I WANTED HER
She crouched down, almost squatting
To stroke a small dog in the park
As she did her full buttocks
Strained the fabric of her shorts
And I wanted her
When she stood up
She through back her hair from her face
As she did the sunlight caught
The fine blonde strands
And I wanted her
She reached behind her head
To tie back her loose hair
Which pushed her breasts tightly
Against her cotton shirt
And I wanted her
She saw me looking at her
And smiled at me coyly
Then she waved to me, smiling
And I wanted her
Luckily she was my wife
IN THE AFTERGLOW
She lay serenely in the afterglow
The sweat of passion spent
Vaporized and no more
Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face
The red glow of the cheeks still visible
Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly
Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of orgasm
Which were etched into her innocent face
Linger no more but shall again soon
She lies beneath a silken sheet
Stretched more tightly across her breasts
Showing them in sharp relief
The cool air from the open window
Arouses her nipples
Which stand proud through the silk
She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison
As her arousal continues elsewhere
If her lover does not return
Her satisfaction will be in her own hand
IN THE CHAIR
I entered the living room from the garden
To a scene which gave me a hard on
My housekeeper's daughter was there
Sitting in a leather winged back chair
Unaware of my presence by the garden door
Her pants discarded nearby on the floor
One leg draped over the arm of the chair
Happily pleasuring herself without a care
Her eyes closed thinking she was alone
Writhing gently with each successive moan
Between her lips fingers worked eagerly
And her pink flesh responded moistly
I slipped off my swim shorts right there
And began tugging on my organ before her
She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise
Her eyes looking at me pulling on my rise
She continued masturbating with me watching
And I matched the rhythm of her fingering
Then she motioned me to her in the chair
Still tugging on my organ I approached her
With her free hand she grabbed my erection
Taking it in her mouth to my satisfaction
With one hand I braced myself on the chair
While the other one caressed her red hair
Her thighs drew together as she came loudly
Moaning and writhing, still sucking on me
She jumped up and knelt in the chair quickly
Gripping the leather back offering herself to me
I pulled up her short skirt quickly by the hem
Exposing her buttocks then I fondled them
Her Round firm buttocks confronted me
As I knelt down to lick her moist cunny
"I want you in me now" she said in haste
"Don't worry" I replied, "I just want a taste"
I stood, hands on her cheeks caressing her
Kneading them before penetrating her
Once inside her I pulled at her summer vest
Then my hands played with her breasts
I thrust into her tight pussy again and again
Gripping her tits as I gave her my cane
Then her taught body gave a shudder as she came
Then another and another then I did the same
After withdrawal she was all coy and beguiling
She put on her pants and went away smiling
After one session I looked forward to another
In the mean time I went off to have her mother
IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Her eyes of velvet hazel brown
Looked at me and then look down
Her nose twitched and she bit her lip
Then she composed herself and took a sip
She fought to suppress it for a while
Then her full lips broke into a smile
I stared at the curvaciousness in her gown
Then her brow furrowed into a frown
Under my gaze her lashes fluttered nervously
her eyebrows raised disapprovingly
as I looked at her figure shamelessly
Picturing her body naked before me
The skin of her cheeks flushed deep red
Then proudly she held up her head
She flicks the brunette strands of hair
Off her face as I stand and stare
I love the beautiful things in life
So what's wrong with ogling my own wife
ISLE OF LOVE
The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was
Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze
Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat
The ice in my drink chinked out a melody and
Beckoned me, my companion sat on the veranda
She turned her head to me as I approached
I leant down and kissed the nape of her neck
The downy hairs stood up and I kissed again
She met my gaze and smiled coyly then looked down
At her lap, so my eyes wandered to the
Gaping fabric of her silk dress and the soft
Roundness of her within. I watched as
Her nipples aroused either by the cooling
Air or at the knowledge of my gaze, no matter
I felt no shame at the beholding of her
She looked up at me with beguiling eyes
Her eyes said our drinks could wait awhile
I took her hand and returned her smile
KISSING COUSINS
It was on a family holiday in Spain
When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen
Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes
For as long as I could remember
But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality
And Karen flirted with me outrageously
From the moment we set off for the airport
But I wasn't really interested
I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two
So I tried my best to ignore her
But that was easier said than done
When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini
And she was extremely fit and flaunted it
So I weakened after all I was only seventeen
I took my chance one afternoon
When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere
A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere
I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment
I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same
Once the parents were well on their way
I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel
She was stood with her back to me
And was wearing only black satin underwear
Matching pants and camisole
I knew she had borrowed them
Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them
The day we arrived at the resort
I walked up behind her and dropped my towel
Wrapped my arm around her
Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me
And hugged me back my loins responded immediately
And my erection was quickly digging into her back
I inclined my head and kissed her
She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths
Squeezing each other tightly
Then I released my grip on her
Resting my hands lightly on her waist
As I moved slowly onto my knees
She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties
And I hooked them inside the waistband
I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips
They slipped with ease against her silky skin
And over her tight young cheeks
Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles
I kissed the small of her back
My lips brushing the downy hairs
And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks
I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood
Then they moved across her soft flat belly
And upwards beneath her camisole
And cupped her firm little breasts
Teasing her nipples to erection
I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts
Then I whispered in her ear
And she pulled her camisole off over her head
Naked and blushing she turned to look at me
And I kissed her mouth eagerly
Then I pushed her gently forward
So she would kneel on the bed
Then my hands moved back to her hips
As I bent her over at the waist
She was like putty to me totally compliant
I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do
I teased at her wet lips with my erection
Before thrusting into her
She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen
Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply
Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm
Until she came one, twice, three times
When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back
Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them
And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body
And then I walked away whistling
LE BICYCLETTE DE BELSIZE
As I drive home from work, with the evening
sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I
come to an abhorrent obstruction in the
road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with
somewhere to go and a finite time
to get there. I was driving down a very
narrow lane following a cyclist that I
knew I couldn't pass when I noticed the cyclist
for the first time, her brown hair dancing across
her shoulders contrasting starkly with the white of
the cotton blouse which tapered down to her
narrow waist before disappearing into
the waist band of her gray checked skirt.
I pondered briefly on the name of the pattern
was it "Hounds tooth, Prince of Wales, then the cloth
stretched tight against her cheeks as she was stood
up in the saddle as we climbed the hill, her long
tanned legs powering her on and her
buttocks reshaped themselves again
and again, I could only imagine what
was happening in front of her out of my
view, then the material was tight against her
curves once more as her bottom perched
back on the saddle and every bump in the road
brought a new quiver to her plaid clad cheeks
and a delicious new tingling to my loins
then all at once the lane ended and she was gone
down a path went the girl and the bike she sat upon
MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE
Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing
Sensuously with every step
Rising and falling
Attracting every eye
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Was closer to me now
The crisp white cotton
Of her blouse disappeared
Into the waistband of her skirt
A tight grey skirt
As she walked closer
I could hear the rustle of her clothes
Her blouse
Her skirt
Her stockings
I hoped they were stockings
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Flicked her eyes
In my direction
Holding my gaze
For only a moment
In a knowing glance
As good as a promise
Then walked past me
I turned to see her
Walking slowly away
Her stilettos clicking
Her hips swinging
To and fro
And her Buttocks
Forming and reforming
With every step
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Beat out a sexual rhythm
A sensual rhythm
A primeval rhythm
Making my pulse race
And my loins ache
And I followed her
Matching her rhythm
My temples throbbed
As blood rushed elsewhere
In a perfect rhythm
Engorging me
As she reached her door
She turned to me smiling
And proffered her hand
Gratefully I took it
Then she led me to paradise
MISS TUNNEY
Hey there Miss Tunney
You're quite a honey
With a disposition sunny
And sense of humour, funny
So cute just like a bunny
I'd pay a deal of money
Just to taste your cunny
MISTAKEN IDENTITY
"Bob, go to the Hilton I was told "and meet Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough
I was expecting a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead you see
With a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee
A dour Yorkshire man wearing cloth cap and dressed in tweed
So was not prepared for who it was to greet me I must concede
The whippet wielding Yorkshire man had turned out to be
A very pretty young woman who was called Samantha you see
She was actually a stunningly beautiful petite young blonde
The type of delicious creature it was impossible not to be fond
She introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello
I stuttered out my own introduction by way of a quid pro quo
She offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly
In my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child
In silence we continued to shake hands and we both just smiled
We held each other's gaze and hand perhaps too long slightly
We both laughed nervously and her cheeks blushed brightly
She then turned away and bade me follow which was no chore
I followed her exotic heady fragrance out thought the door
Silently she led me down a corridor in the lounge direction
I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring its perfection
Even wearing four-inch heels I marveled at her daintiness
Only reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less
The straight blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly
A fitted silk blouse complemented her waif-ish frame perfectly
She had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing
And pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirting
Then the shapely legs clad in stockings unless I miss my guess
The overall effect was stunning and I was smitten I will confess
Then sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton
The sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination
Seemingly completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved
On the red-blooded men in her wake she'd never have believed
She stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards me
This caused the illumination of her fine breasts for us to see
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on a cushion pad
A glimpse of her stocking top confirmed the suspicion that I had
She effortlessly and elegantly slipped into the vacant place
And gestured for me to sit beside her in the neighboring space
Not coy she sat straight-backed upright confident and proud
Her voice was strangely hypnotic clear and soft but not loud
Once again I was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent
Then she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the document
Like a precious work of art I had admired her from a distance
Now I could examine in detail every brushstroke every nuance
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine rain
The sun was highlighting strands like spun gold again and again
The golden rain tumbled to caress the nape of her neck gently
Coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders diffidently
I was transfixed by the vision of golden hair framing her face
Of pale alabaster like porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace
Her eyes stunning and captivating were of translucent green
And her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in between
Her mouth was only narrow but the lips were full and luscious
As she spoke the pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuous
I would blush to my roots if our eyes met however fleetingly
And then a smile would dance about her mouth provocatively
I turned my attention to her slim pale arms naked and bare
The suns illumination fringing like white gold the downy hair
Then her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim
No bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewelry
But then no jewelry could ever improve on this beauty before me
Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it
Causing her blouse to gape revealing her breast well just a bit
Just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill
Enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses and thrill
Then she catches me letching and smiles as I avert my gaze
Now it's her milky white flesh that blushes in a crimson blaze
All to soon our short business meeting was at a close and done
I felt her soft and delicate hand in mine and then she was gone
So blinded by her beauty and intoxicated by her sweet perfume
I could barely stammer out a sentence before she left the room
I was left with only the exotic fragrance lingering about me
Feeling quite despondent and in a strange way quite empty
In my hand I found her business card as you would expect
Then I turned it over like you would to more closely inspect
A hand written note and number is not what I thought to see
Here's my number, call me soon, I'd like to see you socially
Sunday 23 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (275) Sweet Young Things – Sharon’s Tale
(Part 01)
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.
Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
(Part 02)
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.
When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
(Part 03)
Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon
After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.
(Part 04)
After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was the next day in fact, to his surprise that his fantasy was made manifest.
Not that it was a surprise that he fucked her, that was always going to happen, and the prompt fulfilment of his fantasy was also no surprise, as his pussy radar told him she was game, what was however surprising was the fact that she was a virgin, he hadn’t expected that at all, but he didn’t mind as it added to the spice for him.
Katie’s wasn’t the first cherry he’d popped in his time and he knew for a fact she wouldn’t be the last.
After that first time he spent all summer wetting his balls with Katie until she was very accomplished in bed, or indeed anywhere else he chose to have her.
One afternoon after he’d nailed her in her parent’s bed they were laying in the afterglow when she asked out of the blue
“You know that Sharon is sixteen on Saturday”
“I did know that” he confessed
“And do you also know that she is expecting you to keep your promise about shagging her once she was “legal”” she continued
“Yes I did know that as well” he confirmed
“So are you going to?” she asked
“Very definitely” he said
“I thought you would” she said “And are you going to pop Riette’s cherry when she turns 16 at the end of the month?”
“Probably” he replied “would you mind if I did?”
She thought for a moment and replied
“No, not as long as she doesn’t get any of my share”
Katie knew about Ian’s reputation for shagging anything with a pulse long before she surrendered her virginity to him, and she wasn’t looking to convert him, Ian was a wonderful lover but he would be a crap boyfriend, so she didn’t want him for anything other than sex.
As for her sister if she wanted a taste of what she’d had, once she was old enough, she wouldn’t dissuade her.
But Katie was enjoying what she was getting and she didn’t want her sister or their friend Sharon to curtail her supply of cock.
It wasn’t as if there was any love between her and Ian, they were very fond of each other obviously but first and foremost they were fuck buddies.
She would find love elsewhere, hopefully when she left for University in September, she would meet a man she could love and the man she fell in love with would get her love, her heart and the benefit of Ian Tilley’s summer long sexual tutelage.
