Choice Tales from the Vale – (511) The Grass Widows Reward

 

In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield which was a Military Town, whereas Nettlebridge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth.

This was of particular importance to the Robinson family because they were sheep farmers up in the high craggy hills above the Village of Oxley Ridge.

They had one of the largest farms in the county covering a lot of quite inhospitable terrain with steep hills and crags and deep valleys and bogs and the whole farm was crisscrossed with ditches and streams. 

So, on a warm early Spring morning youngest son Marshall drove one of their 8-wheel ARGO All Terrain Vehicle’s up to one of the highest parts of the farm to repair the drystone walls on their border with Watts Farm.

For the size of the farm and the nature of the terrain it was essential for the Robinsons to have ATV’s.

The Argo was perfect for them because it could climb very steep inclines, crawl over rough, uneven ground, streams, and ditches as well as swim when necessary because some of their land was prone to flooding and as sheep tended to wander, they would likely perish without an ATV to rescue them.

When they bought ARGO in was a drab green colour, but they painted it orange and black to make it more visible from a distance in all weathers.

It seated two in the front on a bench seat and was steered with handlebars, but it could seat more in the back if needed but mainly the back was used for carrying feed, lambs, or tools.

It also had a tubular steel cargo rack on the bonnet and a heavy-duty roll bar.

Marshall had spent the morning repairing a break in the drystone wall, then sat down in the sunshine with his back to the wall to eat his lunch.

He had just finished his second coffee and was preparing to pack everything away when he heard the sound of someone start peeing, followed by a sigh, a prolonged jet hitting the hard stoney ground, which he found strangely arousing because he was sure he knew who it was,  and he found himself wishing he was watching as well.

“Anything I can help with over there?” he asked as he stood up, making her jump.

“No thank you, I can manage” Emma Watts replied having just pulled her knickers and trousers up.

“Anything need wiping?” he added.

“No thanks” Emma replied.

Emma had the farm next door where she kept Angora goats, she was what was known colloquially as a “Grass Widow” meaning she was married but her Geologist husband George, but he was away from home 10 months in every 12.

“I thought it was a horse until I heard you sigh” he said.

“Very flattering” she retorted.

Emma was 27 and was remarkable in almost every way, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and too often lonely.

She loved her husband very much, but she had needs and Marshall was always more than willing to service them.

They were just about the same age, and they had got on well even before the first time he fucked her, which also happened when he was drystone walling.

So, when she clambered over the wall, he didn’t know whether she wanted his cock or his help or both.

It turned out to be both, because he helped her find a couple of Goats and then they had sex on the ATV.

After an indeterminate period of post coital cuddling while still in the same orgasmic position, they kissed tenderly and redressed.

“Well, I think that’s it for the day” he said looking up at the sky which had clouded over.

They got back aboard the ATV and Emma drove back to where he had been working and collected his tools and headed back down the hill and by the time, they’d gone about a hundred yards the light was fading fast and they didn’t have the lights on

“Put the lights on” he said.

“I can see fine, I’m like a cat” she replied and made a little clawing gesture accompanied by a growl.

“If you don’t put the lights on, you’ll be roadkill” he said.

“Killjoy” she retorted as she turned on the lights.

“Oooh that’s better”.

 

As they pulled into her yard it started to rain

“Open the barn” she said so he jumped off the Argo and opened the barn door and she drove in, then Marshall closed the door.

Emma jumped down.

“Wait here, I’m desperate for a pee” she said, “Then I’ll give you a hand with Goats”.

 

Ten minutes later to his complete surprise and delight Emma walked into barn wearing a wide brimmed hat, wellington boots and an oilskin coat, unbuttoned and revealing her nakedness.

“Why aren’t we doing this in the house?” he asked.

“Because the house is my marital home” she explained.

“So, we can’t do it in the house, I do have some standards even if they’re very low”.

Before he could respond she pushed him back against the wall and was kissing him on the mouth and fumbling with his belt

“You’re a bit overdressed” she said and began trying to undo his belt but couldn’t figure it out and lost patience.

“Undo it” she snapped.

“Yes mistress” he replied as she turned her attention to his boots.

But as soon as he’d unfastened the belt and unzipped his flies, she  roughly yanked his pants and trousers down his legs and off over his feet.

Then in an instant her lips were around his cock.

