Choice Tales from the Vale – (463) Dealing with a Christmas Flirt

 

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 thirty-year-old Russ Deighton lived with his wife Beth.

They had a lovely home, good jobs, nice cars, no children and two dogs, and they were very content.

That is until one Christmas when they had an unexpected guest for a few days.

It was Beth’s twenty-two-year-old cousin Emily Brock, she was staying for three days between Christmas and New Year.

The reason for her stay being that she had plans to fly to Mexico with friends on New Year’s Eve, so just needed somewhere to stay for a few days, as the rest of her party lived in the north of the county.

Russ had met her once or twice, at weddings, christenings and the like but hadn’t really conversed with her, so to him she was a stranger and he really resented her being there.

This resentment grew stronger after her arrival when she began flirting with him, and when that didn’t work, she would bend over flashing him a glimpse of her panties up her skirt, or when wearing

jeggings she would bend at the waist and serve up a view of her pert round bum, and she would also wear clingy tops and no bra.

However, the thing that made him most resentful was the fact that he really wanted to fuck her.

He had a little respite one morning when she went into Abbottsford to buy some things for her holiday, and he thought he might give Beth a portion of what Emily needed.

Unfortunately, Beth had a migraine and had taken to her bed, however he did finger Emily to a knee trembling climax, in the downstairs loo before sitting her on the toilet and putting his cock in her mouth and having her suck him off.

 

The following day Beth had to go back to work and Russ had to go out early to run an errand, leaving Emily alone in the house to pack as she was leaving early the next day.

Russ was unable to do what he went out for as he’d left his driving license at home, so he returned to the house.

The moment he opened the door he became aware of some very delicious moaning coming from the kitchen, so he quietly closed the front door and went to investigate.

He crept along the hallway towards the kitchen until he could see the source of the moaning, and found it was Emily.

She was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, with her leggings and panties halfway along her thighs and was leant forward, resting on one elbow with her hand on her head with her fingers threaded amongst her fine brunette hair.

The other hand was between her thighs and her fingers between her lips.

Russ was very aroused as she wriggled and squirmed on the stool, as she extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours while her fingers worked eagerly at her moist pink flesh, and his cock was fit to burst out of his trousers by the time she had frigged herself to climax.

 

He carried on watching as she slithered off the stool and hoisted her pants and leggings back up before he said

“That was very impressive,”

“Oh” she gasped “You made me jump”

“Sorry” Russ lied

Then with alarm she asked

“Did you see?”

“Yes, I did” he said as he watched her blushing

“Oh God I’m so embarrassed” she said covering her face

“Don’t be,” he said, “I really liked it”

“I can’t believe you let me carry on without saying something” she said

“What and miss the show?” he said and kissed her and played with her nipples through the fabric of her top, but she pulled her mouth away and said urgently

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked, “Isn’t this what you were thinking about while you were wanking?”

“Yes” she gasped

Then he unceremoniously spun her around and bent her over the breakfast bar, she was breathing hard in anticipation as she rested on her elbows, then he pulled her leggings and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect cute buttocks.

After releasing his throbbing cock from its uncomfortable confines Emily looked over her shoulder at him and pleaded with her eyes for him to take her soon.

There was no need for foreplay because she’d already dealt with that, and she was well primed, so he held her hips and pierced Emily’s tight pussy and thrust into her repeatedly as wonderfully dirty exclamations filled the kitchen.

 

Having grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax, Emily slumped forward onto the breakfast bar, and he withdrew his cock from her tight cunny, and she sighed.

As he redressed himself Emily was still sprawled over the breakfast bar completely spent and was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position she was when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg trembled.

Once he was dressed, he looked and her little cheeks and her oozing minge and said

“Now I have an errand to run, but when I get back, I expect to find you waiting in bed for me”

Then he playfully slapped her buttock, located his driving license, and went out the door.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (462) Forbidden Christmas

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 National 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 it’s in the small village of Oxley Ridge.

The Oxley’s were a popular destination for visitors all year round, including corporate events and outward-bound courses, and the visitors were very important to the local economy, from hospitality and supplies, to guides and instructors.

On the outskirts of the village there was an Outdoor Pursuit Centre, with a shop, Café, and an accommodation block. 

And at one end there was the staff accommodation block similar in design to university student accommodation but much smaller.

