners, Harvey Willmott, and Heather Charlton.

Pandora was still very excited and kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them.

After spending a very pleasant hour opening presents in good company, Alicia served up croissant, Danish pastries, and coffee.

After breakfast they headed back upstairs,

“Did you like your presents?” he asked  

“Oh yes they were lovely” she replied

“Well, there is one more upstairs,” said Oliver

“Is there?” she replied excitedly

“Yes”

“Oh goody” she squealed and ran upstairs

When he caught up to her, she was already in the room sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed.

“Hurry, hurry” she squealed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.

“You’ll just have to wait” he said

“I can’t wait” Pandora said “I want it now”

“What you’ll get is a spank if you don’t behave”

“Ooh that sounds nice too” she giggled

“You used to be such an innocent” he said and shook his head

“That was before you repeatedly sullied me” Pandora retorted

“Are you complaining?

“God no not for a second” she said

“Good answer” Oliver responded “So here’s your present” 

“Thank you” she said, “What is it?”

“Open it and you’ll find out” he said, and she repeated the ritual from earlier, shaking it, squeezing it, and listening to it, before she ripped the paper to shreds revealing a box inside.

Discarding the paper, she quickly removed the lid of the box and threw that aside, then she lifted the tissue and gasped as she removed   

a red silk teddy.

“It’s gorgeous” she said and kissed him

“It will be even more gorgeous when you’re wearing it” he said, and she kissed him again

“I’m wearing it today” she announced and jumped off the bed and hugged him

“Have we got time for a bath?”

“Sadly no” he said 

“That’s a shame” she said and kissed him

 

The reason the joint bath was out of the question was because they needed to be showered, dressed and downstair for the arrival of the four additional guests who would be joining the party of six that attended breakfast, Oliver’s Great Uncle Franklyn, Auntie Faith and Uncle Peter, and Cousin Gregory, all of whom were known to Pandora.

 

Pandy went in the shower first while Oliver had an electric shave then when she came out, he went in to get himself showered

When he reappeared fresh from the shower and wrapped in towels, he stopped in his tracks when he saw Pandora standing there

wearing the red silk teddy, he’d bought her for Christmas with red stockings with the Christmas motif and suspenders she’d bought at Hanratty’s.

“Wow” he said “Happy Christmas to me”

He walked towards her to hug her, but she put her hands out to stop him.

“You mustn’t get me wet” she exclaimed

“I’ve never heard you say that before” he pointed out and she laughed

“That was different”

 

Alicia served up a sumptuous Christmas dinner, accompanied by a lot of wine so everyone had a wonderful afternoon, then at the end of the day when the guests were about leave they posed for a group photo, Gregory was a photographer by profession so he up his beast of a camera on a tripod then arranged the guests, the three oldies seated on the sofa, Alicia and Sarah Treadgood sitting on the arms, with their partners, Harvey and Heather stood beside them and standing behind the sofa were Gregory at one end, Pandora at the other and Oliver in the middle. 

While Gregory was setting the timer Oliver’s hand slipped under her skirts and proceeded up her thigh, passed her stocking tops, up to her naked flesh, Pandora knew exactly what he had in mind, so she adjusted her stance, so he had easy access to her gusset where, one at a time, slowly and deliberately, he un-popped the poppers, and to his delight and hers, his fingertips parted her lips and slipped into her moistness and Pandora gasped, but only Alicia noticed and she smiled to herself.

Oliver was creaming her pussy as Gregory stood beside him and said

“On the count of three we all have to say Merry Christmas, one,” Oliver probing,

“Two”

still probing

“Three”, his finger reaches her clit

“Merry Christmas” they chorused as she closes her legs tight

Gregory returned to the camera and viewed the image and exclaimed

“Oh no Pandora closed her eyes can we take one more?”

For the second picture Pandora kept her eyes open and her legs shut, but was wearing a big smile, because she knew as soon as the guests left, she would be opening herself up in earnest.

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 – (442) Gamey Christmas Eve

 

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 youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

On Christmas Eve Johnny slipped out of bed and left his bedroom, wearing only a bathrobe, his manhood stirring in the way it did for young men and met Chantal coming the other way, wearing nothing but a short nightie.

