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 – (454) Boxing Day Release

 

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 during Christmas 1958 when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Adamson’s and the Tarling’s fell into the latter group.

 

Sixteen-year-old Paul Tarling loved Christmas, though not in a childish way, he had no interest in Father Christmas, and it held no religious significance, as he had no faith.

He loved Christmas for the same reason he loved all the family gatherings, his Cousin Claire Adamson.

 

Claire lived in Paris and was a real beauty, who oozed sexuality and when Paul was thirteen and he had his first wet dreams it was Claire he was dreaming about and the earliest contributions to his wank bank were the sensual images of her.

For a young adolescent during his sexual awakening, she was manna from heaven with her long blond hair, generous bosom, the flattering sweep of her hips, the roundness of her magnificent buttocks and long shapely legs, so who wouldn’t be impressed and horny at the sight of her.
For Paul the whole package made a most wonderful vision of sexuality which gladdened his young man’s eye and stirred his teenage loins.

 

It was from around about the time Paul turned 14 that Claire first became aware of the effect she was having on him, and she was so flattered that she began to give him little treats.

She would show him a generous expanse of shapely stockinged leg or bend over in front of him and give him the full benefit of her great round arse or present him with the vision of her gaping blouse and its overstuffed contents.

Paul really looked forward to the high days and holidays and as he got older and Claire realised, she was still able to affect him so did she.

The truth of the matter was that it really excited her to be able to make him squirm in his seat and cause a bulge in his pants almost at will, which she always noticed, as much as he tried to hide it from her, and she would always have to deploy her fingers to her pussy afterwards.

Claire wasn’t excited by arousing a young man because she was frustrated or anything of that nature, looking as she did, she was not short of male attention and her generous heart was fulfilled romantically and emotionally and she was very well served in the bedroom.

So, because her power over him excited her so much Claire decided as he had just turned seventeen, she would give him a very special Christmas present, and reward herself at the same time.

 

Claire positioned herself, on the sofa in the Morning Room, opposite the chair Paul was sitting in.

She knew instantly that she had his attention, so she slowly crossed her legs and exposed a tantalising expanse of thigh from her knee up to her stocking top.

As she sat there amidst the chattering family, she repeated the manoeuvre time after tantalising time and Paul’s eyes were transfixed on Claire’s delightful tableaux and then another adjustment of her posture disclosed not only both her stocking tops but everything beyond because she was naked underneath.
Paul could see right up her dress all the way up to her hairy heath, he glanced up and saw Claire was looking at him and smiling.

Paul went very red indeed, but he couldn’t stop looking at her and his eyes quickly returned to her muff.

They found themselves alone then and Claire upped the stakes when she began slowly opening her legs, wider and wider, showing him more and more until finally he could see everything, and he filled his pants with his seed.   
He wasn’t sure at first if she realised, he had just creamed his pants but when she smiled broadly at him, he knew and he was so embarrassed, but he couldn’t leave, not while she was watching because although he had emptied his sac his erection was still very much in evidence.

Claire felt no embarrassment whatsoever but what she did feel was extreme horniness, she always ended up turned on when she played her little games with Paul, and would need an immediate fingering, but watching him shoot his load in front of her really got Claire wet, and when she noticed the damp patch on his jeans, she decided she was going to have him.

But she knew it couldn’t be then, but she was resolved it was going to happen.

In the meantime, she would have to go immediately to her room to quell the fire that Paul had ignited in her with some furious fingering.

 

It was two days later when Claire got her way or more precisely had her way.

It was Boxing day when everyone was going on the traditional Boxing Day shoot, but not everyone was going, Paul being one of them, Claire was another.

After breakfast Paul went upstairs to his room to get his book, but soon realised he was not the only one upstairs, as he passed Claire’s open door he looked in and saw Claire standing beside the fourposter, where she removed her bra, then she turned her attention to her French knicker, pulling them down over her hips and letting gravity take them the rest of the way.

So now she was only wearing stockings, suspenders, and a seductive smile.

In typical teenager fashion the sight of the object of his lust removing her underwear brought an immediate swelling to his trousers which Claire was only too pleased to see.

“Come in and close the door” she said and when he had complied, she began unbuttoning his fly and added

“Let’s get this out, we don’t want it going off too soon”

So, Paul Tarling lost his virginity that Boxing Day morning to a woman ten years his senior, but she kept him entertained for most of the day and over the following week Aunty Claire continued his sexual education until the New Year.

But that Christmas was not the end of their lusty relationship, because the families gathered often throughout the year.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (453) Boxing Day Bonus Bang

 

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 Boxing Day afternoon, the rest of the family had gone to Sharpington to see the Pantomime.