There were four rooms per unit, sharing a kitchen, seating area and bathroom.

While the Administration block contained offices, storerooms, and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee, and watch TV or just sit around talking.

Matthew Irving was a few weeks short of his twenty third birthday as Christmas approached and as he was a single man with no family he always volunteered to work over Christmas, and although he only lived in Oxley Green, he chose to stay in the staff block as the road between the villages was prone to closures in the worst of the winter.

Christmas was normally quieter than normal but that didn’t mean that everyone stayed home drinking eggnog, that year however he expected fewer visitors than usual because of the deteriorating weather, but as he was also a Mountain Rescue volunteer, he didn’t expect his yuletide to be exactly quiet, but he remembered thinking that once before, and he got it spectacularly wrong, as he didn’t quite call it correctly, it was quiet workwise because the Village was shut down by a snowstorm, but it was quite an eventful time inside the staff accommodation because Alicia Willmott seduced him into taking her cherry and for the three days they were snowed in he banged her like a drum, and she enjoyed every minute of it, and it didn’t end there, because they became fuck buddies which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

This year however she wasn’t on duty, but she had given him very strict instruction not to shag her replacement because it was her younger sister Shannon.

Shannon was two years younger than her sister and was an absolute stunner with a lovely figure and bigger tits even than Alicia.

But he was under strict instructions from Alicia not to even look at Shannon in a sexual way and if he did, he would be castrated. 

Perversely, even though the thought hadn’t crossed his mind,  

being given such a warning meant he was feeling exceptionally horny.

He parked the car outside the staff block, where the unit was well lit, but there were no other cars parked outside.

 

Once inside he thought he’d have a shower before his fellow volunteers arrived, so he went into his room and dropped off his gear and undressed, then wrapped a towel around his middle and headed for the bathroom and without hesitating he opened the door just as Shannon stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body.

She was beautiful like her sister but taller with long shapely legs, but the biggest differences were the greater size of her breasts and Shannon’s hairy bush, which was even more luxuriant than Alicia’s thatch.

Matthew stood staring at Shannon’s magnificent body for far longer than he should have but he struggled to draw his eyes away.

Then he blurted,

“I’m so sorry, my bad”

At which point she smiled and made no attempt to cover herself, so he closed the door and hurried back to the sanctuary of his room he took his towel off and glanced down.

“Oh fantastic, you’re just what I need” he said to his erection

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Alicia said if I so much as look at her you’re for the chop”

“She is gorgeous though” he muttered to his erect penis.

“I suppose I’d better wank you off before you get me into any more trouble” he said to his cock with his mind still full of vivid pictures of her nakedness and then the door opened suddenly, and Shannon stepped in wearing a dressing gown and stared down at his erect cock.

“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence and then undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the towelling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.

She walked towards him and kissed him, and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek while she put hers on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.

Matthew for some unknown reason then placed his other hand on her neck while her spare hand had started rubbing her slit.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, she pushed him back violently, so he was sitting on the bed, and stood in front of him sucking the juice off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down on his shaft.

Matthew let out a gasp and Shannon released a long soft moaning sigh.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 14” Shannon said and laughed before kissing him urgently on the mouth.

As she did so she rose and fell on him sliding her tight hot pussy up and down his shaft moaning softly with each penetration, her lips sliding from tip to root and greased his balls with her juice.

Suddenly she stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying, “Get on your back”

Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their tang and he eagerly obliged.

It wasn’t long before she was writhing with pleasure as he devoured her flesh then she shuddered and moaned in orgasm.

Suddenly she was off him again and crawling up the bed throwing herself down when she reached the pillows ending up on her back with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juices.

“Now you can fuck me,” Shannon said giggling.

Matthew rapidly crawled up the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her belly, her plump tits and then sucking her teat before he reached her mouth.

When their tongues engaged his throbbing cock homed in on her crack like a guided missile or perhaps more accurately that should that be guided muscle.

Either way, he was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped him tight while he pounded on her, the pace increasing steadily faster and faster, and they moaned and grunted in unison as they sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity, and both exploded in utter ecstasy.

 

He rolled off Shannon and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.

Then he looked at her and said

“Was that worth waiting for then?”

“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.

