Choice Tales from the Vale – (559) Christmas Silk

 

George Turner was twenty years old and knew that his Godmothers sixteen-year-old daughter Laverne Josephs wanted him to pop her cherry, after all she’d been telling him she did since she was twelve. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, or that he didn’t want to “shit on his own doorstep”, his hesitancy was because he was waiting for her to turn “16” or put another way, for her to be “legal”.

On the day before her big day, he called round to the Joseph’s house and knocked on the door, and as Laverne had seen him approach from her bedroom window, it was her that opened the door.

“Hello George” she said with a blush on her cheeks.

“Happy birthday for tomorrow” he responded and handed her two presents, and then as he kissed her cheek, and added in a whisper.

“Make sure you’re on your own when you open the big one”.

 

Early the next morning she got a phone call from him.

“Happy Birthday”

“Thank you” Laverne said, “and thank you for my lovely presents”.

“Do you like them?”

“I really do” she replied, “But I have a question”.

“Ok”

“Does it mean what I think it means?” she asked nervously.

“What do you think it means?”

“That you’re going to pop my cherry” she said.

“Yes, that is what it means” he replied, and she gasped.

“When?”

“Tomorrow” he replied, and she gasped again.

 

He knew he had the house to himself for the weekend as his parents were away in Scotland visiting his grandparents.

She would have been at the house after breakfast as she was very eager but restrained herself as much as she could and arrived midmorning.

After letting her in, he kissed her cheek and gave her a hug, then he took her upstairs to his parent’s room to get ready.

“You can use the ensuite to get ready and I’ll be back in half an hour”.

“Ok” she replied meekly so he squeezed her hand.

 

While Laverne was in his parent’s room getting ready, he was in his own room doing the same.

He showered, shaved, and dried himself but didn’t bother to redress and walked into the bedroom wearing only a towel and she was stood with her back to him.

Laverne was only wearing the red silk underwear he had bought her, matching camiknickers, and camisole, along with a high-quality red stockings and suspender belt.

George walked up behind her and dropped his towel before wrapping his arms around her and Laverne slipped her arms over his and as she leant back into him, hugging her back his loins responded immediately and his erection was quickly digging into her back.
George inclined his head and leant over and kissed her, she responded immediately and their tongues explored each other’s mouths vigorously.
They stood in that embrace squeezing each other tightly for some time as his arousal grew and Laverne was hot and wet.
George released his grip on her and rested his hands lightly on her waist as he moved slowly onto his knees.

Laverne visibly trembled as he hooked his fingerers inside the waist band of her red camiknickers and pulled them down over her slim hips, they slipped down with great ease against her silky skin and over her tight young cheeks, and they tumbled quickly down to her ankles, from where she kicked them aside.
George kissed the small of her back, his lips brushing gently across her skin and she trembled as he fondled her perfect round cheeks.

He stood up effortlessly and his hands settled on her narrow hips again and then as he nuzzled her neck they moved across her soft flat belly before they slipped upwards beneath her camisole and cupped her firm little breasts and he teased her nipples to erection.
George kissed the nape of her neck while still caressing her breasts and then he whispered in her ear and Laverne pulled her camisole off over her head.
Completely naked, but for stockings and suspenders, and blushing she turned to look at him and he kissed her mouth eagerly then he pushed her gently forward so she could kneel on the bed.

He relinquished his hold on her lovely tits with their stiff proud peaks and moved his hands back to her hips and bent her over at the waist, she was like putty in his hands and totally compliant, he could have done anything he wanted to her, which he was about to do.

But first he knelt behind her again and smiled as he admired her pristine pink pussy, her lips were parted and wet, very very, wet but he resisted the temptation to lick them, he would do that, but not at that moment, after all he had two days to do whatever he wanted, instead he fingered her juicy young cunny, as he kissed her plump cheek, until she was ready for him, which didn’t take long.

He stood up behind her and teased her wet lips with the tip of his throbbing erection before thrusting firmly into her.

Laverne gasped, first in pain as he broke her hymen and then again in pleasure as he thrust again, more deeply.
Her taught young body ebbed and flowed with the steady rhythm of his penetrations, until she came noisily once, twice, three times and collapsed onto the bed when he had finished with her and he withdrew from her juicy cunny.
George then bent down and kissed the small of her back, before climbing on the bed beside her.

