Choice Tales from the Vale – (575) The Handover Cure

 

Tim Atkinson was home from university unexpectedly and having got a lift with friends he arrived home around dawn.

The reason for his unprecedented early start was because he wanted to get home for his parents wedding anniversary which was the next day. 

He did know that they were having a very boozy early celebration with some friends, so he wasn’t expecting to find them up and about, but as he entered the house, he found a casualty sleeping on the sofa, and it was his mum’s best friend Claire Hallwood.

She was quite a few years younger than his mum and he’d fancied her since he first started to wank, and she was still fit.

Judging by the pile of discarded clothes scattered around the floor she was lying on the sofa naked with only a cotton sheet separating him from her naked form.

Claire was laying on her back with one foot resting on the arm, poking out under the sheet and the other was on the floor.

Having always fancied her for years Tim couldn’t  resist having a peak.

So, he took hold of the corner of the sheet and gently tugged it off over her breasts until they were revealed and her freshly exposed nipples began to erect in the cool morning air.

He watched her sleeping face as he continued to tug the sheet off her and it drifted slowly down across her belly and the first strands of pubic hair appeared and then her lush curly bush was fully exposed, and she still slept.

It only took one more, firm tug and she was completely naked, and he sat back on his haunches and admired the view.

Tim initially just wanted a peak at her body but now he could see it he wanted to touch it, so he did.

He began by running his hands up the inside of her thighs from her knees to her groin and she murmured in her sleep, then he allowed his fingers to toy with her tousled curls but after a moment his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.

She murmured again in response to his fingering but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.

Having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her, so he opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her juicyness and stimulated her clit at the same time.

As he worked on her she stirred a little but still slept and was doubtless enjoying a lip creaming dream, a couple more penetrations she stirred a little more and licked her lips, and then sucked in air through her teeth as he continued to frig her.

But before long he brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between an erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of being fingered or if she was actually getting a frigging.

However, when he found her g-spot it left her in no doubt as she opened her eyes, and she knew for sure that someone’s fingers were  inside of her.

“Oh Tim, what are you doing?” She said and then closed her eyes again and let him take her to climax.

“Cock now” she demanded and then she was up off her back and onto her knees, with her pussy presented to him and buried her face in the sofa cushions.

He didn’t need asking twice and quickly positioned himself behind her and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and even with her face hidden he could still hear her suck air in through her teeth.

 

After a sustained pounding of her velvety wet pussy, her moans grew in intensity as the pace quickened, until she came with an animal grunt and his ejaculation pulsed inside her.

After a few moments of silence her face suddenly appeared, and she looked at him and said.

“That’s a great hangover cure darling”.

“I’ve never heard it called that before” Tim retorted as he withdrew from her and sat down on the sofa.

“Just one thing though” she said as she turned around. 

“What’s that?”

“Don’t tell your mother” She replied then took his sticky stalk in her mouth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (574) Savoury Treat

 

Sam and Sofia Austin were both paramedics but worked on different trucks, so they didn’t always get home at the same time and on one particularly hot day Sofia got home first so she got herself ready for his arrival.

She was normally very fastidious about her personal hygiene but once in a while she would go unwashed down below for a couple of days and give him a savoury treat.

Then after he’d noshed on her she would be rewarded by a nerve tingling fuck when he would bang her slats in.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (573) Christmas Promise

 

Gareth McCallion got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks in part to a very vivid dream about a girl called Scarlet who he had shagged on a leather chair in her father’s study when he was seventeen, but he also had a date with Donna Price that night and he was on a promise.

He had a shower and a shave before leaving to meet Donna at the Church Hall and he was still horny.

When he found her, she was wearing a baggy Christmas sweater which disguised her shape well, but he knew where all the lumps and bumps were, even though he’d not yet made meaningful contact with them with his hands and similarly the leggings showed her lower curves off deliciously well.

“There you are” she said, “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming”.

“I wouldn’t miss tonight for the world” he said.

“I’m glad you’re here” she said and kissed his cheek “I have a promise to keep”.

