Chapter 18: The Wedding Dress

Chris and Reese are married and live at number 29 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

You can read all of Chris's stories here.

The girls who live on Red Lion Street are really getting into their photography. Reese phoned me up. She said, "Meet me at the Red Lion tonight and bring your camera."

I went to the Red Lion pub and took my camera. Reese was there, as always, dressed in her smart but tight work clothes. Her slamming body was busting to get out of her pinafore dress and blouse. Reese had the sort of curves that always benefitted from wearing a dress a size too small and Reese knew what it did to the men.

I bought Reese a drink. I noticed that she wasn't wearing her wedding ring. She seemed, uptight and agitated. She said, "Listen Captain," that's my name, people really do call me Captain. "You wouldn't lie to me would you?"

"I can't see that there would be any reason to," I replied.

"Well I was talking to Eloise, the whore that lives at number 45."

Reese wasn't being insulting. Eloise really is a whore. You can read all of her stories here.

"Well," continued Reese. "We were talking about men and sex and dicks and stuff and we were talking about you and I was saying how you reckoned you had a pretty big schlong and stuff and how that, well, it looked pretty big and everything and then she said that she'd seen it and that you had fucked her?"

"Yeah," I said. "I fucked her. I paid her for sex. I don't have a problem with that really. Do you?"

"I don't give a fuck what you do," said Reese. "But here's the thing. I joked and asked how big you were and she said you were massive but not the biggest on Red Lion Street."

"And?"

"Well," Reese hesitated a moment. "Well she seemed to go all funny, like she'd said too much or something and, well, you're friends with Chris right? He tells you things, right?"

"Yes, I think we're good friends."

"Did Chris pay to have sex with that whore, Eloise?" asked Reese.

If you've been following these stories closely you will know that Chris did fuck Eloise. I didn't know what to do. Both Chris and Reese were my friends but I was a terrible liar and Reese knew it.

"Tell me the truth! Did my husband fuck a prostitute?" asked Reece.

"I can't lie. He did," I reasoned that whilst being a bad friend to Chris I was being a good friend to Reese. Reese was furious, "that fucking low-down dirty cheating fucker! I can't believe he did this to me! I have been faithful to him all these years and he fucks a whore right on my fucking doorstep?"

"Have you really been faithful?" I asked. "You let me lick out your ass-hole the other month?"

"Shut the fuck up," shouted Reese. "That doesn't count. Everybody knows that blow jobs and rim jobs don't count as being unfaithful. Jesus fucking Christ! I hate him! I thought I smelt another pussy on his cock. Fucking shit I'm going to make him pay!"

"How are you going to make him pay?" I asked.

"He broke my heart, now I'm going to break his. Did you bring that camera?"

"Yes I did but..."

"You're going to help me. Come back to our house."

Reese took me back to hers. Chris wasn't there of course. She said, "Sit down. Get your camera ready, I need to change."

"What are we doing?" I asked. "Why am I here?"

"You'll see. This is partly your fault. You're going to help me make him pay."

Reese went upstairs. I got the camera ready. She was taking ages. I thought about the mess I was in. Chris was going to kill me for telling Reese. Their marriage was probably over and Reese was right, it was at least partly my fault.

I heard Reese coming down the stairs. I heard her heels clip-clopping across the floor. There she stood in the doorway. She was wearing a Wedding dress with a veil and long white satin gloves.

"Take my picture," she said.

I took her picture. The wedding dress was tight fitting and sassy, it showed off Reese's massive tits and arse.

"Why the fuck are you dressed like that?" I asked.

"Can't you guess?" said Reese. I had an idea, but it was so unspeakably naughty I daren't say it out loud.

"This is the dress I married Chris in. When I wore this, Chris promised to always be faithful, to remain true and now he's ruined five years of marriage by sticking his dick in a filthy, dirty whore."

"Are you going to leave him?" I asked. 

"I'm not going to leave him, I'm going to kick his arse out on the street. Two thirds of this house is mine in any case. He's a pretty useless guy to be honest and the only reason I kept him around was because of his massive tool."

"Did he make you come good?" I asked.

"He was the only man who ever made me come properly on his own. With other guys I always had to frig my clit to get myself off but from the moment I met Chris his dick was enough to make me come hard."

"It seems a shame to end it then, right?" I asked.

"I don't give people a second chance," said Reese. "After what we're going to do to him there will be no going back." Reese reached round to her back and unzipped her dress. One of her dress straps fell from her shoulder.

"What are we going to do," I asked.

"You're going to take dirty pictures of me in my wedding dress. Then I'm going to suck you off. Then you're going to fuck me whilst I'm wearing my wedding veil. You're going to dump your load inside me and hopefully make me  pregnant with a white baby. We're going to take pictures of us doing this and I'm going to give them to Chris in an envelope with his wedding ring."

