Choice Tales from the Vale – (252) Lust at Lovers Leap

 

Iain Blair was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel as he did every summer and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old conquests while being constantly on the lookout for new ones.

But it wasn’t just the women that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he enjoyed the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.

 

On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Georgina Cooper, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Gerry Cummins.

She looked lost and lonely without her outgoing bubbly sidekick Gerry.

Georgie was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.

The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him.

“Hello Georgina” he said

“Oh hello”

“You a bit fed up, Are you missing Gerry?” he asked

“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”

She looked rather sad, but hopefully from this chance meeting he thought he might put a smile on those soft lips hers while pleasing himself at the same time.

 

Despite being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent and being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at a time when he had an itch to scratch and he had every intention of taking full advantage of.

 

Her friend Gerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Georgina.

Gerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.

And according to Gerry’s pillow talk, it wasn’t that Georgina didn’t want it as bad as her friend, she did, she just didn’t have the know-how or the gumption to get it.

But on that day fate had taken a hand.

“I’m just going for a walk” he said “would you like to keep me company?”

“Yes please” she replied

 

They walked the full length of the Northern perimeter road, from the Shallowfield Lodge all the way to lovers leap.

Once they had ooh’d and aah’d at the wonderful view out across the Dancingdean Forest proper Georgie spread her towel on the flat rocky surface and lay down on her stomach.

Iain lay down beside her and began by caressing the exposed flesh of her back, his hand reaching ever higher until with one hand he deftly unhooked her bra.

As soon as her bra was unhooked she turned over onto her back and smiled her consent.

 

After a minimal amount of foreplay she was ready for him to deliver the coup de grace.

She was reluctant for him to undress her completely so he got her on her knees with her face on the towel, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when he got going and almost instantaneously she turned her head on its side, and grasping her hips firmly he pulled her onto him until his cock was deep into her tight young pussy.

 

When she came Georgina screamed loudly, the sound echoing across the tree tops and a second later he erupted inside her.

As he withdrew she rolled onto her back, her top and bra up around her neck and her shorts and knickers around her knees.

Her beautiful caramel skin glowing with lustre.

 

So he had had the dark skinned dusky and exotic Georgina on the rocky outcrop of lover’s leap a few days after having the pale skinned peaches and cream Gerry on all fours in a dinghy out on the lake.

He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to, being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age of 20 and both willing to go again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (251) The Great Bear and the Christmas Maid

 

Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.

But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee

They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.

They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.

Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.

They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.

Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.

 

Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.

Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.

But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.

 

However every thing came good in the end when they were on their fifth chalet and Nikki decided she would make him get physical.

And she got all the physical she could handle and after that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and spent all winter making love in whichever empty chalet they wanted.

 

It was over a  year since Nikki and Markus got together but they were as hungry for each other as ever and their second Christmas together was on the horizon and when November finally arrived Nikki decided it was time to decorate for Christmas but no one could remember where the decorations were put after the previous year.

After two weeks of searching every nook and cranny they were spotted in the loft in the staff block by the head of housekeeping, Christine Evans.

 

In the staff accommodation village there were rows of chalets, similar in design to the guest accommodation but much smaller, and at the center was the staff block.

This contained offices, store rooms and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee and watch TV or just sit around talking.

 

Christine Evans hadn’t actually seen them herself as she had never been in the loft, because she was scared, partly of the dark but mainly of cobwebs and spiders, but one of her staff had seen them.

 

Nikki and Christine were stood talking in the common room when Markus walked through the door.

“Did you want to see me?” he said to Christine

“Yes, we’ve located the Christmas Decorations” 

“So come on big boy” Nikki said cheekily “it’s time to get the Dec’s down from the loft”

 

The entrance to the loft, where the Dec’s had been seen, was via a large hatch way in the common room ceiling.

Markus reached up one of his great paws and pulled the catch and the hatch swung open and then he pulled down the loft ladder.

“Are you going up?” he asked Christine knowing the answer

“No fear” she said and shivered

“Go on then Danger Mouse” he said to Nikki “You go first”

 

Without hesitation she was straight up the ladder and Markus followed quickly behind her so he could look up her skirt.