“I’m glad you remembered” he said, “I’ve thought of little else”.

“Oh, I remember, and I’ve thought of nothing else” she said and kissed his mouth “We’ll go back to my cottage after the party, and you can fuck my brains out”.

Donna smiled and kissed him, and he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and Donna warmed to this action and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.

“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply.

“But you were enjoying it too” he pointed out.

“That’s not the point” she said, “I said later, we’ve waited for this night, so another couple of hours won’t hurt”.

“We could do it sooner and later” he said nibbling her ear.

“Behave yourself” she snapped “some of these youngsters are my Sunday School Pupils, and the vicars just over there”.

“They won’t see anything” he said, “It’s quite dimly lit”.

“I don’t know about that” Donna said doubtfully.

“It’s even darker over here” Gareth said and manoeuvred her into a dark corner behind a curtain and sliding his right hand to her plump buttock before migrating around and settling on her inner thigh before trekking north, but she clamped her thighs together.

His mouth was still on her ear, and she was mumbling half-hearted protests, then she released her grip on his hand for a split second and his hand passed her upper thigh, but she clamped shut again.   

A minute later she released her grip again, briefly, and his hand had reached its goal.

She opened her thighs once more as his finger found the moist patch of fabric.

Gareth paused his nibbling and saw that Donna was biting her lip as his digit had found her sweet spot and the moist patch on her leggings, and by extension her underwear as well, was growing by the second.

Donna continued to bite her lip and Gareth carried on stroking and creaming her leggings when all of a sudden, she pushed his hand away.

“You bastard” she said and kissed him hotly and wetly.

“I can’t wait, now I’ve got to have you right now”.

 

The question was where? He hadn’t thought that far ahead, and she had no contingency as she planned to have him back at her cottage which was at the other end of the village and his house was in the next village.

Fortunately, apart from being a Sunday School Teacher she was also a  secretary at the Church, so she had access to the key cupboard, and let them into the scout hut that stood behind the Church Hall. 

In the middle of the floor was a pile of tents which had been used for the Christmas Bazaar but had not yet been stowed away.

So, Gareth sat her tidy little arse on the pile of tents and resumed his earlier fingering while Donna unzipped his fly and liberated his cock, and as he was stroking her creamy pussy through her clothes her busy little fingers roughly tugged on his shaft.

But after a minute or two of this frenetic fondling Donna let go and rolled over onto her front, which left him to conclude that she wanted him to take her from behind and she wanted it there and then.

Donna confirmed his suspicions when she pulled her sweater clear of her arse.

He quickly got his fingers inside the waistband of her leggings and pulled them off her buttocks and slowly returned for her knickers.

“I can’t wait Gareth” she pleaded “yank them off and do me now”.

So, he slipped his fingers inside the waist of her wet knickers and yanked the lacy panties off her cheeks and down her thighs and exposed her moist cunny before he grasped her hips and thrust his stiff shaft between her eager sticky lips.

Donna turned her head and gave him a smile and rose up onto her elbows and was emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations for the duration of the dirty primal coupling until she went rigid before him and screamed before she collapsed forward, totally, and literally shagged.

“You’re still coming back to the cottage tonight” she panted. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (572) Service Station

 

Alex Lynn and Karen Cherry were both naked, drinking coffee, sitting at the same kitchen table he had just fucked her on, there was even some biological deposits visible on the melamine. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” he asked, “You never mentioned before we got at it”.

“Well, I was on my way to Mum and Dads for the weekend when I got really horny, and I thought, who do I know around here that can scratch my itch?” she explained, and he nodded.

“And someone came immediately to mind, physically fit, good looking, well hung and capable of ringing my bell”.

“Ok”

“And I thought of the perfect person, but he wasn’t home, so I came here” and then Karen laughed; in fact, she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.

“You don’t want seconds before you go then?” he asked so she stopped laughing and took him by the hand and led Alex upstairs to bed were they had a much more leisurely fuck.

