Choice Tales from the Vale – (553) The Squatter

 

Third year University friends Sam Evans and Simon Hine were walking and camping amidst the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, and on their second day they met another two students, Susan Chandy and Rose Apigo who were freshers, and decided they would stick together.

One evening Sam was walking down by the beck, he had seen Susan heading that way and he was keen to catch her up.

It wasn’t long before he came upon her and she was squatting beside the stream, shorts and knickers around her knees and T-skirt hoisted up around her middle, her thick strawberry blonde bush clearly visible to him, as she released a jet of piss against the rocks.
“Sorry” he said without averting his gaze “I didn’t mean to interrupt” “Oh you made me jump” she said, though she wasn’t fazed by it at all
“Do you have a tissue?” she asked,

“No but I have a hankie” he replied and passed it to her and then he stood transfixed as she wiped herself and she was smiling at him he as he looked on.

“Are you enjoying the show?” she asked.

“I am” he replied, and she blushed a little and then said,

“Come closer”

As he walked towards her she stood up so she faced him and he couldn’t help noticing her shorts and knickers were still around her knees and her t-shirt was still around her middle so her hairy minge was still very much on display.
Susan smiled as she noticed where his gaze had fallen and tucked the front of the shirt under the front of her bra to make sure her bush remained visible, and then she kissed him as her hand found the bulge in his jeans.

“How did this happen?” she said as she caressed the lump in his trousers.

“I thought you fancied Rose, but I seem to have made your cock hard”.

She stared at him and smiled as she stroked the bulge and then kissed him again as she released his cock and he wondered what made her think he fancied Rose.
He was still pondering that question when she suddenly squatted down in front of him and Sam closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him, but then he began to feel delicate, soft and gently kisses on his sensitive bell and her tongue flicked around his helmet giving quick feather light licks, until that sublime moment when all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Susan’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly as he looked down and could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him as her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft.

“Oh” he gasped and was fast approaching the point of no return.

But his was not the first cock she’d had in her mouth, and she expertly took him to the brink three times before her lips smacked one last time as her mouth released his saliva-soaked cock.

“Did you enjoy that?” She asked and kissed his helmet before standing up.

“Oh yes Susan” he said and kissed her forehead.

“Then you’re going to love the next bit even more” she said as she slowly pulled up her drawers over her strawberry blonde thatch.

“I can’t wait” he said as he watched her pull her shorts up.

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and ran giggling up the bank, but she stopped briefly at the top and called.

“Come on, put your stalk away and follow me to my tent”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (552) Crumpet Man

 

In the north of Downshire was Town of Nettlefield which was a military town and home to the Downshire Light Infantry and was where Alan West lived and where he “operated” because he was what used to be known as a crumpet man.

 

It was not unusual for him to wake up every morning seriously horny, and he often had disturbed nights of sleep and his porn filled dreams were pretty much exclusively about past conquests who appeared in various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank himself limp while he imagined satisfying another  beautiful girl.

Alan had finished work for the day and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck someone, he didn’t care who, or where, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy jeggings clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”.

Then the girl turned around and he saw it was one of his most recent conquests and he realized he already had.

Then he chastised himself for being so shallow and then his lustful gaze fell upon the jeggings ass again and he thought

“What the hell I’ll just fuck her again”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (551) Hands on

 

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 6ft 4-inch Harrison Offord lived.

He was 31 years old, a strong and gentle man, ruggedly handsome, and had been a masseur for 7 years and for 5 of those years he had been giving more than massage to his predominantly female clientele and was able to indulge in a bit of nookie on the side until he was only massaging clients, he knew he would be able to fuck. when the mood took him.

But it became too easy and even his favourite fucks began to lose their appeal because there was something missing, love.

Harrison was married when he was twenty and bitterly divorced when he was twenty-three and after that point in his life all of his relationships were based purely on sex, and he never had a single thought about love.

All that changed however when he first laid eyes on Bella Greene, and he fell in love with her on the spot.