She knew that he would and frankly would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.

He enjoyed the view above the top of her long socks, but he had to resist the temptation to grope her cheeky little arse as she wiggled up the ladder.

He would have if Christine hadn’t been looking on.

Once they reached the top Nikki switched the light on and started looking around but despite the light the corners were quite gloomy.

So Markus switched on his torch which Nikki immediately snatched from his hand.

It was quite a large space and was used as an additional storage area during the peak season.

And during the course of the year the boxes of Christmas decorations, which had been put up there after the previous year’s festivities, were gradually pushed further and further back from their starting point.

“There they are” she squealed excitedly and rushed to the far corner of the loft.

She then got down on her hands and knees and began pushing boxes in Markus’s direction.

“Oh shit” she exclaimed

“What wrong luv?”

“The Angel has fallen out of the box” she said sadly “and it’s fallen down behind this thing”

The “Thing” she was referring to was the wooden “A” frame that held the roof up.

“There it is” she said as she shined the torch beam into the darkness.

It hadn’t fallen too far but it was difficult to get at because of all the boxes in the way.

“Can you reach it?” she asked you’ve got longer arms than me”

“A T-Rex has longer arms than you” he retorted and laughed

He clambered up but he couldn’t get close enough to the objective to bring his long reach into play.

“I can’t get close enough” he said as he crouched down “I’ll just have to move these boxes”

“That will take too long” she said impatiently

“I’ll just have to wriggle between the woody things, you can hold onto my legs so I don’t fall”

“Ok” he replied and she headed towards the biggest gap while Markus moved some of the boxes to accommodate his huge feet.

The gap she went for was a little above Markus’s waist height but it was higher for a skinny Little waif of 4’ 11”.

He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.

“How are you doing?” he asked

“I’ve almost got it” she replied “another couple of inches should do it”

“Ok” he said and manhandled her a bit further and in the process made sure he had and uninterupted view of her cute little arse

“What was that?” She asked as he pulled the hem of her skirt up towards her waist, brushing her plump little buttock in the process

“Cobwebs” he replied

“Ok” she replied doubtfully but he didn’t pay attention his mind was on other things.

“I’ve got it” she shouted triumphantly “pull me back”

It was when he began retrieving her small frame from the darkness when the view of jiggling buttocks before his lascivious eyes became a gift to precious to pass up.

She wriggled backward slightly and her legs started flailing about and to his absolute delight the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her bum cheeks.  

He could hear her muttering as she wriggled again and then wispy strands of curly red hair appeared visible against her white thigh.

Then there was another wriggle and he was rewarded with a view of her lips.

“Lovely” he said

“What was that?” she called but her ignored her because oportunity had knocked for the great bear.

Instead of possitioning her in the best place to extricate her he chose the best attitude for him to indulge himself.

He shuffled slightly to his right and turned Nikki so she was effectively on her side and lifted her upper leg and began kissing her exposed thigh.

“What was that” she asked with alarm “That wasn’t cobwebs”

In lieu of reply he used his great thumb to pull her knickers aside and then he noshed her.

“Oh God” she moaned “Stop that right now, we’ll get caught”

“Christine won’t come up here, she’s a wus” he replied as he opened her up to receive his tongue

“Oh God” she yelled

“Is everything ok up there?” Christine shouted

“Yes” Markus replied “We need to move a load of boxes to retrieve the Angel, we might be a while”

“Oh ok, I’ll go and put the kettle on”

“Good idea” he said and returned to his task

“You must stop” she pleaded “someone will come”

“And that will be you baby” he replied and pushed her thighs as wide open as he could but she was still completely accessible to him and he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell.

Nikki squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.

Had he not heard her cum with that delicious sound she always made he would still have known the precise moment of bliss because he felt her body go rigid plus there was other evidence on her lips.

 

After he had noshed her juicy pussy to climax he retrieved her lips panting little body and lowered her to the floor.

“You are a very dirty boy” she sighed as she hugged him “And you used to be so shy”

“Are you complaining?”

