Wednesday, 9 July 2025

Choice Tales from the Vale – (589) Pleasure Plateau Reprise

 

It was the hottest part of the day as physiotherapist, Mack Bezley, watched second year student, Tamara Faris, from where he was standing on the patio, in the minutes after her enthusiastically vocal orgasm and he was nursing a full erection and aching balls.

He knew though as he finished the last drops of water from his bottle that he would be emptying them soon; he just wasn’t sure at that precise moment if it would be in her or on her.

As he walked back inside, he picked up her bottle of water and smiled as he caressed her buttock and he could hear her fanny farting.

“So Tamara, how did that compare to what you are used to?”

“Compared to what?” she asked

“What?”

“I don’t have anything to compare it too” she said without thinking

“Really?” Mack responded and she instantly blushed because she didn’t mean to reveal she was a virgin.

“Even better” he added “But I’m surprised”

“Are you, why?”

“Because you’re so gorgeous” he said and she blushed again then he kissed the small of her back, “Now sit up and have a drink,”

“Ok” She responded and pushed herself up and got into a sitting position with her legs over the end of the table and he handed her the bottle of water

“The last time you gave me a drink you assaulted me again” she said with a chuckle, and he smiled at her innocence as he pulled up a chair, so he was facing her.

Tammy finished her drink and then suddenly became self-conscious of her nakedness under his watchful gaze so crossed her legs and put an arm across her chest

“What are you up to now?” she asked suspiciously

“Part three” he replied and grabbed her ankles

“Part three?” Tammy screamed as he lifted them smartly upwards and she flopped onto her back and her bottle went flying

“What is part three exactly?” she shouted

“This” he retorted and pulled her legs apart and dove in and imbibed of her luscious juicy cunny

“Oh my God” she exclaimed as his tongue went to work on her pink flesh while holding her legs apart, but after a minute or two Tammy took hold of her own ankles and pulled her knees onto her chest.

Her action freed up his hands up, so he used one thumb to caress her anus while the other one rubbed her clit while his tongue lapped up the resulting juices and she moaned loudly and rolled her head from side to side until she shuddered and screamed out in orgasm.

 

“I like part three Mack” she panted “It was very sexy… and a little bit dirty, I can’t imagine what you have in mind for me next?”

“A sandwich” he replied

“Is that a euphemism for something really dirty?” she asked and gave a throaty chuckle

“No, it’s a euphemism for lunch” he replied

“Oh how disappointing” she said and giggled “Although I am peckish, I bet I’ve burnt off more calories today than India and Marnie combined”

 

They ate lunch on the patio, with Tammy wearing Macks shirt for the sake of modesty, though she only had two buttons done up.

She had two sandwiches, a bag of crisps, a large sausage roll, and an energy drink.

When they had finished, they went back inside, and while Mack took the plates to the kitchen she climbed back on what she called the “pleasure plateaux” and lay down 

“So what now?” she asked when he returned

“Well it’s time for you to choose” he said soberly

“I’ve got to choose?”

“Yes”

“What are the choices?” she asked as she sat herself up

“Well you can go next door, read a book and sunbathe”

“Or” she prompted moving onto her knees

“Or you can stay here and lose your virginity”

“The second one, the second one” she shouted, and bounced up and down

“Are you sure?” he asked

“Yes, yes, yes” she squealed

“Ok then” Mack said and kissed her as he unbuttoned her shirt and when he had disrobed her, he picked her up and put her over his shoulder and slapped her cheek and made her yelp

“Not too high for you up there I hope” he said

“I’ve been ten foot off the floor since the first moment you touched my fufu” she admitted

“Well I’ll do what I can to keep you airborne for the rest of the day then”

“The rest of the day” she exclaimed “My God Mack what are you going do to me?”

“I could tell you, but wouldn’t you rather be surprised?” he asked and deposited her on his bed

“Yes” she replied as she watched him undress

“Ooh and that’s a really nice surprise right there”

Tammy was very pleased with that surprise, but it wasn’t the last surprise of the day for her.

 

Tammy never did get to read her book and sunbathe on that bank holiday Saturday, nor Sunday or even on Monday in fact she barely saw the sun.

When they weren’t eating and drinking or answering calls of nature, they were satisfying their carnal appetites and displaying their primal natures.

 

Tamara was very definitely an innocent when she walked in through his French doors on Saturday morning wearing her emerald-green bikini, but Tammy was considerably more experienced when Mack walked her home in the darkness on Monday night and she crawled into her own bed.

But in the rest of the time at university, up until her graduation she spent more time in his bed than in her own, conducting a clandestine affair right under the noses of her friends India and Marnie, it was only after graduating with a first and she got a research position in Abbottsford that they became a couple.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (588) Pleasure Plateau Encore

 

It was a hot day when physiotherapist Mack Bezley brought second year student Tamara Faris to climax on his treatment table, so he left her sighing and went into the kitchen and took out two bottles of water from the fridge and when he returned he smiled when he saw Tammy laying where he left her but with her limbs hanging limply and with one buttock still exposed and he knew what he was going to do next. 

