Choice Tales from the Vale – (480) Crumpet Man

 

Terry Argent was a crumpet man, and he didn’t care who he did it with, vamp, tart, bimbo, intellectual, or intelligently spectacled.
Nor did he care about physical type, dimensions, or proportions, whether tall or pencil thin, pear shaped, round or an hourglass figure.
He didn’t have a particular eye colour he favoured, hair could be long, short or none at all, they could be blonde, brunette, black or red.

Piercings, tattoo's, he could take or leave, and pubic hair could be wild or tamed, Brazilian’s, vajazzled or waxed and breasts of all sizes were acceptable from flat chests to voluminous jugs that escaped their garments like deploying airbags.

So, Terry really wasn’t fussy his only stipulations for all his conquests was that they had a pulse and were willing.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (479) Sex Addict

 

Eric Dyer liked sex, any and all sex, and when he wasn’t doing it, he was thinking about doing it, he liked spooning in bed, doing it on all fours like beasts, he liked it missionary, having a honey straddling him like a monkey on a stick.

He wasn’t fussy how or where, whether mounting them roughly from behind, bondage or spanking, a bit of oral, maybe the wheelbarrow, or a knee trembler against a wall.
All he asked was the recipient was at least a little animated when they were at it, and not motionless like a resuscitation doll.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (478) Clerical Lust

 

“I’ve spent my whole life denying myself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, so I for one don’t believe God would punish me, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head, if for no other reason than to prove I’m still alive”

The Vicar said as she climbed on top of the Verger and impaled her tight cunny onto his waiting cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (477) Sensual Embrace

 

He kissed every inch of her sweet, perfumed skin, beginning at the nape of her neck, causing the downy hairs to stand up, then her collar bone and throat, before descending to each perfect breast and their proud pink peaks, which he left swollen and misshaped.

His lips then proceeded across her soft quivering belly, drawn by passions erotic scent, his mouth dallied amongst her fragrant bush, his nostrils flaring as they inhaled her pungency, and beyond her down, her luscious loins where he sourced the open petals of the moist blossom of her melliferous flower, and he consumed her sourly sweet liquid sensuality.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (476) Terms and Conditions

 

University Student Linda Gardiner and serial philandering lecturer Gerry Farr had just got engaged and were sitting in the Castle beer garden discussing the previous weekend when he was away with the football team.

Linda raised an eyebrow when he told her about the hen party they ran into.

“Well, that’s just the perfect scenario for a dirty old man” she said tongue in cheek.

“Not so much of the old” he protested

“It’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said, and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow

“I know you do so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly

“But I don’t need to know who they are, although I could guess a few”

Gerry went to speak but she stopped him

“However, I do have the following conditions, firstly you never touch my sisters” she said before adding “Or my mother”

Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust, however if they turned out anything like Linda, they might do in ten or fifteen years, but he hadn’t considered her mother, who was still an attractive woman.

“And as long as when you’re with me I have your undivided attention”

“Can I look at other women when were together?” he asked

“Yes”

“And can I have lustful thoughts about them?”

“Only if I get the benefit of any resulting erection”

Gerry was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of the barmaid Dakota collecting glasses and at that precise moment, she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat to the whole garden.

“So, if the sight of Dakota Arnold’s knickers wakes up the beast, I get to tame it”

“Well that seemed clear enough” he said and drained his glass

“The beast has awoken by the way”

“Well let’s get home and tame the throbbing beast” she said and drained her own glass “Do you need another look at Dakota’s fanny before we go”

“No, I think it’s served its purpose” he replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (475) Dictation

 

Abbottsford is Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government and it is also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, where education often took a back seat to sexual desire and gratification.

“Ok you can come to my room” Fi said “but I don’t do kissing”

Which annoyed Johnny because he like kissing, he was a good kisser, but he agreed because she didn’t rule anything else out.

He followed her into her room where she quickly stripped off and got under the duvet and the moment he joined her, she wrapped her arms around him and said,

“Now you can touch me Johnny,”

He could tell instantly that she was going to be one of those, a giver of instructions, but he roughly frigged her pussy anyway, and after she’d climaxed, he tried to kiss her

“No don’t kiss me,” she said “I told you no kissing”

“Rub me some more Johnny,” she ordered

“Rub my pussy hard”

This went on for a while, he couldn’t have said say how long but he knew it was all getting a bit tedious and then she came again.

“Now you can lick my pussy” she said

“I don’t think so” he said “I’ve had enough of doing it by numbers”

“Just shut up and lick my pussy” she ordered “Now!”

“No, I don’t think I will, bossy arse” he snapped

“Lick my pussy” she demanded “Elaine told me you give great head, so give me head”

“No”

“But this is the way I like to do it” she insisted

“Until today” he said “Now we are doing it my way”

“But…” she began

“Stop talking” he barked “its sixty-nine time”

“Oh no I don’t do that” she said “I don’t kiss, and I don’t do that”

“Do as you’re told” he said “sit on my chest and suck my cock and when it’s in your mouth up to my balls I’ll nosh you”

Reluctantly she climbed on his chest with her juicy cunny inches from his face and then she consumed him up to his balls at the first attempt, so he began to sup from her juicy hole, but she didn’t stop sucking on him, but as soon as his expert tonguing brought her to another spine-tingling climax, she lifted her head from her task and turned to look at him and asked.

“Can you fuck me now please?”  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (474) Desecration

 

When he got her back to his room and they began to get into each other’s clothes he noticed, as she lay on the bed beneath him, her blouse unbuttoned and open, her trousers and underwear discarded on the floor, he noticed two things, which were major point droppers,

Firstly, she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, desecration as far as he was concerned and second, she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her mound which quite frankly he thought looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.

Even so they weren’t big enough point droppers to preventing him from spearing her, after all a shag is a shag.