“No I’m not” she replied definitely

“Good, let’s go to an empty chalet so I can get dirtier” he suggested so they delayed putting up the decoration until after he’d split her crimson whiskers in chalet 69.    

Choice Tales from the Vale – (250) An Indifferent Damsel in Distress

 

It was in the early nineties Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married. 

It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.

“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently When Greg had opened the door.

Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and stood around five foot three in her flip flops.

As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.

“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”

He said and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.

While he stood and comfort her without speaking when she said

“I’m sorry” and burying her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.

They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below began to stir itself.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.

The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love in the spare room. 

The reason for her distress on that first occasion was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.

A brief affair followed their first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said

“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.

Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was horny.

He wasn’t really too concerned whether it was a sympathy shag or pure unadulterated lust as long as he got his end away. 

 

Although they always had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, that was after all her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other.

And there smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.

 

However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off her.

It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.

As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he noticed she was wearing big red knickers.

And it was the red knickers which got his heart racing.

 

He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts, but alas she was too quick for him and she thwarted his attack.

“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”

“Amanda is pissed” he replied

“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.

 

About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he squeezed one tender cheek.

“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.

“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded

“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today”

“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.

Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.

“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said

“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”

 

When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands inside her dungarees and went straight up to her bra and began to unfasten it.

“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.

 

But minutes later he tried the very same move again

“Stop trying to undo my bra” she whispered

“Well go and take it off and then I won’t have to” he whispered back

Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.

 

Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and looked at him as she stood beside her bag and took her bra from her dungarees pocket and let it dangle from her hand momentarily before letting it drop into her bag, then she gave him a filthy leer as she reached into her other pocket and then dangled her big red knickers from her hand and dropped them on top of her bra.

“Are you two still winding each other up” Amanda barked and went back outside.

 

“I’d better go” she said

“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo

“What are you doing?” she said

“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her

 

Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee, the front of her dungarees was in her lap and he was playing with her tittie as she tongued his ear.

He left her erect nipple and looked into her eyes as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant straw coloured curly bush.

Greg’s hand dallied in there and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his digit parted her lips and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

He frigged her until he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

Ellie was panting in his ear and she said

“I want more”

“Do you?”

“Oh God yes”

“Well if you get a migraine then you can have it” he replied

 

He was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in and slurred

“I know you don’t like her darling but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has migraine”

“Of course” he replied

 

The journey wasn’t a long one and Greg made it even shorter by driving especially fast as his horny passenger was fingering her minge all the way there and the moment they got through her front door she shed her dungarees and got on her hands and knees and he did het on all fours in the hallway.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (249) The Purplemere Verger – After Evensong

 

Mark Tams had been in and out of hospital for the ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.

But he felt reborn when he and Annette Cook gave each other their innocence.

She was also 25 and was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.

Annette was a beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen in love and she with him.

 

Annette worked for the Downshire and District Building Society in the Purplemere branch and Mark worked across the street at the Downshire Journal and when they could they would meet up for lunch.

“Are we going to see each other tonight?” He asked just before they went their separate ways. 

“I have Evensong but we can meet at the vicarage afterwards” she replied

“Deal” Mark said and kissed her goodbye

 

He got back home about 6pm and went home to change before going to the vicarage to meet Annette.

Some days they would travel home together but when she had Evensong she always got an earlier train.

 

As he made the short walk from his home to the vicarage feeling rather proud of himself, proud of her, and proud that she was his girlfriend.

He had fancied her for so long, and the Purplemere Verger ticked all of his boxes and he wanted her to be more than just his girlfriend.

And it wasn’t just because of the sex, which was amazing and getting better all the time, she was his soulmate and he hoped she was his.

He was thinking that hopefully he could bring her from the shadows to bathe in the light of his love and lust.

He would just have to ask her and hope he wouldn’t scare her away.

So as he walked up to the front door of the vicarage he had the ring in his pocket.

But as soon as she opened the door to him he forgot it was there because of the way Annette was dressed, she was still wearing her vestments.

This was not normal, her usual routine was to change in the vestry before going home, but she had not done that, and that distracted him from his proposal because she clearly had a proposal of her own.

