Wednesday 31 August 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (456) Thawed over Christmas

 

December 28th

 

In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.

After a pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said

“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.

 

However, on the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest opportunism, he repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment, to such an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.

 

Since returning to Downshire she had been a guest on the Beaumont Estate in Chapel Hill, which was Oliver’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century farmhouse, which had been converted and added to over the years.

The barns and outbuildings had also been converted, there was a gym, a pool and garages and staff accommodation.

 

Once Pandora had regained her strength Oliver entered into a cycle of dealing with her frigidity by finding inventive ways of getting her wet, so she could be sullied to their mutual satisfaction.

 

Over the weeks following, her frigidity became a thing of the past, and whereas before she was seldom wet, now she was rarely dry.

In between Christmas and New Year, she wanted to go back to her flat to pick up some more of her things, clothes, makeup, and underwear.

So, his driver Sarah drove them to her flat in Northchapel and dropped them off.

So, she gathered all the things she wanted together and packed a case, and then they were going to head back to Chapel Hill, but she got horny, so she ended up bent over the sofa while he fucked her.

Afterwards they’d gone from ravished to famished so they ordered a takeaway and decided they might as well spend the night, so he called Sarah and arranged to be picked up the next morning, then they spent the night in her bed, although there wasn’t much sleeping going on, as he spent much of it in her.

 

The next morning Sarah drove them back to Chapel Hill and both of them dosed off.

When they got back to the house, they took her stuff upstairs and then he said

“I’m going for a swim; I’ll see you down there?” 

“No, I’m tired” she replied “I think I’ll have a sleep”

“Oh, that’s a shame” Harry said “because after a swim I thought we could play for a bit before sleep, but if you’re too tired never mind”

Five minutes later Pandora arrived by the pool wearing her yellow bikini, Harry liked what he could see, the whole package, but his eyes were drawn to the crotch of her bottoms which already sported a wet patch.

“I like you in that” he said “but I don’t think you need to be wearing it, I didn’t bother keeping mine on”

Oliver lay back on the water, so his manhood floated on the water, then he watched as she took off her bikini top and released her lovely tits before wriggling out of her bottoms to expose her gloriously hairy brunette bush.

He knew she wouldn’t dive in because she didn’t like to have her head under water so he bided his time as she prepared to sit down and the moment her buttocks hit the tiles, he struck before she could slip into the water, and pushed her knees apart and snuffled along her thigh like a pig after truffles until he was tasting her sour liquor.

“Oh Oli” she gasped

 

Pandora was laying stretched on the poolside as he noshed on her juicy cunny and then her body went rigid as he brought her to climax.    

She moved with real urgency after she came and sat up on the edge of the pool and was biting her lip as she slid into the water and onto his cock.

And with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her ankles crossed behind his buttocks, he banged her unceremoniously against the side of the pool until she came noisily in the turbulent water.

After the noisy conclusion to their union, they stayed in their final embrace in the pool for five minutes before they moved.

They very nearly got caught in flagrante delicto when Alicia came looking for him.

Fortunately, she made plenty of noise to herald her arrival as she knew what they were like, which gave Pandora time to grab the costume off the pool side so they could redress under the water, before she got to them.

 

When they got out of the pool Oliver looked at Pandy’s arse and laughed

“You’ve got you knickers on inside out and back to front”

“Oh yes, no wonder they feel uncomfortable” she said

“Let’s get upstairs so you can take them off and make me more comfortable”

“What again?” he said, “I remember not long ago, you were arid and frigid, what happened?”

“You did Oliver” she said, and she gave him a soft, gentle, and affectionate kiss before they left the pool and went in search of comfort.

EVERYONE IN THE GROTTO KNOWS

 

Everyone in the grotto knows

The reason for Santa’s ho ho ho’s

And why Santa’s little helper is all aglow

Because she is the latest of Santa’s ho’s

In her green woolly panty hoes

Pixie shoes with turned up toes

Her outfit held together with velcro

Everyone in the grotto knows

Santa gets inside her pixie clothes

And fills her stocking, ho ho ho

Choice Tales from the Vale – (455) The Day After Boxing Day

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

The Day After Boxing Day the twins were on a play date, the grandparents had returned home and both lots of parents had gone to Abbottsford for the day and much to Chantal’s frustration Johnny was on the early shift.

 

When he returned home at lunchtime, he was expecting to find her red hot and ready to go, but when he spied the scene through the partly open door to the lounge it gave him an instant hard on.
Chantal was sitting in his dad’s favourite chair completely naked, her clothes discarded nearby on the floor and one leg was draped over the arm of the chair as she happily pleasured herself.