Mack slapped her gently on her small naked cheek and said

“Come on sexy, rehydrate before part two”

“Part two?” She responded and pushed herself up smartly and got into a sitting position with her legs over the edge

“I didn’t know there was a part two, I thought we were finished”

“We can be if you want, we don’t have to do a part two” he said and handed her a cold bottle of water

“Oh no, I want part two, I don’t know what part two is, but if it’s as nice as part one I want it, I really, really want it, definitely part two” she blurted out at a hundred miles an hour

“Ok, take a breath, I’ll take that as a yes, now have a drink” he said and as she drank, he looked at her bikini top sitting untidily on her pert little breasts. 

After she’d drunk half the bottle she handed it back to him and he put it on the floor after which he grasped the middle of her bikini bra and pulled it sharply down her arms, which surprised her and she let out a little squeal, as he discarded it on the floor behind him she put an arm across her chest to hide her breasts.

“You don’t need to hide those from me” he said softly and replaced her skinny arm with his big muscular hands, and she closed her eyes as he fondled her cute treasures and then Mack touched her smiling lips with his for their first passionate kiss and her skinny arms wrapped around his neck.

“Ok,” he said when he broke away “Part two”

“I’m ready” Tammy responded

“Face down on the table then” he said, and Tammy immediately complied.

Mackenzie took a drink himself and while he did, he perused the slender petite frame stretched out on his treatment table, he surmised she weighed slightly south of 7 stone, with not an inch of fat visible, her strong firm limbs were lithe, with small delicate hands and feet.

Many men would have thought her too skinny and bony, but she was soft where it mattered and to him, she was perfection.

Mack put his bottle down and slapped her bare buttock and said

“Get that pretty little tush up in the air” 

So she pushed herself up, so she was on her knees.

“Like this?” she asked looking over her shoulder

“Perfect” he said from his vantage point at the foot of the table where he could see her half-clad buttocks and the obviously damp crotched bikini knickers, then Mack stepped forward and yanked them down to her knees.

With that done he took a moment to admire the obvious effect he’d had on Tammy as the sunlight glistened on her cum glazed thighs and pussy, then he was ready to add to her juicy display. 

He moved into roughly the same position at the side of the table where he stood when his hand first invaded her bikini and he immersed his fingers between her juicy lips but this time his target was higher.

Her tiny frame was trembling as his hand caressed her fleshy cheek and more so as his fingers traced the curve between her buttocks then he wet his digit between her lips which had moistened in anticipation, and she purred in response to his touch, but her tone was quite different when he penetrated her hole for the first time.

Mack was pleasantly surprised at just how tight she was but was delighted by the delicious noises she was making in response to his fingering, however he knew he could extract deeper and more sustained utterances from her when he introduced a second digit, and he was right as she yelped on the first double digit penetration and with each subsequent entry she got more vociferous but more wild, so he had to place his left hand on her hip to stop her rocking and shimmying while he began to increase the rhythm.

 

Tammy had her forehead resting on the vinyl and was gripping the table top while panting, moaning and gasping out the occasional “Oh Mack” until she got close to the abyss when she was in a frenzy and frantic for the crescendo so he duly obliged her and she let out an animal grunt and he pulled his sticky digits out of her tight hole and she collapsed face down on the table panting with sweat glistening all over her body.

 

It was the hottest part of the day as he watched her from where he was standing on the patio in the minutes after her enthusiastically vocal orgasm and he was nursing a full erection and aching balls.

He knew though as he finished the last drops of water from his bottle that he would be emptying them soon; he just wasn’t sure at that precise moment if it would be in her or on her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (587) Pleasure Plateau Debut

 

Mackenzie Bezley, Mack to his friends, was a successful physiotherapist in his early thirties who ran his private practice out of his Abbottsford bungalow, in Buckleberry Avenue.

He was very fortunate to have the life he had, he was lucky enough to secure an internship with Abbottsford Town football club straight after university, which stood him up in good stead within the sporting community and he was able to make a name for himself and set up in private practice, although he still did one day a week at the Winston Churchill Hospital seeing NHS patients.

He lived alone since his divorce two years earlier and most of the neighbouring properties in his road were HMO’s full of students as they were only a mile and a half from the university.

He got on with most of them, there was the occasional noisy party, but he didn’t mind that, he was young himself once.

Some of them he knew better than others as he sometimes had to treat them professionally.  

One such patient was chemistry student Tamara Faris, although she wasn’t a neighbour at the time as she was only a first year and was living in Halls, he was treating her following a shoulder injury, just for six sessions.

She was still a fresher at the time, and he thought she was cute, in fact he thought the petite strawberry blonde very cute, but there were lines he would not cross.

Then the following year she and her two friends India Philips and Marnie Mason took up residence in the Bungalow next door.

The three geeky girls had only been there for a few days when he and Tammy ran into each other on the pavement.

