Choice Tales from the Vale – (563) Christmas Folklore

 

Doctor Dan Butcher walked into the on-call room to find Sister Jess Jonhson standing there.

“Hello Sister” he said suspiciously.

“Happy Christmas” she responded and held up a sprig of mistletoe, so he walked up and kissed her, and it was a very hot passionate kiss.

“Is there anything in Christmas folklore about shagging under the mistletoe?” he asked hopefully when she let him come up for air. 

“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then kissed him.

“Where would you like it, Sister Johnson?” he asked between kisses.

“Here will suffice I don’t want to be late for my shift” she replied as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his trousers.

“Just don’t spaff your love custard on my uniform”

Then she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long, she was tugging roughly on his cock.

After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over resting her elbows on the table and wiggled her round arse at him.

Apparently, she was ready to go so he shuffled up behind her and began tugging her uniform up over her arse, which was naked.

“Where are your knickers and tights?” he asked.

“In my handbag” she replied.

“Of course, they are” he responded and undid the zip of her uniform and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her unfettered tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock, it appeared her was also in her handbag.

But every time she was about to engulf him, he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes, so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight hairy fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans she was emitting were like encores.

So, he pounded on her harder and faster and the applause grew, her vocalizing grew, the electric pace grew, and the wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like baying wolf calls, they both came, and the slutty Sister lay spent and disgraced bent over the table with his twitching cock still inside her.

“Happy Christmas” he said but she just sighed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (562) Forbidden Fruit

 

Nineteen-year-old Nick Hudswell had always had good luck with girls and could always charm his way into their knickers without too much effort.

But when his Auntie Karen and his cousin Julie Johnstone

came to visit for Christmas his mother warned him in no uncertain terms that Julie’s knickers were out of bounds and if he laid a finger on his innocent seventeen-year-old cousin, she would chop his willy off.

Under the threat of castration, he did exactly as he was told, and gave her a wide berth for the first two days even though it was difficult because she was gorgeous.

But on Christmas Eve when he was on his way to his room, he bumped into her as she came out of the bathroom all damp and freshly showered wearing a towelling dressing gown and as he thought he was alone in the house it made him jump.

“It’s ok Nick I don’t bite” she said and giggled as she walked to her room.

 

Once safely inside his room he found himself imagining what was under Julie’s robe and partly because she was forbidden fruit he was very soon aroused.

So, he got himself undressed in preparation of going for a shower where he could deal with his erection.

He picked up a towel and was just heading for the door when it suddenly opened, and Julie walked in and kicked the door shut behind her.

“Very nice” Julie said as she stared at his cock “Very nice indeed”.

Then she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped it to the floor, revealing her nakedness, which was even better than he imagined, tall and slender with long shapely legs, perfect breasts surrounded with rosebud nipples, a firm young body, and a lush hairy bush.

In his lusty imaginations she was dripping wet but now she was all dry perfumed and powdered.

“Wow” he exclaimed.

“You like it?”

“Of course, but I’ve been warned on pain of death not to sully my young cousin” he explained.

“That’s very sweet, but that ship has sailed, you’re about three years too late to save my virtue”.

Julie walked towards him and kissed him, and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek while she put hers on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.

His other hand cupped one of her breasts and her spare hand started rubbing her slit.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, she pushed him back violently, so he was sitting on the bed, she stood in front of him and sucked the juice off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down on his shaft.

Nick let out a gasp and Julie released a long soft moaning sigh.

“I’ve wanted your cock inside me since I was thirteen” Julie said and laughed before kissing him urgently on the mouth.

As she did so she rose and fell on him sliding her tight hot pussy up and down his shaft moaning softly with each penetration, her lips sliding from tip to root and greased his balls with her juice.

Suddenly she stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying, “Get on your back”.

Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their umami tang and he eagerly obliged.

It wasn’t long before she was writhing with pleasure as he devoured her flesh then she shuddered and moaned in orgasm.

Julie sighed and then she was off him again and crawling up the bed throwing herself down when she reached the pillows ending up on her back with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juices.

“Now come and fuck me,” Julie said giggling.

Nick rapidly crawled up the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her belly, her plump tits and then sucking her teat before he reached her mouth.