Her eyes were closed but she knew she wasn’t alone as she fingered herself and he was very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at her moist pink flesh.

Johnny had discarded his trousers and boxers and had his cock in hand as he stepped silently into the room and began tugging on his engorged organ as he stood before her and then she opened her eyes and smiled.
But she had eyes only for the hand pulling on his rise and she matched the rhythm of her fingering to his masturbation until she motioned to him to come closer to her in the chair.
Still tugging on his organ he approached her and with her free hand she grabbed his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
With one hand he braced himself on the back of the chair while the other one caressed her hair.
Suddenly her thighs drew together as she came and as she squirmed in the chair and the moan died in her throat she continued to suck on him until she suddenly released his cock and jumped up and knelt in the chair and gripped the chair back and presented her moist minge to him.
He stood behind her and fondled her plump white buttocks kneading them like bread dough then he knelt down to lick her moist cunny
“I want you in me now” Chantal snapped
“Don't worry” he replied, “I just want a taste”
“Johnny please” she begged, so he stood up and put a hand on each cheek, caressing her gently before penetrating her.

Chantal released a fruity chuckle as he slid inside her and his hands played with her breasts as he thrust into her tight young pussy again and again.
He fondled and squeezed her huge tits right up to the moment her fit taught young body gave a shudder as she came, and he quickly followed.

Johnny withdrew from her cunny, and she collapsed into the chair and curled up in the corner panting and smiling.

He walked out to the hall and picked up his clothes and when he turned around, she had started to put her knickers on and was looking coy and beguiling.

“You won’t be needing them” he said

“Unless you don’t want to do it again” He added so she slipped her drawers off again, grabbed up all her clothes, pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (366) Boxing Day Cover

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

 

Hannah and Mike were both university students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were doing different degrees and had never met before they started working at the Sandcastle.

They got on very well despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her, and even though Hannah really had the hots for him as well, nothing happened.

She knew he liked her; she’d caught him looking at her on more than one occasion but despite her dropping hints he never asked her out.

Hannah was an old-fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a boy out, she preferred to be more Suttle and use her allure.

Which of course didn’t work, even though she’d given him all the signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting the message.

So after having worked together for a number of months she decided that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.

To that end Danielle had made sure they were working alone at the lunchtime session on Boxing Day to aid Hannah in her conquest.

She was further aided by the weather as Sharpington was hit by heavy snow, which kept away all but the hardiest of punters.

So, she had ample opportunity for some heavy duty flirting in between serving customers, for the last half an hour they had no customers at all so when she wasn’t flirting, she was formulating her plan, so at 13.59 she said

“We might as well shut up now”

“Ok” he agreed

“You lock the door while I have a pee” she added

By the time he had finished securing the doors and switching off the fruit machines Hannah reappeared behind the bar with nothing on below the waist except for an apron and when she bent over in front of him, he could see everything he’d ever desired, her round pert arse, her dewy pink lips and sprouts of red hair visible against the white skin of her thighs and she looked back at him and asked.

“Do you see anything you like?”

“Yes everything” he replied, and she stood up and removed her apron

“Then come and get it while its hot” she said invitingly

“James and Danielle won’t be back for at least an hour”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Well before we go any further, I have to know something” she said as she stood close up to him.

“Are you going to ask me out?”

“Only if the answer is yes” he replied

“I’m standing here with my fanny on display, do you really think I might say no?”

“Well, it’s obvious when you put it like that” he remarked

“So?”

“So will you go out with me Hannah?”

“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him

“So?” she asked holding him off

“So why didn’t you ask me out before?”

“I was working up to it” he replied

“Working up to it?” she retorted

“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”

“You still haven’t answered my question” he reminded her

“Which was?”

“Which was. will you go out with me Hannah?”

“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled

“Shut up and kiss me” Mike said and took her in his arms and kissed her then he picked her up and sat her on the counter.

He pulled her knees apart and began kissing her leg and as he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Hannah had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

After making her cum he stood up and tried to put her Christmas jumper over her head, but she stopped him and said

“No, you first”

“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.

Hannah had slipped her hand down to her pussy while he was stripping and when he was naked, she stared at his significantly sizzed cock and said.

“Happy Christmas to me”

He was now permitted to pull her Jumper off over her head and play with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mike twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.

“Oh Mike” she moaned “At last”

Mike thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.

“Mike, Mike” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her, and her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.

Hannah’s breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short, measured strokes she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.

“My God Mike” she purred

“It was ok then?” He panted

“You know damn well it was” she retorted “it was so worth waiting for”

They stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him and when he lifted the knickerless Hannah off the bar top they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.

