Chapter 14: Inside the Red Room Again

This story follows on directly from Chapter 13

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street, Cate and her cousin Theresa live at number 14.

To read all of Cate's stories click here.

To read all of Theresa's stories click here.

I was in a strange situation. I was at the Red Room night club with Cate and she had introduced me to her cousin Theresa. Theresa had asked me to take care of her. I had watched three complete strangers cum over her in the men's toilets.

She had cum on her face, cum on her tits and cum all over her black satin dress.

I had tried my best to clean her up with my handkerchief. Like a gentleman I cleaned away the drying jizz from her chin. I tried my best to clean the spunk from her black satin dress but I was afraid it had stained it.

She said, "Thank you for cleaning me up. You're so kind. I don't know how I got into such a mess."

We went back out on the dance floor. The music was too loud.

Theresa was all tits and ass, she still looked gorgeous but I could still spot the cum stains on her dress. She found her cousin Cate and started giggling and laughing. I guess Theresa was telling her what  had just happened.

Every guy in the venue was looking at these two amazing young woman. With their bright red hair and their tight evening dresses they managed to be both classy and sexy at the same time.

Theresa was a juggernaut. A size 16 beauty with an ass that could eat a rugby team. She wore red heels with sexy little ankle straps.

Cate was slim, neat and tidy with a tight bubble ass and sexy little tits. She wore a red cocktail dress and long black gloves. She always wore glasses. I dreamt of coming on them.

The girls were laughing and pointing at me. Eventually Cate walked over. 

She shouted something at me. I couldn't hear, the music was too loud.

She said it again but I still couldn't hear.

She got right in my ear and said, "Will you take care of me too?"

I said, "I won't let anything bad happen to you."

She said, "Follow me."

She sauntered over to the men's toilets and I followed her. I couldn't stop staring at her ass.

Everybody in the night club had seen me come out of the gents with Theresa. Everybody saw me go back in with Cate.

When we got inside the toilet the music got quieter. We could hear each other speak.

"What are we doing in here?" I asked. "What's going on?"

"Ever since I was young I've been in competition with my cousin. I can't let her beat me."

"I just watched three complete strangers come over your cousin," I said.

"I know," said Cate. "Now she's out there rounding up some boys for me. Will you stay here with me and make sure nothing bad happens?"

"Something bad will happen." I said. "You are asking complete strangers to empty themselves on you. Do you not care what they look like? Who they are?"

"Not really," she said. "I mean it's not like I'm going to let them fuck me is it?"

Cate lead me into a toilet cubicle. She hitched her red dress up. She had slinky black panties on. She sat on the toilet and pulled her panties down her long white legs.

"You don't mind if I have a pee whilst we wait do you?" she asked.

I could hear Cate's pee splashing inside the toilet bowl.

I'm a man of forty and here I was watching a girl in her twenties pee in a public lavatory.

The door to the cubicle was pushed open. A thick lump-headed man came in. He looked at me and Cate and said, "A girl outside said there was a slut in here who needed to be jerked over?"

"That would be me," said Cate.

"Don't mind me," I said. "I'm just here to watch."

Behind the lump-head was another guy. "This is my brother Gary he wants to come on you too."

"The more the merrier," said Cate.

Cate had slipped her panties off of one leg. She had her legs wide apart and was stroking her clean shaving pussy. "Show me your dicks," said Cate.

The boys moved in and dropped their pants. Gary had a long thin dick. Lump-head's was bigger and fatter. They both had erections.

"This won't take long," said Cate. "Is there only two of you?"

"I think so," said Gary.

"Goddam Theresa," said Cate. "Now listen boys here are the rules. Don't come on my face, that's just for special occasions. I don't want jizz in my hair."

"Where shall we come?" asked the lump-head guy.

"You can come on my little titties, you can come on my long sexy legs, you can come on my sexy high heels."

"I don't want to get come on your dress," said Gary, starting to jerk himself off.

"I would prefer you didn't come on my dress either, but accidents do happen. This might get messy."

"I've changed my mind," said Gary. "I do want to come on your dress."

"Come here boys, let me take care of you," said Cate.

Cate sat there with her legs wide open and her panties hanging off of one ankle. One of her bra straps had fallen down her shoulder. She knew what looked sexy. She took a dick in each hand and started to wank the boys.

"Oh my beautiful babies," said Cate.

"Jesus fucking Christ," said Gary.

"What a beautiful whore," said Lump-head.

"Not many girls really know how to jerk off a boy," said Cate. "I do."

"It's too fucking much," said Gary.

"You can make me come, honey," said Lump-head.