Reese slipped her wedding dress off and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a tight white corset and no bra. Her massive natural boobs fell free and hung there, big fat and gorgeous. Reese wore white heels and thick white nylon hold ups.

My dick felt like a loaded cannon.

I said, "OK, let's do it."

"Chris will never speak to you and me again," said Reese.

"I can't help but want to do the wrong thing. I want to be bad. I want to fuck my friend's Wife in her wedding night lingerie. I want to fuck her hard. I want to put a baby inside her."

Reese walked over to the sofa and sat down. She got her legs wide apart. I took more photos.

"Have you ever seen tits like these before?"

"Only in porn movies," I said.

"Have you ever fucked a black girl before?"

"Once but not one like you?"

"Have you ever seen an arse like this before?"

"I want you to sit on my face and never, ever get off. I want the smell of your arse and cunt all over my face for a thousand years."

"Do you want me to take any more clothes off?" asked Reese.

"What were you wearing on your wedding night? What did Chris fuck you in that night?"

"I was dressed like this," said Reese. "I kept my veil on. I kept my corset on. I kept my satin gloves on. I kept my long white hold ups on. I kept my heels on. I took my white silk panties off though."

Reese pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and showed me her beautiful shaven pussy. It was pierced with a single white pearl stud. I took another photo.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," I said.

"If you were married to me, would you fuck anyone else?"

"I would belong to you totally. I wouldn't even notice other girls."

"I've had plenty of chances to be unfaithful to Chris," said Reese.

"How often do men come on to you?" I asked.

"Every day," said Reese. "I walk down the road in my smart dresses and my high heels and I let my arse swing out and I let them watch me. I know they all want to fuck me but I saved it all for my husband. Until today."

"You gave out blow jobs though?" I asked.

"Since I've been married I've sucked off about five different men and you and one another guy licked out my ass-hole, but that isn't being unfaithful really is it?"

"Of course not," I lied.

Reese was playing with her cunt. "Do you like my black pussy, white boy?"

"I like it very much," I said. Reese's pussy looked plump and pretty.

"I have to confess," said Reese. "It isn't all that tight. I have quite a big cunt that's why I needed Chris and his big tool. But everyone tells me your pretty big too."

"Do you want to see my dick?" I asked.

"I want you to show me your cock and then I want you to stick it in my mouth."

I took off my shoes jeans and shirt. I pulled down my boxer shorts and let my giant cock spring out.

"Jesus shitting Christ!" said Reese.

"What?" I said.

"Your cock it's...it's fucking unbelievable," said Reese.

"Eloise said your husband's was bigger?"

"Eloise is a lying fucking whore, that is the biggest dick I've ever seen. Stick it in my mouth right now!"

Reese got down on her knees. I guided my cock straight into her wide open mouth and started fucking her face.

I looked down and saw those big tits swinging and that tight corset sucking her in. Reese looked like an angel and all the time her veil kept reminding me that I was fucking one of my best friend's wives in her wedding lingerie.

"Oh holy fuck, this is so, so wrong," I said.

Reese took my thick dick out of her mouth for a second and gasped, "It's the worst I've ever been, there's no turning back. This makes me so fucking horny."

I rammed my meat straight back down her throat and said, "How does my dick taste you filthy, whore of a wife?"

"MMMMMmmmmm" she said. I fucked her mouth. My balls slapped against her chin. She took my cock out and said. "It's the best white dick I've ever tasted."

I said, "Doesn't matter what Chris did. You're a shit wife. The worst wife I've ever met."

"I'm a useless slut wife," said Reese. "I never cooked or cleaned and I always sucked other mens' dicks. Far more than five if I'm honest. Now I'm going to get fucked by the biggest dick of all dressed in my wedding night lingerie."

"Turn around," I said. "Let me have your cunt."

Reese stood up and pulled of her panties. She knelt on the sofa and got her fat arse up high. Her wet cunt glistened. "Please give it to me. Don't wear a condom. Just shove it in and fill me up with your stupid white man's cum as soon as you can."

Reese's pussy was wet and gaping and I slid in easily. She had a big cunt but I still filled her up.

"Oh my!" said Reese.

"What was your wedding night fuck like, baby?" I asked.

"It was good. Chris nearly split me in two, but this is better; YOU are better. You are better than my husband, you are bigger than my husband. Please, please, please make me come better than my husband ever did. Make this better than my wedding night. Oh holy shit, I'm coming. Oh holy shit, I'm coming. FUCK I'M CCCOMMMMIIINNNNG!"

Reese's cunt tightened around my dick as she came. "That's it baby, let it all out. Let it all out," I said.

"Aarrrrggghhhh!" cried Reese. Her tits banged together as she bucked up and down with the orgasm. 

"You are such a bad wife," I said.

"Give me your cum," cried Reese. "Make me pregnant. Give me a little half cast baby. I want my husband to see it and remind him of his slutty wife."