Mike quickly redressed and Hannah gathered up her discarded clothes so she could go to the loo and freshen up down below and don some dry knickers so she could take him back to her mum’s house so he could get her wet again.

Tuesday 30 August 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (365) Boxing Day

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

It was snowing lightly when they set off and Danielle was very nervous as she hadn’t met any of his family yet, they’d both spent Christmas day with their own respective families.

Her nerves were not improved when she saw the house, she was expecting it to be large, with it being in Nob Hill, but she wasn’t prepared for the grandeur of the Mosely home.

 

“Hi mum” he said and kissed her “Everyone made it then”

“Oh yes dear” she confirmed “We have a real house full”

“This is my girlfriend Danielle” James said, and Danielle felt such pride to here that simple statement

“Hello Mrs. Mosely” she said “Pleased to meet you”

“And you dear” she responded “but call me Wendy, now go on through”

When they went into the family room, they got a very rousing welcome”

There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge eating and drinking, all of whom were either Mosely’s or partners of Mosely’s, it was a good-sized room, which had three large sofas and assorted armchairs, but even so it was never intended to comfortably seat twenty-one people.

After roaming the room introducing his girlfriend to those assembled, he looked around the room for somewhere to sit, some guests sat on the floor, but James led Danielle to the window seat in the bay window.

When they were seated it left a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.

As luck would have it, for his benefit at least, his height and position afforded him a great view down the tops of the two of the girls seated on the sofa, one of them, a skinny braless girl was his cousin Anne who had tits like roof tillers nail bags, but her girlfriend Alison had a fine pair contained in a pink lacy number about two sizes two small and definitely not up to the job, in fact the cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of pink lace.

Danielle suddenly slapped his thigh and whispered in his ear

“Are you looking at her tits?”

Whispering seemed unnecessary as the room was so noisy, she could have used a bull horn, and no one would have overheard her.

“Yes of course, what a stupid question” he replied above a whisper

“You’re a dirty bastard” Danielle said laughing then she held his hand and gave it a squeeze, then she put her hand on his lap and started stroking his sleeping soldier, who was already half awake.

“Already?” she asked wide-eyed

James shrugged nonchalantly, and she continued stroking.

A few minutes later Alice, the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.

“Here you two look at this” and Danielle leant over the sofa between Anne and Alison, looking at something on Alison’s phone.

James could see from where he was but wasn’t really interested but the other three were laughing at a YouTube clip as James slid his hand up Danielle’s skirt, but she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when he caressed her buttocks, nor when he stroked her inner thigh, only a few moments later after his fingers started to rub her pussy did she call a halt to his mischief and sat back down, but she turned and smiled him a saucy smile and placed his hand between her knees.

Where they were seated was perfect for their purposes, it was a dead end, it was poorly lit, and they could see everyone else, but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.

While his hand slid purposefully between her thighs, hers had returned to his growing erection and she stroked his cock through his trousers.

When his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

However, the consequence of her action was that it stretched the fabric tight across her gusset, so his digits were no longer in contact with her minge.

To remedy the situation, he used his fingernail to tear the material and push his fingers straight through the gusset; his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants to her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached the recipient of his lust clenched her buttocks as she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.

 

In the few short weeks since she gave him her cherry they were at it all the time, apart from when she was on the “cotton mouse”, and he could always bring her quickly to the boil, but that afternoon, because they were in a room full of people, her arousal was intense, and she came in record time, as she buried her face in the velvet curtains.

No one heard her cum, it was still far too noisy in the room, and the curtains muffled her exclamation.

But James didn’t let up, in fact the moment she relaxed his finger went in her and she let out an audible gasp, but again no one heard with the decibel level as high.

But he wouldn’t be able to take her too much farther than making her come once more, because even with the background noise they would almost certainly hear miss Brannigan come a third time.

As it happened just when he was getting her well lathered up for her second climax, the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped, and Wendy took center stage to make an announcement.

Danielle tutted loudly and pulled his finger out of her pussy and closed her thighs tight.

“I’m sorry to break up the party” she said “But it’s snowing furiously, so some of you might want to make a move, those who want to stay on are quite welcome, we have plenty of bedding in case we get snowed in”

James smiled because Danielle liked plenty of bedding, and he was just going to share his little joke with her when he noticed she had a face like thunder as she turned to him and demanded through gritted teeth

“Take me home and fuck me”

Then she got up and prepared to leave, but James hesitated, after all when you’re a woman and the fun has to stop, she is merely leaving the room with sticky knickers, but James had his pants filled with a huge boner, standing up was difficult enough, and painful, and so was walking, but the main problem was concealment.
Behind the sofa it went unseen but even in a crowded room it was almost another person, so he tapped Danielle on the shoulder
“What?” she snapped impatiently, and he indicated his predicament with his eyes and she looked down and smiled, then she took off her cardigan held it in front of his bulging trousers.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically and he nodded and gingerly followed her, joining the queue out of the room.
In front of them in the queue was his cousin Anne and her big breasted girlfriend and once out in the hallway when they had retrieved their coats Anne turned to James and asked

“Can we drop you off?”