“Oh Emma” he gasped out as he discarded his coat and pulled his shirt and jumper off over his head and discarded them as well.

Marshall looked down at her straw-coloured head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with his balls and he thought he was going to explode in her mouth any second but then her lips were kissing their way up his body until her smiling face was only inches from his, and she kissed him again.

Emma broke away from his lips and threw a horse blanket on the ground then pushed Marshall onto it.

“Lie down” she barked.

“Whatever you say mistress” he said and lay down and stared up at her as she shed her oilskin coat and stepped out of her wellingtons and stood astride his chest then as she lowered herself onto his face and  he saw the dirty blonde fuzz on her labia and the juicy pink flesh of her pussy.

He worked the creamy wet flesh with his tongue, and she wriggled and squirmed, moaning and gasping as he sucked at her lips and licked her cunny while she was grinding her hot gash on his face until she could wait no longer and slithered down his chest leaving a snail trail of juice on his skin and impaled her hot cunny on his cock and began pumping on him in earnest and he held her hips as she writhed and moaned and grunted on him until she had finished with him and she collapsed on top of him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (510) Solicitor in Law

 

It was a hot sultry evening in the sleepy hamlet of Kingfisherbridge which sat quietly between Purplemere and Sharpington nestled comfortably on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills, only a few miles from Purplemere, and it was where Solicitor Sheridan Hanley had his office.

Which was where Estella Telles let her slinky pink gown fall to the floor revealing her well-toned young form, her breasts were round and firm, her nipples where deep pink and budding, her curly red pubic tringle was lush, and she gave him one of her most becoming smiles as she bent over the desk.

So, with her in position he undid his trousers and wheeled his chair up behind her with his helmet bared and his face barely inches away from her cunny.

“Come on then Estella if you want it come and get it” he commanded.

Obediently, his sister-in-law, who still had her hands on the desk pushed her hips backwards and lowered herself until she had enveloped his shaft and then pumped on and off him, withdrawing off him to the very tip of him on the off stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the way back, making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did.

But despite her consummate skill as a lover, given the unorthodox position, inevitably Estelle lost the rhythm so Sheridan with his balls fit to burst, used one hand to grope her breast and put the other one on her shoulder and finished her over the desk, then she collapsed forward, totally satisfied.

With his hands on her hips, he stayed in her for a few moments while he admired the spent sensual being impaled on his cock.

He didn’t know what it is but there is something very powerful about being inside a woman from behind, and that goes double when it’s your wife’s sister.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (509) The Grass Widows Dilemma

 

 In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield which was a Military Town, whereas Nettlebridge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth.

This was of particular importance to the Robinson family because they were sheep farmers up in the high craggy hills above the Village of Oxley Ridge.

They had one of the largest farms in the county covering a lot of quite inhospitable terrain with steep hills and crags and deep valleys and bogs and the whole farm was crisscrossed with ditches and streams. 

So, on a warm early Spring morning youngest son Marshall drove one of their 8-wheel ARGO All Terrain Vehicle’s up to one of the highest parts of the farm to repair the drystone walls on their border with Watts Farm.

For the size of the farm and the nature of the terrain it was essential for the Robinsons to have ATV’s.

The Argo was perfect for them because it could climb very steep inclines, crawl over rough, uneven ground, streams, and ditches as well as swim when necessary because some of their land was prone to flooding and as sheep tended to wander, they would likely perish without an ATV to rescue them.

When they bought ARGO in was a drab green colour, but they painted it orange and black to make it more visible from a distance in all weathers.

It seated two in the front on a bench seat and was steered with handlebars, but it could seat more in the back if needed but mainly the back was used for carrying feed, lambs, or tools.

It also had a tubular steel cargo rack on the bonnet and a heavy-duty roll bar.

Marshall had spent the morning repairing a break in the drystone wall, then sat down in the sunshine with his back to the wall to eat his lunch.

He had just finished his second coffee and was preparing to pack everything away when he heard the sound of someone start peeing, followed by a sigh, a prolonged jet hitting the hard stoney ground, which he found strangely arousing because he was sure he knew who it was,  and he found himself wishing he was watching as well.

“Anything I can help with over there?” he asked as he stood up, making her jump.

“No thank you, I can manage” Emma Watts replied having just pulled her knickers and trousers up.