“Hello Mr Bezley,” she said brightly not thinking he would remember her “I’m your new neighbour”

“It’s Tammy, isn’t it?” he said “Lovely to see you again”

“Yes, although as I’m nearly 20 I’ve decided to go by my more grown-up name of Tamara” she said and giggled

“Well you’ll always be Tammy to me” he said  

 

He saw her quite often after that as they were coming or going, she even popped in for a coffee when she didn’t have lectures and he was between patients, and they got on well together considering the decade or so age difference.

And things would probably have carried on in much the same vein for the remainder of the tenancy had it not been for the combination of an unseasonably warm May and an aversion to climbing.

 

It was Saturday on the Spring Bank Holiday Weekend, and he had just let his only patient that weekend out the front door and was wiping down the treatment table when Tammy appeared at the French doors after having entered his garden through the back gate.

 

Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was tied up and hidden beneath a floppy straw hat, and she was wearing an emerald-green bikini, flip flops and was carrying a plastic bottle and her phone.

“Is it ok to come in?” she asked timidly

“Yes, yes, my last patient of the weekend has just left” he replied

“Good timing then” She said with a giggle

“Why are you here?” he asked with a confused expression

“I was hoping you’d put some factor 50 on for me” she replied holding up the bottle

“No I meant why are you here? I thought you were all going to the National Park for the weekend”

“Yes, we were, and the other two have gone”

“So what happened, did you not fancy it?”

“Oh yes I did, I love the Pepperstock Hills, but India and Marnie changed the plans at the last minute because they wanted to do some climbing and I’m not very good with heights, so I thought I’d give it a miss and have a lazy weekend in the sun and catch up with some reading ” she explained

“Maybe they just wanted to be alone for some lustful in “tent””

“What do you mean?” she asked in surprise and completely missing his joke

“Well they’re obviously into each other” he replied

“Really?” she asked wide-eyed “Are you sure?”

“I thought it was obvious” he said and shrugged

“I can’t believe I’ve been that blind” she said and laughed

“But why wouldn’t they just tell me?”

“I suppose it makes it more exciting to have secret liaison’s” he responded and took the bottle of sun cream from her hand

“Ok jump up on the table, as long as it’s not too high for you up there?”

“Very funny” she said with a chuckle, removed her hat, kicked off the flip flops from her tiny feet and climbed onto his treatment table

“Right lay down and I’ll get you creamed up” he instructed

“Ok…. I mean…. What?”

“Lay down so you I can cream you up”

“That sounds dirty” she said but lay down on her stomach anyway

“Yes, it does” he agreed and laughed as he unhooked her bikini top and began applying lotion “It’s just a Freudian slip”

“I know what that means”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes, Freudian slips are when you accidently say something that reveals unconscious desires, or subconscious thoughts” she explained

“Very good” he retorted in a slightly patronising tone

After a few moments she suddenly looked over her shoulder at him and asked

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you have unconscious desires, or subconscious thoughts about it?”

“About what?”

“Getting girls creamed up?” She said and blushed, which was vivid on her lily-white flesh

“Well I’m a thirty-two-year-old man and we all have fantasies, so I’d be lying if I said no”

“Oh” she exclaimed

“Why wouldn’t I” he mused “Fantasize about getting pretty girls… creamy”

“Pretty girls like India and Marnie?”

“Yes, they’re very pretty, sexy girls” he replied and after a few moments she asked

“What about me?”

“Especially you” he replied, and she gasped

Then a moment later she whispered

“Do you want to?”

“Do I want to what?”

“You know, get me… um… creamy?” she whispered

“That’s a silly question” he responded

“Go on then” she uttered and spread her skinny thighs

“You can do it if you want”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He asked as he put the bottle down

“Yes” she gasped and then his right hand was on the inside of her thigh, and she gasped again

He took his time caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh as his hand made progress towards his goal and her breath was becoming coarse and uneven.

As he reached the top of her trembling thigh, he could feel her moist heat and slipped his thumb beneath the emerald-green fabric of her bikini bottoms, before in a single fluid movement he pulled the material aside to expose her fleshy cheek and then his finger was between her lips

“Oh Mack” Tammy exclaimed and let out a low moan of approval

“You’re already quite creamy” he said

“Thats because you were talking dirty” Tammy responded “And touched me sexily” she added as her hands gripped the tabletop.

As he rhythmically worked on her luscious wetness she responded appreciatively and was beginning to wriggle and fidget so Mack slipped his left hand inside her bottoms and gripped her fleshy cheek which clenched and unclenched beneath his palm in response to what his other hand was doing between her juicy lips.

As things progressed Tammy adjusted her position, so her lower legs were over the side of the table, and she hooked her heels behind the legs for purchase.

His hand was still on her buttock which was still clenching and unclenching until the point she reached one long and sustained clench as he made her cum.

Tammy instantly relaxed and let out a series of sighs, the biggest when he removed his digits from her creamy cunny.

“Well no need to ask if you enjoyed that” he said but she could only murmur a response.

