Choice Tales from the Vale – (620) The Vicars Daughter and the Substantial Donation (Part 3)

 

When Emily woke, she was alone in Andrew’s bed, but as she yawned and stretched, he appeared from the ensuite and said

“So, you are alive then”

“I think so” she replied “But I feel a bit jaded”

“We’ll soon remedy that” he said 

“Why, what depravity have you got in store for me this time?”

“We’re going to have a bath” he replied as he went back into the bathroom.

“A bath?” she said with surprise as she slipped out of bed and followed him, pausing long enough to pick up her robe from the middle of the floor and slipping it on, and when she caught up with him, Andrew was already running the bath.

“Why are we having a bath?” she asked as she stood in the doorway doing up her robe to cover her treasures.

“I thought as we were having a “substantial” day your intentions would be more you know…. dirty”

“I see”

“Having a bath doesn’t sound very exciting” she said despondently as he poured a generous glug of bubble bath into the rising water.

“I think you have missed the point” Andrew said as he slipped off his robe.

“The reason for us sharing a bath is so we can relax, and you can soothe your muscles, there will be time enough for getting dirty again” he said as he stepped into the tub and immersed himself in the water.

“Well, that sounds ok” she said as she slipped off her robe.

“I’ve never shared a bath with anyone before” she added as she stepped in and her round plump naked buttocks were only inches from his face.

“Really?” he said, as she lowered her cute arse into the water between his legs, then she loosely tied her black hair up to keep it out of the water, and he kissed her neck and she leant back against him as the hot water lapped up over her breasts.

 

They lay stretched out in the bath together, and Emily was laying back against his chest, her breasts under the water, but her nipples kept breaking the surface and he found that very alluring.

It was a very relaxing bath, but his mind soon turned to thoughts of their sexual interludes.

“I felt that” she said suddenly

“Felt what?” he asked

“I can feel your “thing” poking me”

“My thing?” he said indignantly, “What thing?”

“Your cock then” she said and it poked her again, he thought there was something incredibly sexy when a vicars daughter said “cock”

“Are you complaining” he asked

“Not for a second” she said and smiled, but then she shivered as the water was getting cold

“Time to get out Emily”

“Ok” she said and stood up, and he watched the water running over her young contours he leant forward and kissed her buttock and she giggled.

Andrew stood up behind her and as he leant forward to kiss her shoulder, he noticed her aroused nipples and his cock prodded her again and she giggled.

He wrapped a bath sheet around her, and she got out the bath first and she turned and stared at his erect cock as he followed, and she handed him a towel and they began drying each other.

“Now I’m all clean, you could get me dirty again” she said and kissed him as he was sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs.

“All in good time” he replied although he was equally impatient as the sex with her had been extra special despite the fact he had been reluctant to entertain her.

“I think I’m dry now” she said and stepped back.

“I don’t think you are” Andrew said, and she was giggling as she went into the bedroom.

 

Andrew remained in the bathroom and finished drying himself off and he watched Emily’s reflection in the mirror, as she sat on the bed applying perfume to her thighs.

“Delicious” he thought.

 

When he joined her in the bedroom, she was lying face down on the bed all dry and perfumed, with the bath sheet loosely wrapped around her.

“So, what’s next” she asked.

“Did you enjoy your bath?” he said as he sat on the bed

“Yes” she replied “It was very relaxing”

“Good”

“You didn’t answer my question” she said

“Massage” he replied

“That sounds nice” she said

“Good” he agreed and went to the bathroom and returned with some oils

“Take your towel off while I warm the oil”

 

He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure

“This is what I call a relaxation massage” he said  
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.

“What’s that called?” she asked

“Tension release” He replied and then he kneaded her plump little buttocks before sliding his thumbs downward

“Oh God” Emily gasped “What’s that called”

“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped again.

“Ooooh, I know what that’s called” she moaned

He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Emily responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.

Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him, with one leg bent at the knee, and she squirmed in response to his touch and she was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him between her legs.

Finally, Andrew grasped her hips firmly and said

“And this is called splitting the cicada”

And he penetrated her.

“Oh yes” she said “That’s just what I wanted”

It was a slow measured fuck, unlike their other union, gentle and sensual which ended in a mutually satisfying orgasm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (619) The Vicars Daughter and the Substantial Donation (Part 2)

 After the particularly protracted exertions of the previous day and the breakfast encore that morning had left him fatigued so after his shower, he lay on his bed and promptly fell asleep.

He had no idea how long he’d slept but when he began to stir, he was instantly aware that his little friend was stirring also, but that was no indicator of time of day, not for him certainly.