“Anything need wiping?” he added.

“No thanks” Emma replied.

Emma had the farm next door where she kept Angora goats, she was what was known colloquially as a “Grass Widow” meaning she was married but her Geologist husband George, but he was away from home 10 months in every 12.

“I thought it was a horse until I heard you sigh” he said.

“Very flattering” she retorted.

Emma was 27 and was remarkable in almost every way, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and too often lonely.

She loved her husband very much, but she had needs and Marshall was always more than willing to service them.

They were just about the same age, and they had got on well even before the first time he fucked her, which also happened when he was drystone walling.

So, when she clambered over the wall, he didn’t know whether she wanted his cock or his help or both.

“I’ve lost a couple of Goats” she said, “have you seen them”.

“No, I haven’t” he replied, “But there’s another dodgy bit of wall the other side of the hill, about a hundred yard or so, I’ll take you on the ATV”.

“Ok thanks” she replied.

 

The Goats had got through the wall where he suspected, and it took them about twenty minutes to catch them and then they put them in the back and tied them to roll bars.

“Can I have a go” she asked when they were finished.

“Sure” he said, and they got back on the ATC with Emma in the driving seat.

Before they set off, she turned to him smiled and kissed him, so he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and Emma responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.

“No, it was supposed to be a thank you kiss, not a please get me wet kiss” she said sharply.

“So, it was getting you wet, was it?”

“I didn’t say that” she retorted and blushed.

“But it’s true though isn’t it” he said nibbling her ear and sliding his right hand along her thigh heading for her pussy and she clamped her thighs together and pushed down on the accelerator.

But this was not easily done and was finding it difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well as keeping her thighs tightly closed.

Emma released her grip on his hand for a split second and the buggy inched forward and his hand progressed up her thigh, then she clamped again.   

She released her grip again, briefly, the ATV inched forward again, and his hand had reached the top of her thigh.

Her thighs opened and depressed the accelerator, and they trundled forward as his finger reached its goal and began rubbing her pussy through her mole skin trousers.

The ATV was making some progress and Emma was biting her lip, though not in concentration, he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers.

She carried on driving and biting her lip and he carried on stroking and creaming her pussy when all of a sudden, she stopped the ATV.

“You bastard” she said and kissed him while she unzipped his fly and stroked his cock to full erection.

When she was happy with the result, she kicked off one boot and wriggled one leg free of her knickers and trousers and straddled him and lowered her hot pussy on to his waiting shaft and quickly warmed to her task, pumping on his shaft like a piston.

She rode on him moaning like a beast before she screamed out in orgasm and Marshall exploded inside her, much to

the bemusement of the Goats.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (508) The Lusty Landlady and the Substitute

 

Christian Harrison was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his old school friends Tom Wickens, Sasha Webster and Harry Brown, Harry’s cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds.

 

One day at the end of September Christian went over to their Landlady, Anjuli Kurla’s house, which was only a ten-minute walk away, to report a fault on their boiler, he didn’t want to particularly, but no one else was doing anything about it.

But he was glad he went because he caught his skinny Indian landlady fingering herself and ended up fucking her horny arse from behind on the sofa, after that he was a regular consumer of the Indian Buffet.

In late October Autumn had well and truly arrived in Downshire when Christian “went out for an Indian”.

He reached her house, which was a substantial detached Victorian building, and he saw her car was on the drive and the windows were open so he knew she was in, so he went through the side gate into the garden which was surrounded by a high red brick wall making the south facing garden a real sun trap.

He proceeded onto the decking and opened the back door and could immediately hear familiar noises emanating from inside the house.

He knew from personal experience what Anjuli sounded like when she was being fucked, so he assumed he had been replaced by another willing cock.

But he couldn’t resist investigating to see who the lucky man was, it appeared to be coming from dining room, so he quietly pushed the door open, just a crack and saw Anjuli kneeling on the floor, rising and falling on a huge vibrating dildo and moaning loudly with every thrust.

He closed the door again and quickly undressed and when he was naked, he reopened the door and stepped in and although she turned her head and smiled, she never missed a stroke as she continued to pleasure herself.

Christian walked towards her, and she opened her mouth to receive him, so he put his erection in her mouth.