He wasn’t sure what she had in store for him but he knew it would be well worth the wait to find out.

If Annette was to give him a salacious invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t going to go unaccepted.

Even if there was a lack of attraction, which there was not, what she was wearing would have done the trick on its own, he liked uniforms and outfits, and even though they were both good Christians her vestments certainly didn’t put him off.

 

It was probably a combination of the fact that she was almost a woman of the cloth, he thought a verger counted, and their faith which made it extra saucy.

The whole prospect of making love a Verger, in costume, had left him quite aroused.

 

He was sitting on the sofa watching her as she flitted around the room with her white surplice over her full length cassock, clumping about in the stout ankle boots with her Barbie pink socks showing above them.

“So where’s the vicar?” he asked innocently

“He’s gone to Mornington to dine with the St George’s at the Manor”

But it was as she bent over to pick up her coat that the realization hit him.

“You’re naked under that cassock aren’t you?” he said and she turned to look at him and blushed.

“You dirty little verger”

In her embarrassment she tried to rush past him but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the sofa and pinned her down.

She was blushing scarlet red and hid her face behind a cushion.

“So did you do the whole service like that?”

He teased

“No I did not” she said adamantly “I’m not a tart”

“You’re very sexy thought” he said “So when did you divest yourself of your clothes?”

“In the vestry” she replied from behind the cushion

“So you walked from the church like that?” he enquired

“Yes but it was dark and no one could see” Annette said defensively as she emerged from behind the soft furnishings.

“I’m only teasing” he said and laughed

“I don’t think it’s funny” she said and tried to escape his clutches

“Ow” she yelped

“What’s wrong?”

“Something dug in my thigh” she replied

“Oh yes, I almost forgot” he said and reached in his pocket and brought out a ring box

“What’s that?” she asked in a whisper

“Nothing important” he replied

“Then why was it in your pocket?”

“Well it was something I thought you might like but now I’m not so sure” he replied enigmatically

“I’m sure I would like it” she offered

“Well, I don’t know” he mused and then after he thought he had tortured her enough he added

“But as I have it here you might as well see it”

So he opened the box and showed her and she gasped

“It’s beautiful”

“Do you like it?” he asked

“I really do” she replied as she stared at it

“Good” he said and snapped the box shut and put it back in his pocket

“I just wanted your opinion, it’s for Daisy at the petrol station”

“But…” she began in disbelief

“I suppose if you really like it you can have it, but on one condition” he said taking from his pocket

“What condition?” she said sadly

“You have to marry me” he said

“What?”

“You have to marry me” he repeated

“You want to marry me?” she asked in disbelief

“Absolutely” he said “but if you don’t want to I can always ask Daisy”

“Don’t you dare” she said and snatched the box from his hand

“Is that a yes then?” he asked as she slipped the ring on her finger

“Yes, yes, yes” she replied and punctuated each affirmative with a kiss

“Good, now can the dirty verger come out to play?”

Her only reply was to pull the bottom of her cassock up to her knees.

 

As it was a celebratory coupling Annette wanted it to be the same tender way as on their first time.

She began to writhe beneath him and lick her lips as he entered again and he had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as he normally would have done, Mark had to suppress his animal urges, to give her a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.

Annette squirmed beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the blissful zone between being anchored to the ground and the gravity defying release followed by toe curling orgasm.

She looked up at him as she moaned loudly and writhed beneath him and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred him on to his own climax and she cried out

“Oh Mark”

He kissed her hot panting mouth and when their lips parted he asked

“Was that what you had in mind?”

“Yes, sweetheart” she replied then he kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (248) Ice Cream Sunday

 

It was a hot sultry Sunday afternoon in Childean and Shelley Lord was as hot and sultry as the weather.

But with the children running in and out every five minutes nothing was going to happen to take the edge off unless she went upstairs and gave herself a cheeky finger.  

So she just carried on watching TV with her husband Frank and tried not to think about cock, but they were watching an episode of “Game of Thrones” so it was proving very difficult. 

