Choice Tales from the Vale – (526) By the Flowing Waters

 

The Downshire Navigation, is part of the canal network which runs between Nettlefield in the north, down through Millmoor and the Oakhams to Northchapel, Abbeyvale and then to its most southerly point, Abbottsford, where it again heads north, this time to Childean, Purplemere and Finchbottom where it joined the River Finch, it was also where the Saucy Sally was moored, where in the early evening, as the flowing waters lapped against the side of barge, Rob Andrews lapped at Yasmin Martin’s flowing waters and they made love again with the spring sunlight shining through the window, flooding the cabin in an orange glow.

 

They sat on the bed awhile gathering themselves, then Yasmin picked her clothes up and redressed, as he watched libidinously while she rehoused her lovely titties before he got dressed himself, then they shared a soft and gentle, affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door.

It was getting dark as they prepared to leave the barge and return to the car.

“That was a very pleasant afternoon,” Rob said.

“Wasn’t it” Yasmin agreed with a grin.

“I’m not so sure the owner won’t know that someone’s been here,” he said.

“I know, we certainly left our mark on the bed linen” Yasmin said with a chuckle.

She left first and headed along the towpath to the car park Rob followed five minutes later and came under the steely gaze of a rather stern looking dog walker.

A young woman who would otherwise have been quite fuckable, if she hadn’t been wearing such a sour expression, he thought she probably knew what they had been doing and didn’t like it a bit.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (525) Pier Review

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park and the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, and Alastair Jonhson was a long-time resident.

But he spent just as much time down on the beach as he did at home, and he was a keen fisherman and liked fishing from the Pier or underneath it.

On Friday he reached the beach just in time to see Hannah and her sister Sophie walking down the promenade.

He hurried off because if Hannah spotted him, she would delay him from starting fishing, she was always wanting him to wet his rod in her.

He decided to fish off the end of the Pier as he didn’t think she would bother looking for him there, then he could find her later when he’d had enough fishing and fuck her.

 

“I’m going down to the sea” Hannah said as she and her sister walked past the Beach Huts “You can catch me up”.

“Ok I won’t be long behind you; I’ll catch you up,” said Sophie.

Hannah smiled because she knew her sister wouldn’t be along anytime soon because Sophie was about to get some twat action which was why she was going to find Alastair to get some action for her own pussy.

 

Alastair decided to fish off the lower deck at the end of the Pier where boats could tie up at high water. 

But when he started fishing high water was some time away, so he baited his hook and cast out and sat on the wooden bench.

However, he’d only been fishing for about ten minutes when Hannah found him.

“Hello Al”

“Not now Hannah I’m fishing” he protested.

“You’d rather fish than play with these beauties?” she asked as she removed her white bikini bra to expose her plump caramel-coloured titties.  

“Not now”

Undeterred Hannah walked right up to the fisherman and pulled the front of her white bottoms down to expose her black bush and pushed it right in his face so he could smell her horny scent and that got his attention.

 

Hannah was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of him, and her lips were locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.

Alastair pulled her bottoms off her cute buttocks and sat her down on his lap.

At the moment her little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly, and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.

He slid his hand slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he found her teat.

He fondled her plump little tittie for a few minutes, and she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hand journeyed down her belly.

Hannah’s thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little murmur of pleasure at his touch.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips until she suddenly jumped up, and pausing only to pick up her costume, bent over on the bench beside him.

Her moist pink pussy was open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze, she turned and looked at him over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant with her biking bottoms in her mouth.

He stood up and approached her and dropped his shorts she was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny, and she moaned though her gag as he penetrated her juicy lips.

She began moaning uncontrollably as he pumped her pussy and her tits were jiggling so he took them in hand as she was truly relishing every stroke as he pumped into her again and again and with every deep penetration, she let out a grunt.

He could feel himself on the threshold and as her head was rolling wildly from side to side, he knew that Hannah was almost there too until he thrust into her one more time and she let out a long-muffled moan as she went rigid and came hard as he finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm salty air.

Hannah was the first to move as she pulled her bikini bottoms  from her mouth.