She was not one of his clients or one of his conquests, she was just a girl five years his junior and for her he gladly gave up his favourite fucks on the massage table and changed over to a predominantly male clientele, all for his heart’s desire, Bella.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (550) Like a Steam Train

 

On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town was underway; however, they are also very proud of their history and the Railway Museum is a testament to that pride.

Franz Kraus is the museum curator, and he only loves one thing more than the exhibits and that’s pussy.

So, it was not unusual for him to combine the two by inviting suitable strumpets for a special out of hours tour of the museum.

Gabriella Margetts was a fairly regular recipient of his lust.

“Can we go on the Orient Express carriage?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said and led her to the exhibit and up the steps to the restaurant car.

After walking between the array of tables, set for dinner, they exited the carriage towards the sleeping car.

Franz thought that the cabin with the bunks stowed away, and the banquette sofa would be suitable for them to while away some time in mutual gratification.

Gabbi clearly had a similar idea, because the moment they entered the cabin she wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it.

Franz stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and then as she pulled her top off over her head he inched forward and ran his fingers through her lush growth.

“I think trains make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.

“Everything makes you horny” Franz said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her gash.

Gabriella leant back against the bulkhead, and he kissed her as he fingered her slippery slit.

“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creamy cunny.
As he frigged her and Gabbi came loudly she closed her thighs on his hand, but he freed himself and carried her to the banquette where she climbed onto the sofa on all fours and presented him with her moist pink pussy so he knelt behind Gabbi’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.

“Oh Franz that feels so good” she said “So hot and so dirty”
Gabbi had her face pressed against the glass admiring the impressive examples of Victorian engineering as he banged her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to climax and Gabbi screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When Franz withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back

“That was so good” she purred, and he sat on the sofa beside her.

 

After a brief respite Gabriella wanted to play some more and as she knelt on the floor sucking his cock he said

“Trains really do make you horny”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (549) Christmas Feasting

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet-on-Willow, and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet Green which was where Kit Robson lived with his parents.

The week before Christmas he was picking girlfriend Molly Combe up from university and got to her student Halls around eleven o’clock and miracle of miracles, she was ready, and half an hour after he finished loading the car they finally got away after she finished saying her goodbyes.

 

When they got back to the Dulcets, Kit thought Molly would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but after she found out that her parents were away visiting family for the day it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.

They had barely got through the front door before she was on him, not having done it since Halloween had obviously made her really hungry for it.

Her lips fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.

It was a very sensual kiss, and his manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on it.

Molly was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock, her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring him in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.

“Oh, Molly that’s so good” he said as Molly sucked him up good and proper, but before she got too enthusiastic, he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.

Kit pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem.

Gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards, so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers.

He’d been wondering if she was wearing any, as she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants in many of their sexual encounters when she was “well up for it”.

Kit slid his hands around to her rear and as he groped her arse, he found that she was. 

“You’re wearing knickers,” he said sounding more than a little surprised.

 “It’s too chilly to go without” she responded,

“I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”.

“Not much chance of that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse and followed them down to her ankles and knelt before her neat bush.

Molly was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up, he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

Kit was ready to fuck her, but she wanted his tongue first so in the spirit of the season he obliged her.

He had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

Molly let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up with her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive him.

Once achieved he slid effortlessly into Molly’s hot creamy cunny.

“Ohhhhh God” she gasped.

Molly’s legs locked around his middle, and he banged her against the wall.

He had one hand on her hip and with the other gripped the door frame as he banged her again and again, and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster, which was like being applauded for his efforts.

 

With each early stroke he put into her she responded with a long-satisfied sigh but as the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened, she could only manage hoarse grunts, finishing with a scream as he emptied his Christmas sac into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“Merry fucking Christmas” 

“Tis the season” he retorted.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (548) Setting a Trap

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and two of the staff members were Kelsey Raffo and Larry Coombe and there was an attraction between them however nothing happened other than a lot of flirting in public, and a lot of self-abuse in private.

So, Kelsey decided to take matter into her own hands, in a more meaningful way. 