 

By the time she went home on Sunday evening she had been fucked multiple times, and she was very satisfied with her extra Birthday gifts.

However not so satisfied that she didn’t want to repeat the experience for Christmas and New Year.

This went on regularly for several years in secret until they were married 10 years after he popped her cherry.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (558) Meat Substitute

 

It was a week before Christmas and Downshire was blanketed in snow and many roads were closed across the county.

Liz Steer and Tracey McIntosh were university students in Abbottsford and shared a room in an HMO and Liz had noticed that her roommate was a bit short tempered and irritable, she knew it wasn’t her period because that had been the week before.

“What’s the matter babe, you seen a bit tense?” Liz asked.

“I’m as horny as fuck” Tracey snapped, and Danny and his lovely cock is stuck in Northchapel because of the bloody snow.

“Well in that case I will just say “Yellow Pages”“ she suggested.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Let your fingers do the walking babe” Liz explained.

“I already have” Tracey said, “Three times already”.

“Oh, dear oh dear” Tracey said and laughed “You’d better try something from my toy box then”.

Her “Toy Box” consisted of an assortment of dildoes, vibrators, love eggs and the like and as Liz left the room Tracey had already opened the draw where the toy box resided.

Liz smiled as she went into the bathroom to freshen up then 5 minutes later, she recrossed the landing and quietly re-entered the bedroom.

Tracey was sitting in bed with her back against the headboard with knees drawn up, thighs apart and her hands thrusting the pink vibrator in her juicy hole.

“Still not satisfied?” Liz asked.

“Nooooo” she replied through gritted teeth.

“Oh dear” Liz said and slipped off her robe to reveal her gorgeous naked body.

“What are you doing?” Tracey asked suspiciously.

“I’m going to help you to cum” she replied, “really hard”.

“Ohhhkkkay” she stammered “But I thought you were straight”.

“No, I’m Bi, I like cock and cunny” Liz explained.

“But I’m straight” Tracey pointed out.

“Well, if that’s true why are you still wanking your hole while staring at my bod?” Liz asked as she pulled the duvet down the bed to expose her slutty masturbating friend’s body.

Without speaking, Tracey withdrew the sticky dildo from her juicy  hole and threw it aside so Liz could replace it with her tongue.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (557) Christian Jamboree

 

Peter Nowland was staying at a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

He was there for the Downshire Church Jamboree in early spring when the whole site had been booked for the Christian festival and all the Churches in the County attended and Peter was with the group from St Cuthberts.

Apart from being a theology student Twenty-three-year-old Peter was also a keen runner and he was out at first light on Saturday morning to get in a few miles before breakfast.

He was cold and wet when he got back to the campsite and decided his first priority was a hot shower, so he grabbed his wash kit and a towel and headed to the shower block.

 

He had a lovely hot shower but as soon as he turned off the shower, he realized he’d left his towel on the bench outside the cubicle, so he shook as much of the water off him as possible before opening the door and stepping out.

 

Ellie Batty was a 35-year-old Sunday School teacher who was widely considered in church circles to be an old maid so you would expect the effects on her to be quite profound after entering the shower block at the precise moment a fit you man stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from his nipples and running down his ripped torso and onto his huge cock,

“Oh my God” she exclaimed.

She didn’t look at the owners face at that point, she was more interested in his huge dong, it wasn’t porn film huge and it was admittedly flaccid, but nonetheless it was an impressive piece of meat, and although people thought her an old maid, she was no virgin, and she didn’t have an excessively large number of male members to compare it too, it was certainly the largest specimen she had ever seen, and she could only imagine it aroused, which was arousing her, which was when she looked at the face of cocks owner.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed again and hurriedly opened the door and left.

 

Although most of the senior church members where housed in the chalets however Ellie was staying in the converted signal box, and by the time she had walked back from the shower block she was very aroused as she reran the images of the huge cock through her mind but she wasn’t sure how much of her arousal was due to the fact that the young man with the huge dong was a former Sunday school student of hers.

 

Peter was mortified, partly because he had exposed himself to his former Sunday School teacher, but also because he hadn’t realized it was a unisex facility and he could have exposed himself to any number of women or girls.

So, after getting dried he returned to his tent to get changed and then went in search of Miss Batty so he could apologize profusely for his thoughtless behaviour.