 

It was a hot day, so he left her sighing and went into the kitchen and took out two bottles of water from the fridge and when he returned, he smiled when he saw Tammy laying where he left her with her limbs hanging limply and with one buttock still exposed and he knew what he was going to do next.  

Mack slapped her gently on her naked cheek and said

“Come on sexy, rehydrate before part two”

Sunday, 20 April 2025

Choice Tales from the Vale – (586) Home for the Holidays

 

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors who, thanks to its closeness to the Finchbottom Expressway and the deepwater seaport of Pipershaven, have easy access to the park.

Amidst the magnificent mixed forestry to the south and east of the Pepperstock Hills National Park sits the beautiful village of Pepperstock Green.

Throughout Downshire and the Finchbottom Vale there is an abundance of quaint and picturesque villages and hamlets, but Pepperstock Green is particularly picturesque, with evidence of the thousand years since it was first settled.

Notably its 12th century Church, two Tudor Inn’s, a Victorian Schoolhouse and Cottages representing ever era, spread almost haphazardly around the green that gives the village its name, amidst the craggy woodland.

 

At the center of the large rambling village, both geographically and spiritually, is St Agatha’s Church where teenagers Tara Moss and Holly Barnes were choristers, and it was at Choir practice where they first met even though they were both pupils at Barnabus Boarding School, and they lived in the same street, because there was two years between them.

Holly was only 15 when she first saw Tara and she was instantly smitten, and she was pretty sure Tara felt the same but although she was 17 and doing her A levels, she was much less confident than Holly who was bursting with confidence, compared to the older girl’s acute shyness.

It was during rehearsals for the Christmas Concert, and had it been left to Tara they would never have got together, as it was, nothing happened until Easter when they kissed in the vestry after the Easter Service.

After that they were inseparable until September when Tara left for university when they had to settle for Facetime and sexting. 

So, they really looked forward to the holidays, and Tara came home whenever she could, and it was always special, but it was the Easter Holiday that turned out to be extra special.

 

Holly Barnes’ diminutive figure walked around the corner, wearing her Barnabus Boarding School uniform when Tara spotted her.

She was standing on her doorstep, and she thought Holly looked really hot in the Burgundy blazer with green piping, white blouse, burgundy tie, plaid skirt, and green knee socks.

Holly didn’t look up as she walked past the house because she wasn’t expecting to see Tara until the next day, so she walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Holly turned around abruptly and was about to swear when she realized who it was and threw herself in her arms.

After a long languorous kiss Tara said

“Let’s take it inside, we’ve got 2 hours before mum gets home”

“I’d love to, but I need to shower and change first”

“I’ll take it as it comes” Tara said

“But I’m not, fresh” she whispered

“I want you now, and I want you how you are” Tara said and as she was normally so timid Holly was really turned on.

 

Half an hour later they were on Tara’s bed with Holly, naked below the waste, blazer and blouse unbuttoned, her bra hanging loose above her breasts, and her white knuckled hands gripping the headboard while she sat on Tara’s face as she noshed on her lover’s gamey young minge.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (585) The Long Hot Summer (Part Two)

Norman Simpson was a middle-aged curmudgeonly writer who was renting a farm cottage for the summer, as he had a deadline fast approaching and the distractions of the city were affecting his focus.

His home was in Abbottsford where he had lived alone for 5 years following his divorce.

The cottage was located on Spurgin’s farm between Pepperstock Green and Quarry Hill and was booked by his editor via a local estate agent.

Clifford Conway was his real name, his pseudonym Norman Simpson, was the name of an obscure character in one of his early books, which he used when booking hotels and restaurants. 

The Cottage was about half a mile from the farmhouse and other buildings so it should have suited him perfectly.

However, that didn’t take into account 20-year-old Victoria Spurgin’s presence.

One unbearably hot day in July he had spent some time before lunch entertaining the naïve twenty-year-old cleaner.

 

It was long after lunch when the raven-haired Victoria bound back through the door of the cottage.

“Sorry, there was a lot of washing up to do and they took an age to go back up the hill” she said excitedly

“You’re too late” he said as he sat on the sofa with his laptop open “I’ve started work again and I can’t stop when I’m in the groove” 

“But you said I could have more of the same when I came back” she said

“You were late” he stated

“But I said sorry, and I was very excited because you made me cum a lot” she said quietly

“You’ve cum before though” he said

“Yes, but I never cum like that when I…” she began

“When you finger yourself” he said

“Yes” she replied and blushed

“I’d like to see that, why don’t you show me” he suggested “That would make me close my laptop”

“No, no, don’t make me do that” she pleaded “anything but that”

“Ok, I do want to see that, but I’ll wait until you’re ready to show me” Norman said “Undress for me instead”

“What?” she gasped

“Undress for me” he repeated

“Do you mean everything?” she asked sheepishly

“Everything” he replied as he tucked his laptop down the side of the sofa

“And then you’ll do stuff?” she asked

“I promise you will not be disappointed”  

Victoria kicked off her trainers and slowly removed her ankle socks and threw them on top of her shoes.

She looked at him and blushed as she pulled down the zip on the back of her dress.