“God, I love fishing” she panted.

“Me too” he said as he pulled his sticky shaft slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (524) Loving the Seaside

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park and the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, and David Moseley

was a long-time resident.

But he spent just as much time down on the beach as he did at home as he had a Beach Hut at the North end of the beach, he particularly enjoyed the evenings because that was when he often ran in to Sophie Greenwood, and that always made their day.

On Friday he arrived just in time to see Sophie and her sister Hannah walking down the promenade.

So, he proceeded to his Beach Hut and passed some young women  wet from the sea heading into their own hut to get changed so he went inside his and undressed. 

He liked the idea that when he was in his hut undressing there was only an inch or two of timber separating him from some naked lasses drying their young fannies.

He wrapped his towel around his naked lower half; then waited until he heard the familiar voices of the Greenwood sisters.

“I’m going down to the sea” Hannah said, “You can catch me up”.

“Ok I won’t be long behind you; I’ll catch you up,” said Sophie.

The anticipation was making him quite hard knowing she was only a few yards away from him wearing only a bikini.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of course he’d had a sexual encounter with her in his hut several times already that summer.

But whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.

“Ok I will see you in a few minutes” Sophie said,  and he knew she was close, so he opened his door and found he had timed it to perfection as she was right there wearing a yellow bikini and clutching a towel.

She looked  delectable with the yellow against her caramel brown skin.

“Hello Sophie” he said wearing only a towel.

“Oh David” she said, but not flustered as she had been the last time, and her eyes went straight to his bulge.

“I’m glad I bumped into you,” he said.

“Me too” she retorted and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her bikini clad figure, she pushed him back into the hut and closed the door.

For the first time since he’d known her, she took the initiative and quickly untied her bikini top and cast it aside exposing her cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock. 

This was a surprising turn of events; Sophie had decided to take full advantage of their meeting and Dave had no intention of preventing her. 

So, he feasted his eyes on her two beautiful chocolate confections on full display, which she made no move to recover.

“So, what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.

She let go of his erection long enough to remove her briefs.

“Everything” she replied and took hold of his shaft again.

“Are you sure?” He asked her.

“Oh yes David” she replied and kissed him.

 “Hannah will wonder where you are,” he said feebly but she ignored him and kissed him again so he couldn’t speak again.

The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.

The kiss was warm and liquid with hot tongues of passion as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.

He pushed her back against the table and the moment her bony little arse made contact with the top their mouths disengaged briefly, and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.

He slid his hand slowly up to cup her breast; and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he found her teat.

He fondled her plump little tittie for a few minutes, and she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hand journeyed down her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little murmur of pleasure at his touch.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips until she suddenly jumped up and pushed him backwards, so he had to sit down on the chair, and in a flash, she straddled him.

Sophie was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as she lowered her moist pink pussy on to his shaft, holding onto the back of the chair to give her some purchase and enabling her to thrust her juicy lips onto him.

She began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on him and her tits were jiggling wildly as she was pumping up and down and she was truly relishing her task as she pumped down on him again and again and with every deep penetration, she let out a grunt.

He could feel himself on the threshold and he knew from experience that Sophie was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side, and then she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long-muffled moan as she went rigid and came and he finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm Beach Hut.

Sophie was the first to move as she climbed off him and she panted.

“I love the seaside”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (523) Hello Mrs White

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, it was also the location of the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill and it was in her garden in Nob Hill where Kaitlin White sunned herself on a lounger in her yellow bikini.

She had been on her lounger for about an hour when a dark shadow fell over her.

“Hello Mrs White” said a tall shirtless figure on the left of the lounger, with her back to him, she rolled onto her side and looked over her right shoulder.

“Oh, uh em hello Eric” she said barely recognizing her sons old school friend with his smooth skinned torso, rippling with muscles,  and his bronzed skin.

“Oh, my haven’t you grown since I saw you last” she said, “So tall”.

“I’ve grown everywhere” he said.

“Oh my” she exclaimed and blushed

“I’m afraid David’s still at university”.

