Choice Tales from the Vale – (590) The Student Landlord – The Music Student Solo

 

Buckleberry Avenue in Abbottsford consists of two rows of bungalows, 40 in total, either side of the tree lined road, just over half of them were now HMO’s full of students, as they were only a mile and a half from the university.

The remainder were still privately owned, one of those was owned by twenty-eight-year-old handyman, Chris Baker, who also owned four of the HMOs.

The Buckleberry Avenue properties made up part of a larger portfolio, the majority of which were occupied by students, which gave him a very good living.

All he had to do to earn that living was to maintain the properties while they were occupied and decorate and make repairs when they were empty.

When he had to fix something in an occupied dwelling, he always endeavoured to do it when the occupants were out, especially the students, he didn’t really like students, he found them to be over educated ill-informed and too easily offended, and the ones that didn’t fit into those categories were just vacuous.

Chris liked the look of them, the girls obviously, he just didn’t like to talk to them, because he was always disappointed.

He lived opposite one of his properties, number 44, and he often saw them coming or going, they were all music students, and all a bit geeky, but each one was pleasing to the eye in their way.

The first one was a tall skinny blonde, with straw covered hair called Simone Stephens, who always wore flat shoes because she was so tall, and walked with a slight stoop,

and she wore flowery clothes and in spring and summer she was always in a floral dress.

The second one was Michelle Herries, who had strawberry blonde coloured hair and not as tall as Simone and she was a much more confident girl with her prominent proud chin who favoured much more figure-hugging clothes on her young curves, he particularly liked her in clothes that showed off her shape.

Completing the trio was the quiet diminutive brunette Saffron Wigston who favoured a completely different look, she went for the frumpy look, favouring dark colours, normally a pinafore dress, black tights and baseball shoes and she wore her hair either in pigtails or plaits, she even wore black thick framed glasses to hide behind, but she did have a broad bright smile.

But as cute as the late teens were they were all just young girls learning to be women, being watched by young men trying to figure out how to bed them.

So he gave them all a wide berth and left it to his assistant, Jade Norman, to deal with the lettings so he didn’t have to converse with them, and that arrangement had worked very well for three years, and he had exchanged barely more than a dozen words with the Buckleberry Avenue tenants.

It suited Jade because she had her fair share of student’s girls, which was her main sexual diet, but she liked cock as well, but she preferred more experienced men whereas the opposite was true with the female students she had a penchant for the novices so “servicing” students was perfect for her.

So the arrangement suited them both and he had been able to keep his distance.

However that was only true until one Christmas when he entered into converse, of a very different kind with second-year music student, Simone Stephens.

 

He had a leak under the kitchen sink that he needed to  attend to so as it was the Christmas break and three days before Christmas, he thought it would be safe, so he crossed the road and let himself in the front door.

It was a cold day, but as soon as he opened the door he was hit with a wave of heat, his first thought was that the silly girls had gone home for Christmas and forgotten to turn the thermostat down, but then his attention was turned towards a sound of sensual moaning.

He didn’t know who it was that was moaning or who was making them moan but it stirred his curiosity, so he put his tool bag down in the hall and carried on listening as he decided to investigate.

Chris walked gingerly towards the source of the sweet sexual emanations, and he could see the door to one of the bedrooms was partially open.

As he got closer to the open door the sounds were clearer and more distinct, and he could hear panting breaths and then it wasn’t just his curiosity that was stirred.

He crept as close as possible to the door until he could see who was moaning sweetly and who was making them moan and the answer to both was Simone Stephens.

As Chris looked through the partially open door, he could see her sitting on her bed, propped up against the headboard, with her nightie pulled up around her waist.

She had one long leg draped over the edge of the bed and the other pulled up close to her body, so her knee was touching her shoulder.

While one hand cupped one of her meagre breasts and caressed her proud teat through her nightie while the other was down among her dark blonde fur as her busy fingers frigged her pussy.

But as deft as her fingering was, having brought herself frustratingly close to the abyss with her frantic fingering she just couldn’t quite get over the edge.

Then Simone was suddenly startled by the sound of a squeaky floorboard as he adjusted his feet, and she just froze when she realised, she had been observed masturbating and looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights until he said.

“Do you need any help with that?”

Simone suddenly galvanized into action, leaping up and covering her modesty and pushed past him

“I wasn’t doing anything I just have an itch”

“Well, I can help to scratch it” he offered

“I wasn’t doing anything”, she shouted as she ran towards the bathroom

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it” he continued and then the bathroom door slammed, and he chuckled to himself as he went to retrieve his tool bag.

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”

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