"How do my satin gloves feel on your cocks boys?"

"It's too much, I might blow," said Gary.

"I love the way you do it," said Lump-head.

"Do your girls know how to wank you boys properly?" asked Cate.

"My girlfriend is right outside on the dance floor," said Gary.

"So is mine," said Lump-head.

"Fuck your slutty girlfriends tonight and think of me," said Cate.

"I want to fuck your mouth," said Gary.

"I want to fuck your cunt," said Lump-head.

"I know you do, boys but tonight it's just going to be a jizz shower, is anybody ready?"

"Oh my fucking god, your wanking me so right, Oh Jesus shit I'm going to blow all over you so soon," said Gary.

"Fucking come over my little titties you stupid useless fucker. Come on my dress and ruin it. Use me as a cumrag!" said Cate.

"Ugh," said Gary. He let go. He had three shots in him. He sprayed her left shoulder and tit. The cum was dripping down Cate's tit. Some spunk had got on her red dress.

"It's not enough," said Cate. "I want more cum on me and I want it now."

She wanked the Lump-head with both hands and stared up at him, "Do you like my long legs? Do you? Do you? Can you see my cunt? Can you? Can you? Go on, come for me! Come for me! Please come for me!"

Lump-head shouted, "Bitch fuck!" and let go. Cate pulled his dick down and he jetted long streams of baby batter over Cate's sexy legs. Cum was all over her thigh. She lifted her leg up so it started to run down to her pussy.

"Get out," she said to the two guys. "Go out and kiss your girlfriends. Tell them you love them."

The boys left.

Cate looked up at me. She had cum on her shoulder, cum on her tit, cum on her dress, cum on her thigh.

"Clean me up," she said.

Using my handkerchief I gently cleaned away the cum. She let me clean her like a little girl.

"Theresa won," I said.

"If you came on me it would be a draw?" said Cate.

"Maybe another time," I said.

I love living on this street.

(More Cate and Theresa next chapter).

Chapter 13: Inside the Red Room

Cate lives at number 14 Red Lion Street.

Cate phoned me up. She said, "My cousin Theresa is moving in with me. You'll love her, she's big and gorgeous. We're going to the Red Room on Friday. You should come."

You can read all of Cate's stories here.

You can read all of Theresa's stories here.

At the end of Red Lion Street is a pub called the Red Lion. In a room above it on Fridays and Saturdays is The Red Room. It's a loud dance club for young people. I don't know what the hell it is, I'm forty years old, but the bass shakes the whole street.

I don't know what I was doing going to The Red Room. I haven't been to a night club in ten years. I think Cate was taking the piss out of me, but Cate was the sexiest, smartest young thing I knew. She once let me cum on her nylon stockings. I decided to give it a go.

I put on a shirt, jeans and trousers and walked down to the club feeling like a prick. As I walked in, the volume of the music almost blasted me back out again. I fought my way through the crowd and managed to get a drink. 

All the girls were young and sexy and dressed in heels and short skirts. All the men, were ugly and thick necked. It was so busy you couldn't help have young tits and arse brush up against you.

I saw Cate. She looked delectable. She wore black high heels with ankle straps. She wore the tightest red cocktail dress. She wore long black gloves.

She shouted something at me. I couldn't hear what she said.

She shouted something again, I still couldn't here what she said.

Cate pulled me onto the dance floor. I felt like a fool. Cate danced like she was dancing for no-one but herself. She was natural and sexy because she didn't care what anybody thought of her. She slinked her hips. She wriggled her arse. She rubbed her hip up against my crotch. She must have noticed my hard on. She didn't care. She just carried on dancing.

The music seemed to get louder and faster. I got us another drink.

Cate shouted something at me. I couldn't hear her.

She shouted something again. I still couldn't here.

She shouted again, right inside my ear. She said, "Come and meet Theresa."

She led me across the dance floor and there she was.

Cate's cousin was red haired and big hipped. She was just a little bit too big in a dress that was just a little bit too small. All the men were looking at her.

Cate saw me looking at her and laughed. She just carried on dancing. 

Theresa danced slower than the music. She was moving to her own rhythm. She swung those big beautiful hips back and forth. The boys started to move towards her like they were magnetized.

With her eyes and hands Theresa made it obvious that she didn't mind how much the boys looked or how close they got. One guy moved in close behind her. She turned and smiled at him. The smile told him to move closer to her.

He took his chance and pushed his crotch up against her giant ass. Theresa reciprocated and pushed her arse back against him. As she did she looked at me and winked.

