Wednesday 11 January 2023

Choice Tales from the Vale – (484) Springtime in Paris

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived, and Mike was getting ready to go away for a dirty weekend with Sue.

They had already spent one dirty night at a Hotel in London.

“Right let’s get packed” Mike said and got up even though Sue really wanted to fuck again but getting packed distracted her sufficiently and half an hour later they were in a taxi and an hour after that they were on the Eurostar.

Once they had disembarked at Gare du Nord, they made their way quickly to the taxi rank and joined the queue.

Mike always thought it was a strange feeling getting into a taxi in a foreign country, not knowing your way around and not knowing the language.

In Paris it was even stranger because the cabby doesn’t know his way around the city, and he can’t speak the language either.

There is nothing quite as disconcerting as getting into a taxi and the drivers first act after you’ve given him the address is to immediately reach for an A to Z like they did the first time he crossed the channel at least in the 21st century they had satnavs.

That said the driver seemed to quickly plan his route and get them on their way and they arrived promptly at the Hilton Hotel and Sue disembarked open mouthed.

“Like it?”

“Very much” she replied “Now let’s get inside so I can get your balls wet” 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (483) Lusty Former Ugly Duckling’s

 

Fraternal twins Kerry and Connie Martyn were ugly ducklings, plain, pimply, and chubby, they were the sort of girls that everyone liked, everyone wanted to have as friends, but nobody wanted to go out with, nobody wanted to kiss, and there was most definitely no queue of boys lining up to take their cherries.

But that all changed between Christmas and the spring bank holiday, the puppy fat melted away, the pimples disappeared, and their plain faces took on a very different countenance and suffice is to say they got hot, just in time for their sixteenth birthdays.

once they were of age which was important to them both, even before they became desirable and the ugly ducklings metamorphosed into beautiful Swans, all they needed

was an appropriate candidate for their lust, which meant it needed  someone suitable to pop their cherrie’s.

It needed to be someone good looking but not too good looking, someone fit enough and have stamina enough to service two girls.

Likeable enough, but not too confident with girls, a lovable type, even though they weren’t looking for love, they we're just looking for lust,

But they didn’t want someone so confident and likeable that they would go looking for lust elsewhere, they wanted someone they could control and manipulate, who would focus all his attentions on them.

It didn't take too long to spot the perfect specimen, he was another late bloomer, a bit of a nerd and another virgin, who was in their year at school, and lived in their street, who was, like them on study leave.

All they had to do was get his attention, so they chose matching outfits of tight white tops which showed off their perky braless breasts beautifully, surmounted by dark erected nipples which protruded deliciously, and very tight leggings which defined their  camel toes to perfection.

It was a cold morning so the slipped their coats on but were careful to leave them open enough to ensure the cold air kept their nipples erect.

“I hope this works” Connie said doubtfully

“Of course, it’ll work” Kerry assured her “Look at us, we’re gorgeous,  I’d have sex with me”

“You already do” Connie pointed out “Everyday”

“I won’t need to today” Kerry said confidently, after all they just needed to get inside the house, and the way they were dressed would achieve that, then once inside it would be easy to get inside his clothes so that they could get him inside them.

They knocked on the door and opened their coats wide in order to give him the full effect and when Sam Frost opened it, he stood staring at them open mouthed before Kerry said

“Hello Sam, like what you see?”

But before he had a chance to answer Kerry pushed him into the house and Connie followed on and closed the door behind her.

 

The girls had him sandwiched on the sofa where there was a good deal of kissing but not much else as they were all a bit clueless and then Connie began stroking the lump in his jeans until she shouted in alarm   

“I think he’s going to cum in his pants!”

“Oh no he’s not” Kerry barked “He’s Cumming in me”

She got up and pushed him sideways, so he was laying down

“Help me get his cock out” she ordered and began undoing his jeans “Quickly, quickly” she said as Connie pulled his jeans and pants down and she undressed, wriggling out of her leggings, and pulling her top off over her head.

Connie stroked his cock to full erection watched as her sister straddled him and lowered her tight young pussy on to his shaft and saw her wince as she broke her own hymen after which she warmed to her task.