 

It was on an afternoon when they were supposed to be working together in one of the suites, officially at least, she was Larry’s supervisor and she had told him about the job which was in fact bogus, so Kelsey got to the suite first, undressed and got in position.

 

Larry arrived at the room and used his pass key and closed the door behind him and as soon as he walked into the room, he spied in the afternoon light a naked buttock of a semi naked woman protruding from beneath a towel.

He dallied by the bed and felt the start of arousal and then when he spotted a supervisor’s uniform draped over a chair accompanied by pink lingerie, he knew who the buttock belonged to.

So, he undressed before he knelt down and kissed her plump cheek as the stirring continued.

Larry knew she was only pretending to be asleep, so he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips, at his first touch she was no more than moist but she lathered up very nicely, very quickly, as he stroked her, and she began moaning softly into her pillow.

As Kelsey warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow, he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.

After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her hot pussy, she slithered off the bed and knelt in front of him so he could dispatch her.

Larry didn’t need an invitation so he put his hands on her waist and impatiently speared her wet pussy and she grasped fistfuls of duvet while he fucked her, but after a couple of strokes Kelsey began thrusting against him and moaned uncontrollably as he pummelled her and her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat, and she was so hot, so tight and so juicy and with every penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.

Larry could feel himself on the threshold as Kelsey thrashed about before him and then with a scream of satisfaction, she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her sweet cunny.

 

After a period of post coital afterglow cuddling up under the duvet where they mused on the surprisingly good fuck they had shared and neither of them were in any rush to leave the bed so their thoughts turned back to lust and a mutual oral interlude ensued which turned out to be a prelude to another spinetingling fuck when Kelsey wildly rode his cock like a monkey on a stick, before they had to go back to work, but it wasn’t just the sex, that kept them in that bed all afternoon, which was outstanding, it was because there was also love, and that made it even more special.

And because of that it wasn’t the last time they enjoyed each other in an empty room so they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the rooms, even when she was on her monthly and he couldn’t fuck her tight pussy they would still spend an hour or two in bed. 

Sometimes they would just hold each other and sleep but when the mood took her the pretty girl with a sweet nature, an angelic countenance and straw-coloured hair would give him a tit wank or just suck him dry.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (547) Matters into her Own Hands

 

Jenny Ambrose worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead

in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.

 

Jenny Ambrose had had plenty of boyfriends and she was not a virgin, but she hadn’t found a man to get her motor purring until she started working at the Holiday Camp and she first met James.

Jenny lived in Sharpinghead with her parents, but James had a chalet on site but after three weeks she was getting increasingly horny and they were still at the stage of a quick hand job or a cheeky finger, but she wanted so much more, and every time she saw him, she was instantly horny, and after every interlude with James she was left a little hornier than the time before.

 

She lay in bed and was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom in her parents’ house until James made his move or she made hers.

 

Jenny was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams, and just downright dirty dreams all of which featured James dressed in various costumes and for every costume there was a different position in which he was fucking her and as a result she was wetter in the morning than she had been the night before.

 

After a quick shower and a satisfying fingering, she had breakfast with her parents and then walked into work where her first port of call was the common room where she hoped to see James however, he was nowhere to be seen so she got to work.

 

Jenny was a chalet maid and spent the morning stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and as she stuffed the joy juice covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled, dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, she cursed the dirty lucky cows.

 

As Jenny walked towards the common room she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her shift, and the thought of it was making her very wet and she sincerely hoped that she would be even wetter when her plans came to fruition.

James had no idea of what plans were afoot and as Jenny went about her duties over the next couple of hours, she was imagining every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.

 

At the end of her shift, she went to the office and asked.

“Can I have a spare key for 33?”

“What for” Agnes began “No don’t tell me, if it’s something dirty I’ll just be jealous?”

“Ok, I’ll just take the spare key” she replied bashfully.

“Here you are then” she said, “you lucky girl”.

“Thanks” Jenny said as she took the key and went to chalet 33 and rode James like a slutty cowgirl.