Victoria turned her back on him as she let the dress fall to the floor and she stood before him in her pants and bra.

He smiled when he noticed they were not the same knickers he yanked off her earlier, they were now pale blue.

Then as she reached her hands behind her back to unhook her bra, he saw dark tufts of hair under her arms, he had never come across hairy armpits before and he found it strangely alluring.

He also noticed as she unhooked her bra that it did not match either the knickers she was wearing or the ones that he cast on to the floor before lunch, that he didn’t find alluring, he liked lingerie to match, if not a set than at least the same hue, but as far as Victoria’s seduction was concerned it was not a deal breaker. 

As her bra landed on the carpet, he watched with great anticipation as she pushed her panties off the white globes of her arse and down her muscular thighs to her knees where gravity took them to her ankles from where they were kicked away.

Once she was naked, she took a deep breath and turned around and he got his first look at her full rounded breasts and his first full view of the hairiest pussy he had seen.

She stood motionless and proud as he appraised her but then she lost her nerve under his lustful gaze, and she leapt towards him and crawled on top of him and straddled him and immediately wrapped her muscular arms around his neck so he couldn’t see her nakedness anymore.

She relaxed her grip after a minute or two and looked pitifully at him until he pressed his mouth on hers and they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues while Norman’s hands groped her ample buttocks.

His hand soon found its way to her hair pussy before he reacquainted himself with her tender juicy loins and while he fingered her tight young pussy with two fingers of his right hand, he wet the forefinger of his other hand in her juice and screwed it in her anus which took her by surprise

“Oh my God” she exclaimed and winced, but she offered no protest, so he fingered both holes until she screamed and collapsed limply in his arms panting hard. 

After ten minutes her breathing had shallowed, and she was able to speak and sighed

“That was so dirty”

 

After another 5 minutes Norman slapped her crisply on her buttock and said,

“Come on, its time”

“Just five more minutes and then I’ll go home” she pleaded

“I don’t want you to go home” he said

“What then?” she asked

“I want you upstairs so I can split your whiskers” Norman replied

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t you know what comes next after all the fun?”

He asked and she shook her head

“Do you want to find out?”

“Will it make me cum again?” Victoria asked

“Definitely” he assured her, and she jumped up and ran upstairs shouting over her shoulder.

“Come on then”

 

The heat of the day had raised passions that led from some casual fingering to him splitting her whiskers for the first of many times during the summer.

As their sex fueled relationship flourished, her juices and his writing flowed like fine wine and he finished the book well inside the deadline and when he left the farm in September, he took Victoria with him so he could continue banging her back in the city.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (584) The Long Hot Summer (Part One)

 

Norman Simpson was a middle-aged curmudgeonly writer who was renting a farm cottage for the summer, as he had a deadline fast approaching and the distractions of the city were affecting his focus.

His home was in Abbottsford where he had lived alone for 5 years following his divorce.

The cottage was located on Spurgin’s farm between Pepperstock Green and Quarry Hill and was booked by his editor via a local estate agent.

Clifford Conway was his real name, his pseudonym Norman Simpson, was the name of an obscure character in one of his early books, which he used when booking hotels and restaurants. 

The Cottage was about half a mile from the farmhouse and other buildings so it should have suited him perfectly.

However, that didn’t take into account 20-year-old Victoria Spurgin’s presence.

She was the granddaughter of the matriarch of the family Alberta and the niece of her Maiden Aunts, Iris and Daisy.

It was a remote sheep farm high up on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the three older women did all the shepherding leaving Victoria to do all the domestic chores, which included cleaning once a week at the cottage. 

Which he found very distracting, because it was a hot summer, and she wore summer dresses that showed every curve and her underwear.

She also possessed a naivety of how affecting her figure was and how attractive she was.       

But whether by accident or design she was always bending over immodestly, showing him a view of her panties, up her skirt or dress.

 

One unbearably hot day in July he watched as Victoria took the vacuum cleaner lead in her hand and climbed onto the sofa and leant over the arm to reach the socket, and with one foot on the floor and one leg on the sofa he was afforded a great view up her dress of her pink knicker, and her contents, the same as she did every week, only this week he took it as an invitation.

As she located the plug in the socket, he had a notion to plug her socket, so he knelt on the floor between her legs and put his hand on her hip and pinned her down 

“You’ve been flashing your knickers at me all summer, so I assumed you wanted me to have a closer look” he said and lifted the bottom of her dress to fully expose her pink clad buttocks

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” she said

“No need to apologize!” he assured her as he squeezed her buttock “Very nice”

“I really didn’t mean to” she pleaded

“Maybe it’s something in your knicker you wanted me to see then” he said and hooked his thumb up her knicker leg “Oh yes, there it is” he added, released the pressure on her hip and slipped his finger between her lips and her protestation ceased.

 

After making her cum she immediately adjusted her position, so she was kneeling on the sofa with her buttocks in the air

“So, you want some more?” he asked

“Yes please” she replied in a muffled voice, so he pulled her knickers off her buttocks and slipped two fingers into her tight pussy and soon located her G-spot, and she soon went rigid as he made her cum hard, and then she collapsed limply onto the sofa. 