She beckoned another guy with her finger. Both guys moved stupidly around her, dumbfounded by this huge wanton goddess. She pushed her hips up against one guy and then moved to the other. Bulges were forming in their jeans.

They were confused and mesmerized. All the time she kept looking up at me. Other girls were throwing evil stares at Theresa. The sisterhood always breaks up when a proper slut enters the room.

Cate was off dancing with some other girls now.

Theresa now had three guys around her. They kept pushing their luck. Theresa didn't dissuade them.

One guy placed his hand on her arse. Theresa left it there. Another let his hand run over her breast. She didn't seem to care.

The boy couldn't stand it any more. He moved in and grabbed her face. He kissed her hard and forced his tongue inside her mouth. Theresa pushed him away and shouted him. At first it seemed like he had crossed the line but then she pulled him close and shouted something else in his ear. 

He walked away. Theresa turned to one of the guys and cupped his crotch in her hands and shouted something in his ear too. As he walked away she pushed her tits up against the third man and shouted the same command at him. He left.

Theresa then shimmied over to me. She shouted something. I couldn't hear her over the music.

She shouted again. Is still couldn't hear.

She put her mouth right up to me ear. She shouted, "You will take care of me won't you?"

I said, "Of course."

"Meet me in the Gent's toilets in ten minutes." shouted Theresa. "I need you there."

"Ok," I said. Theresa walked off towards the men's toilets. Swinging her arse back and forth.

I found Cate and told her what had happened.

Cate said, "You should go and help her. She sometimes gets into trouble when she's drunk."

I waited another five minutes, finished my drink, then walked to the men's toilet.

At first I thought the toilets were empty but then I heard a noise from the far cubicle. As I walked closer I heard low moaning. The door to the cubicle was ajar. I pushed it aside and looked in.

I couldn't believe what I saw.

Theresa was sitting there on the toilet. Her knickers were pulled down around her knees and her dress was hitched up high. All three of the men were there with their erect cocks out. Theresa was wanking one off and cramming another in her mouth.

Theresa looked at me and winked. The men just looked at me like I was another guy waiting to get his dick sucked. Maybe I was. I didn't know what the fuck was going on.

The man with his dick in Theresa's mouth said, "I'm going to come."

Theresa looked him straight in the eye as he pumped jizz into her gob. She let spunk fall from her lips and onto her tight black satin dress.

Theresa pulled the cock from her mouth and gasped for air. "More," she said. "I want more."

The first guy left. The second guy said, "I'm ready. I'm going to cum."

I could tell Theresa wanted him in her mouth but the guy was already spraying jizz everywhere as she pulled him in close. He managed to get some cum on her chin but most of it fell on to her gorgeous tits and dress.

"Jesus Christ, what a slut," said the guy as he put his cock away and walked out.

There was one guy left, other than me. He wanked his long shaft furiously as he moved in towards Theresa.

"I need to pee," said Theresa. "I want you to cum in my mouth whilst I pee."

"I'm so ready baby," said the thick headed idiot. "I'm so ready to cum."

Theresa wrapped her lips around his helmet and then she let go. All three of us could hear her pee splashing inside the toilet.

The man let go. He moaned as he let his cum jet down Theresa's throat. Theresa swallowed.

Theresa could resist pulling away at the last minute and letting a little cum fall from her mouth onto her dress and thighs. She is girl who understands how much a man wants to see his cum over a girl.

The guy pulled out and ran out of the toilet.

Theresa looked at me. She had cum on her lips and chin. She had cum on her tits. She had cum on her black satin dress. She had cum on her thigh.

She said, "I think I've had enough now."

I said, "I think you have too."

"Let me clean you up," I said, offering a clean handkerchief.

"You are so kind," she said as I tenderly wiped the jizz from her chin.

"I need to pee again," said Theresa and I heard the splish splash sound as I cleaned up her breasts.

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 12: The First Date

Carol lives at number 5 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of Carol's Stories here.

I fancy Carol. I fancy Carol in the same way that I fancied the smartest, sexiest girl at school. I think she's lovely. I have a crush on her.

I phoned her up to ask her out on a date. I was so nervous. I couldn't believe it when she said yes. I turned up at her door and she was dressed in a classic little black dress and heels.

She didn't look cheap or slutty though. Carol never looks cheap. She always looks sexy and classy. I think she's great.

It would be wrong to even say that Carol is conventionally attractive. That's not to say she is unattractive either but she does at times look her age. She has a large generous body and her hair is obviously dyed. She has a strong jaw line. She is what you might describe as a 'handsome' woman.

What is it about her though? What is it that makes me like her so much?