“Am I as good as Alicia?” she asked

“How would I know” he replied

“Because you’ve been shagging her since she was sixteen” she said

“I don’t know what you mean” he said defensively

“Oh yes you do” she chuckled

“How did you know?” he conceded

“Because I’m neither deaf nor blind” she said

“Did you see us then?” he asked

“Yes, when I was fourteen, I came home from school early and saw you skewering her over the back of the sofa” she explained “and I’ve heard you, numerous times fucking in her room, you’re not exactly quiet”

“Oh” he said “I thought we’d been quite restrained”

“Restrained?” she said mockingly

“Does anyone else know?” he asked

“If they do, they didn’t get it from me” she said

“What about Alicia?” he asked

“What about her?”

“Does she know that you know?” he asked

“I’ve never told her” Shannon said

“Oh God” he exclaimed

“What’s the matter?” she asked

“Alicia” he said

“What?”

“She threatened to castrate me just for looking at you” he said

“Oh dear” she chuckled

“God knows what she would do if she found out what we just did”

He said and turned pale which caused her to laugh

“Why will she find out?” she asked

“Because….” He began and left the rest unsaid

“Well, I’m not going to tell her that I let you fuck me” Shannon corrected him in a rather superior tone

“And I’m not looking to replace her either, I have a boyfriend”

“Ok” he said reassured

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to do it with you again sometime”    

She said,

“It’s rather exciting shagging my sister’s fuck buddy”

“So, when did you have in mind?” he asked

“Oh, I think when the opportunity arises” she replied

“I see” he said and looking down at his cock he added “I think an opportunity has arisen”

“Eh?”

Matthew just pointed in response to her exclamation and asked

“Do you want to do it again or not?”

“Oh God yes” She replied

Suffice is to say they didn’t sleep much that night.

Matthew and Shannon repeated the experience on the following night when they were both on duty again and Alicia was none the wiser. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (461) Christmas Quickie

 

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 National 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 it’s in the small village of Oxley Ridge.

The Oxley’s were a popular destination for visitors all year round, including corporate events and outward-bound courses, and the visitors were very important to the local economy, from hospitality and supplies, to guides and instructors.

On the outskirts of the village there was an Outdoor Pursuit Centre, with a shop, Café, and an accommodation block. 

And at one end there was the staff accommodation block similar in design to university student accommodation but much smaller.

There were four rooms per unit, sharing a kitchen, seating area and bathroom.

While the Administration block contained offices, storerooms, and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee, and watch TV or just sit around talking.

Matthew Irving was a few weeks short of his twenty third birthday as Christmas approached and as he was a single man with no family he always volunteered to work over Christmas, and although he only lived in Oxley Green, he chose to stay in the staff block as the road between the villages was prone to closures in the worst of the winter.

Christmas was normally quieter than normal but that didn’t mean that everyone stayed home drinking eggnog, that year however he expected fewer visitors than usual because of the deteriorating weather, but as he was also a Mountain Rescue volunteer, he didn’t expect his yuletide to be exactly quiet.

However he didn’t quite call it correctly, it was quiet workwise because the Village was shut down by a snowstorm, but it was quite an eventful time inside the staff accommodation when Alicia Willmott seduced him into taking her cherry and for the three days they were snowed in he banged her like a drum, and she enjoyed every minute of it, and it didn’t end there, because they became fuck buddies which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

 

They hadn’t hooked up over Christmas itself as she had family stuff to do but they made up for it two days after Boxing Day when they were rostered on together, and they were well satisfied.

The following day they were rostered on together again but unfortunately would not be alone, there was to be a third person on call, so a night of rampant shagging was out of the question.

So, they arranged to get there early, in order to get in a quickie, in case their worst fears were realised, so he parked the car outside the staff block, where the unit was in darkness, and there were no other cars parked outside.

 

It was about ten minutes after he’d arrived when Alicia walked into the block and called

“Are you there horny?”

“Hi Alicia” he responded, “I’m in the kitchen”

When she walked in the kitchen she was not dressed for winter, as she was wearing what looked like a man’s shirt

“That doesn’t look suitable for a winter night” he pointed out

“I’m wearing suitable footwear” she retorted and kicked one of her booted feet in the air “And the rest is suitable for what I have in mind”

“Very nice” he said

“And I hope its suitable for what you have in mind” she responded and then kissed him

“Where would you like it gorgeous?” he asked between kisses

“Here will suffice we don’t have time to relocate” she replied as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his trouser.