Karen was back on the road to her parents by 11.00am and Alex went back to sleep and didn’t wake again until after five.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (571) Cloakroom Usherette

 

Theatre Manager Tim Butt caught one of his usherettes Kelly Byrne fingering herself the cloakroom, Tim didn’t want to embarrass her, so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the gaps in a coat rack as she fingered her crack.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her fanny as she was one of the number of staff member her had skewered from time to time, Kelly had been on the receiving end on numerous occasions and judging by the full-on boner he was sporting she was about to get some more.

Kelly of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the cloakroom, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What are you up to then?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”

She was still fingering her crack so with her free hand she reached out  and grabbed at his lump.

That, and the pleading look in her eyes, told him she wanted him to release the beast, so he complied, and she immediately grabbed his swollen cock.

“How long have you been watching me?” she asked between kisses.

“Long enough” he replied.

“Oh yes, it is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy.

But Tim wasn’t ready to go in her just yet, so he knelt before her dirty blonde pussy and noshed on her juicy cunt, which after her delicious self-abuse was very juicy indeed and so it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax and he was soon in front of her again and this time he let Kelly plug his cock into her juicy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking, the same as she always did.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (570) Christmas Affair

 

It was a funny old life, Harry thought, as he looked down at his sister-in-law Beth’s naked body as she wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he fucked her to that perfect point of climax, and when they came together, she screamed.

It was a bonus night of passion that they seized upon after a snowstorm forced them to spend the night at a Hotel as the trains weren’t running.

 

The next morning, although the station was open, and trains were running there was a greatly reduced service due to the previous day’s cancellations, which resulted in a rather lengthy wait on the platform.

He noticed Beth didn’t have to wait long for her train and when she saw him, she gave him a wave from her carriage.

 

After what Beth had put him through, he knew the motion of the train would very quickly lull him off into a coma, and he only lasted about ten minutes before the long blinks set in, which quickly led to sleep.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (569) Christmas Whiskers

 

James Pugh and Caitlin McCutcheon dated for two years and then after a silly argument in the summer they broke up.

Over the six months that followed he still heard updates about her from time to time as she was his sister Lyn’s best friend.

One bit of news he heard from Lyn was that they were going on a spa weekend where one of the items on the menu was waxing and that made him sad, because she was always beautifully hairy.

One night when he was drunk, he let it slip to Lyn and she laughed, but two days later, a week before Christmas, Caitlin knocked on his door.

He invited her in, and they sat drinking wine in an awkward silence interspersed with forced snippets of conversation as neither of them would address the elephant in the room so when she had finished her drink she got up and walked towards the door and he followed but she

paused in the doorway.

“Before I go, I have a confession to make” she said. “Lyn told me about the waxing thing”.

“She shouldn’t have” he said crossly.

“I’m glad she did” Caitlin said, “That’s why I’m here”.

“Why do you care?”

“I care about what you think about me” she said, and her voice cracked, “I don’t want you thinking bad of me”.

“I don’t” he said and pulled her back into the room and put his arms around her.

“I only had my legs waxed”. She said quietly.

“Really?”

“Really” she confirmed.

“And you’re sure you didn’t wax anything else?”

“Well, there’s one certain way to find out” she said and undid her jeans.

“I don’t mind if I do” he said and slipped his hand into her knickers.

“Beautiful” he said as his hand examined her lush hairy bush.

“There was no way I was going to wax my crack; I know how much you love my hairy minge” Caitlin confirmed.

“I do love it” he confessed.

“And I haven’t trimmed a single whisker since you last touched it”.

“I really love it” he said.

“I’ve missed you touching it” she said, “and you were the last one to touch it, no one else has been in my knickers”.

“Then I suggest you get in my bedroom quick, so I can bury my face in it” James said.

“Thank God” she said, “I’ve miss you noshing me as well”.

“You do realise though that if you stay, you’re not going to get any sleep tonight” he pointed out.

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and removed her jeans and knickers in the lounge, so he could have a good look at the prize before she skipped giggling towards the stairs.