Then Connie undressed to because she knew she was going to be next and when she was naked, she sat on Sam’s face.

 

When Kerry had juddered and shuddered her way to orgasm, she smugly dismounted and Connie, who was being noshed towards her climax fell forward and took Sam’s wilting cock in her mouth. 

After expertly reviving Sam’s manhood Connie popped her cherry on it and Kerry took her turn sitting on his face.

 

The girls were sitting on the sofa with their legs spread wide while they absentmindedly fingered their pussies while Sam knelt on the floor watching.

“You’d better eat something” Kerry said

“He can eat this” Connie suggested as she stroked herself

 “I’m serious” Kerry said

“So am I” Connie retorted

“You’re going to need your strength for this afternoon” Kerry pointed out

“But Stuart’s coming round this afternoon”

“Stuart Russell?” Connie asked

“Yes, we have chemistry revision”

“Oh, goody more nerd cock” Connie purred

“Even more reason to eat something” Kerry reiterated

“I agree, Now forget about chemistry and concentrate on Biology oral” she said as she guided his head towards her ginger freckled fanny

“I’ll make the sandwiches then” Kerry said and laughed

 

When Sam finished eating Connie out, they all ate lunch and as soon as Stuart Parkes arrived the girls pounced and deflowered another nerd.

After the day when the former ugly ducklings fucked the science nerds limp in their clumsy, sweaty introduction to the carnal pleasures, they spent as much of their study leave and almost all of the summer holidays experimenting, improving, and perfecting the art.

Either in twosomes, threesomes, or foursomes until in September, shortly before they went to college, the girls decided which one of the nerd cocks they were going to content themselves with.

Connie chose Sam because of the size of his cock whereas Kerry wanted Stuart because of his stamina,  and they never regretted their choices

Choice Tales from the Vale – (482) Noisy Nookie

Nigel Kirk liked having sex, and when he got lucky, he liked them noisy when he was on the nest, once he got a girl warmed up, he enjoyed making them bellow, it was also a pleasure to have a vixen from behind and make her bite the pillow.

Even when shagging al fresco, he loved to make them howl in the woods or bay at the moon in the park or scream at the top of their lungs in some dark deserted alley, it was the audible appreciation that really rings his bell.


Choice Tales from the Vale – (481) Fantasies

Billy Drew fantasized about role playing and dressing up, he dreamed of hot women wearing uniforms, military or police, nurses, or nuns, and he would be dressed as a centurion

or a gladiator when he mounted them.
He wanted to play doctors and nurses, vicars and tarts, master and slave, butler and parlour maid, teacher, and pupil, when he and his willing partners could act out his fantasies of filth.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (480) Crumpet Man

 

Terry Argent was a crumpet man, and he didn’t care who he did it with, vamp, tart, bimbo, intellectual, or intelligently spectacled.
Nor did he care about physical type, dimensions, or proportions, whether tall or pencil thin, pear shaped, round or an hourglass figure.
He didn’t have a particular eye colour he favoured, hair could be long, short or none at all, they could be blonde, brunette, black or red.

Piercings, tattoo's, he could take or leave, and pubic hair could be wild or tamed, Brazilian’s, vajazzled or waxed and breasts of all sizes were acceptable from flat chests to voluminous jugs that escaped their garments like deploying airbags.

So, Terry really wasn’t fussy his only stipulations for all his conquests was that they had a pulse and were willing.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (479) Sex Addict

 

Eric Dyer liked sex, any and all sex, and when he wasn’t doing it, he was thinking about doing it, he liked spooning in bed, doing it on all fours like beasts, he liked it missionary, having a honey straddling him like a monkey on a stick.

He wasn’t fussy how or where, whether mounting them roughly from behind, bondage or spanking, a bit of oral, maybe the wheelbarrow, or a knee trembler against a wall.
All he asked was the recipient was at least a little animated when they were at it, and not motionless like a resuscitation doll.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (478) Clerical Lust

 

“I’ve spent my whole life denying myself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, so I for one don’t believe God would punish me, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head, if for no other reason than to prove I’m still alive”

The Vicar said as she climbed on top of the Verger and impaled her tight cunny onto his waiting cock.