“Yes please” Danielle replied, eager to get home as soon as possible and be rewarded with some cock.

Before James grabbed their coats he gave her, her cardigan back and she discreetly squeezed the lump in his trousers and whispered

“Thank you horny,”

 

From the moment they were asked if they wanted a lift Anne hadn’t stopped chatting inanely, and it didn’t stop after James and Danielle got into the back of her car, so the second Anne drove off Danielle grabbed his hand and pushed it urgently up her skirt so he 

could resume his fingering in her moist knickers.

Wendy hadn’t been kidding when she said it was snowing furiously so the journey took longer to drive than it had to walk it earlier in the day.

So, by the time Anne dropped them outside the Sandcastle Danielle’s pussy was properly on fire.

 

They hurried towards the pub entrance, as much as they could given the slippery conditions, and when they reached the pub Danielle’s slippery condition was making her somewhat impatient.

As soon as James unlocked the door she pushed him through it and she followed quickly behind unbuttoning her coat as she went, and by the time he had locked and bolted the door again her coat and cardigan were in a heap on the floor, and as soon as James turned around she grabbed his belt and pulled him toward her and began undoing his belt, and with great manual dexterity she unbuckled the belt, unfastened his trousers and yanked out his cock.

“You are a very impatient girl” he said, and she let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she unceremoniously enlarged the hole he had made in the crotch of her tights and pulled her soggy panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she demanded in a very saucy voice and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself onto him, and his cock was so hard, and her pussy so wet it only took one attempt, with James gripping a buttock in each hand, to achieve full penetration.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”

She was kissing his mouth and snorting through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.

Danielle began to lose momentum and they stopped kissing and her course rasping breaths urged him on, so he pushed her back against the wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

Having her pinned against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips, the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder, as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster, as James continued banging her against the wall.

As they neared the summit, they were both tiring and James was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom, or drag her down to floor, however they found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting told him she was desperately close and with a squeal Danielle cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later, emptying his aching sack into her grateful cunny.

 

They couldn’t have said how long they stood there panting, locked in passions embrace, they just knew it felt good and they didn’t want it to end.

“Damn” she panted, “that was fucking marvelous”

“Or marvelous fucking” he suggested, and Danielle laughed lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured in unison.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (454) Boxing Day Release

 

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.

But this Christmas tale is set in the Manor House during Christmas 1958 when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Adamson’s and the Tarling’s fell into the latter group.

 

Sixteen-year-old Paul Tarling loved Christmas, though not in a childish way, he had no interest in Father Christmas, and it held no religious significance, as he had no faith.

He loved Christmas for the same reason he loved all the family gatherings, his Cousin Claire Adamson.

 

Claire lived in Paris and was a real beauty, who oozed sexuality and when Paul was thirteen and he had his first wet dreams it was Claire he was dreaming about and the earliest contributions to his wank bank were the sensual images of her.

For a young adolescent during his sexual awakening, she was manna from heaven with her long blond hair, generous bosom, the flattering sweep of her hips, the roundness of her magnificent buttocks and long shapely legs, so who wouldn’t be impressed and horny at the sight of her.
For Paul the whole package made a most wonderful vision of sexuality which gladdened his young man’s eye and stirred his teenage loins.

 

It was from around about the time Paul turned 14 that Claire first became aware of the effect she was having on him, and she was so flattered that she began to give him little treats.

She would show him a generous expanse of shapely stockinged leg or bend over in front of him and give him the full benefit of her great round arse or present him with the vision of her gaping blouse and its overstuffed contents.

Paul really looked forward to the high days and holidays and as he got older and Claire realised, she was still able to affect him so did she.

The truth of the matter was that it really excited her to be able to make him squirm in his seat and cause a bulge in his pants almost at will, which she always noticed, as much as he tried to hide it from her, and she would always have to deploy her fingers to her pussy afterwards.

Claire wasn’t excited by arousing a young man because she was frustrated or anything of that nature, looking as she did, she was not short of male attention and her generous heart was fulfilled romantically and emotionally and she was very well served in the bedroom.