The room was in semi darkness but with heavy curtains at the window, and the gloomy overcast late September skies also gave no measure of the time of day.   

He lay there for an indeterminate time drifting in and out of sleep with his mind full of little erotic dreams, mainly about Emily and her mother, both of whom he had had carnal knowledge of in the past week.

He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection, it felt so real and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt, no not dreamt, he actually felt the telltale feathering of a tongue flicking round his knob.

He lifted his head off the pillow and he could see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t tell who it was, or whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he glanced down again and he saw Emily’s jet black hair and knew that it was her head that was pleasuring his cock.

He would have had to confess that anyone receiving head never really cared whose mouth it was at the precise moment of the act.

Then his blissful assailant, climbed onto his chest and took him into her throat, and presented him with her pale fleshy arse, swollen hairy lips and her juicy clamshell which he consumed with relish, nibbling the flesh of her labia and noshing on her nectar.
Andrew made her cum before she made him tip his load, her fanny farting in hoarse whispers, then she could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her robe and he admired her body as she climbed on him.

“I couldn’t wait” she said.

“So, I noticed”

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all” he replied, as she impaled her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft and began pumping on him like a piston.

Her tits jiggled excitedly as she thrashed about but then wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust at him wildly, moaning like an animal as she went at him, before she screamed out in orgasm and he exploded inside her, and Emily’s cunny spasmd with his ejaculation.

“Wow, that was so good” she said.

“Very nice” he agreed and then they both fell asleep

Choice Tales from the Vale – (618) The Vicars Daughter and the Substantial Donation (Part 1)

 

Emily was still in bed in the spare room and was naked under the duvet apart from one black stocking and her suspender belt when Andrew knocked on the door and walked in.

After the long and exhausting sexual episodes of the night before she was still fast asleep, so he had to wake her up.

“Wake up Emily” he shouted

“What?” she said sleepily

“Wake up” he said “It’s time to rise and shine”

“Well, aren’t you the little ray of sunshine” she responded

“I gathered your clothes together” he said and threw them on the bed

“Well, I can’t go home in that outfit” she snapped “Mum and Dad will know I’ve been out all night, in fact everyone will know I’ve been out all night”

He left the room mid rant and returned a few minutes later carrying some clothes in my arms.

“There are some Jeans, a sweater, some socks and pants” he said handing Emily the clothes “And a pair of trainers”

“Property of one of your many conquests I suppose” she said facetiously

“Property of one of my nieces actually” he corrected her

“Oh, I’m sorry I shouldn’t be ungrateful” she said “But I draw the line at wearing another girl’s knickers, I think that’s a bit icky”

“Really?” he said “I think there’s something strangely arousing about a girl wearing another girls knickers”

“You would” she said and smiled

“But I wouldn’t fixate too much on the underwear, it’s not really going to be an underwear kind of day” he said

“It’s not?

“It’s not, so don’t bother dressing, there’s a robe in the bathroom,” he said “Breakfast in the kitchen in 10 minutes”

“I don’t really do breakfast” she retorted

“Today you do, you need to take on fuel, it’s going to be an…. energetic day”

“How much fuel?” she asked

“A full tank” he replied and left the room

 

When Emily walked into the kitchen, she was wearing the white towelling robe from the guest bathroom and Andrew was similarly attired but his robe was pale blue.

“Perfect timing” he said as he put two large full English breakfasts on the table “Sit down and eat”

“I can’t eat all that, just some toast for me” she said

“Eat” he instructed and handed her a knife and fork

 

Emily Brown was sat at the kitchen table with an empty plate in front of her, from which she had cleared every morsel of her hearty full English breakfast as well as two slices of toast.

Not a bad effort from someone who claimed not to be able to eat a big breakfast

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked as he cleared the table

“Very much” she replied as she was halfway through her second mug of tea

“I could tell” he said as he sat back down

“I like a bit of sausage” she said and as she held her mug in one hand the other one invaded the folds of his robe and gripped his awakening cock.

 

It took him by surprise because up to that point he had been in control and they were following his timetable but now she had gone off script and taken the initiative so he decided to wrestle it back by pulling her to her feet and wrestling her on the table before getting onto her back, and to make sure she stayed their he pushed her legs back so her knee’s rested on her breasts.

Andrew shed his robe and exposed his erection but wasn’t ready to go in her straight away even though Emily made it clear she was ready for it when she started fingering her clit. 