She exudes sexuality in everything she does. She is strong, intelligent and funny but underneath it is this feeling that she could take on a rugby team and still want for more.

She has a PHD in philosophy. She is out of my league.

I walked her out to my car and we drove to an Italian restaurant that I most definitely could not afford. I wanted nothing but the best for my Carol. When we got inside I pulled her chair out for her. I wanted to be the perfect gentleman.

As she went to sit down I noticed a glimpse of stocking top from behind and the bare flesh above.

This was my kind of woman.

Carol ordered in perfect Italian.

Over the starters we discussed politics and the Euro debt crisis. She is so well informed and seems to know something about everything. She's modest as well though.

She ate her food delicately and all I wanted to do was kiss her right there and then.

The conversation moved onto music and once again she seemed to be an expert on almost everything, jazz, folk.

We moved onto the main course. We ordered our second bottle on wine.

Carol knew everything about wine too.

Carol said she thought that Yves Kelin was perhaps the greatest of all the Nouveau Realisme painters.

Carol said that although she agreed with me that Samuel Beckett was a master playwright but I should really check out his translations of Mexican poetry.

Carol said that she much preferred the cinema of Werner Herzog to Wim Wenders.

Carol told the perfect joke. We laughed until our sides split.

We skipped dessert but had some coffees. I paid for everything even though Carol protested. I walked Carol back to the car and as she got into the passenger side it seemed that she made certain that I saw the tops of her stockings again.

Once inside the car Carol, said 'Let's go for a drive.' We drove out into the countryside and talked about our shared love of animals and natural science.

At times we sat in silence and it seemed perfectly ok to do that. There was none of that tension that you'd usually find in these circumstances. We were perfectly comfortable in each others company and felt content in the fact that we trusted one another.

It was getting late, about 1am and I said to Carol, 'Thanks for a perfect evening Carol, "Would you like me to take you home?"

"Yes," said Carol. "But there is maybe just one thing I'd like to do before we go though."

"What's that honey? Anything you like?"

"Well..." Carol hesitated.

"Go on Carol, I don't mind, tell me what you want to do."

"Well if you don't mind I'd really like to suck you off until you explode in my mouth."

I didn't say a word. I pulled the car into a lay-by and as soon as the car came to a rest Carol got out and crawled into the back of the car. By the time I got in the back with her she had pulled down her black dress and scooped her giant tits out of her scarlet bra.

I pulled my trousers and pants down and Carol took me into her into her mouth and sucked me like a pro.

Carol took my full length and I gently fucked her mouth. The tip of my long dick touched the back of her throat but Carol didn't choke or make a sound.

I reached down and grabbed one of her tits and massaged it roughly.

Carol took my dick out of her mouth and flick her tongue around my helmet quickly before taking me back inside her sweet cock sucking gob.

She never once looked at me or made a sound. She just concentrated on the job in hand. She was focussed wholly on making me come and I was intent on filling her mouth as soon as I could.

She turned around so she was facing me and started to wank me whilst wrapping her lips around my bell-end.

I looked down at her gorgeous natural tits and her slutty meat eating gob and knew I couldn't hold on any longer.

I let go.

Carol made a soft moan as I jetted fresh jism into her mouth. She kept her lips around my end and let the cum ooze out of her lips and down her chin.

Some spunk landed on her beautiful boobs and the she looked up at me and made sure I saw her swallow. She smiled broadly with cum on her face and said, "You can take me home now."

As we pulled up to her house she still had my fuck juice on her chin. She wanted to leave it there.

She said, "That was a perfect evening, let's do it again."

I love living on this street.

Chapter 11: Playing Away

Chris is married to Reese. They live at number 29 Red Lion Street. I live at number 10.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

You can read all of Chris' stories here.

Reese is built like the Empire State Building. She claims that she has never been unfaithful to Chris but three weeks ago she let me lick out her butt-hole. Apparently that doesn't count.

Chris has been unfaithful to Reese though. He fucked Eloise, the local prostitute, who lives at 45. I know because Eloise told me whilst I was screwing her myself.

Eloise is built like the Titanic and is worth every penny of the £500 it cost me to fuck her.

You can read all of Eloise's stories here.

If you were married to someone who looked like Reese would you fuck around? I know I wouldn't. I took Chris to the pub.

"Chris," I said. "What the fuck are you doing? You screwed the local prostitute who lives on the same street as you. Are you insane?"

"How do you know that?" asked Chris.

"Because Eloise told me whilst I slipping her my own length. She said you were bigger than me."

"You fucked Eloise? Did you pay? Of course I'm bigger than you."