 

He sat and watched her while her body relaxed and her breathing shallowed, and he listened to her contented sighs and numerous fanny farts.

As she was sufficiently recovered, he got up and slapped her cheek which made a delicious sound.

“Time to get on you back” he announced, and she rolled over and he unceremoniously yanked her knickers off.

“Is there more?” she asked holding the front of dress firmly over her pussy

“Do you want there to be more?” he asked

“God yes” she exclaimed which made him laugh

“Sit up and spread your legs wide then” he said, and she complied, but she was still holding the front of the dress firmly over her pussy.

He put a hand behind each knee and pulled sharply so his target was where he wanted it, and she yelped.

Then he began kissing down the inside of her sweaty thigh and she tensed in anticipation and by the time he reached it she had exposed her minge and buried his face in her juicy cunny and feasted on the mix of cum, sweat and womanhood and she moaned loudly as his mouth and tongue worked at her juicy flesh and took her onward to another orgasm.

 

She was moaning and sighing on the sofa when she suddenly leapt up in a panic.

“I have to go” she announced “I have to finish the lunch”

“Ok” he said as he watched her pull her pink knickers back up

“Sorry” she panted “And thank you for the… phwoar”

“You’re welcome” he said, and she rushed out the door only to reappear again a moment later

“Can I come back after lunch?”

“Only if you want more of the same” he replied

“See you later then” she said excitedly

Wednesday, 16 April 2025

Choice Tales from the Vale – (583) The Composer’s Muse

 

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors who, thanks to its closeness to the Finchbottom Expressway and the deepwater seaport of Pipershaven, have easy access to the park.

Amidst the magnificent mixed forestry to the south and east of the Pepperstock Hills National Park sits the beautiful village of Pepperstock Green.

Throughout Downshire and the Finchbottom Vale there is an abundance of quaint and picturesque villages and hamlets, but Pepperstock Green is particularly picturesque, with evidence of the thousand years since it was first settled.

Notably its 12th century Church, two Tudor Inn’s, a Victorian Schoolhouse and Cottages representing ever era, spread almost haphazardly around the green that gives the village its name, amidst the craggy woodland.

 

At the center of the large rambling village, both geographically and spiritually, is St Agatha’s Church where Reverend Samuel Virtue has been Vicar for 20 years, in which he administered to the spiritual needs of village and its environs.

Fifty-year-old Samuel lives in the vicarage behind the church with his wife Chloe and 18-year-old daughter Verity who was destined to be significant in the life of Stephen Farnsworth in his sixth year in the village.

 

He was only 20 when he inherited The Starlings, a cottage on the west side of the village, from his maiden great aunt Edith.

He was halfway through his second year at university when she died so for the first two years, he was only a part time resident while he divided his time between his studies and modernizing the décor of the cottage.

 

Being an only child of wealthy parents, from Tipton, in the North of the county, who travelled a lot and were seldom at the family home.

Having inherited a nice country cottage, which suited him very well, he found himself in the enviable position of being financially independent after securing his degree in order to attain a master’s degree in addition.

 

There was an old ramshackle garage at the end of the garden which had not been used as such since God was a boy as far as he could see, in fact he was a little bemused as to why it was there because there was another garage adjacent to the cottage, however its lack of usefulness as a garage presented him with the perfect place for a studio.  

 

He had no family ties except for his globetrotting parents and no binding romantic attachments at the time, so in his fourth year in Pepperstock Green, with two degrees under his belt and the studio fully functional he decided it was time for him to fully engage in village life.

His first steps into rural society where the most logical ones for him, because he was a committed Christian, and so they took him to St Agatha's Church, because of his faith and his passion. 

It might be a good time to mention what that passion was, namely music, and the purpose of the studio in his garden was to facilitate his work as a composer of amongst other things, Choral Music, which meshed perfectly with St Agatha's because they had one of the best Choirs in Downshire.

He had slipped quietly into the back of the church many times since he first moved in but always slipped out again before the service ended as he wasn’t ready to meet people at that time  

But this time he stayed till the end and met some of the congregation, some of whom he recognized from around the village, and over the week he became known to more and more of them, but it wasn’t until November when he joined the choir.

And for two years that was his life, Church, Choir, Studio and the occasional trip to Abbottsford or to the family home in Tipton if his parents were back in the country.  

 

It was during practice for the first Sunday of Advent when he first became aware of Verity Virtue when she appeared at choir practice one evening to play the organ when she was 16, in the absence of Adele King who had been taken ill earlier in the week.

Although she was clearly uncomfortable performing with an audience, she was a natural performer.

She was not entirely unknown to him, he’d seen the skinny little redhead at church and she would occasionally fill in if they were short of choristers and he remembered her as a skinny unremarkable looking schoolgirl always seemingly in a hurry to get to wherever her destination was, dressed in her Barnabus Boarding School uniform, Burgundy blazer with green piping, white blouse, burgundy tie, plaid skirt, and green socks or tights depending on the time of year.