Andrew looked lustily down while her fingers busied themselves at her moist pink pussy, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he licked at her gamey flesh while her fingers diligently frigged between her hairy lips.

With a combination of his noshing on her juicy poon and her delicious self-abuse it didn’t take long for the two of them to take her to climax and he was soon plugging his cock into her juicy cunny and with her knees still resting on her tits, her hands gripped the table as he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking

“Oh God Andrew” She moaned,

He partially withdrew, but went back into her hard and she moaned loudly

“That feels so good”

Emily gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.

Andrew had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end, and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as she went rigid and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he shot into her in short pumping spasms.

Andrew looked down at the sweaty panting wreck panting hard with her knees still sitting on her tits he realised that at time his last length went into her grateful gash, the table had moved two feet from its original position.

 

When they had finally stopped panting, she sighed

“That was very satisfactory”

“You’re satisfied?” he asked

“Very definitely” she replied

“You’ve had enough then?” he asked, and she lifted her head

“I didn’t say that”

“Greedy girl” he said and spanked her cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint on her white cheek, and she let out a yelp.

“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled and Andrew gently lowered her legs, so she was draped over the kitchen table like a slutty tablecloth.

“Catch your breath, have a rest, take a shower and then you can have some more” he said as he left the kitchen

Choice Tales from the Vale – (617) The Vicars Daughter and the Large Donation

 

In Andrews lounge Emily desperately clung onto him with one hand as he noshed her and the velvet curtain with the other as his attentions became more intense and as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash, Andrew consumed her until she shuddered and let out a stifled exclamation,

Then after she had both feet on the floor Emily slithered down the wall into an exhausted sweaty dishevelled heap.

 

Andrew sat in a Leather Chesterfield armchair for a full half an hour looking at the result of his lustful handiwork and reflected on how much he’d enjoyed it despite the fact that she had virtually blackmailed him into indulging her because she knew of his reputation and the fact that one of his frequent flyers was her mother.

He stood up and walked over to where she was still sighing and said

“Come on I’ll help you up”

“Thank you” she said and took his hand and when he’d pulled her unsteadily to her feet, she said

“Can you call me a taxi if you’re throwing me out”

“You won’t need a taxi to get where you’re going”

“And where exactly am I going?” she asked as he led her slowly out through the door but he didn’t reply he just kept leading her by the hand until they were in his study, very plushily decorated and furnished with antiques, including a walnut desk and the high backed leather chair adjacent to it.

“So why are we in here, have I got to sign something?” she said and giggled as she stood in front of the desk

“No there is no paperwork to complete, but we do have some business to conclude” he said as he stood closely behind her

“Are you interested in doing business?”

She didn’t reply to him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose and leant forward so her hands were on the walnut and he lifted the back of her Teddie away from her buttock and ran his finger between her cheeks until he found her crack and she murmured in appreciation.

 

When he made her cum, she pushed herself more upright and rubbed her naked cheeks against his erection.

“Now to business” he said and stepped away from her and debagged himself before sitting in the chair with his erect cock ready for action.

“Come on then Emily its time” he commanded

Obediently, Emily, who still had her hands on her desk stood up.

“Lose the Teddie” he barked and she pulled the silk lingerie off over her head and when it was discarded she shuffled backwards and lowered herself until she was squatting on his shaft and then rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did.

Emily had told him she was no novice, but she was not skilled as enough as a lover, especially given the unorthodox position, Emily inevitably lost the rhythm so Andrew, whose balls were fit to burst took control, using one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair he stood up with his cock still inside her and with five or six lengths he finished her over the desk.

 

After withdrawing his dripping dick from her hot young poon, he sat in the chair and looked at her laying bent over the desk sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on full display while he drank a glass of wine.

 

When he stood up, he bent down and kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said

“Come on, you need to phone home and tell them you won’t be home tonight”

“I’m staying?”

“Yes, you need to get some sleep,”

Andrew showed her to the guest room” and said

“Sleep well, tomorrow will be a “substantial” day”

“Ok” she purred

Choice Tales from the Vale – (616) The Vicars Daughter and the Modest Donation

 

Emily Brown’s first encounter with village Casanova Andrew Brookes shook her to her core and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, which was ridiculous for someone who was about to turn 21 to be so affected.

After all she’d been fingered plenty of times since that first time at a church picnic when she was 14 but she had never been fingered like that before.   

The moment he probed her honey pot in search of her G-spot, the erogenous area of her vagina, and when he found it she went rigid as he evoked strong sexual arousal with his expert stimulation and blew her mind before he brought her to a powerful orgasm, causing her to collapse limply in the leather chair panting like a racehorse at the end of the race. 