"Yes I paid, " I replied, "but that isn't the point. I'm single, I can fuck who ever I want. Why were you unfaithful to Reese? She's amazing."

"Reese is amazing," said Chris. "When I met her I thought she was the fuck of my life. Up until that point I could never really get to fuck properly. My massive tool would hurt the girls but when Reese saw what I had she knew she wanted it all to herself. Man, I couldn't believe it. Those tits, that arse. I never, ever thought I would need another woman. She lets me fuck her mouth, her tits, her cunt, even her arse even though it almost splits her in two. I didn't think it was possible that I would be unfaithful until I saw that dirty tramp Eloise walking down the street."

"Did you know that Eloise was a prostitute?" I asked.

"Everybody knows. She walks like a whore, she dresses like a whore and she talks like a whore. One night I was talking to Eloise and I told her that my wife was the best fuck of my life. Eloise grabbed my crotch and said, 'I'm better and I'll prove it'. That was six months ago and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I'd see Eloise walking down the street swinging her arse and tits around and I thought, 'maybe she is better, maybe she's a better fuck than my wife.' I was wanking about her every, single day and in the end I phoned up Eloise and said, 'Ok, let's do it.' She said, 'You still have to pay. It's £500 without a condom but you can't cum in my cunt'. I said, 'You'll be begging me to cum in your cunt when I've finished with you, you fucking whore.' She said, 'big talk, get over here now. I'm dressed for sex.' I walked down to Eloise's and when she opened the door she was dressed head to toe as a ho; black heels, red basque, sheer stockings. I didn't speak, I just dropped my pants and let my giant cock spring out and she got down in front of me. 'It's big' she said, 'but nothing I can't handle'. She opened her huge cock sucking mouth and took me inside her."

"She sucks cock good doesn't she?" I said.

"It can't be denied but the filthy slut has had a lot of practice. A lot of cocks have been inside that cock munching gob. She was trying to act cool but soon she was pinching her tits and looking up at me. My balls were slapping onto her chin and the tip of my meat was hitting the back of her throat. Any other girl would be choking on it but Eloise knew how to accommodate me. She started to grunt and moan. She touched her cunt a couple times. Eventually she let my dick fall out of her mouth. I said, 'Don't pretend this is just another job.' She said, 'It's just another job, now throw a fuck into my hotbox.'

I love to fuck a tall girl in high heels from behind standing up. Her cunt was wet I knew, though she would never admit it. She pulled her butt cheeks apart and I went into her."

"She was tighter than I expected," I said.

"Agreed," said Chris, "Although most girl's are tight to me I expected a forty year old ho to have a little more give. She felt good and right. In fact her cunt felt a lot like my wife's. I put up a good rhythm, a little slower than I knew she wanted. I wanted to tease her into cumming. Did you make her cum?"

"I wasn't trying to," I said. "I just pleased myself and left."

"Well I wanted to make her cum. I don't know why."

"Did you think of you wife as you fucked this prostitute," I asked.

"I did and even though it filled me with guilt it just made my dick go harder. We crave the wrong thing don't we? And Eloise is completely wrong. She said, 'you call that fucking? That isn't fucking. Don't fuck me like a boy, you useless little piss stick.' I fucked her harder and faster and she said, 'I can hardly feel it, you idiot fuck.' I threw her to the ground. She wanted it rough. I got down behind her and entered her again."

"Eloise got her legs wide apart so she could get me in all the way," continued Chris. "I was slamming my whole length inside her. My helmet was hitting the very back of her cunt. My balls were slapping against her big white butt cheeks. She turned her a little and started to suck on my fingers. She said that she wished she had another dick in her mouth. I was trying to make her feel something, anything. I saw that her nipples were getting harder, they were sticking out like cigarette butts. "

"Let me ask you?" I said. "Did you think Eloise's tits were natural? When I used to see her walking down the street I used to be sure she had a pure natural rack but when I saw them up close and moving around I wasn't so sure."

"I know what you mean, " said Chris. "If they're plastic tits then they're really, really good plastic tits, right?"

"Right, what happened next."

"She wanted to come. I knew she did. She was acting all hard, like she didn't care but I knew she wanted to bring herself off. I said, 'what do you want?' and she said 'Reverse cowgirl, get on your back'. I lay on my back with my dick in the air like a flag pole. Eloise lowed herself onto me."

