Choice Tales from the Vale – (557) Christian Jamboree

 

Peter Nowland was staying at a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

He was there for the Downshire Church Jamboree in early spring when the whole site had been booked for the Christian festival and all the Churches in the County attended and Peter was with the group from St Cuthberts.

Apart from being a theology student Twenty-three-year-old Peter was also a keen runner and he was out at first light on Saturday morning to get in a few miles before breakfast.

He was cold and wet when he got back to the campsite and decided his first priority was a hot shower, so he grabbed his wash kit and a towel and headed to the shower block.

 

He had a lovely hot shower but as soon as he turned off the shower, he realized he’d left his towel on the bench outside the cubicle, so he shook as much of the water off him as possible before opening the door and stepping out.

 

Ellie Batty was a 35-year-old Sunday School teacher who was widely considered in church circles to be an old maid so you would expect the effects on her to be quite profound after entering the shower block at the precise moment a fit you man stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from his nipples and running down his ripped torso and onto his huge cock,

“Oh my God” she exclaimed.

She didn’t look at the owners face at that point, she was more interested in his huge dong, it wasn’t porn film huge and it was admittedly flaccid, but nonetheless it was an impressive piece of meat, and although people thought her an old maid, she was no virgin, and she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to compare it too, it was certainly the largest specimen she had ever seen, and she could only imagine it aroused, which was arousing her, which was when she looked at the face of cocks owner.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed again and hurriedly opened the door and left.

 

Although most of the senior church members where housed in the chalets however Ellie was staying in the converted signal box, and by the time she had walked back from the shower block she was very aroused as she reran the images of the huge cock through her mind but she wasn’t sure how much of her arousal was due to the fact that the young man with the huge dong was a former Sunday school student of hers.

 

Peter was mortified, partly because he had exposed himself to his former Sunday School teacher, but also because he hadn’t realized it was a unisex facility and he could have exposed himself to any number of women or girls.

So, after getting dried he returned to his tent to get changed and then went in search of Miss Batty so he could apologize profusely for his thoughtless behaviour.

 

When he reached the signal box, he walked up the wooden steps and the closer he got to the door the more he thought he could hear very unusual noises, which he could not place, so fearing the worst he opened the door and realized the unusual noises would be better described as unchristian.  

Ellie Batty was propped up on the bottom bunk, half naked and was pleasuring her pussy with a pink dildo, a scene which Peter could not draw his gaze from, so he stood outside the door spying on her through the partly open door and he got a huge erection as he watched.

Ellie only discovered that she had an audience when Peter pushed the door open and stepped into the room, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion Ellie just carried on, and the fact that she had an audience just made her hotter.

“Oh, miss Batty, you’re so horny “ Peter gasped.

“Please God don’t cum in your pants” she begged.

As he continued to watch the pink dildo doing its work, Peter pulled his shirt off over his head and she was watching just as intently, then he kicked off his shoes, before he unbuttoned his shorts.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as the flaccid phallus she had seen in the shower block was now fully erect.

“Jeeezus” she exclaimed as she continued to wank her hole between her juicy lips more furiously than ever until she exclaimed again in orgasm then she cast the sticky dildo aside and turned around until she was on all fours, displaying her moist pink gash for him to spear, which he duly did in a mutually satisfying union.

And it was a union oft repeated both during that weekend and at every possible occasion that they could engineer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (556) Christmas Surprise

 

Student Doctor Darren Carver had just finished a twelve-hour Christmas Day shift at the Winston Churchill Hospital and as soon as he returned to the house, he shared with three other Student Doctors, his first action was to have a shower.

After a long hot shower, he wrapped a towel around him and lay on his bed and he only lasted about a minute before the long blinks set in, which quickly led to sleep.

The only thing that awoke him from his coma was his awareness that someone was sucking on his cock.

His first thought was to ask who the hell it was, that was performing a very delicious act on him, in his room, on his bed, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes when the blonde head that had been performing fellatio on him suddenly bobbed up.

“You” he said, when he recognised his assailant was a fellow Student Doctor, Rosie Brown, who had been nothing but an antagonist since the moment she had moved in, apparently, she was now showing her true colours.

“Yes, do you mind?” Rosie asked,

“Not for a minute, Happy Christmas” he replied and with his acquiescence she impaled herself on him and rode him like a slutty rag doll to a shuddering orgasm.

 

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.