Although she might well revisit the well of his dirty delights if the man she lost her heart to couldn’t ring her bell.
In the mean time she was happy being fucked senseless by Ian and it would have been churlish of her to deny her friend Sharon and her own sister Riette the benefit of some experienced choice cock.
(Part 05)
When Ian woke up one Saturday morning he still had vivid lurid images of naked women performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of what he had been dreaming about he was sporting a spectacular early riser, unfortunately the girl in the village who had become the default recipient of his erections all summer long had gone to Abbottsford for the day.
He was still semi hard when he left the Vicarage to take a walk around the village to see what morsels he might find, but after an hour of fruitless searching he went for a walk through Oxley Glade, a dense area of ancient woodland, and followed the path that threaded its way through the woods which was his usual route before he made his way towards home and as he meandered his way along the path, he heard a voice behind him.
“Wait for me Ian” the voice said, “wait for me, wait for me”
Ian turned around but he couldn’t see who it was
“Wait for me” they continued shouting a little louder this time and then crash, a girl came running around an oak tree and hurtled straight into him and they both ended up on the floor, the girl was the young, and perhaps more significantly “legal” Sharon Todd.
“Ouch” she said rubbing her left knee.
“Are you ok?” he asked as he helped her to her feet.
“Just banged my knee a bit,” she said laughing
“I didn’t think I was that close to you”
She was a very pretty girl, five foot one with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, courtesy of her ancestry, her father was from the Philippines and her mother was Spanish and as a result she was a beautiful colour.
“Happy birthday by the way” he said suddenly remembering she was now “16” or put another way she was now “legal”.
“Thank you,” she said grinning
She looked very cute in a yellow lacey fascinator with small white flowers.
Sharon was wearing a very smart yellow outfit, consisting of double breasted jacket, a pleated flared skirt, cream tights, and a white blouse and court shoes.
“Aren’t you a bit overdressed for walking in the woods?” he enquired
“Yes, a bit I suppose” she agreed
“Is there a reason?” he pressed
“Oh yes, it’s my aunties wedding” she replied
“So why are you here?”
“The reception doesn’t start until three so I had a couple of hours to kill” she replied as she began to brush dust off her legs and was making it worse so he fished out a hankie from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Use that” he said “that will help for the moment”
Sharon rubbed at it and winced, but again it wasn’t improving things at all.
“Come on, come to the vicarage and we’ll get you cleaned up”
“Ok” she said brightly, as that was precisely what she had in mind when she chased him through the woods.
(Part 06)
“Bad luck having to share your 16th Birthday with a family wedding” he said as they walked towards the vicarage.
“Oh no it was great, I got loads of presents from the guests” she said “I think I got more gifts from friends and family than the bride did”
“Talking of friends, where’s Riette?” he asked
Riette was her best friend and they were inseparable they had been friends forever.
“She went to Abbottsford with Katie” she said just as they arrived at the vicarage and they went inside.
“I don’t think the dirt is coming off your tights without rinsing them out, so go and slip them off and rinse them” he told her “and I’ll hang them up, they’ll be dry in plenty of time for the reception”
“Do you want a drink?” he shouted as she was in the downstairs bathroom
“A glass of wine please” she shouted back, as she stepped into the hall, she had taken off her tights and was holding the wet bundle in her hand.
“Ok I’ll take those, you go and sit on the sofa” he said
Ian walked into the lounge with a drink in each hand, a damp cloth in his pocket and a towel over his shoulder.
He handed her the drink and said
“Happy birthday”
And then they chinked glasses before he knelt down in front of her and took the damp cloth out of his pocket and washed the dirt off her knee
“So what are you doing for your birthday?” he asked as he worked
“Mum and Dad are taking me and Riette to a swanky restaurant in Tipton” she said very pleased with herself.
“This might sting a bit,” he said as her dabbed at a small cut he had reveled under the dirt on her knee
“Ooh” Sharon winced as she sat perched on the edge of the sofa.
“I’ll put a plaster on or you’ll bleed onto your tights”
He had his right hand under her knee as he applied the plaster and Ian got a quick flash of white knicker against her dark skin as he lifted her leg and he said
“So sweet sixteen….” He began, rubbing the corners of the plaster with his thumbs
“…. And never been kissed” she finished
“That can’t apply to you,” he said and Sharon blushed
“Get away with you” he replied looking at her face and she blushed deeper and looked down into her lap.
“The boys must be mad, they should be queuing up to kiss a gorgeous girl like you” he said “I know I would be”
“Would you?” Sharon said lifting her eyes from her lap
“In a heartbeat” he replied and her dark eyes said “kiss me then”
So he backtracked a little
“But I’m not a 16 year old boy, I’m a man of nearly 25, and you’re still a girl, a very pretty girl, but a girl none the less”
In response she reached forward quickly and kissed him on the mouth, more of a peck really than a kiss and she went horribly red.
Well he wasn’t expecting that for a second, it came right out of left field.
So he moved the hand that was on her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and he stroked it gently and pulled her face towards his.
“Do it like this” he said
(Part 07)
So he moved the hand that was on her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and he stroked it gently and pulled her face towards his.
“Do it like this” he said and put his lips to hers once, twice and then a third time when their mouths gently sealed on each other’s and their tongues engaged.
It only lasted a few moments and when their lips parted he said
“There, now you’re a sweet sixteen who has been kissed”
In response she gave a heavy sigh then leant into him saying
“Again please”
But Ian put his finger up to her lips
“Too many kisses can lead to mischief,” he said
“Again” she pleaded and their lips met again, this time in a longer deeper more sensual union and when he broke away Sharon sighed again.
Ian got up and went and sat on the other half of the sofa, he wanted her now, very much, but she was only 16 and even if it was legal now she was still very young, if Sharon wanted to continue she had to take the lead.
Morally it was a bit of a cop out but once the blood rushed to his dick his morality blurred a tad.
But he wasn’t going to force himself on her, she was still young, and she had to be in the driving seat.
So he sat on his end of the sofa and Sharon got up and walked over to him and sat on his knee, which he took to be his invitation to give her a special birthday gift, after all he was very horny and morals were not his strong suit.
“You know what this means?” he asked
“Yes” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth and it was a hot liquid kiss.
This served to stir his loins and stiffen his resolve as well as his shaft.
While the kiss continued and the passion heightened and as their tongues dueled, Ian began undoing the buttons of her blouse slowly and deliberately, one by one, by one, until the point their lips parted and her face burrowed into his neck and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.
He looked down as he slowly undid another button, then another and then another until it was opened to the waist and he tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and Sharon breathed in to aid him in his task.
The breaths on his neck were getting stronger as he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey and then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Ian’s eager hands made the short journey inside the white lace bra and cupped the prizes he had coveted since he first spied down the front of Sharon’s summer dress, just a few short months earlier.
He couldn’t have them then because she was under age, but he had them now, because it was her birthday, and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara sugar, topped with muscovado coloured teats, stiffening to his touch.
Her breath was panting, interspersed with low moans and while he toyed with her delightful confections Ian planned his next move.
He lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her hard and hot and
put his right hand on her injured knee and moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up to in response to the advance of his hand, so he would soon reach his target, inside her white lace panties.
(Part 08)
He lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her hard and hot and
put his right hand on her injured knee and moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up to in response to the advance of his hand, so he would soon reach his target, inside her white lace panties.
Ian knew they were white, because he caught a glimpse earlier when he was applying the plaster and even if he hadn’t he knew she was a classy girl so they would definitely match her bra.
What better way was there to take away a girls virginity than to firstly remove her from her matching underwear.
The urgency of her kisses told him he was close even if the feel of lace on his fingertips had not.
He ran his fingers slowly up her groin, never more than a millimeter from the lace until it reached her hip bone and then it slipped beneath the pristine panties, across her belly and down amongst her curly pubes, and he could feel her moans in his mouth, so from her little furry snatch he traversed her mound and slid his fingers between her lips, and she stopped kissing him and rested her forehead against his, where with her mouth opened and she emitted a long low growl.
Beneath his fingers her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid silk on his fingertips as he worked her gently and she moaned in response, so he worked on her harder and she growled again.
Her growls intensified with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she drew her knees up to her chest and his frigging of her between her thighs brought her to the abyss and Sharon came hard.
After a moment or two he removed his fingers from her juicy crack and slid his hand along her thigh leaving a greasy trail as it went.
Ian was ready to fuck her at that moment, but he didn’t want to force the pace so he waited for Sharon to initiate the next phase or to indicate the she wanted him to continue.
He didn’t have to wait for long because her eager little mouth was busying itself chewing on his earlobe and wetly tonguing his ear and her hand had unsubtly settled on the bulge in his trousers, which he immediately made twitch.
His twitching action made her jump and then giggle before her mouth was on his and her hand began stroking at the swelling in his lap.
The message was obvious to him that he had the green light to finish the job, but he needed to slow her down and give her time to think before they passed the point of no return, so he broke away from her intense mouth and said
“Stand up Sharon”
Sharon stood up and faced him and as she did so she was licking her lips, but then she became self-conscious beneath his gaze and pulled the front of her jacket together to cover her little breasts, so he put a hand on each lapel and pulled her towards him.
With Sharon standing five foot one in her stocking feet and him over six feet tall, her lips were only an inch or two above his as he sat perched on the sofa so he reached up and kissed her.
Sharon released her hold on her jacket to put her arms about his neck and it fell open again allowing his hands access to her bare silky skin and more importantly those plump little tits.
And while he pawed and fondled at them his lips began their journey down her neck and throat to join them.
(Part 09)
Sharon released her hold on her jacket to put her arms about his neck and it fell open again allowing his hands access to her bare silky skin and more importantly those plump little tits.
And while he pawed and fondled at them his lips began their journey down her neck and throat to join them.
As Ian faced her dark mounds he thought of how long he had waited for that moment to be reacquainted with the delicious brown titties that she tantalized and teased him with on that warm afternoon back in May.
So he kissed her small globes softly, the beautiful caramels, before consuming her chocolate nipple and sucking on it greedily until it was swollen between his lips, and then he transferred his attentions to its partner as his hands travelled seamlessly from her waist to her hips to her thighs and then to her knees where they began to slowly slide up her silky thighs to finally rest on her perfect buttocks, kneading each cheek as he sucked her teat, her skinny legs trembled as his fingers reached into the waistband of her panties and pulled them easily off her tidy little arse and down her slender thighs to her shaking knees.
That was when he left her swollen nipple and looked up at her lovely face and she smiled him a beaming smile, so he sat her next to him and they briefly kissed again, before he laid her back on the sofa where he grabbed the crotch of her panties between her knees, which were sodden with her cunny juice and he thought to himself
“They’re not pristine white any more”, and pulled them down to her feet and off over them, discarding them behind him.
Ian held her left leg behind the wounded knee and kissed the plaster and then he kissed every inch along the soft flesh of her inner thigh to her honey-drenched quim.
His nose was in amongst her hairy black bush and he could smell her scent.
He wouldn’t dally long at the furry cup, he just wanted to drink from her fresh unsullied lips before he took her.
Whether it was just a brief refreshment or not, Sharon enjoyed every flick of his tongue as he licked at her wet cunny and when he came up for air her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.
It was time for the main event so he unbuckled his belt and began pulling down his trousers.
He noticed the top of his trouser leg, above the knee, where she had sat, was saturated with Sharon’s juices, just as her panties were.
He quickly slipped both trousers and pants down his thighs and released his engorged cock.
He looked up at Sharon and could see her eyes were open now and transfixed on his swollen member, so he took hold of his shaft in his right hand and tugged the skin back to expose his purple head.
As the purple crown emerged from its pink cocoon Sharon’s eyes widened in surprise.
He took hold of her right leg, which distracted her momentarily, and they made eye contact
“Are you ok?” he asked and smiled
“Yes” she whispered
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No” she said very definitely shaking her head with a look of mild alarm on her face.
“Ok” he thought “That will do for me”
And out loud he said
“All you need to say is “stop” and I’ll stop”
She nodded
So still holding onto her right leg behind the knee he slid his hand down the outside of her thigh and gripped her buttock firmly and immobilized her leg between his arm and his side, while his right hand pushed her other leg gently sideways opening her up wide for him.
Then Ian gripped his shaft and prodded the wetness of her with his knob and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip.
(Part 10)
Ian gripped his shaft and prodded the wetness of her with his knob and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip.
So gripping his cock he pushed his pink shaft between her dark lips and he briefly felt the resistance of her hymen before her cherry popped and she was deflowered.
Sharon moaned softly as his helmet breached her hairy hole, then she winced as her hymen broke and then Sharon moaned loudly as he penetrated deeply into her, he withdrew and penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a line, then another length and she squirmed.