"Her cunt felt so awesome. She said, 'Like most men, you fuck too fast, Try this.' She pulled herself up so that only my tip was inside her and then pushed herself down again. Each rise and fall took about two seconds. Each time she pushed down harder, devouring every inch of my meat. She was breathing hard and concentrating. I don't know how often a whore like Eloise gets to come but I could tell she was trying. 'I fuck better than your wife, don't I?' I'm not sure she did but I lied and said, 'Your cunt is tighter than my Wife's.' She said 'I fucking love that. I fucking love that my cunt is tighter than your wife's. Fucking say it, you useless dick, say that I'm a better fuck than your wife!' She was starting bounce up and down on my dick faster now. I said, 'You're the fuck of my dreams and you're nothing but a whore. I love fucking you, you fucking whore. I love fucking you more than I love fucking my wife.' All of a sudden Eloise pushed down hard on my shaft and her pussy tightened around me. She moaned for a second and I said, 'That's it, fucking come for me you filthy whore, that's it.' She said, 'I'm not coming!' I said 'I know you are.' Eloise got off of me and I could see the pussy juice dripping from her slit. She got down on me missionary style and said, 'Fucking screw me however you like but do it quickly, I haven't got all day.' I grabbed both of her ass cheeks and gave her a proper pumping. I fucked her like a 20 year old virgin; fast and furious and just trying to please myself. She said, 'don't you dare come inside me, you know the deal.' I said, 'but I want to, I want to fill you with my seed, I want to give you a dozen black babies.' She said, 'please don't fucking come inside me, I don't want your junk up my fuck hole, please don't!' She tried to lift herself off of me and at that moment I grabbed her ass and held her there. I felt myself go over the edge. I came and shot a big wad of jizz up into her filthy skanky fuck hole.

Cum was oozing out of her slit.

It ran down my shaft and over my balls."

"'You fucking filthy dirty fucking cunt!' she cried. 'I fucking hate you, you selfish tosser! Get the fuck out of my house right now.' I got up and pulled my pants up and went back to my Wife. I left her there with cum oozing out of her used pussy."

"I love living on this street," I said to Chris.

"So do I," said Chris.

Chapter 10: Drown the Pussy

Valerie lives at Number 28 Red Lion Street. I live at number 10.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Valerie is a married woman of 50 but if you saw her walking down the street in her high heels you would masturbate about her all night long.

She has been prick teasing me since I was 15. Last week I over heard her telling her friends that she had had been unfaithful to her husband seven times and he knew about every one.

I phoned Valerie up and asked her if this was true. Valerie said, "My husband loves me fucking other men. Sometimes I let him watch. Sometimes I let both my husband and my lover come on my face."

"I don't believe you," I said.

"Come over now and I'll prove it."

I walked down to Valerie's house. Her front door was open. I walked upstairs to where I could hear Valerie talking. I walked into a small room and there was Valerie sitting on her office chair. Valerie wore dark black stockings and bright red heels. She had her top off and was wearing a red bra. Her skirt was hitched up and she had her legs apart and was wearing no panties.

I could see her cunt.

Valerie was on the phone. She looked at me and said, "I'm on the phone to my husband."

She talked back into the receiver, "Yes, he's here now. He is standing right in front of me. He is looking right at me and can see my bare cunt. You know the guy, he lives at number 10. The guy who always keeps looking at my arse....Yes I shaved it this morning. My cunt is bare and bald...what's that?"

Valerie said to me, "My husband want's to know if you like my cunt? He wants to know how it feels to look at a married woman's pussy, whilst she is on the phone to her husband."

"I like it," I said. "It's a beautiful cunt. I want to taste it. I want to eat it and then I want to fuck it."

"He's talking dirty to me, Derek," said Valerie into the phone. "He's talking about how he wants to eat my cunt and fuck it. What's that? Have I ever fucked him? No I have never fucked him. I let him come on my blouse once and another time I let him come over my ass crack...yes...yes you're right I should have made him lick the cum off of my ass."

Valerie pointed at her beautiful slit and said, "My husband says you can't have my cunt, not yet. He says he doesn't want you to fuck me."

"But I want to fuck you," I said. "I want to fuck you badly. I want to fuck you hard and quick and dump a nice fat load inside of you. I've wanted to fuck you since I was fifteen. Please let me fuck you, now."

"No," said Valerie. "I want you to come on me again. Only when you've come over my tits, my cunt and my beautiful face will I let you fuck me."

"Take your fucking bra off now," I said.

Valerie talked to her husband again, "I'm taking my bra of for him right now, husband. I'd show my tits to almost anyone, I don't care."

Valerie unhooked her red bra and threw it to the ground. "Get your cock out, right now. Wank yourself whilst you look at me."

No woman should have tits that look like Valerie's at the age of 50. She had gorgeous, big natural tits that still held firm.