“Just don’t spaff on my dad’s shirt”

Then she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long, she was tugging roughly on his cock.

After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over, resting her elbows on the tabletop and wiggled her round arse at him.

Apparently, she was ready to go so he shuffled up behind her like a horny penguin and began tugging her shirt up over her arse, which was naked.

“Where are your drawers?” he asked

“In my coat pocket” she replied

“Fair enough” he responded and pushed the shirt fabric up her body so he could roughly grope at her tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock.

But every time she was about to impale herself on him, he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes, so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight hairy fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans she was emitting were like encores.

So, he pounded on her harder and faster.

The applause grew, her vocalizing grew, the electric pace grew, and the wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like baying wolf calls, they both came, and then his fuck buddy lay before him spent and disgraced bent over the kitchen table with his twitching cock still inside her.

After withdrawal they went into her room for a post coital cuddle and fell asleep in the afterglow, when he woke up two hours later, she was sucking his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (460) The Unwelcome Christmas Flirt

 

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 thirty-year-old Russ Deighton lived with his wife Beth.

They had a lovely home, good jobs, nice cars, no children and two dogs, and they were very content.

That is until one Christmas when they had an unexpected guest for a few days.

It was Beth’s twenty-two-year-old cousin Emily Brock, she was staying for three days between Christmas and New Year.

The reason for her stay being that she had plans to fly to Mexico with friends on New Year’s Eve, so just needed somewhere to stay for a few days, as the rest of her party lived in the north of the county.

Russ had met her once or twice, at weddings, christenings and the like but hadn’t really conversed with her, so to him she was a stranger and he really resented her being there.

This resentment grew stronger after her arrival when she began flirting with him, and when that didn’t work, she would bend over flashing him a glimpse of her panties up her skirt, or when wearing

jeggings she would bend at the waist and serve up a view of her pert round bum, and she would also wear clingy tops and no bra.

However, the thing that made him most resentful was the fact that he really wanted to fuck her.

He had a little respite one morning when she went into Abbottsford to buy some things for her holiday, and he thought he might give Beth a portion of what Emily needed.

Unfortunately, Beth had a migraine and had taken to her bed.

 

Emily was very chirpy when she returned with her purchases and was eager to show Beth what she had bought.

“She’s in bed with a migraine” he said

“Oh” she exclaimed deflated,

Emily was using the spare room which was right next to where Beth was sleeping so he said

 “I’d rather you didn’t go upstairs”

“Oh ok” she said “I was going to try my new things on”

“You can use the downstairs bathroom” he suggested

“Ok” she said meekly

 

Russ stood in the kitchen outside the toilet door and the thought of her being in there was making him quite hard knowing Emily was only a few feet away, undressing herself and changing into her holiday clothes and it had left him with a bulge in his trousers.

 

When he heard the lock click, he felt an unexpected excitement which added to his arousal and when it opened Emily was there wearing a black bikini top and a pair of skimpy shorts and he lost control, and she gasped as he pushed her backwards against the toilet wall.

There were no protestations just a little yelp when he yanked her bikini top off her titties, he paused briefly to look at her cute little tits with their rosebud nipples but did no more than look.

Instead, he looked up at Emily’s face, which was flushed, and was biting her lip, then without breaking eye contact his hand invaded her shorts.

He relished the look of surprise and wide-eyed delight that crossed her face as his hand caressed her freshly waxed fanny, and her eyes widening further as his digit entered her crease.

He made no other contact with her, and effectively had her pinned against the wall with one finger, and just kept staring at her face, enjoying the pleasurable expressions as they manifested, as he took her slowly and inexorably towards a knee trembling climax.

 

He would have liked to have fucked her there and then but that would have been too risky, so instead he sat her on the toilet and put his cock in her mouth and she sucked him off.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (459) Christmas in the Dark

 

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.

 

He had trouble getting to sleep, he thought about closing the curtain wondering if it was the moonlight keeping him awake but decided not to and dozed off.

He had no idea how long he had slept but when he began to stir, he was instantly aware that his cock was stirring also, and he drifted in and out of sleep with his mind full of vivid erotic dreams.

