Choice Tales from the Vale – (466) Under the Christmas Blanket

 

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.

After work on New Year’s Eve, he headed to his Cottage situated in  the depths of the Forest and Matthew was really looking forward to getting home because he planned to get into the depths of fuck buddy Alicia. 

Their mutually satisfying sexual relationship began when Alicia, was just sixteen, when Miss 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 four years later he was still banging her, and she was still enjoying it.

But that was not his only sexual encounter with the Willmott’s as the previous Christmas Alicia’s younger sister, Shannon, seduced him in his own room at the staff block when she was seventeen, though she was not a virgin.

He was looking forward to seeing in the New Year with Alicia, so he hurried home straight from work, and it was dark when he arrived and it turned out he was not the first, as there was already a car parked outside, although it didn’t look like hers.

Matthew parked beside it and mused for a second or two on who it belonged to, but he didn’t recognize it at all so went straight into the kitchen and boiled the kettle and made himself a drink.

He picked up his coffee and opened the lounge door and as the light from the hall flooded into the room, he did a double take.

In the middle of the room there was a sheepskin rug, but it wasn’t that which surprised him, what had got his attention, was what was directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, the most perfect round arse.

And it was an arse he had become very familiar with, over the previous twelve months for laying with her back to him on the sheepskin rug in the foetal position, partially covered by a Christmas blanket was Shannon Willmott’s naked body.

He quickly undressed and crawled over to her and put his hand on one of her firm young buttocks which was cold to his touch, so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.

He caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks until his fingers reached her hairy pussy.

Shannon began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced across her lip before his finger peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.

She murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he worked on her and then she gasped. 

“Ohhhh” she said, “What kept you?” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her gash and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this” he thought to himself

“I thought I’d be shagging her sister”

He was smiling to himself as Shannon wriggled her arse to the edge of the rug where he knelt with cock in hand.

“Oh hell at least I’m keeping it in the family” he thought

“Mmmmm” Shannon exclaimed as he pushed his helmet between her sticky lips.

“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him.

He wasn’t sure at that point why he was fucking Shannon from behind on the sheepskin rug and not Alicia but to be honest he didn’t give it very much thought as he was pounding her pussy.

He looked down at her as she was biting her lip and pulling her hair and as he groped at her breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Shannon was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired since the moment she arrived at the cottage.

She was gripping the edge of the rug and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard that her legs thrashed under the blanket and her foot knock over the fire irons, and then she juddered again, and Matthew finished in a pulsating ejaculation.

“Was that what you were waiting for?” he said between pants.

“You know damn well it is” Shannon panted

But just to be certain sure after half an hour they did it once more when he banged her from one year into the next, twice more the next morning before Alicia finally arrived for some New Year’s Day cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (465) See the New Year in with a Bang

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 New Year’s Eve Mike was getting ready to go out when he decided he would rather be in, so he picked up his phone and called the person he wanted to get in, Sue.

“Hello!”

“Hey Soo’s” he said “Its Mike”

“I’m just heading out to the pub, are you going?” she asked “I thought we might get together afterwards”

“I thought I might give the pub a miss and go straight to the afters” he replied

“And you can’t wait until after midnight?” she asked as her hand entered her leggings

“No, I can’t, because I’m horny now” he said

“No self-control” she told him as her fingers parted her lips

“I’ll leave the back door open and slip into something slutty”

“So will I when I get there” he retorted

 

He crossed the village green to Sue’s cottage and went down the path and round the back so he could go in the back door, which seemed appropriate to him as he was going to be banging at her back door once he got inside. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (464) A New Year’s Eve to Remember

 

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

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

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

So, they got together whenever they could, but as he was her patient they had to sneak around, and that meant that often needed to make quite convoluted plans, but at others it was more simple.

 

So, on New Year’s Eve Sarah feigned illness as she was supposed to be going to a party, and Leo, under cover of darkness, crept round the back of her house and in through the kitchen door, where she was waiting to greet him with a kiss.   

“Take your coat off” she said “But feel free to remove anything else, and come through to the lounge”

She was standing by the sofa when he walked into the lounge,

“I brought wine” Leo said

“I’ll have mine after” she said, so he put the bottle on the coffee table, and the moment he straightened up again her mouth was on his, and when their lips touched her tongue was thrust into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which was a welcome development and he responded in kind.

As her tongue energetically explored his mouth, he was already thinking of the other pleasures she would be imparting, and his hands, which had been on the small of her back, slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave them a squeeze and his hands lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her snug fitting top to explore its contents.

Once underneath it was only seconds before his hands were climbing her naked back towards her bra and reached the substantial piece of engineering separating him and her tits.

Once inside the delicate item of lingerie he got hold of the contents, and Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge tits, and they felt great in his hands, her nipples were larger as well and as stiff as pencil ends.

“Hmmm” she murmured as he played with her stiffened nipples, and it temporarily broke her contact with his mouth, and she slurped noisily before reengaging.

He released his hold on her great bulbous breasts and moved his hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her black utilitarian stockinged thighs.

He eagerly reached under the folds of fabric and when he found the waistband, he dragged her tights over her buttocks before he repeated the process with her knickers.

Once they were both residing a few inches above her knees he wasted no time in reacquainting himself with her fanny.

Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible, but he couldn’t easily reach her Minge and pay it the attention it deserved, but before he had time to figure out a solution, she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the end of the sofa, which presented him with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her hot gash, which he took immediate advantage of, and slipped his fingers between her treacly lips and the moment his fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her until she was ready to receive his throbbing cock, hungry for cunny.

Blissfully he soon got his balls wet as he plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honeyed hole while he cupped her massive tits.

 

As she lay panting and spent across the end of the sofa, he poured himself a glass of wine and looked her over as she lay draped along the back of the sofa, face down with one huge white tit either side of it, her big round naked arse on display, her tights, and knickers around her knees.

“That’s the way to spend New Year’s Eve” he said

“It’s certainly one I’ll remember” Sarah said smuggling her tits back inside her top

“Me too” he agreed as he watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up

“So, is that all I’m getting for the year?” She asked “Not that I’m complaining”

“Well as the year isn’t over, I think I’d better take you to bed” he suggested

“Ok” she acquiesced “Then you can stay for breakfast”

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.