He could have just fucked her to a conclusion right there on the leather couch, but he thought more of her than that and he thought she deserved her fist time to be a tenderer affair than just a quick shag on the sofa so he withdrew from her tight little cunny and she looked up at him with a look of alarm on her face.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked with great anxiety
“I’m sorry Ian”
Sharon had sat up and implored him
“Tell me what I did? I won’t do it again I promise”
In response Ian put his finger up to her lips.
“Shhh”
“You haven’t done anything wrong honey,” he said reassuringly
“I just want to take you to bed now”
She was clearly relieved and threw herself into is arms.
“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said burying her face in his neck.
I laughed and said
“I would have to be either mad or dead not to want you honey”
There was a brief hug and then he said
“So come on then, upstairs”
Sharon led the way while he stripped off, so he was completely naked as I followed her upstairs wearing only a liberal layer of her secretions along his shaft.
He was right behind her as she entered his bedroom and she came to a stop beside the bed.
Ian put his hands on the shoulders of her jacket and ran them down the sleeves and found her hands, she immediately grasped onto the back of them and squeezed.
Sharon turned her head to look up at him and he kissed down into her open mouth and as he did, her tiny hands moved his great paws up to her plump titties.
They continued to kiss for a few moments whilst he groped at her soft young tits and played with her dark nipples then he let go of her treasures, and grabbed her lapels and pulled her jacket off her shoulders so it fell to the floor.
Next he unhooked the fastener on her waistband, then slowly pulled down the zip and the skirt fell almost effortlessly off her slender hips.
They stopped kissing as first her blouse and then her bra were dropped to the floor.
He pushed her lightly forward so she stepped out of the pile of clothing and he made her kneel on the edge of the bed, then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her briefly on the neck.
“Lie down hon” he said
(Part 11)
“Lie down hon” he said
Which she did without hesitation, and he smiled because she lay flat on her stomach so he couldn’t see her beautiful body.
Ian threw the duvet over her and she wriggled beneath it until first her fascinator, and then the top of her head appeared followed by her eyes, and that was all she wanted him to see for now.
Ian noticed her eyes were once more transfixed on his cock, which now bore a dewy sheen, Sharon’s dewy sheen.
He got into bed and was at once facing her silky young form, and as soon as he kissed her, any doubt that she was not 100% up for it were dispelled as she gripped his cock and stroked it vigorously, so he rolled her onto her back where she instantly spread herself, opening wide in readiness for him, so he climbed aboard to mount her and in a single movement penetrated her tight wet pussy again.
Sharon wrapped her skinny legs around him and her hands played up and down his back as he gave her length after length and with every thrust he gave her she emitted a low rasping moan until she screamed out a high girlish scream as she came.
Sharon would have been happy if that was all there was, having no benchmark, but he had more to give, so he gave it, in rhythmic measured lengths and she squirmed and squealed beneath him until, on her third girlish orgasmic scream, he shot into her and she gripped him tightly with arms and legs as he pulsed his ejaculation into her cunny.
Sharon was letting out a whispered gasp with each pulsing twitch of his cock and so her deflowering was now complete.
As they lay in his bed in the afterglow Sharon sighed herself to sleep and he soon followed.
They only slept for about half an hour, just long enough.
He woke first and he reflected on what a pleasurable interlude it had been and what a willing pupil Sharon had been and he got a stirring at the thought of furthering her sexual education and developing her knowledge in the erotic arts at least for the rest of the summer.
It would be a delight to revisit the deliciously dark flesh of Miss Todd in the coming weeks or months, even when Katie was at University, coming being the operative word.
As Sharon stirred from her snooze he sat up in bed and opened the draw in the bedside cabinet and took out a small package.
“Here you are birthday girl” he said to her “I have a birthday gift for you”
“I thought I’d just had my present” she said, giggling and blushing to her roots and then hid her red face under the covers.
When she finally emerged she opened the little package to reveal a Gold locket and inside it read “Sweet sixteen”.
She threw herself at him and showered him with kisses
“I love it, I love it” she said and hugged him, after a moment or two she said coyly
“Can I have another present?”
“Do you have time?”
“I think so” She replied
“It’ll have to be a quickie then” Ian said and she nodded her acquiescence.
So he did her a second time, on this occasion in the leather armchair in his uncles study where he took the dusky little darling from behind while she was wearing only a plaster, and her fascinator, bliss.
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.
Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
(Part 02)
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.
When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
(Part 03)
Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon
After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.
(Part 04)
After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was the next day in fact, to his surprise that his fantasy was made manifest.
Not that it was a surprise that he fucked her, that was always going to happen, and the prompt fulfilment of his fantasy was also no surprise, as his pussy radar told him she was game, what was however surprising was the fact that she was a virgin, he hadn’t expected that at all, but he didn’t mind as it added to the spice for him.
Katie’s wasn’t the first cherry he’d popped in his time and he knew for a fact she wouldn’t be the last.
After that first time he spent all summer wetting his balls with Katie until she was very accomplished in bed, or indeed anywhere else he chose to have her.
One afternoon after he’d nailed her in her parent’s bed they were laying in the afterglow when she asked out of the blue
“You know that Sharon is sixteen on Saturday”
“I did know that” he confessed
“And do you also know that she is expecting you to keep your promise about shagging her once she was “legal”” she continued
“Yes I did know that as well” he confirmed
“So are you going to?” she asked
“Very definitely” he said
“I thought you would” she said “And are you going to pop Riette’s cherry when she turns 16 at the end of the month?”
“Probably” he replied “would you mind if I did?”
She thought for a moment and replied
“No, not as long as she doesn’t get any of my share”
Katie knew about Ian’s reputation for shagging anything with a pulse long before she surrendered her virginity to him, and she wasn’t looking to convert him, Ian was a wonderful lover but he would be a crap boyfriend, so she didn’t want him for anything other than sex.
As for her sister if she wanted a taste of what she’d had, once she was old enough, she wouldn’t dissuade her.
But Katie was enjoying what she was getting and she didn’t want her sister or their friend Sharon to curtail her supply of cock.
It wasn’t as if there was any love between her and Ian, they were very fond of each other obviously but first and foremost they were fuck buddies.
She would find love elsewhere, hopefully when she left for University in September, she would meet a man she could love and the man she fell in love with would get her love, her heart and the benefit of Ian Tilley’s summer long sexual tutelage.
Although she might well revisit the well of his dirty delights if the man she lost her heart to couldn’t ring her bell.
In the mean time she was happy being fucked senseless by Ian and it would have been churlish of her to deny her friend Sharon and her own sister Riette the benefit of some experienced choice cock.
(Part 05)
When Ian woke up one Saturday morning he still had vivid lurid images of naked women performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of what he had been dreaming about he was sporting a spectacular early riser, unfortunately the girl in the village who had become the default recipient of his erections all summer long had gone to Abbottsford for the day.
He was still semi hard when he left the Vicarage to take a walk around the village to see what morsels he might find, but after an hour of fruitless searching he went for a walk through Oxley Glade, a dense area of ancient woodland, and followed the path that threaded its way through the woods which was his usual route before he made his way towards home and as he meandered his way along the path, he heard a voice behind him.
“Wait for me Ian” the voice said, “wait for me, wait for me”
Ian turned around but he couldn’t see who it was
“Wait for me” they continued shouting a little louder this time and then crash, a girl came running around an oak tree and hurtled straight into him and they both ended up on the floor, the girl was the young, and perhaps more significantly “legal” Sharon Todd.
“Ouch” she said rubbing her left knee.
“Are you ok?” he asked as he helped her to her feet.
“Just banged my knee a bit,” she said laughing
“I didn’t think I was that close to you”
She was a very pretty girl, five foot one with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, courtesy of her ancestry, her father was from the Philippines and her mother was Spanish and as a result she was a beautiful colour.
“Happy birthday by the way” he said suddenly remembering she was now “16” or put another way she was now “legal”.
“Thank you,” she said grinning
She looked very cute in a yellow lacey fascinator with small white flowers.
Sharon was wearing a very smart yellow outfit, consisting of double breasted jacket, a pleated flared skirt, cream tights, and a white blouse and court shoes.
“Aren’t you a bit overdressed for walking in the woods?” he enquired
“Yes, a bit I suppose” she agreed
“Is there a reason?” he pressed
“Oh yes, it’s my aunties wedding” she replied
“So why are you here?”
“The reception doesn’t start until three so I had a couple of hours to kill” she replied as she began to brush dust off her legs and was making it worse so he fished out a hankie from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Use that” he said “that will help for the moment”
Sharon rubbed at it and winced, but again it wasn’t improving things at all.
“Come on, come to the vicarage and we’ll get you cleaned up”
“Ok” she said brightly, as that was precisely what she had in mind when she chased him through the woods.
(Part 06)
“Bad luck having to share your 16th Birthday with a family wedding” he said as they walked towards the vicarage.
“Oh no it was great, I got loads of presents from the guests” she said “I think I got more gifts from friends and family than the bride did”
“Talking of friends, where’s Riette?” he asked
Riette was her best friend and they were inseparable they had been friends forever.
“She went to Abbottsford with Katie” she said just as they arrived at the vicarage and they went inside.
“I don’t think the dirt is coming off your tights without rinsing them out, so go and slip them off and rinse them” he told her “and I’ll hang them up, they’ll be dry in plenty of time for the reception”
“Do you want a drink?” he shouted as she was in the downstairs bathroom
“A glass of wine please” she shouted back, as she stepped into the hall, she had taken off her tights and was holding the wet bundle in her hand.
“Ok I’ll take those, you go and sit on the sofa” he said
Ian walked into the lounge with a drink in each hand, a damp cloth in his pocket and a towel over his shoulder.
He handed her the drink and said
“Happy birthday”
And then they chinked glasses before he knelt down in front of her and took the damp cloth out of his pocket and washed the dirt off her knee
“So what are you doing for your birthday?” he asked as he worked
“Mum and Dad are taking me and Riette to a swanky restaurant in Tipton” she said very pleased with herself.
“This might sting a bit,” he said as her dabbed at a small cut he had reveled under the dirt on her knee
“Ooh” Sharon winced as she sat perched on the edge of the sofa.
“I’ll put a plaster on or you’ll bleed onto your tights”
He had his right hand under her knee as he applied the plaster and Ian got a quick flash of white knicker against her dark skin as he lifted her leg and he said
“So sweet sixteen….” He began, rubbing the corners of the plaster with his thumbs
“…. And never been kissed” she finished
“That can’t apply to you,” he said and Sharon blushed
“Get away with you” he replied looking at her face and she blushed deeper and looked down into her lap.
“The boys must be mad, they should be queuing up to kiss a gorgeous girl like you” he said “I know I would be”
“Would you?” Sharon said lifting her eyes from her lap
“In a heartbeat” he replied and her dark eyes said “kiss me then”
So he backtracked a little
“But I’m not a 16 year old boy, I’m a man of nearly 25, and you’re still a girl, a very pretty girl, but a girl none the less”
In response she reached forward quickly and kissed him on the mouth, more of a peck really than a kiss and she went horribly red.
Well he wasn’t expecting that for a second, it came right out of left field.
So he moved the hand that was on her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and he stroked it gently and pulled her face towards his.
“Do it like this” he said
(Part 07)
So he moved the hand that was on her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and he stroked it gently and pulled her face towards his.
“Do it like this” he said and put his lips to hers once, twice and then a third time when their mouths gently sealed on each other’s and their tongues engaged.
It only lasted a few moments and when their lips parted he said
“There, now you’re a sweet sixteen who has been kissed”
In response she gave a heavy sigh then leant into him saying
“Again please”
But Ian put his finger up to her lips
“Too many kisses can lead to mischief,” he said
“Again” she pleaded and their lips met again, this time in a longer deeper more sensual union and when he broke away Sharon sighed again.
Ian got up and went and sat on the other half of the sofa, he wanted her now, very much, but she was only 16 and even if it was legal now she was still very young, if Sharon wanted to continue she had to take the lead.
Morally it was a bit of a cop out but once the blood rushed to his dick his morality blurred a tad.
But he wasn’t going to force himself on her, she was still young, and she had to be in the driving seat.
So he sat on his end of the sofa and Sharon got up and walked over to him and sat on his knee, which he took to be his invitation to give her a special birthday gift, after all he was very horny and morals were not his strong suit.
“You know what this means?” he asked
“Yes” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth and it was a hot liquid kiss.
This served to stir his loins and stiffen his resolve as well as his shaft.
While the kiss continued and the passion heightened and as their tongues dueled, Ian began undoing the buttons of her blouse slowly and deliberately, one by one, by one, until the point their lips parted and her face burrowed into his neck and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.
He looked down as he slowly undid another button, then another and then another until it was opened to the waist and he tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and Sharon breathed in to aid him in his task.
The breaths on his neck were getting stronger as he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey and then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Ian’s eager hands made the short journey inside the white lace bra and cupped the prizes he had coveted since he first spied down the front of Sharon’s summer dress, just a few short months earlier.