“That’s ok, I’m not here to see Dave” Eric replied, “I’m here for you”.

“You’re what?” she asked as she turned and looked over her shoulder.

“I’m here to see you” he said and bent down and gave her a long-wet kiss which took her breath away, it should have shocked her, but it didn’t.

“What do you mean?” she demanded.

“I think you know what I mean” he said and kissed her again longer and more passionate this time and she was responding in kind despite her confusion.

Then he untied the string on her bikini and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her tit.

“No stop that” she said and pushed his hand away.

“This is wrong” she said and tucked her tit away again.

“Do you remember when I kissed you and groped your tits on New Years Eve that time?” he asked but she didn’t answer “And you said that was very nice but wait till you’re older”.

“Yes”

“Well, I’m older” he said and un-cupped her again.  

“So am I” she retorted as he toyed with her stiff nipple.

“But still desirable” he said and kissed her again while his right hand journeyed down across her belly, but she grabbed his hand just as his fingers reached the fabric of her bottoms.

“We mustn’t” she said again.

“Yes we should” so she released his hand and it proceeded into her briefs through her thick lush bush toward the prize beyond.
“We shouldn’t” she said again but her thighs parted anyway and his fingers slipped into her gash, which creamed up very quickly,
Kaitlin moaned loudly then closed her thighs on his hand, briefly, then released her grip so he could continue to frig her.
He was positioned behind her in such a way that he could fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and play with her tits with his left and look down at her wriggling squirming form as he played with her like an instrument rather like a concert pianist.
It wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came after she unclamped his hand from her mouth she gasped out

“Oh Eric, I want you”.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “I’m really sure.”

“Let’s go inside” she said and prepared to move.

“Stay were you are, I’m having you here” he instructed.

“But how can we?” she asked, “I’m not undressing in the garden”.

“I’ll fuck you up the leg” he told her.

“Can you do that?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Do it, DO IT NOW,” she yelled.

He stood up and pulled down his shorts while she watched over her shoulder.

“My God” she said.

“I told you I’d grown everywhere” he said.

Kaitlin was still on her side so he lifted her upper leg by the thigh and bending her leg at the knee he tucked her lower leg under his right arm, holding her knee with his right hand.
Then with his left hand now free he pulled the gusset of her costume down to reveal her pink moist pussy.
Using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good you dirty boy” Kaitlin said as he penetrated her. “So good and so dirty”
Though he was still a young man she was not the first woman to express that particular sentiment.
With his hands now occupied elsewhere Kaitlin used her bikini top to stifled her moans as he repeatedly skewered her.
Her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she thrashed about on the lounger with each of his deep penetrating entries of her syrupy quim, then as he shortened his stroke and increased tempo the lounger was skipping around on the deck, rattling and shaking then Kaitlin screamed a loud muffled scream into her bikini top and a second later he erupted inside her cunny.
He pulled tool from her oozing gash and said

“Now we can go inside.”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (522) All I want for Christmas

 

Student Eleanor Szarka was one of the grotto Elf’s whose ginger whiskers Forty something Adrian Knight, aka Santa  had been splitting that Christmas.

But she was young and almost permanently horny so when the need arose and there was no cock available, she’d have to take matters in her  hands, normally just with a cheeky finger but at other times she used tools.

On Saturday night she was particularly frustrated because she had been looking forward to receiving Santa’s cock all shift only to have missed him.

Which was why she was sitting in Santa’s throne with her red and white striped tights and knickers pulled down below her knees and her Elf dress rucked up around her middle.

Eleanor played with her nipple with her left hand while her right was thrusting a 12-inch vibrator between her ginger fuzzed labia as she moaned whorishly.

As she neared Shangri La she couldn’t quite take herself over the line.

Which was when Adrian Knight walked into the grotto, wearing his Santa suit.

“Oh, Santa, thank God” she gasped.

“And what would you like for Christmas little girl” he asked.

“All I want for Christmas is cock” she replied and jumped up and knelt on the throne with her a pert white arse, on display.