The result of that first encounter had left her wanting more and she was eager to find out what he had in store for her on Sunday.

 

She was wearing a black dress with matching accessories including high heels and a black overcoat because although it was late September there was a distinct autumnal feel in the air, which was also the reason she got a cab.

 

When she arrived, he let her in and after taking her coat showed her into the lounge which was softly lit, she was in the middle of the room unsure where to sit, when he said

“Are you wearing tights?”

“No, stockings”

“Show me” he said, so she put her handbag down on the chair and lifted the hem of her dress to expose her stocking tops and she blushed as he stared at her

“Higher” he instructed and as she raised the hem higher to expose her underwear, she blushed deeper

“Good” he responded and gestured for her to cover up

She still didn’t know where to sit, though she was naturally drawn to the Leather Chesterfield where Andrew had fingered her to such great effect, but her decision making was curtailed when he interrupted her thought process.

“Go and stand against the wall”

“Where?”

“Between the windows”

“Oh ok” she responded doubtfully

When she was in position he walked over to stand in front of her and she asked impatiently

“Why am I standing here?”

“Shush” he said and put a finger to her lips and she rolled her eyes

“Unzip your dress” he said and she nervously obeyed his instruction

Then placing his hands on her shoulders, he adjusted her position slightly before pushing the straps off her shoulders and the front of the dress fell away to her waist

“Wiggle your hips” he said and when she did the dress slipped instantly to the floor and without being told she stepped out of it and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.

“Perfect” he said as he stepped back and admired her in her silk Teddie, stockings and suspenders, while ignoring her discomfiture, which was palpable.

He moved in close to her again and adjusted her position slightly and then beginning at her shoulders he lightly traced his hands across the silk, followed the contours of her breasts and as they settled on her hips he sank slowly to his knees.

On her hips his fingers slipped beneath the silk Teddie and from the high leg his fingers pulled the material away from her skin as they moved slowly to her gusset, which he noted was already moist, and he slowly and deliberately un-popped each popper one by one, and at no point did he make contact with her skin, which had Emily in a turmoil, evidenced by her shifting her body weight from one leg to the other.

When he had finished opening her crotch, he lifted the damp front flap and tucked it up under the front of her Teddie exposing the luxuriant black bush.

As he knelt before her, he glanced up and noticed Emily had her eyes closed and was biting her lip as she waited for his next move, she didn’t have to wait long as his hands settled on her knees and her legs trembled. 

They trembled further when his hands reached her stocking tops then his mouth set off on a quest to catch them up as he kissed his way slowly along her leg until he reached the softness of her inner thigh, at which point Emily transferred her weight onto one leg and lifted the other so she was standing on one leg, and supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder to allow him access to her dewy prize and he hurriedly sort out and tasted her tangy musk.

 

Emily desperately clung onto him with one hand and the velvet curtain with the other as his attentions became more intense and as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash, Andrew consumed her until she shuddered and let out a stifled exclamation,

Then after she had both feet back on the floor Emily slithered down the wall into an exhausted sweaty dishevelled heap.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (615) The Vicars Daughter and the Small Donation

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and in the affluent Shepherds Row area of the village and was where St Nicholas Church Treasurer Andrew Brookes lived.

He was 35 years old, independently wealthy, unmarried and had a reputation as a ladies’ man, and that reputation was well warranted.

A frequent flyer on Andrews erotic express was the vicar’s wife Jill Brown and one of those who wanted to get on board was her 20-year-old daughter Emily and the only reason he hadn’t bedded her was that he preferred his women a bit more experienced, and more sexually mature.

 

Andrew and Jill always referred to their couplings as donations, and they developed a code for what she wanted.

A small donation was just a cheeky finger, a modest donation was oral, a Large Donation was a sound fucking and a substantial Donation was a thorough bedding.

 

However, it didn’t take long for Emily to discover what was going on, her mother would leave the house after breakfast tense and irritable and would return relaxed and glowing.

Emily didn’t know who was banging her drum, but she knew someone was.

She wasn’t angry or disappointed because she knew her father wasn’t fulfilling his marital duties.

However, she was a little miffed when she discovered it was Andrew Brookes because she had had all her advances to him rebuffed when she really wanted to be abused.

Without wanting to curtail her mother’s toe-curling sexual outings with the village Lothario she was however prepared to use what she knew to get the Church Treasurer inside her.

Emily was a tall slender girl, pale skinned, with long hair black as a raven's wing as it caressed the alabaster skin of her shoulders.

