Choice Tales from the Vale – (623) If you go Down to the Woods Today (Part 2)

 

He found Anita easy enough in a little clearing deeper in the woods under the cool dappled shade.
Anita was sitting on an old fallen tree drinking from a water bottle which she promptly dropped.

“Why are you here?” she snapped “Damn.”

“I came to see if you’re alright” he said and she tutted in response and then muttered under her breath.

“It must have rolled under here.”

Anita then stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the tangle of branches, the result of which was a perfect view of her pink pants.

She pushed and pulled at the undergrowth on the other side of the tree in an effort to find her bottle and each push and pull resulted in a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

Having witnessed her pissing he had no compunction in staring at the magnificent view of her pink clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes.

“It must be in here” she said
“Can you see anything from where you are?”
“No I can’t see it yet” He lied, because he already knew where the bottle came to rest, and he was actually seeing quite a lot from where he was.

She wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and more of her lovely arse was visible then to his absolute delight in an effort to prevent herself overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks.  

He could hear Anita muttering as she wriggled again on the log and wispy strands of curly ginger hair appeared visible against her pink panties.

This told him three important things firstly she kept her beaver wild and untamed, which was very sexy to him, second she was a natural ginger, not important but generally he liked the collar and cuffs to match and thirdly he was very much interested in her, so he moved in closer.

“Can you see it yet?” was Anita’s muffled shout.

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch, then another wriggle and there it was, he was staring libidinously at her glistening Minge.

 “I can see it now” he said,
“Oh good, do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Anita, no problem I’ll have my hand on it any second”
He prepared his approach so he could slip two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“There I’ve got it” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh God Gary, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash, but she lathered up very quickly to his attentions and soon she was dripping.

Anita started to wriggle backwards and at first, he thought she wanted him to stop so he hesitated and withdrew his now wet fingers.

But to his delight she just wanted to gain some purchase and was now supporting her weight on the main trunk and she began rubbing her pussy against his static fingers.

As she continued to finger her, she was moaning rhythmically to his touch, and the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy.

Gary brought her to climax, and it was time to fuck her and as he continued to stroke her quim, he dropped his trousers and took out his cock, pulling on it to expose his purple head. 

Then he pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny.

Anita moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened in the dappled sunlight and he repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder and then she could wait no longer and wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid on his shaft letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure, but he stopped when he felt her hymen break and while he was still inside her he said
“I didn’t know you were a virgin”
Gary had assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive young woman
“I’m not now” she replied over her shoulder so he carried on

and unzipped her so he could reach up and quickly scoop up the front of her bra to release her ripe fruits, which he greedily groped and squeezed, and she gripped on to the tree as he pounded her pussy from behind.

Anita’s moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased until she screamed and her body shuddered and he shot into her, and his cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew his cock from her tight cunt and she sighed again.

As Gary redressed himself Anita was still clinging onto the tree completely spent and she was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position she was in when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg would twitch.

He smiled wryly and thought to himself as he stared at the exhausted Anita and the bejeweled patch around her Minge that she was going to be wet all the way back to the village.

Then all of a sudden, he got the feeling they were being watched and he was not wrong.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (622) If you go Down to the Woods Today (Part 1)

 

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 among the residents were Gary Elliott and Anita Sidoru.

Gary was 25 and she was 8 years younger and she had been fixated on him since she was fourteen and although she was a pretty slim redhead and was universally considered to be cute, he repeatedly spurned her advances, but she was not deterred.

She could easily have had the pick of boys in the village, but she only had eyes for him, and he was finding it a bit tiresome.

Moreover, he didn’t understand why she had the hots for him, he was ordinary, he wasn’t particularly athletic, he was average height, average build, average sized cock, unremarkable in every way and was a bit boring.

Everything changed however on a sultry August afternoon when he took a walk.

He crossed the River onto Stone Bridge Lane and then along the path up the wooded hills into the coolness of the forest and he was followed all the way by Anita Sidoru but he managed to give her the slip in the woods.