“Oh” he gasped and put one hand on the back of her head, his fingers threaded amongst the thick black hair and gave her five good deep-throated lengths, while she finished herself off on her dildo.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and she slurped and dribbled then he lay down on the floor and let her impale her cunny on him until he finished inside her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (507) The Grass Widow

 

In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield which was a Military Town, whereas Nettlebridge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth.

This was of particular importance to the Robinson family because they were sheep farmers up in the high craggy hills above the Village of Oxley Ridge.

They had one of the largest farms in the county covering a lot of quite inhospitable terrain with steep hills and crags and deep valleys and bogs and the whole farm was crisscrossed with ditches and streams. 

So, on a warm early Spring morning youngest son Marshall drove one of their 8-wheel ARGO All Terrain Vehicle’s up to one of the highest parts of the farm to repair the drystone walls on their border with Watts Farm.

For the size of the farm and the nature of the terrain it was essential for the Robinsons to have ATV’s.

The Argo was perfect for them because it could climb very steep inclines, crawl over rough, uneven ground, streams, and ditches as well as swim when necessary because some of their land was prone to flooding and as sheep tended to wander, they would likely perish without an ATV to rescue them.

When they bought ARGO in was a drab green colour, but they painted it orange and black to make it more visible from a distance in all weathers.

It seated two in the front on a bench seat and was steered with handlebars, but it could seat more in the back if needed but mainly the back was used for carrying feed, lambs, or tools.

It also had a tubular steel cargo rack on the bonnet and a heavy-duty roll bar.

Marshall had spent the morning repairing a break in the drystone wall, then sat down in the sunshine with his back to the wall to eat his lunch.

He had just finished his second coffee and was preparing to pack everything away when he heard the sound of someone start peeing, followed by a sigh, a prolonged jet hitting the hard stoney ground, which he found strangely arousing because he was sure he knew who it was,  and he found himself wishing he was watching as well.

“Anything I can help with over there?” he asked as he stood up, making her jump.

“No thank you, I can manage” Emma Watts replied having just pulled her knickers and trousers up.

“Anything need wiping?” he added.

“No thanks” Emma replied.

Emma had the farm next door where she kept Angora goats, she was what was known colloquially as a “Grass Widow” meaning she was married but her Geologist husband George, but he was away from home 10 months in every 12.

“I thought it was a horse until I heard you sigh” he said.

“Very flattering” she retorted.

Emma was 27 and was remarkable in almost every way, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and too often lonely.

She loved her husband very much, but she had needs and Marshall was always more than willing to service them.

They were just about the same age, and they had got on well even before the first time he fucked her, which also happened when he was drystone walling.

When Emma initiated a sexual encounter with a kiss which led to her whorish moans echoing around the valley.

So, after starting proceedings he began to seize on the opportunity and had rummaged his way into her bra when she had second thoughts and turned her back on him.

“We mustn’t” she said sharply.

“But you were enjoying it” he pointed out.

“That’s not the point, I’m married” Emma said, “and I love my husband”.

He kissed her neck and began nibbling her ear and returned his hands to her yielding flesh.

So, she was stood behind the wall facing the stark scenery, hands braced on the cold stones, while he had one hand inside the layers of clothing fondling her ample breast and other deep in her knickers frigging her creamy fanny.

As he continued to stroke her quim, she was moaning rhythmically and the tone was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax, then he quickly debagged her before dropping his own trousers and taking out his cock.

Emma moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit of her hairy cunny and her juice glistened on his bell end in the sunlight and he repeated this action repeatedly and each time her moan grew louder, then she could wait no longer.

“Fuck me for God’s sake”

“I was just waiting for the invitation” Marshall said and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure as she gripped on to the wall as he pounded her pussy from behind while groping her tits.

Her moans gave way to hoarse grunts, growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased, until she screamed, and her body shuddered before he shot into her.

He left his cock twitching inside her hot pussy, and as she relaxed, she let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck and withdrew his cock from her fanny and she sighed again.

 

As Marshall redressed himself Emma was still clinging onto the wall, periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as she was when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her leg twitched.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (506) The Lusty Landlady on the Swing Seat

 

Christian Harrison was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his old school friends Tom Wickens, Sasha Webster and Harry Brown, Harry’s cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds.

 

One day at the end of September Christian went over to their Landlady, Anjuli Kurla’s house, which was only a ten-minute walk away, to report a fault on their boiler, he didn’t want to particularly, but no one else was doing anything about it.