 

When he reached the signal box, he walked up the wooden steps and the closer he got to the door the more he thought he could hear very unusual noises, which he could not place, so fearing the worst he opened the door and realized the unusual noises would be better described as unchristian.  

Ellie Batty was propped up on the bottom bunk, half naked and was pleasuring her pussy with a pink dildo, a scene which Peter could not draw his gaze from, so he stood outside the door spying on her through the partly open door and he got a huge erection as he watched.

Ellie only discovered that she had an audience when Peter pushed the door open and stepped into the room, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion Ellie just carried on, and the fact that she had an audience just made her hotter.

“Oh, miss Batty, you’re so horny “ Peter gasped.

“Please God don’t cum in your pants” she begged.

As he continued to watch the pink dildo doing its work, Peter pulled his shirt off over his head and she was watching just as intently, then he kicked off his shoes, before he unbuttoned his shorts.

“Oh my God” she exclaimed wide eyed as the flaccid phallus she had seen in the shower block was now fully erect.

“Jeeezus” she exclaimed as she continued to wank her hole between her juicy lips more furiously than ever until she exclaimed again in orgasm then she cast the sticky dildo aside and turned around until she was on all fours, displaying her moist pink gash for him to spear, which he duly did in a mutually satisfying union.

And it was a union oft repeated both during that weekend and at every possible occasion that they could engineer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (556) Christmas Surprise

 

Student Doctor Darren Carver had just finished a twelve-hour Christmas Day shift at the Winston Churchill Hospital and as soon as he returned to the house, he shared with three other Student Doctors, his first action was to have a shower.

After a long hot shower, he wrapped a towel around him and lay on his bed and he only lasted about a minute before the long blinks set in, which quickly led to sleep.

The only thing that awoke him from his coma was his awareness that someone was sucking on his cock.

His first thought was to ask who the hell it was, that was performing a very delicious act on him, in his room, on his bed, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes when the blonde head that had been performing fellatio on him suddenly bobbed up.

“You” he said, when he recognised his assailant was a fellow Student Doctor, Rosie Brown, who had been nothing but an antagonist since the moment she had moved in, apparently, she was now showing her true colours.

“Yes, do you mind?” Rosie asked,

“Not for a minute, Happy Christmas” he replied and with his acquiescence she impaled herself on him and rode him like a slutty rag doll to a shuddering orgasm.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (555) The Shape of Sisterhood

 

Stuart Burdett and his girlfriend Stacey Howard had a houseguest over Christmas in the shape of Stacey’s younger sister Chrissy, and it was Chrissy’s shape that led to Stuart shagging her at every and all opportunities over the festive period.

This was largely facilitated by the fact that Stacey worked rolling shifts at the airport as a Border Force Guard and he worked from home.

It was on the day before New Year Eve when normal service was resumed in Stuart’s house after Stacey returned home after a twelve-hour shift and he had her laying bent across his lap, her black uniform trousers down around her knees and her navy-blue knickers halfway down her thighs and the white uniform shirt halfway up her back.

All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking that her great white globes had just received, she loved a spanking and she was delirious with pleasure.

There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Stacey’s pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double-digit ministrations elicited some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang which he picked up with his dry hand.

It was Chrissy,

“Hi Stuart, thanks for putting me up this week” she said, “and for putting it up me”.

“No problem” he said, his fingers still deep into Stacey’s wetness.

“I suppose you’ll be putting it up my sister tonight”.

“Oh yes any minute” he replied.

“Lucky cow”

“Your time will come” he said.

“So, will you” she retorted “Bye, Happy New Year”.

“Yes, Happy New Year” 

He looked down at Stacey squirming on his lap with her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her hairy hole and thought she was oblivious to the content of his conversation or even who it was with, she may even have been oblivious to fact that the phone had even rung.

But the phone call and Chrissy’s salacious flirting had added to his already mounting arousal which her elder sister would soon benefit from.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (554) Seduction Intent

 

Third year University friends Sam Evans and Simon Hine were walking and camping amidst the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, and on their second day they met another two students, Susan Chandy and Rose Apigo who were freshers, and decided they would stick together.

Simon had been away birdwatching, and it was dusk by the time he got back to the tents, he could hear the tell-tale sound of someone going at it in the girl’s tent.

He assumed it was Sam nailing one of them, he hoped it was Susan, the ginger one, because he fancied the little blonde, Rose.