So, Santa dropped his trousers and gave what she wanted for Christmas and fucked the horny elf roughly from behind.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (521) The Bait in the Trap

 

Sarah McGee was determined to lose her virginity by the time she was 18, and she had always envisaged that she would give her cherry to her cousin, Oliver Hough who was the same age as her and she thought he was gorgeous, tall, athletic, good looking, funny, intelligent and painfully shy. 

He was also apparently lacking gumption; she had been virtually throwing herself at him for two years and she hadn’t had so much as a peck on the cheek let alone his pecker up her snatch.

She knew he wasn’t gay because she’d seen his porn folder on his laptop, it was all straight, and all the girls were classily dressed but very sexy.

 

The Hough’s and the McGee’s had shared a house for four years after Ben Hough and Billy McGee were killed in a sea fishing accident, so she knew the venue she wanted to use for her deflowering.

Having looked at his porn she knew what he liked in a woman, so she knew what to use to bait the trap.

He had a lot of pictures of young women in stockings, in fact there were a lot of pictures of just stockinged legs.

 

So, she deducted that he was a leg man, which was good because she had great legs, but having said that there were a lot of pictures of tits, arse and fanny.

He liked plump little tits, tick, small pert arse, tick, hairy bush, tick.

So, she met all of his criteria, she thought she even had the right hair colour, as he had a disproportionate amount of naked red heads.

The other thing she noticed was that none of them were wearing cheap, shabby, tawdry, or ill-fitting garments, and all the underwear matched, so she went on a shopping trip to Hanratty’s and bought a selection of quality lingerie and hosiery.

 

So, Sarah had the venue, the clothing, and the equipment she just needed to set the time and date and time was running out with less than a month to go.

Then an opportunity presented itself when for one day only due to a variety of reasons everyone was going to be out so the stars had aligned, they would have the house to themselves for a full 9 hours.

 

Sarah McGee positioned herself in front of her mirror so she was visible through the bedroom door as Oliver walked up the stairs and he stopped in his tracks when he saw Sarah displaying herself like a classy tart, with her classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her cami-knickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her black stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.

His hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package in black. 

“Do you like my undies?” she asked, “I’m wearing them for someone special”.

He just stood in the doorway and continued to appraise her.

“You like my stockings and suspenders eh” she said seductively but he was speechless, so she stepped towards him.

“Perhaps we should find out how much?”

She maintained eye contact with him as she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zip and still, he was silent except for his breathing.

“Well, you do like my stockings” she exclaimed as her hand found his cock and when she’d tugged it out and it unfurled, she added.

“Wow you really, really, liked them”.

“I really do” he stammered as she tugged gently on his shaft.

Sarah was very calm on the outside, but she was on fire inside, so she increased the tempo.

“I like everything” he gasped.

“Perhaps I should show you more” she suggested and reluctantly released his erection.

She walked over towards her bed and glancing in the mirror she was delighted to see he’d stepped inside and closed the door and in the absence of  her hand Oliver replaced it with his own.

She turned to face him and smiled seductively as she pulled the camisole off over her head and exposed her perfect breasts causing him to grip his shaft more firmly.

“I see these meet with your approval” she said and caressed them.

“They’re perfect” he said.

“You don’t think I can do better?” she asked.

“You look perfect right now” he said.

“Then I think you’d better have me right now” she said and wriggled out of her Cami knickers, and they hit the floor the same time as his shorts.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (520) Losing the Bet

 

Isabelle Mathews and Martin King both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid, and he was a general handyman.

The previous year they had been an item but this season he had been cold and distant, and she had done all she could to win him over, without success.

Martin lived in Sharpinghead, but Issy was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them, they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.

So, one night when they were drinking, she made a bet with him that she could out drink him, which she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. 

He accepted the bet and she cheated to let him win, so the next day she went to his chalet.

“I’ve come to honour our bet” she said.

“It was just a silly bet Issy” Martin said to her “don't worry about it”.

“No fair is fair” said his shapely ex-girlfriend pulling down her panties.

“I said that you could use me and abuse me any way you wanted, and I never go back on a bet”.

“Ok then” he said as he dropped his trousers “but no holes are barred”.