I had my erect cock out and was wanking myself off.

"He's bigger than you husband," said Valerie. "He's much, much bigger than your stupid little dick, husband. I would love him to fuck me but today he's just going to come on me."

"You filthy fucking bitch," I said.

"Where do you want to come on me. Do you want to jizz on my face? Or spray my tits with fresh spunk or come on my neat 50 year old cunt?"

"I'd love to shoot over your face. I'd love to see my gloopy jizz dripping from your chin. You would look beautiful with my spunk on your lips...

but... 

I'd love to spray your fantastic rack and make sure you got a big load that ran down inbetween your boobs...

but...

There's something so odd and exotic about cumming on your cunt without actually getting to fuck you. I want to come on your cunt, I want to drown your pussy in jizz."

"Do it," said Valerie. "Come on my cunt. I want you to. My husband wants you to."

I got in close and started to wank myself furiously. "I'm going to fucking come on you, you filthy whore. I hope your husband can hear what I'm saying. I hope he's enjoying the sound of another man wanking over his wife."

"He can hear," said Valerie. "and he loves it too. He's wanking himself hard and calling me a filthy, slut wife down the phone."

"This is so wrong. I'm going to come," I said.

"Do it, let go!" she said.

It's beautiful when you let go. I aimed my cock and shot a nice filthy load of junk over her pussy. Some of my spunk went on to her stockings and dripped down her thigh.

"He came on me husband, he fucking came on me. Are you coming too? Are you coming too husband? That's it baby, go on, fucking go, let it go."

Valerie was smearing spunk into her skin whilst her husband wanked himself off on the other end of the phone.

Valerie looked at me and said, "Get out of my fucking house."

I love living on this street.

Chapter 9: Afternoon Tea

Valerie lives at number 28 Red Lion Street, Reese lives at number 29 and Carol lives at number 5.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

You can read all of Carol's stories here

It was Monday afternoon. Valerie, Reese and Carol were all sitting in the Red Lion drinking tea. They were laughing and talking loudly. They were all heels and nylons and tits. Which one would you fuck if you could?

I pulled up a chair nearby so I could hear what they were saying. They knew I was there. They didn't seem to care.

Reese threw her head back and said, "No you didn't! No you fucking didn't!"

Valerie said, "I swear it's the truth. I still haven't washed them, you can still see the stains."

If you ever wanted to fuck a woman in her fifties then that woman would be Valerie. Her hair is dyed. She wears a little too much make up, but her body is tight and she knows how to make your dick rock hard. Here she was, in a pub in the middle of the afternoon, wearing red stockings and white heels and still looking classy.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her short grey skirt rode up so that I could see her stocking tops. She had on a tight white blouse that was stretched tight over perfect medium sized boobs.

If she was on a bed, in front of you, pleading to be fucked, and next to her lay a nubile twenty year old. You'd fuck Valerie. You would. Every time.

I have known Valerie for twenty five years. She has always been a complete prick tease. She has never once let me fuck her but last week she let me cum over her ass.

Valerie is married. Her husband is fat and rich.

"The thing is," said Valerie, "My husband likes it, he actually encourages it."

"Really?" said Reese. "You husband knows you've had affairs? He doesn't mind?"

"In our twenty years of marriage I have had seven lovers. My husband knows the name of every one. He has even been in the same room when some of them have fucked me."

"That's outrageous," said Carol. "I didn't think these things really happened."

"Derek loves me, but he knows he is fat and old. He wants the best for me and he wants me to be happy. He knows I have a big sexual appetite. I can't help myself, I just want it ALL the time."

"When...how... did all this start?" asked Reese.

"For the first ten years of our marriage we were faithful but his dick was small and he never properly satisfied me," said Valerie. "We were on holiday in Italy. There was this long haired Italian boy who use to sit near us by the hotel pool. One night we were talking to him in the bar and my husband went to bed. I got drunk and fucked Nico on his hotel balcony. He had my skirt up over my arse and gave me a better drilling then I'd ever had with my husband. The next morning I told Derek and cried my heart out. I was sorry and felt so bad. Derek, said he didn't mind, he said he wanted me to. He said he was outside the hotel door listening to me moaning with his cock in his hand.

Derek asked me to fuck Nico the next night in our own room. He asked if he could watch. He paid Nico money to fuck me and let him watch. Nico thought we were crazy. I got on the bed on all fours and opened my legs wide for my Italian lover. My husband looked into my eyes as Nico entered me. I told my husband that Nico was bigger and better then he ever was and he just sat there wanking himself.