He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing him to full erection.

It felt so real, and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt…, no not dreamt, he definitely felt the telltale feathering of a tongue flicking round his knob.

So he lifted his head off the pillow and he could see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t tell whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he glanced down again but still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring his swollen cock but he knew very well it was Chantal whose mouth was around his prick and sucking on him.
Waking up to the unexpected delight of his cock in a hot girls mouth was amazing so he lay back and savored the pleasure.

In order to take him into her throat Chantal half climbed onto the bed presenting him with her beautiful round arse well in striking distance of his hand.
So he reached out a paw and groped up her nightie, caressing her round buttocks, enjoying its firmness and fullness.

Then while she slurped on his grateful member he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of her hairy pussy, and he probed her creamy wet pussy and managed to elicit moans of pleasure between the slurps on his shaft.
After a period of sustained fingering and without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto Johnny’s chest to present her hot ripe minge to his waiting mouth.

“Breakfast is served” he said then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
“Enjoy” Chantal responded

She brought him to the brink of tipping his load time after time until she came, and her fanny was farting in hoarse whispers.
Eventually Chantal could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her nightie so he could fuck her naked.
As he lay their watching her strip, in the moonlight, his face covered in her juice, he thought how much he loved her body.

He was still admiring her body as she climbed on him, especially her incredible tits, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft and began pumping on it like a piston.

Her tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode on him like a bucking bronco before she screamed out in orgasm and Johnny exploded inside her, pumping hot spunk into her quivering quim.
Chantal’s cunny spasming in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of his cock and then they collapsed and slept where they had come to rest after their exertions with Johnny’s cock still inside her cunny.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (458) Two Days After Boxing Day

 

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.

 

Two days after Boxing Day the twins were on a play date, the grandparents had returned home and both lots of parents had gone to Finchbottom for the day and much to Chantal’s frustration Johnny was on the early shift, again, and he mentioned that he might go for a beer with his mates before returning home, but dirty Chantal had a plan to make sure that wouldn’t happen. 

 

Johnny was in the locker room getting changed when all of a sudden, his phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out and he smiled when he saw it was a message from Chantal.

When he opened it, he saw it was a video message and when it began he gasped, so he took his phone into a cubicle.

She was in his bedroom sitting on his bed with her back against the headboard, a large white fluffy towel wrapped around her.

“This is for you babe” she said and let the towel fall away and he could she her in all her splendour.  

Then Chantal started rubbing herself with baby oil, first her breasts, then her belly, her thighs, and finally her pussy and then only her pussy and she got very hot very quick, he supposed she was already highly aroused before she started.

Chantal was breathing hard and biting her lip, and then she hooked her finger inside her labia and pulled it aside so she could flick her clit which she did ferociously and was moaning coarsely while still maintaining eye contact with the lens, so he would know it was all for him.

Johnny was enthralled by her display and exceedingly turned on and was tempted to get his tool out and wank along with her, but he didn’t want to miss a second of her and he knew she was close, he would come with her on the next screening.   

Chantal was now wanking with both hands, her forefingers side by side rubbing along her crease and her palms stroking her lips.

Her delicious moaning grew louder and louder as her hands pumped down her crack, faster and faster and as she pushed down, her thighs raised up.

She was so close to bliss, and her face was contorted with ecstasy as she bit her lip.

Chantal used one hand to reach up and grab the headboard as she bucked and squirmed towards orgasm and employed her remaining hand to rub her pussy lips mercilessly until she came noisily with gusto and continued rubbing herself in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Chantal smiled smugly at him, while she panted, then her smile broadened, and her face adopted a wicked demeanour as she held her hand to her face and sniffed her scent off her palm and then repeated the process with the other hand and all the while smiling at the camera.

Chantal put a finger to her mouth and pulled her lip down in a naughty schoolgirl kind of way and closed her eyes.

After a minute of watching the dirty little panting sex monster laying slumped, spent, and disgraced against the headboard she suddenly opened her eyes and rushed over to the laptop.

“I really want you” she said and smiled and then she got really close to the screen and whispered

“And I love you” and kissed the screen and then she was gone.

“Wow that was incredible” he said “and she loves me”

She had resisted saying it before, even though she felt it since before they fucked for the first time, he loved her too, but he’d just never said it.        