But he was glad he went because he caught his skinny Indian landlady fingering herself and ended up fucking her horny arse from behind on the sofa, after that he was a regular consumer of the Indian Buffet.

In early October Downshire was experiencing an Indian Summer and Christian was experiencing it more the most.

He reached the house, which was a substantial detached Victorian building, and he saw her car was on the drive and the windows were open so he knew she was in, so he went through the side gate into the garden which was surrounded by a high red brick wall making the south facing garden a real sun trap.

He proceeded onto the decking and there she was on the swing seat, completely naked except for her jewellery.

Anjuli was a yoga devotee and was extremely limber and flexible, so it was no surprise to find her on the seat with her legs spread wide and her feet braced against the chains while her fingers toiled feverishly amidst her thick black pubes frigging her juicy flesh.

“You started without me again” he said as he hurriedly undressed.

“You’ll soon catch up” she purred.

Christian knelt down in front of her, and he kissed her smiling mouth and as their tongues entwined her fingers ran through his hair and then he felt downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head downward.

“They’re not the lips I want kissing” she said as his mouth approached her waiting cunny.

Christian’s balls were aching, and he was ready to fuck her, but she wanted his tongue first, so he willingly obliged her, she readily pleasured him during their exchanges, so he was happy to do the same and went down between her caramel-coloured thighs to sup on her hot juicy pussy. 

His tongue worked at the creamy wet flesh and she wriggled and squirmed, as the chains rattled, and she was moaning and gasping until she could wait no longer.

“Fuck me now” she screamed.

“Oh God please fuck me now”.

Christian raised his head and wiped her juice from his mouth with his arm and looked at her with one hand gripping the seat back and the other playing with her dark nipple.

Her legs were still spread wide braced between the chains and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him with her wet pussy on the edge of the seat.

“Now Christian” she said, “I want your cock”.

He immediately obliged her request and she sucked in air through her teeth, then he pulled the swing back and forth sliding her juicy quim on and off his cock and all the time she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he swung the chair faster and faster and the chains rattled until Anjuli screamed in the garden at the top of her lungs and he erupted in side her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (505) Christmas Stuffing

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, such as the beautiful village of Chapel Hill which was the home of Adam and Daisy Brannigan and on Christmas morning Daisy was anxiously awaiting the arrival of their lunch guests, because they were hosting the in-laws for the first time. 

Daisy was sitting on an armchair and Adam stood behind her.

“Just relax” he said and put his hands on her shoulders and peered down inside her gaping red blouse to the magnificent breasts encased in the smooth cupped black bra.

“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the silk cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her breasts.

“Theres no time for that nonsense” she snapped and pulled his hands out “They’ll be here any minute”.

“Actually, we have plenty of time, because mum just texted and they’re running an hour late” he replied.

“Oh” she murmured and fed his hands back inside her bra and reunited them with her tits.

“Good move” he said and bent down to kiss down into her mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.

He abandoned her Christmas baubles and knelt in front of her and resumed the kiss, and as she unbuttoned her blouse and liberated her breasts, his hands went up her skirt.

She broke away from his lips and redirected his mouth towards her proud pink nipple and he obligingly sucked it as she played with the other one.

Daisy’s breasts were rising and falling, and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he fingered her though her tights and knickers and very quickly the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until cream oozed through the fabric.

Daisy wriggled and squirmed in the chair and was panting in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

He reached up under her skirt with both hands and smartly yanked her Christmas tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her knickers and this time she obliged him by lifting her buttocks off the chair and the silk panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her magnificent tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to lick it out, but time was against him, he would nosh on her later in the day so instead he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it now, do it now?” she begged and sat back in the chair with her thighs wide open and her pussy on the edge of the chair and he quickly obliged her, so as Daisy held tight onto the arms of the chair, Adam fucked her juicy quim and she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he fucked her faster and faster.

Finally, Daisy drew hers knees up to her chest and moaned into the folds of her skirt as the chair began to creak under the frenetic strain and they both came loudly.

It was doubly satisfying for Daisy because not only had she had a very agreeable Christmas fuck, but her mother-in-law was going to be an hour late, and Daisy would never let her live that down.

She would have to put on clean knickers and tights but that was a small price to pay for a juicy Christmas fuck.