But he’d never spoken to her or even made eye contact with her as she always had her head down.

But when he realized she was actually talented musically she became more interesting to him.

 

Over the following year or so he saw more of her as Adele King’s illness turned out to be more long term than was first expected and she came out of herself and grew in confidence, she even helped him in the studio from time to time.

He was a composer, and he drew on his idol who was John Barry, and as he was working on a TV series and because, apart from keyboards she also played Clarinet, Oboe and Guitar she was very useful to him.  

Consequently, they grew closer over their shared interests.

But it didn’t manifest into a relationship, not because she wasn’t attractive, but because she was only 17 and he was 8 years older and on top of that she was the vicar’s daughter.

On top of which he was no monk and had occasional visitors to the cottage for amorous assignations, mainly renewing coupling with former university lovers, so he kept his relationship with Verity firmly in the friend and collaborator zone.

Then on New Years Eve 2024 they kissed albeit on the spur of the moment initially, but it lingered, considerably so, and it affected them both, in particularly him.

She slept that night very soundly and dreamed about that kiss over and over again.

On the contrary he did not sleep well at all, his head was full of contradictions and confusions, and he kept repeating her name, Verity Virtue, and the meanings.

Verity, an enduring or necessary ethical or religious or aesthetic truth

And Virtue, the quality of doing what is right and avoiding what is wrong, a particular moral excellence, morality with respect to sexual relations and any admirable quality or attribute

But he couldn’t get the latter out of his head, any admirable quality or attribute.

In the cold light of the New Year’s Day, he decided to put some distance between them for a couple of weeks and to a sojourn to Tipton so her infatuation would cool.

As it happened, for various reasons he was gone for six weeks, and it seemed to have the desired effect.

   

However, his plan unraveled on a chilly Morning at the end of February when Verity knocked on the front door of Starlings cottage and in spite of himself, he was not displeased to see her.

“Hello” he said cheerfully, but she was obviously not happy to be there.

“Mum asked me to drop this music off so you can catch up with the Easter program now you’re back from chasing posh girls in Tipton” she said curtly which he sidestepped

“How come you’re wearing school uniform? I thought you were at college” he asked, and she thawed out a little

“I am, but at Barnabus’ we have to wear this abomination for the Friday assembly every week regardless of what year you are in” she replied

“It’s very fetching” he said and smiled

“Of course, you would find it attractive” she retorted but she smiled as well “Perverts do, anyway I have to go now”

“If you like you could pop round later and help me, get up to speed” he suggested as he held up the music sheets

“No thanks I wouldn’t want to cramp your style” she said coldly and left.

Over the coming weeks Verity slowly thawed and by the end of May their relationship had returned to their pre, New Years Eve kiss level.

So, he was pleased to be back at the uncomplicate by sexual attraction stage while still being able to enjoy the company of an attractive, funny and his musical equal, and it would probably have continued like that had it not been for the Vicars wife, Verity’s mother.

   

It happened at the end of June on the night of the Barnabus Boarding School Centenary Ball.

Stephen had just returned to the house from his studio and was sat on his sofa and was just contemplating what takeaway to order when she stepped through the French door wearing a distinctive white party dress.

“Don’t you dare laugh” she barked

“I wasn’t going to laugh” he lied “You look lovely”

“I look like bloody Tinkerbelle” she retorted and kicked off her shoes

“You won’t look out of place at the party” he assured her

“I’m not going, especially looking like this” she replied and started pacing up and down

“I didn’t want to go in the first place, I’ve only got two good friends at School and they’re not going, Gina has appendicitis, and Kayleigh is on Holiday, but my mum insisted and put me in an Uber”

“So how did you get here?” he asked

“I told him to drop me off before we got there” she replied “Then I needed somewhere to hide so I came here, sorry”

“Theres nothing to be sorry for” he said “And I’m happy for you to hide out here”

“Thank you” she said as her pacing continued at a pace

“Why don’t you sit down” he said “Before you wear out my carpet”

She tutted loudly then sat down heavily on his knee and huffed, that wasn’t quite what he had in mind, but at least she’d stopped pacing.

“I’m so cross with myself,” she said and started tapping her foot agitatedly

“Just calm down” he said and put his hands on her narrow hips and pulled her back towards him, so her head was on his shoulder, and he was looking down on her.

“Just relax” he said, and she seemed to calm down, but the opposite was true for him.

Verity’s usual shock of red hair was tied up exposing the white flesh of her neck and shoulders, of which there was a lot due to the cut of the dress and the creamy whiteness of her skin looked delicious.

As he stared at the flesh, he was beginning to get aroused and his breath deepened and his breath on her skin was affecting her breathing in turn and then he began to kiss her gently on the neck and she gasped.

Stephen’s soft kisses travelled slowly from the nape of Verity’s neck along her collar bone to her shoulder and her breathing became more erratic and adjusted her position on his lap as her hands gripped the leather upholstery and he began to unzip the back of her dress.

