Choice Tales from the Vale – (555) The Shape of Sisterhood

 

Stuart Burdett and his girlfriend Stacey Howard had a houseguest over Christmas in the shape of Stacey’s younger sister Chrissy, and it was Chrissy’s shape that led to Stuart shagging her at every and all opportunities over the festive period.

This was largely facilitated by the fact that Stacey worked rolling shifts at the airport as a Border Force Guard and he worked from home.

It was on the day before New Year Eve when normal service was resumed in Stuart’s house after Stacey returned home after a twelve-hour shift and he had her laying bent across his lap, her black uniform trousers down around her knees and her navy-blue knickers halfway down her thighs and the white uniform shirt halfway up her back.

All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking that her great white globes had just received, she loved a spanking and she was delirious with pleasure.

There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Stacey’s pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double-digit ministrations elicited some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang which he picked up with his dry hand.

It was Chrissy,

“Hi Stuart, thanks for putting me up this week” she said, “and for putting it up me”.

“No problem” he said, his fingers still deep into Stacey’s wetness.

“I suppose you’ll be putting it up my sister tonight”.

“Oh yes any minute” he replied.

“Lucky cow”

“Your time will come” he said.

“So, will you” she retorted “Bye, Happy New Year”.

“Yes, Happy New Year” 

He looked down at Stacey squirming on his lap with her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her hairy hole and thought she was oblivious to the content of his conversation or even who it was with, she may even have been oblivious to fact that the phone had even rung.

But the phone call and Chrissy’s salacious flirting had added to his already mounting arousal which her elder sister would soon benefit from.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (554) Seduction Intent

 

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.

Simon had been away birdwatching, and it was dusk by the time he got back to the tents, he could hear the tell-tale sound of someone going at it in the girl’s tent.

He assumed it was Sam nailing one of them, he hoped it was Susan, the ginger one, because he fancied the little blonde, Rose.

When he got inside the tent, he was surprised to see that it was occupied, so he assumed it wasn’t Sam getting his balls wet in the neighbouring tent.

The light was fading fast, so he used the light on his phone to see what he was doing, and he was surprised to see directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, a most perfect round naked arse, and it was not the arse of his friend and nor was it the arse of a man.

The figure was laying with her back to him on in the foetal position, partially covered by the sleeping bag.

He knelt down and put his hand on the firm young buttock and it was cold to his touch, so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.

He still didn’t know which of the girls it was but at the precise moment he didn’t really care, they were both fit enough to shag.

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

She 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 exclaimed “That’s so good”.

Rose 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.

“I hope you don’t mind me being here, I couldn’t get into our tent as Susan’s getting a portion from Sam” she explained.

“Yes, I heard them in action as I came past” he said
“I’m glad you’re here” he said as he undid his trousers as Rose wriggled her way onto her knees and presented her pussy to him as he knelt behind her with cock in hand.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day”.

“Mmmmm” Rose exclaimed as he pushed his helmet between her sticky lips. “I think you would have been just as happy if it was Susan’s pussy you were about to fuc….”

“Oh God” she exclaimed as he followed through with the rest of him.

As he was pounding her pussy and he groped at her tits, he had to agree that she was right he would have been just as happy to be ball deep in Susans ginger minge, but he was glad it was his little blonde. As he groped her tits, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Rose was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired since the moment she entered the tent.

She was gripping the frame of the tent and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the tent shook and she juddered again, and Simon finished in a pulsating ejaculation.

“What was it you were saying about Susan?” he asked between pants.

“I don’t remember” Rose said.

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.