He was in the cubicle for about ten minutes while he waited for his erection to subside, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stand up as virtually every drop of blood in his body was residing in his cock.

When he was just at the point when he was ready to move the phone went off again.

“What now?” he said “I don’t know if I can cope with another video”

But it wasn’t a message it was a text from his mate Phil.

“Where are you? We’re in the pub”

So, he quickly typed his reply

“Sorry I have somewhere I need to be”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (457) DIY Christmas

 

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 National 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 it’s in the small village of Oxley Ridge.

The Oxley’s were a popular destination for visitors all year round, including corporate events and outward-bound courses, and the visitors were very important to the local economy, from hospitality and supplies, to guides and instructors.

On the outskirts of the village there was an Outdoor Pursuit Centre, with a shop, Café, and an accommodation block. 

And at one end there was the staff accommodation block similar in design to university student accommodation but much smaller.

There were four rooms per unit, sharing a kitchen, seating area and bathroom.

While the Administration block contained offices, storerooms, and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee, and watch TV or just sit around talking.

Matthew Irving was a few weeks short of his twenty third birthday as Christmas approached and as he was a single man with no family he always volunteered to work over Christmas, and although he only lived in Oxley Green, he chose to stay in the staff block as the road between the villages was prone to closures in the worst of the winter.

Christmas was normally quieter than normal but that didn’t mean that everyone stayed home drinking eggnog, that year however he expected fewer visitors than usual because of the deteriorating weather, but as he was also a Mountain Rescue volunteer, he didn’t expect his yuletide to be exactly quiet.

However he didn’t quite call it correctly, it was quiet workwise because the Village was shut down by a snowstorm, but it was quite an eventful time inside the staff accommodation when Alicia Willmott seduced him into taking her cherry and for the three days they were snowed in he banged her like a drum, and she enjoyed every minute of it, and it didn’t end there, because they became fuck buddies which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

They hadn’t hooked up over Christmas itself as she had family stuff to do but he thought they would probably do something two days after Boxing Day as they were rostered on together.

It was late when he parked the car outside the staff block, the unit was in semi darkness when he arrived, and her car was parked outside.

By the time he got inside and locked the door he had a bit of a semi on, due to the anticipation, then he headed towards his room, but as he passed the kitchen he hesitated as he caught sight of Alicia sitting on the kitchen counter fingering herself.

She was sitting with her eyes closed, biting her lip, her sweater above her cute breasts as the fingers of one hand toyed with her erect nipple while her other hand was down inside her knickers as her small digits diligently frigged her crack, her trousers were around her calves, which could fall no further as she still had her boots on.

Matthew had no qualms about observing the sensual scene, it may not have been the gentlemanly thing to do, but it was delicious, and he was sure she was patently aware she was not alone, and knew she was being watched would have excited her greatly.

The semi he had when he walked through the door had turned to a full-on boner, so he put his gear down and started to undress.

Alicia of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, but she did open her eyes.

“You started without me” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.

Alicia was still fingering her crack, as her other hand abandoned her tit and reached out to grab his swollen cock.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked between kisses

“Very much” he replied

“I can tell” she purred and pulled her knickers to one side and guided his cock towards her pussy.

But Matthew wasn’t ready to go in her just yet, so he picked her up and plopped her down on the table and shoved her backwards before pushing her legs back so her knee’s rested on her tits.

Matthew looked lustily down while her fingers busied at her pink pussy, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he licked at her flesh while her fingers diligently frigged between her hairy lips.

Knelt before her he noshed on her juicy cunt, which because of her delicious self-abuse was very juicy indeed and so it didn’t take long for the two of them to take her to climax and he was soon standing again and this time he plugged his cock into her juicy cunny and with her knees still resting on her tits and her hands gripping the table as he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.

 

Alicia was draped over the kitchen table, like a slutty tablecloth while he sat on the cold floor.

“That was very satisfactory” she sighed

“You’re satisfied?” he asked

“Very definitely” she replied

“You won’t want seconds then?” he asked, and she lifted her head

“Well, it wasn’t that satisfying” Alicia said “So we could try and do better”

So, he got to his feet and helped her to her feet and took her by the hand and led her, with her tits still exposed and her trouser still above her boots, waddling to his room where they had a much more leisurely fuck.