He couldn’t have them then because she was under age, but he had them now, because it was her birthday, and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara sugar, topped with muscovado coloured teats, stiffening to his touch.
Her breath was panting, interspersed with low moans and while he toyed with her delightful confections Ian planned his next move.
He lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her hard and hot and
put his right hand on her injured knee and moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up to in response to the advance of his hand, so he would soon reach his target, inside her white lace panties.
(Part 08)
He lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her hard and hot and
put his right hand on her injured knee and moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up to in response to the advance of his hand, so he would soon reach his target, inside her white lace panties.
Ian knew they were white, because he caught a glimpse earlier when he was applying the plaster and even if he hadn’t he knew she was a classy girl so they would definitely match her bra.
What better way was there to take away a girls virginity than to firstly remove her from her matching underwear.
The urgency of her kisses told him he was close even if the feel of lace on his fingertips had not.
He ran his fingers slowly up her groin, never more than a millimeter from the lace until it reached her hip bone and then it slipped beneath the pristine panties, across her belly and down amongst her curly pubes, and he could feel her moans in his mouth, so from her little furry snatch he traversed her mound and slid his fingers between her lips, and she stopped kissing him and rested her forehead against his, where with her mouth opened and she emitted a long low growl.
Beneath his fingers her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid silk on his fingertips as he worked her gently and she moaned in response, so he worked on her harder and she growled again.
Her growls intensified with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she drew her knees up to her chest and his frigging of her between her thighs brought her to the abyss and Sharon came hard.
After a moment or two he removed his fingers from her juicy crack and slid his hand along her thigh leaving a greasy trail as it went.
Ian was ready to fuck her at that moment, but he didn’t want to force the pace so he waited for Sharon to initiate the next phase or to indicate the she wanted him to continue.
He didn’t have to wait for long because her eager little mouth was busying itself chewing on his earlobe and wetly tonguing his ear and her hand had unsubtly settled on the bulge in his trousers, which he immediately made twitch.
His twitching action made her jump and then giggle before her mouth was on his and her hand began stroking at the swelling in his lap.
The message was obvious to him that he had the green light to finish the job, but he needed to slow her down and give her time to think before they passed the point of no return, so he broke away from her intense mouth and said
“Stand up Sharon”
Sharon stood up and faced him and as she did so she was licking her lips, but then she became self-conscious beneath his gaze and pulled the front of her jacket together to cover her little breasts, so he put a hand on each lapel and pulled her towards him.
With Sharon standing five foot one in her stocking feet and him over six feet tall, her lips were only an inch or two above his as he sat perched on the sofa so he reached up and kissed her.
Sharon released her hold on her jacket to put her arms about his neck and it fell open again allowing his hands access to her bare silky skin and more importantly those plump little tits.
And while he pawed and fondled at them his lips began their journey down her neck and throat to join them.
(Part 09)
Sharon released her hold on her jacket to put her arms about his neck and it fell open again allowing his hands access to her bare silky skin and more importantly those plump little tits.
And while he pawed and fondled at them his lips began their journey down her neck and throat to join them.
As Ian faced her dark mounds he thought of how long he had waited for that moment to be reacquainted with the delicious brown titties that she tantalized and teased him with on that warm afternoon back in May.
So he kissed her small globes softly, the beautiful caramels, before consuming her chocolate nipple and sucking on it greedily until it was swollen between his lips, and then he transferred his attentions to its partner as his hands travelled seamlessly from her waist to her hips to her thighs and then to her knees where they began to slowly slide up her silky thighs to finally rest on her perfect buttocks, kneading each cheek as he sucked her teat, her skinny legs trembled as his fingers reached into the waistband of her panties and pulled them easily off her tidy little arse and down her slender thighs to her shaking knees.
That was when he left her swollen nipple and looked up at her lovely face and she smiled him a beaming smile, so he sat her next to him and they briefly kissed again, before he laid her back on the sofa where he grabbed the crotch of her panties between her knees, which were sodden with her cunny juice and he thought to himself
“They’re not pristine white any more”, and pulled them down to her feet and off over them, discarding them behind him.
Ian held her left leg behind the wounded knee and kissed the plaster and then he kissed every inch along the soft flesh of her inner thigh to her honey-drenched quim.
His nose was in amongst her hairy black bush and he could smell her scent.
He wouldn’t dally long at the furry cup, he just wanted to drink from her fresh unsullied lips before he took her.
Whether it was just a brief refreshment or not, Sharon enjoyed every flick of his tongue as he licked at her wet cunny and when he came up for air her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.
It was time for the main event so he unbuckled his belt and began pulling down his trousers.
He noticed the top of his trouser leg, above the knee, where she had sat, was saturated with Sharon’s juices, just as her panties were.
He quickly slipped both trousers and pants down his thighs and released his engorged cock.
He looked up at Sharon and could see her eyes were open now and transfixed on his swollen member, so he took hold of his shaft in his right hand and tugged the skin back to expose his purple head.
As the purple crown emerged from its pink cocoon Sharon’s eyes widened in surprise.
He took hold of her right leg, which distracted her momentarily, and they made eye contact
“Are you ok?” he asked and smiled
“Yes” she whispered
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No” she said very definitely shaking her head with a look of mild alarm on her face.
“Ok” he thought “That will do for me”
And out loud he said
“All you need to say is “stop” and I’ll stop”
She nodded
So still holding onto her right leg behind the knee he slid his hand down the outside of her thigh and gripped her buttock firmly and immobilized her leg between his arm and his side, while his right hand pushed her other leg gently sideways opening her up wide for him.
Then Ian gripped his shaft and prodded the wetness of her with his knob and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip.
(Part 10)
Ian gripped his shaft and prodded the wetness of her with his knob and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip.
So gripping his cock he pushed his pink shaft between her dark lips and he briefly felt the resistance of her hymen before her cherry popped and she was deflowered.
Sharon moaned softly as his helmet breached her hairy hole, then she winced as her hymen broke and then Sharon moaned loudly as he penetrated deeply into her, he withdrew and penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a line, then another length and she squirmed.
He could have just fucked her to a conclusion right there on the leather couch, but he thought more of her than that and he thought she deserved her fist time to be a tenderer affair than just a quick shag on the sofa so he withdrew from her tight little cunny and she looked up at him with a look of alarm on her face.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked with great anxiety
“I’m sorry Ian”
Sharon had sat up and implored him
“Tell me what I did? I won’t do it again I promise”
In response Ian put his finger up to her lips.
“Shhh”
“You haven’t done anything wrong honey,” he said reassuringly
“I just want to take you to bed now”
She was clearly relieved and threw herself into is arms.
“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said burying her face in his neck.
I laughed and said
“I would have to be either mad or dead not to want you honey”
There was a brief hug and then he said
“So come on then, upstairs”
Sharon led the way while he stripped off, so he was completely naked as I followed her upstairs wearing only a liberal layer of her secretions along his shaft.
He was right behind her as she entered his bedroom and she came to a stop beside the bed.
Ian put his hands on the shoulders of her jacket and ran them down the sleeves and found her hands, she immediately grasped onto the back of them and squeezed.
Sharon turned her head to look up at him and he kissed down into her open mouth and as he did, her tiny hands moved his great paws up to her plump titties.
They continued to kiss for a few moments whilst he groped at her soft young tits and played with her dark nipples then he let go of her treasures, and grabbed her lapels and pulled her jacket off her shoulders so it fell to the floor.
Next he unhooked the fastener on her waistband, then slowly pulled down the zip and the skirt fell almost effortlessly off her slender hips.
They stopped kissing as first her blouse and then her bra were dropped to the floor.
He pushed her lightly forward so she stepped out of the pile of clothing and he made her kneel on the edge of the bed, then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her briefly on the neck.
“Lie down hon” he said
(Part 11)
“Lie down hon” he said
Which she did without hesitation, and he smiled because she lay flat on her stomach so he couldn’t see her beautiful body.
Ian threw the duvet over her and she wriggled beneath it until first her fascinator, and then the top of her head appeared followed by her eyes, and that was all she wanted him to see for now.
Ian noticed her eyes were once more transfixed on his cock, which now bore a dewy sheen, Sharon’s dewy sheen.
He got into bed and was at once facing her silky young form, and as soon as he kissed her, any doubt that she was not 100% up for it were dispelled as she gripped his cock and stroked it vigorously, so he rolled her onto her back where she instantly spread herself, opening wide in readiness for him, so he climbed aboard to mount her and in a single movement penetrated her tight wet pussy again.
Sharon wrapped her skinny legs around him and her hands played up and down his back as he gave her length after length and with every thrust he gave her she emitted a low rasping moan until she screamed out a high girlish scream as she came.
Sharon would have been happy if that was all there was, having no benchmark, but he had more to give, so he gave it, in rhythmic measured lengths and she squirmed and squealed beneath him until, on her third girlish orgasmic scream, he shot into her and she gripped him tightly with arms and legs as he pulsed his ejaculation into her cunny.
Sharon was letting out a whispered gasp with each pulsing twitch of his cock and so her deflowering was now complete.
As they lay in his bed in the afterglow Sharon sighed herself to sleep and he soon followed.
They only slept for about half an hour, just long enough.
He woke first and he reflected on what a pleasurable interlude it had been and what a willing pupil Sharon had been and he got a stirring at the thought of furthering her sexual education and developing her knowledge in the erotic arts at least for the rest of the summer.
It would be a delight to revisit the deliciously dark flesh of Miss Todd in the coming weeks or months, even when Katie was at University, coming being the operative word.
As Sharon stirred from her snooze he sat up in bed and opened the draw in the bedside cabinet and took out a small package.
“Here you are birthday girl” he said to her “I have a birthday gift for you”
“I thought I’d just had my present” she said, giggling and blushing to her roots and then hid her red face under the covers.
When she finally emerged she opened the little package to reveal a Gold locket and inside it read “Sweet sixteen”.
She threw herself at him and showered him with kisses
“I love it, I love it” she said and hugged him, after a moment or two she said coyly
“Can I have another present?”
“Do you have time?”
“I think so” She replied
“It’ll have to be a quickie then” Ian said and she nodded her acquiescence.
So he did her a second time, on this occasion in the leather armchair in his uncles study where he took the dusky little darling from behind while she was wearing only a plaster, and her fascinator, bliss.
Saturday 22 July 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 1
AFTER THE FUNERAL
At the funeral on the remembrance lawn
Looking at her all in black gave me the horn
This may well be regarded as shocking
But I pictured her wearing only stockings
I offered her my condolences and good wishes
And later after flirting we exchanged kisses
I removed her from her smart black suit
Peeling her like a piece of ripe fruit
Once divested of her widows weeds
My attentions turned to sowing my seeds
Naked but for stockings and suspender belt
I fondled her breasts as before her I knelt
Her nipples stood proud and swollen
No hint of innocence to be stolen
I kissed her from mouth to stocking top
And below her belly I took a pause to stop
Gently I kissed her pale pink haven
Silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven
She opened like a flower before me
And I tasted her sweet nectar eagerly
I explored amidst the petals tenderly
Before i worked at her more rythmically
She moaned in explosive climax loudly
My throbbing organ stood out proudly
She lay before me a tattoo on her hip
And with piercing's in ears, nose and lip
I lay to pierce her flesh with myself too
And on her beat out a passionate tattoo
Then after great mutual consummation
Further pleasures were the expectation
Her eager mouth was so well employed
Rendering oral pleasure well enjoyed
Then came the gift for naughty girls
When she wore my necklace of pearls
With no chance she would lay serenely
She begged for more quite wantonly
Mutual oral satisfaction was one way
And toys and lotions came in to play
Then not tiring of our copulations
She offered herself again for penetration
More times after that I entered her
Until I was only shooting dust and air
Finally she let me sleep but just till dawn
When I awoke to her mouth about my horn
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
I stood in the bathroom doorway
And watched her stir
The afternoon sunlight
Painted patterns on her naked contours
As it shone through the billowing curtains
Her hair, still damp from our passionate exertions
Clung to her face and neck
And beads of sweat sparkled on her skin
She lay on her side
Knees drawn up to her belly
Showing off the wonderful sweep
From narrow waist to curvaceous hip
And the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks
Then she rolled on to her back as she stirred again
And the magnificence of her was there before me
With patterns of light and dark dancing over her form
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her
Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face
Then moved onto her knees and stretched
Leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her
Supporting herself on clenched fists
And throwing her head right back
Until her black hair tumbled down her back
My eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her
From the cascading black hair
Down the cords and sinews of her neck
To the fine structure of her shoulders
Dwelling on her firm breasts and proud nipples
Before continuing to the soft down on her flat belly
And her round hips and buttocks
Before reaching the thick black triangle
And her long taught thighs either side
I left the doorway and picked my way
Through the discarded clothing on the floor
To reach the bed where she now sat
Sitting on her haunches she looked at me
A radiant smile illuminating her face
With eyes that said “again”
ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS?