He spent a quiet hour in the coolness and then made his way slowly back to the village, but he was halted in his tracks, he caught sight of Anita in her short summer dress, with her flaming red braided hair.

So he hid behind a tree and was going to wait until she passed but she didn’t pass, she stopped and looked around and then she stood with her back to a birch tree and then with her back flush against the trunk she slid down the tree and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Anita then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her pink knickers aside, revealing her curly ginger whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which he had never seen before and he found it very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance achieved by the arcing jet and its duration, and when she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled and let out a long sigh.

Anita then pushed herself back up to a standing position and sighed again, then she adjusted her pants, and walked in his direction and he stepped out in front of her.

“That was very exciting,” Gary said.

“Oh my God” she gasped “You made me jump.”

“Sorry”

“Were you watching?” she asked, blushing.

“Yes, I was” he said impressed.

“Oh God I’m so embarrassed” she said covering her face “I don’t believe you watched me do that.”

“I really liked it” he said, “So there’s no harm.”

“But you saw” she snapped.

“You’ve been trying to get my attention since you were 14” he said, “And now you have it.”

“But I didn’t want you to see me like that, peeing in the woods.”

Anita shouted as she ran away, sobbing.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (621) The Vicars Daughter and the Substantial Donation (Part 4)

 

“I should go” Emily Brown said as they were under the covers in his bed with her head on his chest “I’ve got things to do tomorrow”

“Well, I have kept you here longer than you were expecting” Andrew Brookes said

“That’s an understatement” she said and chuckled as she got out of bed and added from the doorway “I’ll see you downstairs”

 

Andrew was sat in the lounge, still wearing his robe and drinking a glass of wine when Emily appeared, wearing the Jeans, sweater, socks and trainers he had given her, from the selection of clothes his nieces left at the house.

“They fit well” he said, he particularly liked the figure-hugging sweater that accentuated her braless breasts, which led him to believe she had forgone her Teddie and opted for his nieces’ knickers.

“The sweater is a bit snug” she pointed out and he nodded

“Theres a glass of wine on the table” 

“Lovely” she said and picked up the glass

“I have good news”

“Oh, what’s that?” she asked

“You made my frequent flyers list” Andrew said

“Really? I thought you were just indulging me because I blackmailed you”

“IT turns out that you are not an indulgence but rather more of an acquired taste, that I can now not get enough of”

“So, when do I get the fly again?” she asked.

“How about now” he replied “If you’re up to it”

“Why wouldn’t I be up for it?” she asked

“I thought you might be fatigued” he surmised

She put down the wine glass and walked over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well his eyes would follow.

Emily kicked off her trainers and unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them off her buttocks, but she only managed to extricate one leg before he stepped up behind her, and she giggled as he shed his robe.

Once he was naked, he put his hands on her waist before slipping his hands inside her sweater and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then she wasn’t giggling anymore.

Andrew kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down but then to his great surprise, she said

“Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in yellow lace as she wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

“I see you chose my nieces knickers”

“I thought it felt sexy wearing another girl’s knickers” she said “Now I’m going to get fucked while I’m wearing them”

He stood enjoying the magnificent view of her yellow clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes.

Emily wriggled forward a little more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.

“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips, she said

“No need” and as she said it, she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m as ready now as I will ever be, I’m so ready now”

So, he pulled the leg of her panties aside to fully exposed her black hairy clam, and as she took receipt of him, she let out a loud whorey moan of pleasure as he entered her tight hole.

Emily gripped on to the sofa as Andrew took her from behind and he looked down on her as she bucked and squirmed as she was making loud sensual sounds of pleasure, and panting emanated from her.

Until finally she released a supressed scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy a moment before his blissful arrival.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.

“Now that’s what I call indulgent,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse.

“You’d better call home again, you’re staying over again, but not in the guest room”

Then he went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned Emily was still draped along the back of the Sofa.

“Very tasteful” he said

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