Johnny had already agreed to stay home and keep an eye on granddad, who had no interest in watching Aladdin with a rowdy audience of excited kids, so he was going to stay home and watch the Boxing Day sport, Chantal had told her mum she had bad stomach cramps so wanted to spend the afternoon in bed, what she actually wanted was to spend the afternoon being bedded, so after everyone had left for the afternoon he speared Chantal as she hung of his twin sisters bunk beds.

 

After about half an hour of laying in the post coital afterglow on the bottom bunk Chantal giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft and tongued his ear while tugging on his cock.

“Oh, you want more do you?” he asked already knowing the answer

“I do” She replied

“Then get your gorgeous greedy arse into my bed while I check on granddad” he said

“Then I’ll give you some more”

“This is the best Christmas ever” Chantal said and giggled as she rushed out the door headed for his bedroom.

 

He pulled on a pair of joggers and a T-shirt and went downstairs to check on granddad, who he found asleep in the armchair, after checking that he actually was asleep and not in fact dead, he ran back upstairs.

 

She was under the duvet when he entered his bedroom, so he quickly undressed and joined her, and as soon as he settled beside her, she giggled and laced her fingers around his shaft.

“You’re keen,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear, then in a trice Chantal was above him and rubbing her sticky gash against his swollen organ provocatively, he was almost certain her fingers had been busy on her pussy in his absence, because in an instant she slowly slid down on him and like a whirlwind Chantal pumped herself on him again and again thrashing about above him like a ragdoll, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.

One after another she satisfied herself on his rod, and all he could do was grab her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs, until her frenetic pumping action quickened, and she came in a rousing crescendo and Chantal, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and panted contentedly

“Mmmmm” she exclaimed

“So much better than panto” he said

“Ohhh yes” she agreed smugly  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (452) Boxing Day with a Bang

 

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.

 

Although there had been some extremely heavy petting on Christmas Day, Johnny fingering Chantal in the coat cupboard and her beating him off under the dining table, Johnny hadn’t been inside his cousin Chantal since Christmas Eve, however the house was much quieter on Boxing Day, so Johnny hoped his prospects of skewering her juicy cunny were much improved, the size of his early riser was testament to that.

Chantal was certainly up for it judging by what he saw after he slipped out of bed and left his bedroom that morning when he was greeted by the vision of her naked body standing in the bathroom door, wearing nothing but a leer.

Although his eyes were drawn to her freshly laundered lush hairy bush, and her huge hanging breasts and then back to her bush again.

He was just about to cross the landing and sully her newly washed and scented pussy when he heard his little sisters running up the stairs.

“Later” she mouthed and then retreated into the bathroom.

 

The next time he saw her she was in the kitchen wearing a gorgeous Christmas Dress which showed off her figure really well, and festive red woolly tights which did the same to her legs.

She was standing with her back to him making a hot drink, and he wanted to go close behind her and reach up and cup her lovely tits, but she was not alone, his two seven-year-old sisters were sitting at the table eating cereal, so instead of copping two generous handfuls of teenage titties he said

“Morning”

“Hi Johnny” she responded throwing him a glance over her shoulder “Coffee?”

“If that’s all that’s on offer” he thought but out loud he said

“Yes please”

He sat down at the table and a moment later she carried the drinks over and sat next to him.

The twins were still eating when she put her hand on his lap and stroked him to arousal before whispering in his ear

“I really want this…... very soon”

The girls finished their breakfast and went running out the room, so Chantal and Johnny adjusted their positions, so they were facing each other.

“So, let’s talk about you needs” he said as he put his hand on her knee and began the journey beneath the hem of her dress.

“I’m sure I was perfectly clear” she replied as his hand reached her naked thigh, it appeared he had been mistaken about her tights, they were actually long socks, so he proceeded to her knickers, keeping eye contact with her and she opened up for him.

“Where are your knickers?” he asked as his fingers reached the coarse hairs of her bush

“They’re in the same place as my bra” she retorted “Are you compl…..” She began but lost her train of thought as he emersed his finger in her cream.

It wouldn’t have taken him long, in her heightened state of arousal, to bring her to climax as he worked between her sticky lips, but before that Chantal’s mum came breezing into the kitchen and her legs snapped shut like a bear trap.

 

While her mum was pottering about in the kitchen Chantal mouthed a demand

“I want COCK”

Then she got up and left the room.

There was nothing Johnny wanted more at that moment that to oblige Cousin Chantal by plugging into her tight cunny, but he knew that would have to wait until after lunch.

 

The family were all going to the Pantomime in Sharpington after lunch, they would be gone for at least 3 hours which was more than enough time for him to skewer his eager young cousin at least twice.

He had already agreed to stay home and keep an eye on granddad who had no interest in watching Aladdin with a rowdy audience of excited kids, so he was going to stay home and watch the Boxing Day sport, Chantal had told her mum she had bad stomach cramps so wanted to spend the afternoon in bed, what she actually wanted was to spend the afternoon being bedded.