It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom
And I knew I wanted her
As our eyes met across the room
Are you wearing stockings?
Is the answer no or yes
Your buttocks say oh
And your hips say guess
I liked what I saw before me
It was lust at first sight
We didn’t speak as she took my hand
And led me out into the night
We painted the town red
Then after a night of carousel
She took me to her apartment
To quell her burning arousal
It was a mutual wanting
A primeval burning passion
A need for physicality
A time to enjoy each sensation
There was a moment’s hesitation
As we stood face to face
Then primitive and animal
We touched in coarse embrace
I fingered her through the silk
Until she moaned her sighs
Then I pulled her pants down
Her long stocking-ed thighs
My hand returned to her lips
And I probed her creamy-ness
Rhythmically stroking her
Until I brought her to the abyss
Kneeling before her writhing form
My mouth set off on a quest
To kiss my way along her leg
To taste the her tangy-ness
I reach her stocking top
And the softness of her thighs
My cheek against her skin
As I sought out the dewy prize
I tasted her until she shuddered
And let out a stifled shout
Then she unzipped me quickly
And tugged me roughly out
She kissed me with urgency
And could taste herself on my lips
While her hand tugged on me
I pulled her skirt above her hips
But then she was on her knees
And her mouth was all about me
As she sucked on my shaft
Sucking me to the point of ecstasy
I was beginning to lose control
Would she drink her fill of me?
Would she wear my necklace?
Or would her loins envelope me
The answer quickly came
As she pulled me to the floor
Where she rode me like a dervish
Until I could give her no more
And then we lay entwined
On the floor of her apartment
Enjoying the afterglow
With our passions well spent
BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH
I remember my very first girlfriend
Bernadette O’Flahety was her name
She was ever so slightly unattractive
But she was my girlfriend all the same
She was considered quite the looker
Where she was born in Blackheath
Despite the very large warty nose
With the ginger moustache beneath
She did have a face like a smashed crab
Or perhaps like a bag full of spanners
She had tufts of red hair under her arms
Like a pair of nesting ginger hamsters
They say that beauty is only skin deep
So she must have had hers on inside out
She’d a funny eye so that one looked
At you and the other seeked you out
She was best viewed in a dimmed light
Preferably from distance to be unkind
It was best not to see her naked form
But tackle her in the dark from behind
She had hairy legs and even hairy nipples
Her shape wasn’t curves so much as sags
She carried at least three spare tyres
And had breasts like roof tiler's nail bags
Bernadette's complexion resembled
Two week old cold lumpy porridge
She had Denis Healy bushy eyebrows
Accentuating the prominent ridge
She was older than me by a little bit
And she had been around the block
And it would be more than fair to say
She had too many miles on the clock
Bernadette was a bit of an old banger
You could say in more way than one
But on a those long cold dark nights
She was also a real bundle of fun
My brother said unkindly, the poor girl
Must have fallen from the ugly tree
And making matters worse she had hit
On the way down a branch or three
The excessive cellulite on her thighs
Made them look and feel like tripe
She had a number of boils and sores
And her skin was of the greasy type
And yes its true that she did have a face
Like a well smacked arse bless her
Or a bulldog chewing a wasp but then
I was no oil painting or Adonis either
And perhaps she was not what a mother
Would want to chose for her son
But Bernadette was quite acceptable
For a shy young man to practice on
COCKNEY COURTING
A Very Nice Boat Race
Barnet Fair Blonde
And Army And Navy
Great Long Ham And Eggs
Right Up To Her Blade Of Grass
Firm Flat New Delhi
And Big Threepenny Bits
The Knowing Look In Her Mince Pies
Stirs My Hampton Wick
We Head Up The Apples And Pears
To The My Uncle Ned
I Remove Her Early Doors
To Cop A Butchers Hook
At Her Jack And Danny
Then Get Her On Her Biscuits And Cheese
Taking Her From The Hammer And Tack
For A Quick Donald Duck
DREAM LAKE
The dark lake at midnight reflected back
Her own image, she knew this to be her
Bu why was she at the lake at midnight
Why did she not know how she got there?
And why was she naked on the lake shore
A cool breeze blew off the quiet water
It played gently with her auburn curls
Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her
She felt her nipples erect then shivered
But not from the cold, she felt a passion
Welling up within her, a heat she had
Not felt before and may never feel again
Was everything as it appeared to seem
Or was it in fact just a vivid dream
GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES
Its said 'that men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses'
But what if the girl is wrapped within
Such soft velvet like skin
Or she is full of vitality and vigor
Or has an hourglass figure
With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips
Or moist pouting lips
Perhaps she has milky white thighs
Or maybe come to bed eyes
What if her blouse struggles to repress
Her large heaving chest?
Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins
Or has long slender pins
Would men ask out girls who wore glasses
If they had really nice arses?
GRECIAN YEARNS
It was on a beach on a Grecian island
We met on a warm and balmy night
First we walked together hand in hand
Then soon indulged in carnal delight
I was quickly inside her clothes
She tore at my shorts with eager hands
I pull her knickers off over her feet
Then we were both naked in the sands
I squeezed and sucked at her breasts
As I rummage through her thicket
She chewed and tongued at my ear
As her fingers played along my wicket
I peeked between her private curtains
Drawing them then began to sup
Her body writhed and moaned
As I drank deeply from her velvet cup
She positioned her head beside my root
As I brought her to a rhythmic climax
She played on my organ like a flute
And I took my turn at oral ecstasy
Having concluded our oral conversation
Panting and sweating in the darkness
We began in earnest our fornication
We writhed and moaned and grunted
While I gave her a good rut and tup
And we drank and smoked in the afterglow
Before I thrust again into her furry cup
HEAT
We came together
In a frenzied embrace
Mouths locked, Nostrils flared
Snorting like fighting bulls
Kissing, stroking, groping
Fumbling with buttons and belts
Hooks and eyes
Until we lay in a heap
Disordered in our semi nakedness
I caressed her breasts
Teasing her nipples
First with fingers
Before attending to them orally
I moved my hand across her soft belly
And pulled up her skirt
My mouth alternated between
Her swollen nipples and her eager mouth
My slipped under her skirt
And I reached up
Until I felt the silk of her underwear
I pulled them down to her ankles urgently
Then I moved my hand steadily
Up her long stockined leg
From ankle to calf to her inner thigh
The soft naked flesh above her stocking
Before combing my fingers through
Her luxuriant growth
She turned her attentions once again
To my ear frantically exploring it with her tongue
I cupped her pubic bone in my hand
And rocked it gently
Then I slipped my fingers between her lips
Into the creamy wetness
She moaned gently in my ear
And slid her finger around my swollen shaft
Tugging roughly at me
As I worked her wet flesh
Until her rhythmic moaning Reach crescendo
And she came
Her thighs closed on me
Then she rolled onto her back
For me to mount her
She wanted me so badly
And my balls ached for the want of her
I lay on her and we kissed
And I probed at her wetness
Teasing her lips with my tip
Then in her urgency
with her slender legs wrapped around me
She pulled me in until she enveloped me
Then she gripped me
Vice like with her slim yet powerfull thighs
Preventing my withdrawal
Her mouth was again on my ear
Licking and chewing
Her razor like nails dug into my skin
I arched my back
And entered her deeper
Then her grip on my hips lessoned
I withdrew and thrust into her again
She writhed beneath me moaning
As she tongued my ear
I thrust again
She bit my lobe
Her nails were now in my buttocks
I thrust again and again
Then again faster and faster
We moan loudly in unison
Until I exploded inside her
And she clung to me like a limpet
There we lay in the afterglow of passion
Locked in fond embrace
For a timeless period
Until our passions were again aroused
At the funeral on the remembrance lawn
Looking at her all in black gave me the horn
This may well be regarded as shocking
But I pictured her wearing only stockings
I offered her my condolences and good wishes
And later after flirting we exchanged kisses
I removed her from her smart black suit
Peeling her like a piece of ripe fruit
Once divested of her widows weeds
My attentions turned to sowing my seeds
Naked but for stockings and suspender belt
I fondled her breasts as before her I knelt
Her nipples stood proud and swollen
No hint of innocence to be stolen
I kissed her from mouth to stocking top
And below her belly I took a pause to stop
Gently I kissed her pale pink haven
Silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven
She opened like a flower before me
And I tasted her sweet nectar eagerly
I explored amidst the petals tenderly
Before i worked at her more rythmically
She moaned in explosive climax loudly
My throbbing organ stood out proudly
She lay before me a tattoo on her hip
And with piercing's in ears, nose and lip
I lay to pierce her flesh with myself too
And on her beat out a passionate tattoo
Then after great mutual consummation
Further pleasures were the expectation
Her eager mouth was so well employed
Rendering oral pleasure well enjoyed
Then came the gift for naughty girls
When she wore my necklace of pearls
With no chance she would lay serenely
She begged for more quite wantonly
Mutual oral satisfaction was one way
And toys and lotions came in to play
Then not tiring of our copulations
She offered herself again for penetration
More times after that I entered her
Until I was only shooting dust and air
Finally she let me sleep but just till dawn
When I awoke to her mouth about my horn
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
I stood in the bathroom doorway
And watched her stir
The afternoon sunlight
Painted patterns on her naked contours
As it shone through the billowing curtains
Her hair, still damp from our passionate exertions
Clung to her face and neck
And beads of sweat sparkled on her skin
She lay on her side
Knees drawn up to her belly
Showing off the wonderful sweep
From narrow waist to curvaceous hip
And the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks
Then she rolled on to her back as she stirred again
And the magnificence of her was there before me
With patterns of light and dark dancing over her form
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her
Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face
Then moved onto her knees and stretched
Leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her
Supporting herself on clenched fists
And throwing her head right back
Until her black hair tumbled down her back
My eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her
From the cascading black hair
Down the cords and sinews of her neck
To the fine structure of her shoulders
Dwelling on her firm breasts and proud nipples
Before continuing to the soft down on her flat belly
And her round hips and buttocks
Before reaching the thick black triangle
And her long taught thighs either side
I left the doorway and picked my way
Through the discarded clothing on the floor
To reach the bed where she now sat
Sitting on her haunches she looked at me
A radiant smile illuminating her face
With eyes that said “again”
ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS?
It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom
And I knew I wanted her
As our eyes met across the room
Are you wearing stockings?
Is the answer no or yes
Your buttocks say oh
And your hips say guess
I liked what I saw before me
It was lust at first sight
We didn’t speak as she took my hand
And led me out into the night
We painted the town red
Then after a night of carousel
She took me to her apartment
To quell her burning arousal
It was a mutual wanting
A primeval burning passion
A need for physicality
A time to enjoy each sensation
There was a moment’s hesitation
As we stood face to face
Then primitive and animal
We touched in coarse embrace
I fingered her through the silk
Until she moaned her sighs
Then I pulled her pants down
Her long stocking-ed thighs
My hand returned to her lips
And I probed her creamy-ness
Rhythmically stroking her
Until I brought her to the abyss
Kneeling before her writhing form
My mouth set off on a quest
To kiss my way along her leg
To taste the her tangy-ness
I reach her stocking top
And the softness of her thighs
My cheek against her skin
As I sought out the dewy prize
I tasted her until she shuddered
And let out a stifled shout
Then she unzipped me quickly
And tugged me roughly out
She kissed me with urgency
And could taste herself on my lips
While her hand tugged on me
I pulled her skirt above her hips
But then she was on her knees
And her mouth was all about me
As she sucked on my shaft
Sucking me to the point of ecstasy
I was beginning to lose control
Would she drink her fill of me?
Would she wear my necklace?
