GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

 

George thought she was a dragon

At least at his first glance

However he visited the dragon’s lair

Just on the off chance

And the good knight slayed her

Over a boulder with his lance

Choice Tales from the Vale – (580) Me and Miss Scrooge

 

As Martin Saint emerged from the lane in the early hours, he smiled because he could still see a lot of lights burning at the snooker club, so he knew he had to investigate.

He went straight round the back and as expected the door wasn’t locked, so he opened the door quietly and stepped inside, and closed and locked the door behind him.

Then he tiptoed upstairs to where he knew “Scrooge” would be in her counting house, and approached the door until he could see Phylis Tucker seated at her desk.

She was a serious young woman in her late twenties, tall, skinny with black hair, and the reason she was thought of as Scrooge was both her curtness and her propensity to wear nothing but black.

From the doorway he said

“Good morning, Miss Scrooge”

“What are you doing here?” she asked startled

“I was just passing, and the door was open” he replied

“What do you want Mr. Saint?” she snapped “I’m very busy and it’s very late”

“Don’t worry” he said as he walked into the room “I’m not here to rob you”

“I don’t believe you” she said and then all of a sudden, she sprang up from the chair and made a lunge for the money and got there marginally before him, but he got a firm hold oh her wrists and used his body weight to pin her against the desk.

Then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled the notes from her small birdlike hands, which once empty she used to support her weight.

“That’s a lot of cash” he said

“I thought you weren’t here to steal from me” she cried

“I’m not” he said and opened the desk drawer and threw the loose fold of notes in the drawer and closed it.

Then as he was considering his next move, Phylis Tucker, aka Miss Scrooge, started to rub her bony arse against him.

“So you want to play, do you?”

She didn’t answer him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and she pushed again against the lump in his trousers and then he began hiking up her black skirt; she always wore black, that was one of the things he liked about her, she was like a witch.

He released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.

It was a good quality garment, lined, and not from a catalogue, she was a classy witch, she always dressed well.

So Phylis was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms, and the hem of her skirt was halfway up her back.

Martin ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards, it was such a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick and her knickers came down at the same time.

So with knickers and tights safely around her knees and thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind, which he somehow doubted, in fact he thought that the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, his cock.

He undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade, and he thought if she was going to run that was the moment as he sat there and stared at her bony white arse, and as she fidgeted on the desk he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless and his cock responded so he probed a digit between her lips almost like checking the oil level on a car and Phylis let out a low moan and his finger came out wet.

“Come on then Ebeneezer if you want to play” he commanded and

Miss Scrooge, who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when she showed that she was no stranger to cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of his nob on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.

Martin thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and finish her off, but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to bust he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push himself up from the chair and he stood up with his cock still in her and with five or six lengths he finished her over the desk.

He did think of spaffing his load all over her bony arse but she had been a surprisingly satisfying shag, so he emptied his lot inside her and when he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy he pulled her skirt down and wiped his greasy cock on it then put it back so she was left uncovered.

Martin redressed himself she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony arse and bejewelled Minge on full display.

He continued watching for a few minutes and she stirred and got to her feet then pulled up her knickers and tights and let her skirt fall and it bore a large greasy smear and when Phylis noticed it, she smiled.

“You see I told you I wasn’t going to steal from you, I didn’t even steal your virtue” he said

“Good night, Miss Scrooge and thank you”

THERE WAS A HOLE IN HIS LIFE

 

There was a hole in his life, and

He hoped she might fill that hole

But what she wanted in her life

Was just for someone to fill her hole

THE EVENING BEGAN

 

The evening began with him

Knocking on her front door,

Ten minutes after that he was

Banging on her back door

Choice Tales from the Vale – (579) Ayia Napa Delights

Kristy Shepherd and Linda Unbeck met in a nightclub on Ayia Napa when they were both on separate hen weekends and an alcohol fueled kiss led to a two-day Carnal feast of electric sex and then they went their separate ways. 

Three months later Kristy was attending her friend’s wedding at St Lucy’s in Sharpington and officiating at the ceremony was lusty Linda and she was gobsmacked.

Kristy didn’t know she was a Vicar or even that she was from Downshire.

They didn’t talk much, to be honest their tongues were otherwise employed.

But once she got over the shock she was incredibly turned on. 

Then she thought that Kristy’s sexual offertory was obviously a test, and Linda was being tempted, and as the Vicar had succumbed, she had failed miserably.