“Thank God” She said when she heard the tell-tale chimes of the ice cream van playing “colonel bogey” in Shallowfield Road,

“Nothing says come and get an ice-cream more than “Hitler has only got one ball”“ Frank said as the children came running in from the garden
“Ice cream, Ice cream” they called
“Just a minute kids, Dad will give you some money” Shelley shouted to them and more quietly to Frank she said “Then Daddy can make mummy scream”

Frank gave Shelley a filthy leer and dug around in his shorts pocket and brought out a couple of two pound coins which he handed over to the children and almost before the front door closed Shelley and Frank were out of their seats and heading for the stairs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (247) Playing the Cellist

 

Erika Dobie loved music, it was her life, and she played cello for the Downshire Symphony Orchestra, but although music was her first love, it wasn’t her only love.

Second place in her heart went to Paul Scott, the only problem was getting him to make a move.

She knew that his reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t feel the same as her it was just that he was desperately shy.

But Erika had lost her heart to Paul and failure to win his was not an option so she put her plan into operation.

 

The Downshire Symphony Orchestra had their headquarters in Finchbottom where they had a large rehearsal space as well as smaller soundproof rooms for individual practice.

Paul was the centre manager for the DSO and was always the last one to leave and always did a walk around before he turned the lights off and locked up.

So it would be late at night and in one of the booths where she would set her trap.

 

So it was late on Friday evening as Paul Scott was doing his rounds that he heard the strains of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 emanating from one of the small rooms.

It was Paul’s favourite piece so Erika knew it would get his attention.

He peered in through the half open door and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Erika sitting in the middle of the room facing him

The great polished instrument between her long black stocking clad legs, her wavy red hair dancing across her naked shoulders and brushing her alabaster skin and but for her stockings she wore nothing but a smile.

Without speaking he walked into the room and locked the door behind him and his eyes never left her while she played and he circled the beautiful pale skinned cellist perched on a stool and he drank in her nakedness along with the Bach.

After his third circuit he stopped and knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder as his hands cupped her round white breasts.

“Do you like the Bach?” she asked

“I love the Bach” he replied and kissed her neck as his fingertips combed through her ginger bush before descending into her moist crevice.

Erika uttered no protest and continued playing faultlessly despite him making her wriggle and squirm on the stool while she played her instrument and he played her.

However eventually his rhythmic fiddling disrupted the rhythm of hers and she lay down her Cello and he lay her over the stool.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (246) A Rude Awakening

 

Don Gonye drove the short distance from Finchbottom to Middle Gracewood as he returned home after a month away in California and his head was full of thoughts of his lovely wife Lizzie.

It was 11pm when he pulled onto the drive and the house was in darkness so he got out of the car and smiled because that meant she was in bed which was exactly where he wanted her.

Don deposited his bags in the hall and went straight upstairs where he quietly opened the bedroom door and peered in. 

Lizzie was on her back lying naked on the bed bathed in pale moonlight so he quickly undressed on the landing and then crept into the room and joined her.

He lay beside her and kissed her lips but she didn’t respond, so he decided he should wake her up, beginning with her nipples and having teased them to erection he took them in his mouth in turn.

Don left her swollen saliva coated teats and watched her face for signs of wakefulness as his hand drifted across her belly to her neatly trimmed bush.

His hand dallied there briefly before coming to rest on her mound and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress so he knew she was only pretending to sleep, so after a moment his finger parted her lips like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

The first strokes of his finger on her pussy just added to her lip creaming, and the subsequent ones had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath his hand and lick her lips.

When he slipped two fingers into her cunny she murmured in response to his penetration but despite his fervent attentions she still pretended to be asleep.

So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night long he decided on a change of tack, in order to awaken her before he mounted her, or rather get her to wake from her pretend slumber.

Don poked his finger as deep into his pussy as he could get it and made sure it was well coated with her cum when he withdrew it and then he screwed it up her tight anus and Lizzie gave a little squeal and then she was wide awake.

“You dirty bastard” she said and kissed him and he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching balls and made her suck in air through her teeth.

“Oh Don” She said and closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish beneath him.