Or would her loins envelope me
The answer quickly came
As she pulled me to the floor
Where she rode me like a dervish
Until I could give her no more
And then we lay entwined
On the floor of her apartment
Enjoying the afterglow
With our passions well spent
BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH
I remember my very first girlfriend
Bernadette O’Flahety was her name
She was ever so slightly unattractive
But she was my girlfriend all the same
She was considered quite the looker
Where she was born in Blackheath
Despite the very large warty nose
With the ginger moustache beneath
She did have a face like a smashed crab
Or perhaps like a bag full of spanners
She had tufts of red hair under her arms
Like a pair of nesting ginger hamsters
They say that beauty is only skin deep
So she must have had hers on inside out
She’d a funny eye so that one looked
At you and the other seeked you out
She was best viewed in a dimmed light
Preferably from distance to be unkind
It was best not to see her naked form
But tackle her in the dark from behind
She had hairy legs and even hairy nipples
Her shape wasn’t curves so much as sags
She carried at least three spare tyres
And had breasts like roof tiler's nail bags
Bernadette's complexion resembled
Two week old cold lumpy porridge
She had Denis Healy bushy eyebrows
Accentuating the prominent ridge
She was older than me by a little bit
And she had been around the block
And it would be more than fair to say
She had too many miles on the clock
Bernadette was a bit of an old banger
You could say in more way than one
But on a those long cold dark nights
She was also a real bundle of fun
My brother said unkindly, the poor girl
Must have fallen from the ugly tree
And making matters worse she had hit
On the way down a branch or three
The excessive cellulite on her thighs
Made them look and feel like tripe
She had a number of boils and sores
And her skin was of the greasy type
And yes its true that she did have a face
Like a well smacked arse bless her
Or a bulldog chewing a wasp but then
I was no oil painting or Adonis either
And perhaps she was not what a mother
Would want to chose for her son
But Bernadette was quite acceptable
For a shy young man to practice on
COCKNEY COURTING
A Very Nice Boat Race
Barnet Fair Blonde
And Army And Navy
Great Long Ham And Eggs
Right Up To Her Blade Of Grass
Firm Flat New Delhi
And Big Threepenny Bits
The Knowing Look In Her Mince Pies
Stirs My Hampton Wick
We Head Up The Apples And Pears
To The My Uncle Ned
I Remove Her Early Doors
To Cop A Butchers Hook
At Her Jack And Danny
Then Get Her On Her Biscuits And Cheese
Taking Her From The Hammer And Tack
For A Quick Donald Duck
DREAM LAKE
The dark lake at midnight reflected back
Her own image, she knew this to be her
Bu why was she at the lake at midnight
Why did she not know how she got there?
And why was she naked on the lake shore
A cool breeze blew off the quiet water
It played gently with her auburn curls
Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her
She felt her nipples erect then shivered
But not from the cold, she felt a passion
Welling up within her, a heat she had
Not felt before and may never feel again
Was everything as it appeared to seem
Or was it in fact just a vivid dream
GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES
Its said 'that men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses'
But what if the girl is wrapped within
Such soft velvet like skin
Or she is full of vitality and vigor
Or has an hourglass figure
With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips
Or moist pouting lips
Perhaps she has milky white thighs
Or maybe come to bed eyes
What if her blouse struggles to repress
Her large heaving chest?
Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins
Or has long slender pins
Would men ask out girls who wore glasses
If they had really nice arses?
GRECIAN YEARNS
It was on a beach on a Grecian island
We met on a warm and balmy night
First we walked together hand in hand
Then soon indulged in carnal delight
I was quickly inside her clothes
She tore at my shorts with eager hands
I pull her knickers off over her feet
Then we were both naked in the sands
I squeezed and sucked at her breasts
As I rummage through her thicket
She chewed and tongued at my ear
As her fingers played along my wicket
I peeked between her private curtains
Drawing them then began to sup
Her body writhed and moaned
As I drank deeply from her velvet cup
She positioned her head beside my root
As I brought her to a rhythmic climax
She played on my organ like a flute
And I took my turn at oral ecstasy
Having concluded our oral conversation
Panting and sweating in the darkness
We began in earnest our fornication
We writhed and moaned and grunted
While I gave her a good rut and tup
And we drank and smoked in the afterglow
Before I thrust again into her furry cup
HEAT
We came together
In a frenzied embrace
Mouths locked, Nostrils flared
Snorting like fighting bulls
Kissing, stroking, groping
Fumbling with buttons and belts
Hooks and eyes
Until we lay in a heap
Disordered in our semi nakedness
I caressed her breasts
Teasing her nipples
First with fingers
Before attending to them orally
I moved my hand across her soft belly
And pulled up her skirt
My mouth alternated between
Her swollen nipples and her eager mouth
My slipped under her skirt
And I reached up
Until I felt the silk of her underwear
I pulled them down to her ankles urgently
Then I moved my hand steadily
Up her long stockined leg
From ankle to calf to her inner thigh
The soft naked flesh above her stocking
Before combing my fingers through
Her luxuriant growth
She turned her attentions once again
To my ear frantically exploring it with her tongue
I cupped her pubic bone in my hand
And rocked it gently
Then I slipped my fingers between her lips
Into the creamy wetness
She moaned gently in my ear
And slid her finger around my swollen shaft
Tugging roughly at me
As I worked her wet flesh
Until her rhythmic moaning Reach crescendo
And she came
Her thighs closed on me
Then she rolled onto her back
For me to mount her
She wanted me so badly
And my balls ached for the want of her
I lay on her and we kissed
And I probed at her wetness
Teasing her lips with my tip
Then in her urgency
with her slender legs wrapped around me
She pulled me in until she enveloped me
Then she gripped me
Vice like with her slim yet powerfull thighs
Preventing my withdrawal
Her mouth was again on my ear
Licking and chewing
Her razor like nails dug into my skin
I arched my back
And entered her deeper
Then her grip on my hips lessoned
I withdrew and thrust into her again
She writhed beneath me moaning
As she tongued my ear
I thrust again
She bit my lobe
Her nails were now in my buttocks
I thrust again and again
Then again faster and faster
We moan loudly in unison
Until I exploded inside her
And she clung to me like a limpet
There we lay in the afterglow of passion
Locked in fond embrace
For a timeless period
Until our passions were again aroused
Choice Tales from the Vale – (274) Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
On Saturday night, or more precisely Sunday Morning after they had been to the Dinner Dance at the Forest Ridge Golf Club and Paula Bonham and Gary Parkinson they had to deliver their friends Evelyn and Bella to their homes on a golf buggy and the reason for that unorthodox taxi service was that they were both totally pissed.
Once they had deposited the two lushes with their loved ones the good Samaritans drove back across the golf course on route back to the dance but stopped half way in order that Paula spend a penny.
But she emerged semi clothed from the bushes so Gary fucked her on the front seat of the buggy.
After a brief respite they continued their journey but stopped again before reaching their destination and he fucked her again before he finally delivered her home.
On Sunday afternoon Paula called around to Gary’s cottage to collect her underwear from the night before, and although she said
“I will collect them from you tomorrow, no peeking”
He did peek at the items in Paula’s bag, one was a body shaper and the others were sticky breast lifts.
And although they were mundane items, the circumstances the led up to them coming into his temporary possession gave him an erection.
So when Paula knocked on the door to his cottage he was in the mood to explore the nature of her Sunday best underwear.
Although Paula was reluctant to let him, however that resistance didn’t last long and after he discovered she was wearing pink satin knickers under her Sunday best and she accommodated him on the dining room table where she received his Sunday best.
Late on Sunday afternoon Paula was just leaving through the front door of Gary’s cottage, carrying the carrier bag of unmentionables which now included a pair of soiled pink satin panties, as Gary’s girlfriend Gail was coming up the path.
A couple of minutes earlier and she’d have caught him cock deep in Paula’s juicy fanny.
“Hello Gail” she said hoarsely as a dribble of Gary’s cum escaped from her minge
“Oh dear Paula, your voice sounds awful” Gail said
“I know it must have been the night air,” she said
“Screaming orgasms in the night air more like” Gary thought.
“Bye you two,” she hoarsely called trotting down the path “and thanks for last night Gary”
“What was that all about?” Gail said
“Oh helping her to get Evelyn and Bella home last night after the dinner dance,” he said smiling.
“Come on in and I’ll tell you all about it”
“And later you can have some of what Paula’s been getting” he thought.
Once they had deposited the two lushes with their loved ones the good Samaritans drove back across the golf course on route back to the dance but stopped half way in order that Paula spend a penny.
But she emerged semi clothed from the bushes so Gary fucked her on the front seat of the buggy.
After a brief respite they continued their journey but stopped again before reaching their destination and he fucked her again before he finally delivered her home.
On Sunday afternoon Paula called around to Gary’s cottage to collect her underwear from the night before, and although she said
“I will collect them from you tomorrow, no peeking”
He did peek at the items in Paula’s bag, one was a body shaper and the others were sticky breast lifts.
And although they were mundane items, the circumstances the led up to them coming into his temporary possession gave him an erection.
So when Paula knocked on the door to his cottage he was in the mood to explore the nature of her Sunday best underwear.
Although Paula was reluctant to let him, however that resistance didn’t last long and after he discovered she was wearing pink satin knickers under her Sunday best and she accommodated him on the dining room table where she received his Sunday best.
Late on Sunday afternoon Paula was just leaving through the front door of Gary’s cottage, carrying the carrier bag of unmentionables which now included a pair of soiled pink satin panties, as Gary’s girlfriend Gail was coming up the path.
A couple of minutes earlier and she’d have caught him cock deep in Paula’s juicy fanny.
“Hello Gail” she said hoarsely as a dribble of Gary’s cum escaped from her minge
“Oh dear Paula, your voice sounds awful” Gail said
“I know it must have been the night air,” she said
“Screaming orgasms in the night air more like” Gary thought.
“Bye you two,” she hoarsely called trotting down the path “and thanks for last night Gary”
“What was that all about?” Gail said
“Oh helping her to get Evelyn and Bella home last night after the dinner dance,” he said smiling.
“Come on in and I’ll tell you all about it”
“And later you can have some of what Paula’s been getting” he thought.
Friday 21 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (273) Not Keeping it Dry
(Part 01)
Frank Edwards lived in the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
He had a flat in Jubilee Court which was perfectly situated and gave him a view of Jubilee Park as well as a sea view and was close to the seafront, so he was well situated and furthermore he was in love, and he was in love with his childhood sweetheart Linda.
They had been a couple from year 8 right up the end of year 13 when he announced that he was joining the army.
There had been no consultation he just announced he was doing it and she was heartbroken.
She then announced that if he left then they were over so he said ok and she didn’t see him for 9 years.
But when they saw each other again when he left the service it was apparent that their feeling for each other hadn’t changed.
They went out together for two years and Frank loved her very much, but there was a fly in the ointment, namely his habit of thinking with his dick, and he just couldn’t get enough pussy.
But despite his predilection for pussy he still loved Linda and he knew she loved him so Frank proposed.
However when Frank popped the question in his flat one evening, instead of the love of his life being elated by the event and throwing her arms around him in gratitude, Linda read him the riot act.
“Do you remember when we got back together two years ago when I said I didn’t mind you shagging other women?”
“Yes” he said cautiously “but…”
“And I know you still are so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly and Frank went to speak but she stopped him
“I don’t know who, though I have my suspicions”, she said flatly
“And I don’t think I want to know but I know you’re sleeping with other women” she paused
“And as I said last time I don’t mind”
She paused again
“For now, but there will come a time in the not too distant future when I will” she explained
“I love you and I’m certain sure of that, and I know that you say you love me but I’m not so sure of that”
“But I do love you” he said taking her hand
“But you don’t love me as completely as I love you” taking her hand away “you are enough for me, but clearly I’m not enough for you”
Frank tried to speak again but again she stopped him so he got up and paced the room
“So you have until February to sow your wild oats or to curb your appetites or whatever it is you do” she said
“But by my 30th birthday I need to feel your complete commitment“
Frank went to speak
“And no that’s not a euphemism” she said without humour “you need to want me, and me alone and then, and only then, will I marry you, and that’s all I have to say” she said,
Frank was cleared to speak then but he didn’t know what to say, he wanted to say don’t be silly you’re the only one for me but he knew he was a dog.
Frank knew that he was getting plenty, and he was liking that, but if he wanted to keep the girl he loved it was obvious he would have to change.
(Part 02)
After Linda delivered her ultimatum Frank was cleared to speak but he didn’t know what to say, he wanted to say don’t be silly you’re the only one for me but he knew he was a dog.
Frank knew that he was getting plenty, and he was liking that, but if he wanted to keep the girl he loved it was obvious he would have to change.
“Is that why you don’t use the door key?” he asked
Linda was on her knees putting a disk in the DVD and he perched on the arm of the sofa just watching her almost in a daze.
“Yes” she replied without turning round
“Because…” she began but couldn’t finish
“You don’t want to catch me with another woman” he said to finished her sentence
“Yes” She replied and carried on what she was doing slowly and deliberately.
Frank was a little shocked at Linda’s speech, firstly because, and he knew it would sound silly, but it never occurred to him for a moment that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it, and secondly although he knew he loved Linda more than he had ever loved anyone he didn’t realise quite how much that was until that moment when he realised he could lose her.
The prospect of losing her stunned him and he knew he had to make changes in his life.
It occurred to him then that a girl’s drunken invitation at a party or in the pub were tests that he had to pass with flying colours and that, he thought, was how he must approach each temptation, a test which must be passed.
So he made a pledge to Linda and to himself that he would indeed give up other women, but not by February, no he would do it from that moment on.
However two days later he was under the pier up against the sea wall, ball deep into her best friend Mandy’s juicy pussy.
He had mixed emotions after his epic fail with Amanda, on the one hand he was elated after an astonishing carnal interlude with the adorable Mandy in an al fresco shag, while on the other, being heartily depressed about only managing to keep his wick dry for two days.