When he got inside the tent, he was surprised to see that it was occupied, so he assumed it wasn’t Sam getting his balls wet in the neighbouring tent.

The light was fading fast, so he used the light on his phone to see what he was doing, and he was surprised to see directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, a most perfect round naked arse, and it was not the arse of his friend and nor was it the arse of a man.

The figure was laying with her back to him on in the foetal position, partially covered by the sleeping bag.

He knelt down and put his hand on the firm young buttock and it was cold to his touch, so he began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.

He still didn’t know which of the girls it was but at the precise moment he didn’t really care, they were both fit enough to shag.

He caressed around the full curve of her buttocks until his fingers reached her hairy pussy.

She began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced across her lip before his finger peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.

She murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he worked on her and then she gasped. 

“Ohhhh” she exclaimed “That’s so good”.

Rose grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her gash and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.

“I hope you don’t mind me being here, I couldn’t get into our tent as Susan’s getting a portion from Sam” she explained.

“Yes, I heard them in action as I came past” he said
“I’m glad you’re here” he said as he undid his trousers as Rose wriggled her way onto her knees and presented her pussy to him as he knelt behind her with cock in hand.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day”.

“Mmmmm” Rose exclaimed as he pushed his helmet between her sticky lips. “I think you would have been just as happy if it was Susan’s pussy you were about to fuc….”

“Oh God” she exclaimed as he followed through with the rest of him.

As he was pounding her pussy and he groped at her tits, he had to agree that she was right he would have been just as happy to be ball deep in Susans ginger minge, but he was glad it was his little blonde. As he groped her tits, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Rose was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired since the moment she entered the tent.

She was gripping the frame of the tent and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the tent shook and she juddered again, and Simon finished in a pulsating ejaculation.

“What was it you were saying about Susan?” he asked between pants.

“I don’t remember” Rose said.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (553) The Squatter

 

Third year University friends Sam Evans and Simon Hine were walking and camping amidst the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, and on their second day they met another two students, Susan Chandy and Rose Apigo who were freshers, and decided they would stick together.

One evening Sam was walking down by the beck, he had seen Susan heading that way and he was keen to catch her up.

It wasn’t long before he came upon her and she was squatting beside the stream, shorts and knickers around her knees and T-skirt hoisted up around her middle, her thick strawberry blonde bush clearly visible to him, as she released a jet of piss against the rocks.
“Sorry” he said without averting his gaze “I didn’t mean to interrupt” “Oh you made me jump” she said, though she wasn’t fazed by it at all
“Do you have a tissue?” she asked,

“No but I have a hankie” he replied and passed it to her and then he stood transfixed as she wiped herself and she was smiling at him he as he looked on.

“Are you enjoying the show?” she asked.

“I am” he replied, and she blushed a little and then said,

“Come closer”

As he walked towards her she stood up so she faced him and he couldn’t help noticing her shorts and knickers were still around her knees and her t-shirt was still around her middle so her hairy minge was still very much on display.
Susan smiled as she noticed where his gaze had fallen and tucked the front of the shirt under the front of her bra to make sure her bush remained visible, and then she kissed him as her hand found the bulge in his jeans.

“How did this happen?” she said as she caressed the lump in his trousers.

“I thought you fancied Rose, but I seem to have made your cock hard”.

She stared at him and smiled as she stroked the bulge and then kissed him again as she released his cock and he wondered what made her think he fancied Rose.
He was still pondering that question when she suddenly squatted down in front of him and Sam closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him, but then he began to feel delicate, soft and gently kisses on his sensitive bell and her tongue flicked around his helmet giving quick feather light licks, until that sublime moment when all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Susan’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly as he looked down and could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him as her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft.

“Oh” he gasped and was fast approaching the point of no return.

But his was not the first cock she’d had in her mouth, and she expertly took him to the brink three times before her lips smacked one last time as her mouth released his saliva-soaked cock.

“Did you enjoy that?” She asked and kissed his helmet before standing up.

“Oh yes Susan” he said and kissed her forehead.

“Then you’re going to love the next bit even more” she said as she slowly pulled up her drawers over her strawberry blonde thatch.

“I can’t wait” he said as he watched her pull her shorts up.

“That’s what I was hoping for” she said and ran giggling up the bank, but she stopped briefly at the top and called.

“Come on, put your stalk away and follow me to my tent”.