Having met no resistance, he began pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders and without speaking she accommodated him by slipping her skinny arms out one at a time while holding the bodice close to her breasts.

The moment both arms were free Stephens hands made immediate ingress inside her dress and cupped one breast and teased the stiffened nipple on the other, the first caused her to murmur and the second made her wince.

While he caressed her delicious pert young breasts she moaned quietly and released the bodice and regained her grip on the sofa.

When his right hand moved slowly across her soft belly, she held her breath and when his fingers reached the waist band of her panties he asked

“Am I the first?”

“Yes” she responded as she exhaled, and his fingers progressed into her knickers and brushed through the abundance of coarse hair until he emersed his forefinger in the warm velvet between her labia.

 

When he’d made her cum, she leapt up, wriggled out of her panties, and scrambled on top of him to straddle his lap and immediately wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and pressed her mouth on his, energetically exploring his mouth with her tongue.

Stephens hands settled on her plump little buttocks until he reacquainted himself with her unsullied pussy. 

This time he probed at her tender loin in search of her G-spot, the erogenous area of her vagina, that with his expert stimulation would blow her mind, and when he found it she went rigid as he evoked strong sexual arousal and brought her to a powerful orgasm, and then she collapsed limply in his arms panting like a racehorse at the end of the race. 

 

After ten minutes her breathing had shallowed, and her body had relaxed, and the room was silent apart from contented sighs and the occasional whispering farts from her tight little fanny.

At that point Stephen decided she was sufficiently recovered for part three, so he rolled her sideways off him, depositing her on her back on the seat beside them which took her by surprise and made her scream.

By the time Verity, and the interesting parts of her, had finished bouncing, he was kneeling on the floor in front of her.

“Are you going to Make Love to me now?” she asked

“No, not yet, there's something else I need to do first” he replied

Her legs had been left spread wide after the impact, so he put a hand on each knee to make sure they remained like that and then he began kissing down the inside of her virgin white thigh and Verity tensed in anticipation of what was coming and when his lips met hers and he tasted her Tang she moaned loudly.

She began to writhe uncontrollably as his mouth and tongue worked at her juicy flesh.

 

After taking her to orgasm with his tongue he left her moaning and sighing on the sofa and got up to go and get ready, returning about 5 minutes later wearing his dressing gown and stood looking down at the dishevelled orgasm wracked frame seductively draped on the sofa and said

“Now it's time”

She opened her eyes and looked at him and he added

“Do you want it here or do you want me to take you to bed?”

“Take me here” she begged “Take my virginity on the sofa wearing this hideous dress”

“OK” he agreed and undid the belt on his dressing gown, exposing his erection and her eyes focused right on it and she adjusted her position on the cushions.

He let the dressing gown fall to the floor and Verity’s   right hand started rubbing her clit and when he pulled his foreskin back to reveal his helmet her eyes widened and the rubbing intensified, so he knelt down before her pulled her buttocks to the edge of the sofa and penetrated her tight little hole and he instantly felt the intense warmth you get from a hymen breaking.

As he made love to her and the rhythm grew in intensity, she was very vociferous and was not the quiet self-conscious teenager she had been before he seduced her, and she was relishing every moment right up to the moment her back arched in the crescendo of a toe-curling orgasm.

After withdrawing from her he looked down at the sweating and panting figure who lay exhausted before him, so he covered her with his dressing gown and went to get dressed.

 

He left her sleeping on the sofa while he redressed and ordered his takeaway but when he returned to the lounge, he found she had redressed herself, except for her knickers which she held in her hand.

“So you’ve had your way with me, and now you’re ordering yourself pizza, I’m obviously just a one-night stand”

She said crossly

“I suppose you just want me to bugger off home, so you get back to one of your Posh Tipton girls”

“Firstly, I’ve ordered pizza for both of us” he said and snatched the knickers from her hand

“And you won’t be needing these for a while, because once you’ve got your strength back, I’m taking you to bed”

“But…” she began

“And this is not a one-night stand for me, this is the first of many” he said

“Really?” she asked red faced

“Really” he replied and kissed her

“Sorry” she said, and he kissed her again

 

As they ate their pizza she quietly asked

“Not that I’m complaining, but are we just fuck buddies?”

“Well I see us as friends and lovers who are looking forward to divesting you of various outfits and ravishing you on a regular basis” he said

“As your boyfriend”

“Really?” she said and grinned then ate her last slice of pizza

“What kind of outfits?” she asked

“Well obviously your Barnabus School Uniform, your Hockey Kit, Brownie’s Uniform, Surplice and even your Tinkerbelle dress again” he said “That will be enough to be getting on with I think”

“I’m not sure about Tinkerbelle, and I don’t see what’s sexy about a surplice”

“Well it depends on what you’re wearing underneath it” he said

“You’ve really thought about this” she said “You’re a bit of a perve”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not a bit” she said “As long as you’re my perve”

“Good answer” Stephen said “Now put your pizza down and get your sexy arse upstairs”