“Hello gorgeous” he said and cupped her huge breast and toyed with her nipple

“Stop it, I’m really horny” she said and slipped her hand inside his robe and grabbed his shaft “And so are you”

Unfortunately, someone began walking up the stairs so they both had to break off their fondling and were going to go their separate ways when the footfalls went back down, so they paused. 

Then Johnny gasped as Chantal knelt on the floor and began sucking his cock.

“God you really are horny”

Sadly, the figure on the stairs began climbing them again, so they once again bloke off their smutty exchange, Chantal returned to her room muttering expletives under her breath and Johnny went into the bathroom cursing their bad luck while wondering how he was going to piss with a serious hard on.

 

After his shower he slipped his robe back on and opened the door just as Chantal emerged from her room again carrying a towel.

“Oh, good my turn” she said

“Great idea” he retorted and pulled her into the bathroom, locked the door and pushed her against the wall and kissed her

“Stop it” she said “Behave”

“What do you mean behave? I thought you were horny”

“I was” she replied

“So, what changed?” he asked

“A cheeky finger” she giggled

“Well, I’ll just have to get you horny again” he said and lifted her up, so her pert arse was sitting on top of the cistern.

“Oh, that’s chilly” she giggled then he sat on the toilet in front of her as he pulled her legs apart.

“No don’t” she said shyly and covered her pussy with her hands

“I haven’t showered yet, I’m not…. Fresh”

“Good” he said and began kissing her inner thigh, and as he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent unwashed scent, not perfume, or powder or scented soap, just a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and stale lust, and the gamey, heady fragrance fully aroused him.

As his lips reached the top of her thigh her hands yielded access to her 

her pungent pink pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so he unceremoniously plunged into the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Jon” she moaned as he licked her out and she gasped “Ok I admit it, I’m horny”

He stood in front of her, Chantal’s pungent bouquet was all around his mouth, and he smiled as he pulled her nighty off over her head.

He took a moment to admire her huge breasts as they hung like ripe fruit, and her glorious lush, yet bedraggled, hairy bush, then he kissed her as he thrust his cock between her wet whiskers, and she let out a long coarse breath.

 

When he pulled out of her quivering quim, the panting object of his lust lowered herself down, so she was sitting on the toilet seat and extracted the last drops of spunk from his bell end and then attended to the glistening coat of grease she had secreted along his shaft.

However, before she could complete the job there was a knock on the door and a voice said

“Hurry up Chantal, other people want to get in there”

“Ok mum, I’m nearly done” she replied and licked the remainder of her cum from his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (441) The Christmas Bathroom 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 fourth day at the house, Christmas Eve, he was not, as was his habit, up early but he did have an early riser.

He had been laying in his bed thinking about the cute house maid that had he had skewered the previous morning which culminated in Amy screaming out in orgasm.

It was those reminiscences of shagging the cute domestic that resulted in him sporting a very striking erection which, in the absence of the horny housemaid, he decided he would take across the hall to the bathroom and deal with it.

The St George’s had very modern plumbing, so they had an excellent shower over the bath.

He was already in the shower and had already given himself a couple of strokes before Amy joined him, and on that morning, he had no need to undress her as Amy was already naked.

“Sorry I’m late sir” she said

Amy was a year or two younger than Tristan straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose, and a thin-lipped smile.

He was in the shower, and she sat down on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and teased and toyed with his erection to great effect.

Amy then stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breasts and dripped off her hard proud nipples.

Amy lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath for purchase, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.

He watched intently and began tugging on his shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which he took as his signal to fuck her, and he eagerly obliged as he slipped easily in between her greasy lips and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.

With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles as he banged her and on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until they both came in a juddering climax.

 

Afterwards he was shattered, he had never had as much sex as he had had in the three days since their first time, and his legs had completely gone after a real old fashioned knee trembler.

He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries, he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for about five minutes.

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Amy was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then Sir” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re eager for it,” he said in response

“You’ll still have me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and he grabbed her and scooped her up in his arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed, but that was all they did as she had to get back to work.

“Well, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow now” she insisted

So, he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry.

“Or this afternoon” she said as she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d just had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew there would be a next time.