Choice Tales from the Vale – (475) Dictation

 

Abbottsford is Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government and it is also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, where education often took a back seat to sexual desire and gratification.

“Ok you can come to my room” Fi said “but I don’t do kissing”

Which annoyed Johnny because he like kissing, he was a good kisser, but he agreed because she didn’t rule anything else out.

He followed her into her room where she quickly stripped off and got under the duvet and the moment he joined her, she wrapped her arms around him and said,

“Now you can touch me Johnny,”

He could tell instantly that she was going to be one of those, a giver of instructions, but he roughly frigged her pussy anyway, and after she’d climaxed, he tried to kiss her

“No don’t kiss me,” she said “I told you no kissing”

“Rub me some more Johnny,” she ordered

“Rub my pussy hard”

This went on for a while, he couldn’t have said say how long but he knew it was all getting a bit tedious and then she came again.

“Now you can lick my pussy” she said

“I don’t think so” he said “I’ve had enough of doing it by numbers”

“Just shut up and lick my pussy” she ordered “Now!”

“No, I don’t think I will, bossy arse” he snapped

“Lick my pussy” she demanded “Elaine told me you give great head, so give me head”

“No”

“But this is the way I like to do it” she insisted

“Until today” he said “Now we are doing it my way”

“But…” she began

“Stop talking” he barked “its sixty-nine time”

“Oh no I don’t do that” she said “I don’t kiss, and I don’t do that”

“Do as you’re told” he said “sit on my chest and suck my cock and when it’s in your mouth up to my balls I’ll nosh you”

Reluctantly she climbed on his chest with her juicy cunny inches from his face and then she consumed him up to his balls at the first attempt, so he began to sup from her juicy hole, but she didn’t stop sucking on him, but as soon as his expert tonguing brought her to another spine-tingling climax, she lifted her head from her task and turned to look at him and asked.

“Can you fuck me now please?”  

Choice Tales from the Vale – (474) Desecration

 

When he got her back to his room and they began to get into each other’s clothes he noticed, as she lay on the bed beneath him, her blouse unbuttoned and open, her trousers and underwear discarded on the floor, he noticed two things, which were major point droppers,

Firstly, she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, desecration as far as he was concerned and second, she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her mound which quite frankly he thought looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.

Even so they weren’t big enough point droppers to preventing him from spearing her, after all a shag is a shag.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (473) Final Appraisal

 

He gave her a good look over and his final appraisal was one of satisfaction, white silk blouse, no bra, classy with a hint sensuality. Flared skirt, long enough to preserve her modesty, but short enough to reveal the occasional glimpse of black stocking, but not enough to confirm whether they were hold ups or stockings with suspenders, but as she walked elegantly away on four-inch heels, he very much looked forward to finding out.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (472) Birthday Breakfast

Michael Stones was sat at the dining table with an empty plate in front of him, from which he had cleared every morsel of his full English birthday breakfast.

He had a mug of tea in one hand while the other one gripped the edge of the table rather firmly as his cousin Sally was under the table giving him a birthday blowjob.

His Dad walked into the room just a second or two after he’d emptied his sac into her mouth.

“Happy birthday son” his dad said and patted him on the back before returning the way he came in order to join his mum.

Michael had just taken a mouthful of tea when Dad suddenly asked

“Did you enjoy your birthday treat?”

And on hearing that question he almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the table.

“Steady son” his dad said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”

Well that comment didn’t help in the slightest. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (471) The Christmas Domestic Last Hurrah

 

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 over Christmas 1962, when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into the latter group.

Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited from his great uncle.

 

On his last day of his two weeks at the house, he was kept up later than he planned, as the family all wanted to have a farewell drink with him.

Although he enjoyed their company and was grateful for the sentiment, there was somewhere else he would have preferred to be.

He had arranged an assignation with cute housemaid Amy Galasso, with whom, following a chance encounter in the library on his first night, they had been having a satisfying and sustained affair.

It was after eleven o’clock when he got to his room and opened the door.

The light from the landing flooded into the room and in the centre of his bed was the unmistakable shape of his little housemaid laying in the foetal position with her back to him.

He closed the door and quickly undressed and joined her in bed, and cuddled up behind her, sliding one arm under her neck and wrapping it around her and resting his hand on her waist, while his other hand sought out her cute buttock, which was cold to his touch, which meant she hadn’t been there for long.

He began to caress the cold fleshy cheek until it began to warm, as did his ardour, as he caressed the subtle curves of her buttocks, slowly exploring every contour of its delicious shape until his fingers reached the radiant heat of her pussy.

Amy began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced around the wispy perimeter of her lips before his finger peeled her lips apart like opening a piece of ripe fruit and entered the creamy flesh inside.

She murmured coarsely in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand on her waist steadied her as he frigged her until she gasped. 

“Ohhhh Tristan” she said, “I thought you were never coming”

“I’m sorry” he said and kissed her shoulder, and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit the reached behind her and grabbed his cock as he continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.

With his cock in hand Amy wriggled her arse towards him and made a dreamy exclamation as he pushed his tip between her sticky lips.

“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him and was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired all day.

Amy was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again as he finished in a pulsating ejaculation.

 

“Well, that was worth waiting for” she said between pants.

“It was for me” Tristan replied

“A really nice one for our last time together” she said

“There’s more than that to come” Tristan replied

“Our last night together then” she said quietly    

“Do you want it to be our last night?” he asked

“Of course, not” she said, and her voice cracked

“Nor do I” Tristan said

“Really?” she asked and rolled over to face him

“Really” he replied

“Do you want me to come and be your housemaid?” she asked hopefully

“Absolutely not” he replied, and she was crestfallen “I want so much more”

“What are you saying?”

“I want you to come to New Zealand with me” he said

“You want me to be your housemaid in New Zealand?” she asked

“No”

“Your Housekeeper then” she said

“No, you silly girl, I want you to be a farmer’s wife” he explained

“What farmer?”

“This farmer” he said and pointed at his chest

Suffice is to say the news was well received and they fucked again that night and twice again the next morning.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (470) Guiltless

 

After Jo had finished despoiling him for his 21st birthday treat she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Because she loved her husband and used Paul simply for sex she felt no guilt, Jo had never been unfaithful to her husband until she had that overwhelming urge to join Paul in the shower that first time on that hot Saturday afternoon.

She didn’t regret satisfying that urge or any of the many other such urges to overcome her since.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (469) Keeping it in the Family

 

Lesley Willis had already gone to work, and her sister Caroline was baking in the kitchen, so Danny went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open, and a small figure walk in.

Without speaking Danny watched through the steamy glass as the figure undressed, he couldn’t see detail, but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade, but it was enough, and his imagination did the rest.

When the shower door opened Caroline paused briefly and was completely naked in front of him.

“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside with her eyes never leaving the erection he was sporting “And a large one”

At twenty-five years of age, he was not without experience with women, but Caroline was something else, she was like a ravenous beast, and he was the prey, far more than her sister.

He had only gone upstairs to shower but getting dirty with her for the first time made him really hungry for the many other occasions.