So, because her power over him excited her so much Claire decided as he had just turned seventeen, she would give him a very special Christmas present, and reward herself at the same time.

 

Claire positioned herself, on the sofa in the Morning Room, opposite the chair Paul was sitting in.

She knew instantly that she had his attention, so she slowly crossed her legs and exposed a tantalising expanse of thigh from her knee up to her stocking top.

As she sat there amidst the chattering family, she repeated the manoeuvre time after tantalising time and Paul’s eyes were transfixed on Claire’s delightful tableaux and then another adjustment of her posture disclosed not only both her stocking tops but everything beyond because she was naked underneath.
Paul could see right up her dress all the way up to her hairy heath, he glanced up and saw Claire was looking at him and smiling.

Paul went very red indeed, but he couldn’t stop looking at her and his eyes quickly returned to her muff.

They found themselves alone then and Claire upped the stakes when she began slowly opening her legs, wider and wider, showing him more and more until finally he could see everything, and he filled his pants with his seed.   
He wasn’t sure at first if she realised, he had just creamed his pants but when she smiled broadly at him, he knew and he was so embarrassed, but he couldn’t leave, not while she was watching because although he had emptied his sac his erection was still very much in evidence.

Claire felt no embarrassment whatsoever but what she did feel was extreme horniness, she always ended up turned on when she played her little games with Paul, and would need an immediate fingering, but watching him shoot his load in front of her really got Claire wet, and when she noticed the damp patch on his jeans, she decided she was going to have him.

But she knew it couldn’t be then, but she was resolved it was going to happen.

In the meantime, she would have to go immediately to her room to quell the fire that Paul had ignited in her with some furious fingering.

 

It was two days later when Claire got her way or more precisely had her way.

It was Boxing day when everyone was going on the traditional Boxing Day shoot, but not everyone was going, Paul being one of them, Claire was another.

After breakfast Paul went upstairs to his room to get his book, but soon realised he was not the only one upstairs, as he passed Claire’s open door he looked in and saw Claire standing beside the fourposter, where she removed her bra, then she turned her attention to her French knicker, pulling them down over her hips and letting gravity take them the rest of the way.

So now she was only wearing stockings, suspenders, and a seductive smile.

In typical teenager fashion the sight of the object of his lust removing her underwear brought an immediate swelling to his trousers which Claire was only too pleased to see.

“Come in and close the door” she said and when he had complied, she began unbuttoning his fly and added

“Let’s get this out, we don’t want it going off too soon”

So, Paul Tarling lost his virginity that Boxing Day morning to a woman ten years his senior, but she kept him entertained for most of the day and over the following week Aunty Claire continued his sexual education until the New Year.

But that Christmas was not the end of their lusty relationship, because the families gathered often throughout the year.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (453) Boxing Day Bonus Bang

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

On Boxing Day afternoon, the rest of the family had gone to Sharpington to see the Pantomime.

Johnny had already agreed to stay home and keep an eye on granddad, who had no interest in watching Aladdin with a rowdy audience of excited kids, so he was going to stay home and watch the Boxing Day sport, Chantal had told her mum she had bad stomach cramps so wanted to spend the afternoon in bed, what she actually wanted was to spend the afternoon being bedded, so after everyone had left for the afternoon he speared Chantal as she hung of his twin sisters bunk beds.

 

After about half an hour of laying in the post coital afterglow on the bottom bunk Chantal giggled as she laced her fingers around his shaft and tongued his ear while tugging on his cock.

“Oh, you want more do you?” he asked already knowing the answer

“I do” She replied

“Then get your gorgeous greedy arse into my bed while I check on granddad” he said

“Then I’ll give you some more”

“This is the best Christmas ever” Chantal said and giggled as she rushed out the door headed for his bedroom.

 

He pulled on a pair of joggers and a T-shirt and went downstairs to check on granddad, who he found asleep in the armchair, after checking that he actually was asleep and not in fact dead, he ran back upstairs.

 

She was under the duvet when he entered his bedroom, so he quickly undressed and joined her, and as soon as he settled beside her, she giggled and laced her fingers around his shaft.

“You’re keen,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear, then in a trice Chantal was above him and rubbing her sticky gash against his swollen organ provocatively, he was almost certain her fingers had been busy on her pussy in his absence, because in an instant she slowly slid down on him and like a whirlwind Chantal pumped herself on him again and again thrashing about above him like a ragdoll, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.

One after another she satisfied herself on his rod, and all he could do was grab her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs, until her frenetic pumping action quickened, and she came in a rousing crescendo and Chantal, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and panted contentedly

“Mmmmm” she exclaimed

“So much better than panto” he said

“Ohhh yes” she agreed smugly