After some deliberation in the days following his fall from grace he came to the conclusion that going cold turkey was probably not the most sensible course of action and he was probably more likely to succeed if he just cut down a bit.
He was still resolved to his long-term goal of monogamy with Linda but there was a long road to travel and the occasional diversion up a cul-de-sac was inevitable.
In between his deliberations regarding his suitability as a life partner for Linda; he kept himself out of trouble by staying at home and catching up on some box sets.
But his mind kept wandering to the night under the Pier with Mandy which was so incredibly sensuous, and his memories so vivid and so arousing that he wanted to do it again, right away, but that wasn’t likely to happen so he was preparing to take himself off to the shower to employ a spot self-abuse when the doorbell rang and when he opened the door he found Mandy on the other side of it.
“Hello” he said I was just thinking of you
“So I can see” she said looking at the bulge in his jeans
“You’d better come in then and make me more comfortable” he said and thought “God I’m really shit at being faithful”
Frank Edwards lived in the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
He had a flat in Jubilee Court which was perfectly situated and gave him a view of Jubilee Park as well as a sea view and was close to the seafront, so he was well situated and furthermore he was in love, and he was in love with his childhood sweetheart Linda.
They had been a couple from year 8 right up the end of year 13 when he announced that he was joining the army.
There had been no consultation he just announced he was doing it and she was heartbroken.
She then announced that if he left then they were over so he said ok and she didn’t see him for 9 years.
But when they saw each other again when he left the service it was apparent that their feeling for each other hadn’t changed.
They went out together for two years and Frank loved her very much, but there was a fly in the ointment, namely his habit of thinking with his dick, and he just couldn’t get enough pussy.
But despite his predilection for pussy he still loved Linda and he knew she loved him so Frank proposed.
However when Frank popped the question in his flat one evening, instead of the love of his life being elated by the event and throwing her arms around him in gratitude, Linda read him the riot act.
“Do you remember when we got back together two years ago when I said I didn’t mind you shagging other women?”
“Yes” he said cautiously “but…”
“And I know you still are so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly and Frank went to speak but she stopped him
“I don’t know who, though I have my suspicions”, she said flatly
“And I don’t think I want to know but I know you’re sleeping with other women” she paused
“And as I said last time I don’t mind”
She paused again
“For now, but there will come a time in the not too distant future when I will” she explained
“I love you and I’m certain sure of that, and I know that you say you love me but I’m not so sure of that”
“But I do love you” he said taking her hand
“But you don’t love me as completely as I love you” taking her hand away “you are enough for me, but clearly I’m not enough for you”
Frank tried to speak again but again she stopped him so he got up and paced the room
“So you have until February to sow your wild oats or to curb your appetites or whatever it is you do” she said
“But by my 30th birthday I need to feel your complete commitment“
Frank went to speak
“And no that’s not a euphemism” she said without humour “you need to want me, and me alone and then, and only then, will I marry you, and that’s all I have to say” she said,
Frank was cleared to speak then but he didn’t know what to say, he wanted to say don’t be silly you’re the only one for me but he knew he was a dog.
Frank knew that he was getting plenty, and he was liking that, but if he wanted to keep the girl he loved it was obvious he would have to change.
(Part 02)
After Linda delivered her ultimatum Frank was cleared to speak but he didn’t know what to say, he wanted to say don’t be silly you’re the only one for me but he knew he was a dog.
Frank knew that he was getting plenty, and he was liking that, but if he wanted to keep the girl he loved it was obvious he would have to change.
“Is that why you don’t use the door key?” he asked
Linda was on her knees putting a disk in the DVD and he perched on the arm of the sofa just watching her almost in a daze.
“Yes” she replied without turning round
“Because…” she began but couldn’t finish
“You don’t want to catch me with another woman” he said to finished her sentence
“Yes” She replied and carried on what she was doing slowly and deliberately.
Frank was a little shocked at Linda’s speech, firstly because, and he knew it would sound silly, but it never occurred to him for a moment that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it, and secondly although he knew he loved Linda more than he had ever loved anyone he didn’t realise quite how much that was until that moment when he realised he could lose her.
The prospect of losing her stunned him and he knew he had to make changes in his life.
It occurred to him then that a girl’s drunken invitation at a party or in the pub were tests that he had to pass with flying colours and that, he thought, was how he must approach each temptation, a test which must be passed.
So he made a pledge to Linda and to himself that he would indeed give up other women, but not by February, no he would do it from that moment on.
However two days later he was under the pier up against the sea wall, ball deep into her best friend Mandy’s juicy pussy.
He had mixed emotions after his epic fail with Amanda, on the one hand he was elated after an astonishing carnal interlude with the adorable Mandy in an al fresco shag, while on the other, being heartily depressed about only managing to keep his wick dry for two days.
After some deliberation in the days following his fall from grace he came to the conclusion that going cold turkey was probably not the most sensible course of action and he was probably more likely to succeed if he just cut down a bit.
He was still resolved to his long-term goal of monogamy with Linda but there was a long road to travel and the occasional diversion up a cul-de-sac was inevitable.
In between his deliberations regarding his suitability as a life partner for Linda; he kept himself out of trouble by staying at home and catching up on some box sets.
But his mind kept wandering to the night under the Pier with Mandy which was so incredibly sensuous, and his memories so vivid and so arousing that he wanted to do it again, right away, but that wasn’t likely to happen so he was preparing to take himself off to the shower to employ a spot self-abuse when the doorbell rang and when he opened the door he found Mandy on the other side of it.
“Hello” he said I was just thinking of you
“So I can see” she said looking at the bulge in his jeans
“You’d better come in then and make me more comfortable” he said and thought “God I’m really shit at being faithful”
Thursday 20 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (272) Sweet Young Things – Katie’s Tale
(Part 01)
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.
Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
(Part 02)
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.
When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
(Part 03)
Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon
After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.
(Part 04)
After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was on the following afternoon a few minutes after Uncle Silas had left the Vicarage to go over to the Church for the evening service.
And Ian was just contemplating where he should go to find a recipient for the nagging semi he had been nursing all day, when the doorbell rang.
When he opened the door he saw Katie Thomas standing on the step wearing a summer dress, not the same dress as the day before, but she was braless beneath it again and the nagging semi in his pants firmed up and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
She was five foot five, with red hair, a pale complexion and a lovely face which was cutely freckled.
“I’ve come for that drink” she said and smiled
“I was hoping you would” he said and stepped aside to let her enter the hall.
“Do you have any pretty girls hidden away” She asked and looked around
“No I’m all alone there were no pretty girls here until you arrived”
He said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
The first time she said it, the day before, he thought her coy denial about being pretty was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments but now she had said it again he was convinced that she actually believed that.
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her
She turned her head away coyly and he put his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him.
“You’re beautiful Katie”
He was so close to her that her intoxicating perfume enveloped him as he moved his hand from her chin and caressed her cheek, while he stared into her beautifully hypnotic green eyes, and then he leant in and kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth and her arms immediately wrapped around him holding him so tightly.
Ian’s left hand was on her hip pulling her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock while his right had let her cheek and was now on her neck moving quickly to her shoulder, while the passionate kiss continued.
From her hip, his left hand moved up her back and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, and the hand on her shoulder pushed the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow, at which point Katie obliged by slipping her arm out, and as the fabric fell away, his eager hand was able to cup her exposed breast, which was firm and substantial, and she sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Ian then disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach herself, but he broke away again as he had another location in mind for the fun to continue in and while she held the front of her dress up to cover her breasts he walked her into the dining room.
(Part 05)
As they stood kissing in the hall Ian disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach herself but he broke away again as he had another location in mind for the fun to continue in and while she held the front of her dress up to cover her breasts he walked her into the dining room.
He steered her into the room until she was standing with her back to the mahogany table and then he kissed her again.
The moment their lips met his hand sought out her breast again and the kiss lasted another five minutes before he broke away again because he had other plans for his mouth.
Still fondling her breast he started to kiss and nibble down her neck while his other hand slipped her remaining shoulder strap off her shoulder to expose her other firm globe and once it was exposed he quickly took hold of with his spare hand.
Ian briefly returned his mouth to hers as he fondled both titties and played with her swollen peaks with his thumbs before his mouth went on a journey down her neck, shoulders and chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful firm round tits which he took turns on, kissing, licking and sucking.
Katie was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teats.
His hands, which were now on her knees, began to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward, as if to distract her from his intension, he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince.
Katie withdrew her teat and Ian thought he had hurt her too much, but instead of calling a halt she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment so he duly obliged.
His hands meanwhile were nearing their objective and he felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips and he thought to himself “She is wearing knickers then”
His hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her pants and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs, releasing them at her knees where gravity took over, and his hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.
Simultaneously he started edging her backward against the table.
In response Katie adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing one foot from her pants.
He was now pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs and he glanced down briefly to see her knickers loosely hanging around her ankle, which he found for some reason extremely erotic.
As he kissed up the length of her thigh he could smell her pungent odour, which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample red public curls.
Ian manoeuvred her back further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her he looked up and saw Katie was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her heady mix of perfume and sweat mingled with her juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more.
(Part 06)
Ian manoeuvred her back further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her he looked up and saw Katie was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her heady mix of perfume and sweat mingled with her juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more.
He got to his feet and kissed her and her pungent fragrance was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips and he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while he released his engorged cock from its confines with the other and then he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break so he paused
“Well that’s a surprise” he said, still inside her “I didn’t know you were a virgin”
He’d always assumed she was sexually active, she was after all a very attractive confident young woman with no shortage of admirers as far as he was aware and she’d been at college for two years and was off to University that September.
“I’m sorry” was her reply
“What for?” he said, his throbbing cock eager to continue its mission.
“For being a disappointment” she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits
“For not being experienced, for not being any good”
“I didn’t say I was disappointed, or that I thought you weren’t any good” he replied “and I’m glad I’m the first, And I want to be your second and your third”
Then he pulled her dress back down again exposing her gorgeous tits and kissed her
“We will have to discuss your serious self-esteem issues in the afterglow” he said as he gave her a full length, then another then another.
When Katie came the first time he thought the table was going to collapse as it scraped on the floor, so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his knob onto the laminate flooring.
“Please, don’t stop” she entreated
“Don’t worry Katie we’ll finish this upstairs on firmer ground, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”
Ian then discarded his shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum and then she stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.
“Let it go” he said “You’re beautiful remember”
She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor and when she stepped out of it she still had her knickers wrapped round her ankle and she made a gesture with her foot as if to shake it free but Ian said
“No leave them, it’s really sexy”
He held out his hand and she took it in hers and he led her upstairs to his bedroom and finished the job and when he finally lost his load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from his pulsating twitching member.
After the main event they dozed off and after a prolonged nap he awoke to find Katie playing with his shaft and kissing and nibbling his ear so he fucked her tight little cunt again before he let her out the front door and she walked home, not for the last time that summer as he visited her dirty delights on a regular basis until September.
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.
Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
(Part 02)
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.
When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
(Part 03)
Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon
After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.
(Part 04)
After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was on the following afternoon a few minutes after Uncle Silas had left the Vicarage to go over to the Church for the evening service.
And Ian was just contemplating where he should go to find a recipient for the nagging semi he had been nursing all day, when the doorbell rang.
When he opened the door he saw Katie Thomas standing on the step wearing a summer dress, not the same dress as the day before, but she was braless beneath it again and the nagging semi in his pants firmed up and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
She was five foot five, with red hair, a pale complexion and a lovely face which was cutely freckled.
“I’ve come for that drink” she said and smiled
“I was hoping you would” he said and stepped aside to let her enter the hall.
“Do you have any pretty girls hidden away” She asked and looked around
“No I’m all alone there were no pretty girls here until you arrived”
He said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
The first time she said it, the day before, he thought her coy denial about being pretty was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments but now she had said it again he was convinced that she actually believed that.
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her
She turned her head away coyly and he put his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him.
“You’re beautiful Katie”
He was so close to her that her intoxicating perfume enveloped him as he moved his hand from her chin and caressed her cheek, while he stared into her beautifully hypnotic green eyes, and then he leant in and kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue into his mouth and her arms immediately wrapped around him holding him so tightly.
Ian’s left hand was on her hip pulling her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock while his right had let her cheek and was now on her neck moving quickly to her shoulder, while the passionate kiss continued.
From her hip, his left hand moved up her back and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, and the hand on her shoulder pushed the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow, at which point Katie obliged by slipping her arm out, and as the fabric fell away, his eager hand was able to cup her exposed breast, which was firm and substantial, and she sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Ian then disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach herself, but he broke away again as he had another location in mind for the fun to continue in and while she held the front of her dress up to cover her breasts he walked her into the dining room.
(Part 05)
As they stood kissing in the hall Ian disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach herself but he broke away again as he had another location in mind for the fun to continue in and while she held the front of her dress up to cover her breasts he walked her into the dining room.