As she walked towards his front door she was wearing a short floral skirt, which showed off her long legs and a pink vest top which showed off her fine breasts.

But when he opened the door to her, he seemed unimpressed with what he saw.

 

Once inside she stated her case for becoming one of his paramours 

“I’ve just completed my third year as a student so I’m not a virgin, I’m not a vamp or a Coquette, but I’m not an innocent, so you would not be sullying a chaste Christian maid”

“So why if you are so.... well versed in matters sexual do you require my... input?” He asked

“Because although I might be well versed, I don't consider that I have been well served”

She replied

“So, when I heard of your reputation, and the fact that you have a lot of ... repeat business, I thought you could... serve me better that my previous partners”

“What is this reputation that you think I have then?”

“Well to put it bluntly, “Anything in a skirt”, apparently” she said, “Except me, why is that? as I said before I am not a chaste Christian maid, so what’s holding you back?”

“You are the vicar’s daughter” he pointed out

“My God you have scruples!” She said disdainfully “But not enough to prevent you from fucking the vicar’s wife”

“What?”

“I know my mum is a regular recipient of your … charms” she said coldly “and that’s ok, she deserves a good shag, God knows she gets nothing from dad, but I want some of what she's getting”

He began to speak but she silenced him with a gesture

“Don’t try and deny it, I know all about the Codes”

“What codes?”

“Donations” she replied “Small, Modest, Large and Substantial, now I don’t know what each code refers to precisely, but I want you to do it to me the way you do it to her”

“Very well” he conceded “But I can't devote much time to you this morning as I have a “Teams” meeting in half an hour”

“I'll just have to settle for the smallest “Donation” for now then” she said 

“Ok, kneel in the chair” he barked, and when she was in position in the leather Chesterfield, he lifted her skirt and held it up while he yanked her knickers roughly off her cute arse then he slapped her cheek, hard, and made her yelp.

 

Emily was kneeling in the chair while Andrew massaged the plump cheek he slapped with one hand, while two fingers of his other hand was frigging her wet pussy, and the evidence of how wet he’d got her was distinctly audible as was her appreciation

of his double-digit dexterity and when the end came it was hard and loud.

“I have to take my call now” he said and slapped her other cheek “You can have more on Sunday, after evensong, let yourself out,”

And when the door closed behind him, she was still sweating and panting in the chair.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (614) The Vicars Wife

 

The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and in the affluent Shepherds Row area of the village and was where St Nicholas Church Treasurer Andrew Brookes lived.

He was 35 years old, independently wealthy, unmarried and had a reputation as a ladies’ man, and that reputation was well warranted.

A frequent flyer on Andrews erotic express was the vicar’s wife Jill Brown and one of those who wanted to get on board was her 20-year-old daughter Emily and the only reason he hadn’t bedded her was that he preferred his women a bit more experienced, and more sexually mature.

Andrew had lived in the village his whole life, but Reverend Brown and his family were relative newcomers having taken over following Reverend Thomson’s retirement.

His sexual relationship with the vicar’s wife was not an affair, Jill Brown was just a frustrated woman who loved her husband but had a non-existent marital sex life, and the occasional itch to scratch.

When a parishioner had a little too much to drink at a parochial BBQ, she let slip that Andrew Brookes was a sure thing if you had a fire quenching.

So, after that she made it her mission to get him to ball her, and as soon as possible, she was already abusing herself on a daily basis just to manage her urges.

Eventually after a prolonged period of flirting she took the bull by the horns and called at his house one morning and just hoped that he wasn’t already servicing another parishioner.

“Ah Jill” he said as he opened the door “How lovely to see you”

“Hello Andrew, I have to talk to you about a donation” she said

When they were seated in his lounge with a glass of wine, he said

“Tell me more about this donation, is it large”

Being unaccustomed to promiscuity she took a deep breath and replied

“Well, that depends on what you’re prepared to give me”

“So let me get this straight, we’re not talking about parochial finances” Andrew asked

“No, we’re not” she admitted and blushed beetroot red

“So, for further clarification you want whatever I’m prepared to give you?”

“Oh God yes” she gasped

“In which case I’m only too pleased to oblige” he said and put his hand on her thigh.

 

It was midafternoon when she left after obliging her for the third time and that kept her going for a few weeks before she needed to go to the well again.

After that they always referred to their couplings as donations, and they developed a code for what she wanted.

A small donation was just a cheeky finger, a modest donation was oral, a Large Donation was a sound fucking and a substantial Donation was a thorough bedding.