When their tongues engaged his throbbing cock homed in on her crack and he was in her pussy deeply, her thighs gripped him tight while he pounded on her, the pace increasing steadily, faster, and faster and they moaned and grunted in unison as they sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity, and both exploded in utter ecstasy.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (561) Out of Bounds

Twenty-year-old Patrick Winter had always had good luck with girls and could always charm his way into their knickers without too much effort.

But when foreign exchange student Florence Gilbert came to stay his mother warned him in no uncertain terms that Florence’s knickers were out of bounds and if he laid a finger on her she would chop his todger off, and for two weeks he did exactly as he was told even though it was difficult because she was gorgeous.

However, one day he thought he’d have a shower before he went out for the evening, so he undressed in his room, then wrapped a towel around his middle and headed for the bathroom and without hesitating he opened the door and walked in just as Florence stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body.

She was really beautiful, tall with long shapely legs, round firm breasts and a glorious hairy bush, which was even more luxuriant than any other he had seen, and he’d seen more than a few.

Patrick stood staring at Florence’s magnificent body for far longer than he should have but he struggled to draw his eyes away.

Then he suddenly blurted out,

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think”.

At which point she grabbed the towel and covered herself and he headed hurriedly out the door to his room, repeating his mantra.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry”.

When he reached the sanctuary of his room, he took his towel off and glanced down.

“Oh, just perfect, you’re not helping the situation at all” he said to his erection.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing” he chastised it “Mum said she’s out of bounds or you’re for the chop”.

Patrick stood there for an indeterminate period, with his hands on his head muttering to his erect penis.

“I suppose I’m going to have to deal with you in a minute” he said to him with his mind still full of vivid pictures of her nakedness and then the door opened suddenly, and Florence stepped in wearing a dressing gown and stared down at his erect cock.

“I’m so sor…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence and then reached out and began tugging on his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (560) Christmas Sauna

 

It was the weekend of the company Christmas Party and Mario Manzinni arrived on the Friday night, most members of staff wouldn’t be arriving until Saturday because the company were only paying for one night’s accommodation, he was a single man with no commitments, so he decided to make a weekend of it.

Those staff members who had turned up for the extra night were the heavy drinkers, so he avoided them as he was a recovering alcoholic, his plan was to use the gym, sauna, and pool before bed.

After using the gym, he showered and wrapped a towel around his middle and when he reached the sauna and took a seat on the bottom bench at the end of the room.

He was enjoying the quiet and the solitude, but he was only there for about 10 minutes and the door opened and an attractive young woman with caramel coloured skin and wearing a yellow bikini walked in, it was a girl from the accounts department, Rose Beet, who he only knew by sight and to nod and smile to.

However, he liked what he saw in front of him at that moment, especially her dark erect nipples standing proud through the flimsy yellow fabric, however as lovely as they were his eyes were drawn to the crotch of her bottoms which were already sporting a wet patch the size and shape of a two-pound coin.

Rose noticed where his gaze had fallen and smiled so to refocus his attention, she removed her top and displayed her cute brown muffins topped by dark chocolate nipples before kneeling in front of Mario and kissed him.

Mario’s hands were quickly inside her briefs and Rose tore at his towel with eager hands then she chewed and tongued at his ear as her fingers played along the length of his cock.

Finally he pulled her briefs off over her feet and they were both naked.
He squeezed and sucked at her breasts, sucking hard on her misshaped teats as his fingers rummaged through her thick bush.
Rose never relinquished her hold on his cock until she decided to move things along by pushing him back so he was lying on the bench before sitting on Mario’s chest and presented him with the view of her moist minge as she leant forward and consumed him.    

As she greedily sucked on his shaft he began to drink deeply from her velvet cup and her body writhed and moaned above him as he brought her to a rhythmic climax and she performed on his organ and took him to the brink of oral ecstasy.
However she stopped short and ended the oral converse and panting and sweating in the steamy sauna she slid down him and impaled her hot cunny on his saliva soaked cock and began working on him in earnest and he held her hips as she writhed, moaned and grunted on him until she had finished with him.

After a brief sweaty post coital period laying on the benches in the steaming room they went for a naked swim in the pool before adjourning to his room for round two, but in truth they were there until the next afternoon.

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.