All through the ceremony pornographic pictures of Linda filled her head, and she also pictured the other women of the congregation naked in a variety of sexual poses, some of whom she’d actually done as well as some she would still like to do.

But mainly she pictured her defrocking the Vicar from her vestments and when she made eye contact with Linda and saw the smile illuminate her face, she knew she would be tasting consecrated flesh and smiled smugly to herself.   

Choice Tales from the Vale – (578) Lust in the Snow

 

Darron Jackaman and Lesley Fitzgerald on a short break, between Christmas and New Year, in the Pepperstock Hills National Park and had rented a cottage in the small village of Oxley Green.

On their first full day they went for a walk in the forest after breakfast, the Park had already had their first significant fall of snow of the winter and as they walked together hand in hand it began to snow again.

They stopped in the woods and kissed and very soon their thoughts turned to carnal delights.

The woods were deserted and silent but for the gentle fall of snow and very soon Darron’s hands had rummaged their way into her clothes and gropes at her tits.

Lesley was really enjoying his attentions but she was getting impatient so she broke away and turned her back on him and pulled her trouser and knickers down and sank to her knees and looked out across the clearing.
He stood behind her and dropped his jeans and pants before he joined her on the forest floor and knelt behind her in the snow.
He smelt her hair as he nuzzled her neck and placed his hands softly on her ample hips before his nuzzles turned to kisses.
Lesley purred as his fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her nakedness and his hands slid upwards across her silky skin to caress the cupolas of her breasts, and as his fingers teased her swelling mammilla she turned her head toward him and their mouths met in wet hungry consumption.
As passion intensified he slid one hand slowly down across her belly, fingers dallying briefly, in the lushness of her bush before finding the moist recess he was searching for and her fervid response to his fingering brought her to the brink and then bending her at the waist he quickly pushed her forward until her head touched the snow.
This presented her round buttocks to him so he could see her open lipped pudendum glistening moistly even as the snow fell she slid his hands up and cupped her great pendulous breasts, caressing both breast and teats as he penetrated her heat.

 

Darron and Lesley were panting and sweating in the snow.

“Wow I didn’t think our first time would be like this” she said.

“No, I didn’t see this coming when we set off this morning” Darron replied.

“It was dammed good all the same” she replied as she put her tits away while watching Darron put his dripping stork back in his pants, then after pulling her drawers up over her bush and yanking her trousers up she kissed him.

“But I want our next fuck to be in the comfort of the cottage.” She said and ran off down the track giggling.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (577) Flushed Christmas

 

In the early morning mists of late September Cameron Elliott was involved in a fifteen-car pileup on the Finchbottom Expressway which almost took his life.

He suffered multiple fractures, a lacerated liver and a punctured lung and was in an induced coma for three weeks.

When he was allowed to go home, his girlfriend Jenny Flynn and his sister Megan looked after him, it was an uphill struggle but as Christmas approached a corner was turned.

 

It was a bright winter morning two days before Christmas, Jenny was pottering around the bedroom in her nightie and chatting ten to the dozen as Cameron lay in bed.

When he first came home, she slept in an armchair beside the bed for the first week, after that she moved into the spare room at night, she missed sleeping beside him, she had hoped that would have changed by Christmas.

Jenny sighed to herself and then after drawing the curtains went over to the bed.

“Time to get you sat up” she said with a smile and reached across him.    

“Morning girls” he said as he gazed down the top of her nightie as she leant forward, and her beautiful braless fruits hung before his lusty gaze.

“Behave, you’ll strain something” she retorted with a chuckle, but she made no effort to block his view.

“I won’t strain anything by playing with the girls” he said groping her tits and playing with her nipples through the silk of her nightie.

Jenny closed her eyes as he caressed her breasts and said wistfully. 

“I’ve missed your big hands and long fingers touching me”.

“Have you missed my tongue?” he asked, and her eyes suddenly opened.

“So much” she replied dreamily.

“Then you’d better get these off then” he said tugging at her knicker elastic.

“I haven’t showered yet” she protested.

“Even better” Cammeron retorted, and she was up like a shot and pulling her pants down and a few moments later her gamey treasure  settled on his face.

 

Jenny emerged from the bedroom flush faced and smiling and walked across the landing.

“You’re looking very pleased with yourself” Megan said as she reached the top of the stairs.

“Cameron is feeling better” Jenny retorted smugly and waved her knickers in Megans direction before going into the bathroom.