In order to make it convincing Chantal went upstairs to lay down and skipped lunch, she was a bit peckish but that wasn’t the appetite she wanted to satisfy.

   

So, the family all disappeared straight after lunch, and Johnny spent ten minutes making sure granddad had everything he needed and went off in search of minge.

He was already naked when he opened the door to the twin’s bedroom where Chantal had been sleeping over Christmas.

When he looked in, he could see Chantal in the top bunk where he assumed she had fallen asleep while she was waiting for him,

“After a cheeky finger obviously” he thought 

So, he quietly closed the door, locked it, and tiptoed across the room as he feasted his eyes on her naked buttock protruding from beneath the duvet.

He was fully aroused by the time he started to caress her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.

At his first touch she was no more than moist, but she lathered up very quickly as he stroked her, and Chantal began moaning softly into her pillow.

As she warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated ever louder from her pillow, he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.

After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her hot juicy, she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so he could dispatch her on the lower bunk.

But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing Johnny took the initiative and wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her juicy minge before her feet could hit the floor.

He supported her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle, while his right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give him some purchase while he fucked her.

But after only a couple of strokes Chantal planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top rail and moaned uncontrollably as he pummelled her.

Chantal’s gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.

She was so hot, so tight, and so juicy, that with every penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts and he could feel himself on the threshold as Chantal bobbed up and down on him like a monkey on a stick and then with a scream of satisfaction, she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her sweet cunny.

 

After about half an hour of laying in the post coital afterglow on the bottom bunk Chantal giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft and tongued his ear while tugging on his cock.

“Oh, you want more do you?” he asked already knowing the answer

“I do” She replied

“Then get your gorgeous greedy arse into my bed while I check on granddad” he said

“Then I’ll give you some more”

“This is the best Christmas ever” Chantal said and giggled as she rushed out the door headed for his bedroom.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (451) The Early Christmas 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 sixth day at the house, Boxing Day, he was not, as was his habit, up early but he did have an early riser.

He had been dreaming about the series of sexual encounters with the cute housemaid.

He lay there under the covers for an indeterminate time drifting in and out of sleep with his mind full of little erotic dreams.

He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection, it felt so real, and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt, no not dreamt, he actually felt the tell-tale heat of velvet juices immersing his member like warm honey and when he opened his eyes he saw his cute housemaid, Amy Galasso, smiling lustfully and moaning audibly with pleasure.

 

“I’m sorry about that” she panted after he had exploded inside her “I wanted to do it with you one more time”

“So why the urgency?”

“The curse” she replied as she climbed off him

“The, what?”

“My period will start today or maybe tomorrow” she said as she began to redress

“And you’re leaving the day after tomorrow, so today it was my last chance to…... have you”

“But my plans have changed,” he explained “I’m staying into the New Year”

“Really?” she asked

“Yes, really” he replied and, wearing only one stocking and her suspender belt, she crawled back into bed and hugged and kissed him.

 

“When my visitor has gone, I’m going to wake you up like that every morning”

She said as she slowly pulled up her drawers over her thatch

“I can’t wait for that” he said as he watched her put her titties away

“Can you sneak into here tonight?” he asked

“Yes of course, but you’re forgetting the curse” she replied

“I don’t care about that” he said “we can still kiss and cuddle”

“All night?” she asked

“All night” he replied

“I’d really like that” she said and jumped on the bed again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (450) Boxing Day Bonk

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived and on Boxing Day Mike had just settled down in front of the TV to watch some Boxing Day Sport when there was a knock on the door and when he opened it he found Sue standing there looking like a drowned rat.

Her hair was plastered to her face and her short waterproof coat just served to divert the expelled water down to her leggings, which were soaked up to the thighs.

“Come in” he said urgently

“What are you doing out in weather like this?”

“It wasn’t raining when I left home” she said

“Get your wet clothes off” he demanded “I’ll get you some towels”

 

When he returned, he found her stood shivering by the fire in her knickers and T-shirt, her pile of wet clothes on the floor beside her.

So, he wrapped a bath sheet around her and picked up her clothes and hung them on the dryer.

 

He picked up another towel and roughly dried her hair and left it damp and tousled, then he sat on the sofa and began drying her legs and his hand was between her legs and getting ever nearer her crack and he expected she was creamy wet up there.

“I think I’m dry now” she said and giggled

“I don’t think you are” he said, and proceeded up her thigh until his fingers invaded her knickers and she purred as he wet his fingertips

“You’re supposed to be getting me dry” she moaned

“Then I think you should go upstairs get out of those wet knickers and into my warm bed” he suggested and in response she ran giggling upstairs to the bedroom and when he joined her, he got her even wetter.