Nico made me orgasm three times before he shot his hot junk inside me. My husband walked over and jerked himself over my face and hair. Nico told Derek that I was a whore and my husband laughed his head off. It was the best fuck of my life but I've had better since.

Me and Derek love the way we live. We wouldn't have it any other way."

Reese laughed and gasped all the way through Valerie's story. Reese lived with her husband Chris at number 29. Reese is built like a battle ship. Her massive tits are like bazookas. Two weeks ago she let me lick out her arsehole and I've never tasted anything better. Reese was wearing red high heels and white ankle socks, like it was a perfectly normal thing for a woman in her late thirties to do.

"I've never been unfaithful," said Reese. She knew I was listening. "Well, not really, not properly. I've given a couple of blow jobs and I've let a few guys lick out my cunt and arse. I LOVE having my arse licked out."

"So do I," said Valerie.

"Euugghh!" said Carol.

"But I haven't told Chris. It would break his heart. I know he is faithful to me and would never stray," said Reese.

I knew Chris had been unfaithful. He had fucked Eloise the local whore. She told me herself when I fucked her.

"Chris satisfies me like no-one else," said Reese. "I have to tell you a secret and it's not a thing that a woman should say but my pussy is quite, well big. When I was younger, boys would fuck me and I would never really, feel it you know? Not like you're supposed to? I mean I would cum sometimes but I always had to help myself. I had to play with my clit to bring myself off. Their cocks were never enough on their own. That all changed when I met Chris. On our first date I was wearing the tightest black dress. It could barely contain my massive titties. My arse was all over the place. He kept looking at my tits and arse like all the men do and I looked at the crotch of his jeans. He was hard. It looked like he had wedged a spanner down there. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. We had dinner. Afterwards, I told him, I said that I wanted to take him home. I told him I wanted to fuck him. I used that word. I said 'fuck' in a restaurant on our first date. I took him to my flat. He said he didn't want to hurt me. He said he had hurt girls before because his dick was so massive."

I have a big dick too. Really, honestly I do. However, when I fucked Eloise she said the biggest dick she'd ever had was Chris's.

"I unzipped his jeans," continued Reese, " and unwrapped the most beautiful black rod. I mean, honestly girls, it is a really beautiful thing. Truly huge. I looked at him and said that I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I wrapped my lips around his cock and took in as much as I could. He fucked my face gently but soon his dick was at the back of my throat. I was choking on it. It was too much. I took it out and said, 'Please stick it inside me, I've never come from just a dick alone. Please show me how. Please fuck me however you want.' He lay me on my bed. I didn't take my tiny black dress off but I did scoop out my boobies and took my panties off. I stretched my legs as wide as they would go. He put his big bulbous helmet at the lips of my cunt and I said 'don't wait, don't be gentle, fuck me hard.' He was inside me and I knew this was the man I wanted to fuck for the rest of my life. He slid in and out and I could feel my pussy leaking juice like it had never done before. For once in my life my cunt was filled. I could feel his stick on my pussy walls and it felt glorious. I asked him if I was too big for him and he said I was perfect. He said he could never fuck girls hard for fear of hurting them. I said he wasn't fucking me hard enough and then he went crazy. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. I said, that's still not enough. His giant ball sack was slamming against my fat brown butt but I still wanted more. I said,' fucking fuck me you useless fucking fuck' and then he turned into a pneumatic drill. I came like an earthquake and screamed the house down. He said, 'I'm going to come baby. Where do you want my cum?' I said, 'Fucking come in my black cunt and make me pregnant. Marry me and fuck me forever you gorgeous, gorgeous man.' He came and came and came. An hour later, jizz was still oozing out of my slit. I would never be unfaithful to Chris."

"You two are fucking crazy," said Carol.

"Tell us something dirty, Carol," said Reese.

I liked Carol. She was in her forties but still had a great rack and ass. She told dirty jokes and could drink like a man. I had though about asking her out on a date before. You know, like a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. I thought she was pretty filthy, so I was surprised at what she said.

"I've only slept with five guys in my life," said Carol. "I once let a man fuck me up the ass but I didn't like it."

"Is that it?!" howled Reese.

"Is that the best you can do?" said Valerie

Carol was the best dressed of the three. She had dark, dark opaque tights on with shiny black heels. She had let the strap on her red dress fall so you could see her black bra.

I got up to leave and pretended to drop my wallet as I walked past Carol. I bent down and looked up at Carol.

She smiled down at me and then I realised that her black tights weren't tights at all. I could see a tiny glimpse of white skin at the hem of her dress. The dirty woman was wearing hold ups.

She saw that I saw and smiled.

I love living on this street.