He steered her into the room until she was standing with her back to the mahogany table and then he kissed her again.
The moment their lips met his hand sought out her breast again and the kiss lasted another five minutes before he broke away again because he had other plans for his mouth.
Still fondling her breast he started to kiss and nibble down her neck while his other hand slipped her remaining shoulder strap off her shoulder to expose her other firm globe and once it was exposed he quickly took hold of with his spare hand.
Ian briefly returned his mouth to hers as he fondled both titties and played with her swollen peaks with his thumbs before his mouth went on a journey down her neck, shoulders and chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful firm round tits which he took turns on, kissing, licking and sucking.
Katie was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering his hair as he sucked her teats.
His hands, which were now on her knees, began to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward, as if to distract her from his intension, he sucked hard on her nipple making her wince.
Katie withdrew her teat and Ian thought he had hurt her too much, but instead of calling a halt she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment so he duly obliged.
His hands meanwhile were nearing their objective and he felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips and he thought to himself “She is wearing knickers then”
His hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her pants and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs, releasing them at her knees where gravity took over, and his hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.
Simultaneously he started edging her backward against the table.
In response Katie adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing one foot from her pants.
He was now pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs and he glanced down briefly to see her knickers loosely hanging around her ankle, which he found for some reason extremely erotic.
As he kissed up the length of her thigh he could smell her pungent odour, which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample red public curls.
Ian manoeuvred her back further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her he looked up and saw Katie was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her heady mix of perfume and sweat mingled with her juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more.
(Part 06)
Ian manoeuvred her back further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her he looked up and saw Katie was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for him to drink deeply of her heady mix of perfume and sweat mingled with her juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more.
He got to his feet and kissed her and her pungent fragrance was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips and he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while he released his engorged cock from its confines with the other and then he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break so he paused
“Well that’s a surprise” he said, still inside her “I didn’t know you were a virgin”
He’d always assumed she was sexually active, she was after all a very attractive confident young woman with no shortage of admirers as far as he was aware and she’d been at college for two years and was off to University that September.
“I’m sorry” was her reply
“What for?” he said, his throbbing cock eager to continue its mission.
“For being a disappointment” she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits
“For not being experienced, for not being any good”
“I didn’t say I was disappointed, or that I thought you weren’t any good” he replied “and I’m glad I’m the first, And I want to be your second and your third”
Then he pulled her dress back down again exposing her gorgeous tits and kissed her
“We will have to discuss your serious self-esteem issues in the afterglow” he said as he gave her a full length, then another then another.
When Katie came the first time he thought the table was going to collapse as it scraped on the floor, so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his knob onto the laminate flooring.
“Please, don’t stop” she entreated
“Don’t worry Katie we’ll finish this upstairs on firmer ground, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”
Ian then discarded his shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum and then she stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.
“Let it go” he said “You’re beautiful remember”
She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor and when she stepped out of it she still had her knickers wrapped round her ankle and she made a gesture with her foot as if to shake it free but Ian said
“No leave them, it’s really sexy”
He held out his hand and she took it in hers and he led her upstairs to his bedroom and finished the job and when he finally lost his load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from his pulsating twitching member.
After the main event they dozed off and after a prolonged nap he awoke to find Katie playing with his shaft and kissing and nibbling his ear so he fucked her tight little cunt again before he let her out the front door and she walked home, not for the last time that summer as he visited her dirty delights on a regular basis until September.
Monday 3 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (271) In Flagrante Al Fresco Reprised
(Part 01)
It was Saturday night, or more precisely Sunday Morning and there was a Dinner Dance on at the Forest Ridge Golf Club and Paula Bonham and Gary Parkinson had just delivered their friends Evelyn and Bella to their homes on a golf buggy and the reason for that unorthodox taxi was that they were both totally pissed.
Once they had deposited the two lushes with their loved ones they drove back across the golf course on route back to the dance and had stopped in order that Paula spend a penny.
And after she emerged semi clothed from the bushes Gary fucked her on the front seat of the buggy.
“Turn your back,” she said
“Why?” he asked
“So I can get dressed”
“But I’ve already seen everything”
“That was when we were making love” she corrected me
“This is different”
“Ok” he said and turned his back to her
“And no peeking” she said
“Ok”
Gary thought it was rather cute that even after what they had just done in the moonlight she was still acting shy.
“That’s a point scorer” he thought.
“Now you can look,” she said
When he turned around she was wearing the powder blue dress and judging by what I could hear as she was dressing her silk knickers as well.
They got back on the buggy, with Paula in the driving seat again. Before we set off she turned to him smiled and kissed him and he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips Paula warmed to this and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.
“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply
“But you were enjoying it too” he pointed out
“That’s not the point it’s too late”
“It’s never too late” he said nibbling her ear and sliding his right hand along her stockinged thigh seeking out the flesh above.
She clamped her thighs together and pushed down on the accelerator.
But this was not easily done and she was finding it difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well as keeping her thighs tight closed.
She released her grip on his hand for a split second and the buggy inched forward and his hand passed her stocking top, she clamped again.
She released her grip again, briefly, the buggy inched forward again and his hand was inside her silk panties.
She opened her thighs and depressed the accelerator and they trundled forward as his finger parted her lips.
The buggy was making some progress and Paula was biting her lip though not in concentration he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers.
She carried on driving and biting her lip and he carried on stroking and creaming her lips and then all of a sudden she stopped the buggy.
“You bastard” she said and kissed him while she unzipped his fly.
Gary was still stroking her creamy pussy as she pulled his cock out and her busy little fingers roughly tugged on his shaft
After a minute of two of this frenetic fondling Paula slid over to his side of the buggy with her back to him, which left him to conclude that Paula wanted rear entry.
So ever ready to oblige he got out of the buggy and dropped his trousers.
Paula then slid right across the seat and he pulled up the back of her dress and exposed a round silk clad arse.
He got his fingers under the waistband and prepared to pull them off her buttocks.
“No leave my knickers on darling” she pleaded “go up my leg again, like our first time, I really loved that”
(Part 02)
He got his fingers under the waistband and prepared to pull them off her buttocks.
“No leave my knickers on darling” she pleaded “go up my leg again, like our first time, I really loved that”
So he hooked his thumb inside the leg of her knickers and pulled the silk panties to one side to expose her moist creamy cunny.
Gary slid his stiff shaft between her eager lips and as he went in up to his balls, breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath.
Only one thing was missing for him so he unzipped the back of her dress.
Paula turned her head and gave him a smile and rose up onto her elbows so he could cup her globes as he was in and out of her.
Paula was almost spent and all she could do was emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations but he drove on and on and as she went rigid beneath his loins she rallied all her remaining strength she screamed into the night.
“OORRRRR” and then a second later as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her welcoming minge.
“OHHHHH” and then she collapsed forward, totally and literally shagged.
With his hands on her hips he stayed in her a moment longer while he admired the spent sensual being impaled on his cock.
He didn’t know what it was but he thought there was something very powerful about being inside a woman from behind.
After she had redressed herself, i.e. rearranged her silk drawers and hidden away her magnificent tits he said
“Well good night then”
“What?” she said with panic in her voice
“Don’t leave me” she begged and Gary smiled at her
“You bastard” she said and slapped him
“Do you really think I would just leave you here?”
“No” she said hugging him “But you’re still a bastard”
Paula lived at the other end of the village, her rather grand house backed onto the 3rd green of the Golf Course.
So they trundled across the course in the buggy, him driving this time with Paula next to him with her arm through his, wearing his jacket again.
He stopped right in the trees by the third green and he walked her through the woods to her back gate where they paused in the darkness and kissed a long sensual kiss and then suddenly she panicked
“I can’t go home carrying my under things” she said
So she stuffed them in his dinner jacket pocket
“I will collect them from you tomorrow, no peeking”
He then just stood looking at her and was smiling
“What’s the matter?” she asked
“My jacket?” he said
“Oh yes, silly me”
She took off the jacket and gave him one final kiss and then she was gone and he watched her safely to her back door and then got back on the buggy.
“Well” he thought to himself “that’s the best time he’d ever spent on a golf course”
And Paula was a truly great partner, he looked forward to playing around with her again,
It was Saturday night, or more precisely Sunday Morning and there was a Dinner Dance on at the Forest Ridge Golf Club and Paula Bonham and Gary Parkinson had just delivered their friends Evelyn and Bella to their homes on a golf buggy and the reason for that unorthodox taxi was that they were both totally pissed.
Once they had deposited the two lushes with their loved ones they drove back across the golf course on route back to the dance and had stopped in order that Paula spend a penny.
And after she emerged semi clothed from the bushes Gary fucked her on the front seat of the buggy.
“Turn your back,” she said
“Why?” he asked
“So I can get dressed”
“But I’ve already seen everything”
“That was when we were making love” she corrected me
“This is different”
“Ok” he said and turned his back to her
“And no peeking” she said
“Ok”
Gary thought it was rather cute that even after what they had just done in the moonlight she was still acting shy.
“That’s a point scorer” he thought.
“Now you can look,” she said
When he turned around she was wearing the powder blue dress and judging by what I could hear as she was dressing her silk knickers as well.
They got back on the buggy, with Paula in the driving seat again. Before we set off she turned to him smiled and kissed him and he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips Paula warmed to this and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.
“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply
“But you were enjoying it too” he pointed out
“That’s not the point it’s too late”
“It’s never too late” he said nibbling her ear and sliding his right hand along her stockinged thigh seeking out the flesh above.
She clamped her thighs together and pushed down on the accelerator.
But this was not easily done and she was finding it difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well as keeping her thighs tight closed.
She released her grip on his hand for a split second and the buggy inched forward and his hand passed her stocking top, she clamped again.
She released her grip again, briefly, the buggy inched forward again and his hand was inside her silk panties.
She opened her thighs and depressed the accelerator and they trundled forward as his finger parted her lips.
The buggy was making some progress and Paula was biting her lip though not in concentration he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers.
She carried on driving and biting her lip and he carried on stroking and creaming her lips and then all of a sudden she stopped the buggy.
“You bastard” she said and kissed him while she unzipped his fly.
Gary was still stroking her creamy pussy as she pulled his cock out and her busy little fingers roughly tugged on his shaft
After a minute of two of this frenetic fondling Paula slid over to his side of the buggy with her back to him, which left him to conclude that Paula wanted rear entry.
So ever ready to oblige he got out of the buggy and dropped his trousers.
Paula then slid right across the seat and he pulled up the back of her dress and exposed a round silk clad arse.
He got his fingers under the waistband and prepared to pull them off her buttocks.
“No leave my knickers on darling” she pleaded “go up my leg again, like our first time, I really loved that”
(Part 02)
He got his fingers under the waistband and prepared to pull them off her buttocks.
“No leave my knickers on darling” she pleaded “go up my leg again, like our first time, I really loved that”
So he hooked his thumb inside the leg of her knickers and pulled the silk panties to one side to expose her moist creamy cunny.
Gary slid his stiff shaft between her eager lips and as he went in up to his balls, breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath.
Only one thing was missing for him so he unzipped the back of her dress.
Paula turned her head and gave him a smile and rose up onto her elbows so he could cup her globes as he was in and out of her.
Paula was almost spent and all she could do was emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations but he drove on and on and as she went rigid beneath his loins she rallied all her remaining strength she screamed into the night.
“OORRRRR” and then a second later as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her welcoming minge.
“OHHHHH” and then she collapsed forward, totally and literally shagged.
With his hands on her hips he stayed in her a moment longer while he admired the spent sensual being impaled on his cock.
He didn’t know what it was but he thought there was something very powerful about being inside a woman from behind.
After she had redressed herself, i.e. rearranged her silk drawers and hidden away her magnificent tits he said
“Well good night then”
“What?” she said with panic in her voice
“Don’t leave me” she begged and Gary smiled at her
“You bastard” she said and slapped him
“Do you really think I would just leave you here?”
“No” she said hugging him “But you’re still a bastard”
Paula lived at the other end of the village, her rather grand house backed onto the 3rd green of the Golf Course.
So they trundled across the course in the buggy, him driving this time with Paula next to him with her arm through his, wearing his jacket again.
He stopped right in the trees by the third green and he walked her through the woods to her back gate where they paused in the darkness and kissed a long sensual kiss and then suddenly she panicked
“I can’t go home carrying my under things” she said
So she stuffed them in his dinner jacket pocket
“I will collect them from you tomorrow, no peeking”
He then just stood looking at her and was smiling
“What’s the matter?” she asked
“My jacket?” he said
“Oh yes, silly me”
She took off the jacket and gave him one final kiss and then she was gone and he watched her safely to her back door and then got back on the buggy.
“Well” he thought to himself “that’s the best time he’d ever spent on a golf course”
And Paula was a truly great partner, he looked forward to playing around with her again,
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