"Oh Christ," I said. I pumped hot, thick, spunk into Reese's fuck box.

I was still thrusting in and out and some jizz oozed out of her pussy lips.

"Don't waste a fucking drop you fucker!" cried Reese. I pulled out and Reese slumped on the sofa. Cum seeped out of her slit. She was dressed in her bridal gear. She was fucked and wasted.

"Get out of my house," she said.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 17: The Perfect Christmas Present

Virginie lives at number 43 Red Lion Street with her husband Tony. You can read all of her stories here. They moved over from France just recently. They are good friends of mine. Tony is intelligent, kind and generous.

Virginie is slim, sassy, funny, super sexy and above all, French. Is there any such thing as a not-sexy French girl?

Virginie phoned me up last week and said, "I've been absolutely racking my brains for what to get Tony for a Christmas present. You know how to take photos don't you? Didn't you go to Art College?"

"Yes, I went to art college, I can take good photos," I said.

"In that case," said Virginie. "I think I know what I can get Tony for Christmas, something sexy, something different. Can you come round to ours this afternoon?'

When I went round, Tony wasn't there and Virginie seemed to be dressed as some kind of common Parisian street hooker. She wore a tight white vest that showed her perky young tits. She wore the shortest mini skirt with sheer seamed stockings and a red suspender belt.

On top of all that though Virginie was wearing the most ridiculous pair of stripper shoes you have ever seen in your life. They were made of the brightest patent red leather with huge platformed soles. If you had asked me I would have said this type of shoes could never be sexy. I like a girl with a classier type of heel.

But as soon as I saw Virginie's porn shoes my dick grew hard. She wore them with such grace and confidence. I wanted to fuck her. 

Virginie sat down on the sofa and picked up a camera.

"Here's my idea," said Virginie. "Tony has always wanted some sexy photos of me and I've always said no. In fact I think what he really wants is to have some really dirty porno shots of me. Do you think you could take some photos of me looking sexy for Tony?"

"It will be no problem," I said.

I took the camera and started taking photos. It was awkward at first. Virginie was my friend and this felt a little weird. She pulled her tight white top off. She let her skirt fall to the ground, she was wearing beautiful red lingerie.

I said, "I think that we would make better, sexier photos if you felt more sexy don't you?"

"Maybe," said Virginie.

"Tell me a little about what you and Tony do? Talk about how you two fuck. It might be weird but it will get us in the mood, make the photos better for Tony."

"Ok," said Virginie. "Well, me and Tony have a frank and open relationship. He likes to fuck me a lot and I like to get fucked. He likes to fuck me in hold ups and heels and I like to dress like a slut for him. That's why I got these shoes. The first time I wore them he just stood there with his mouth wide open. I got on my knees and wanked him off into my mouth."

The photos were going well. Virginie was on the sofa and had her legs high in the air. She eased her panties down her legs until they were caught around her heels. Her pussy, was clean and shaven and beautiful.

She said, "Tu aimes ce que tu vois?"

I said, "I don't speak French."

I said, "I'm surprised that Tony has never taken photos of you before like this?"

"Well you see, the truth is that he has," said Virginie. "We actually have loads of photos of me dressed like a naughty, little skank, but the difference is, this time the photos are being take by another man, when he isn't here. This will drive him wild. He will go crazy knowing one of his best friends has seen his slutty wife's fuck hole."

"Oh I see," I said. "Why did you choose me?"

"Tony saw your long, thick dick at the swimming pool once. He said he dreamed of seeing his best friend fuck his filthy wife. He thought it was the dirtiest, horniest thing that could ever happen."

"Does he let you fuck other men?" I asked, my dick getting harder all the time.

"Oh yes," replied Virginie. "We are completely liberated and free with each others sexuality. He has seen me with other men and once he and another guy DP'd me?"

"Your arse and cunt?" I asked.

"No, both of them were inside my cunt. Let's go upstairs."

Virginie lead the way up the stairs. She could barely walk in those heels. Her arse swung back and forth. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to lick it, I wanted to eat it.

We went inside the bedroom. Virginie got up on bed and got on all fours. She stuck her arse out high in the air. I took some more photographs.

"You're arse looks beautiful," I said. "Hold it like that a while."

"Ecarte tes cuisses autant que tu peux," said Virginie.

"I don't speak French," I said. "Why am I here Virginie?"

"The only person who has ever fucked me up the arse is my husband, but I know he has dreamt and wanked about seeing another man's hug cock split my shit hole apart. I think it would be such a lovely Christmas present for my husband if you fucked my arse right now and took pictures of it."

"I might hurt you," I said.

"No you won't," said Virginie.

"How will I take pictures and fuck you at the same time?" I asked.

"I have a tripod," said Virginie.

Virginie went out to get a camera tripod. I got undressed. My cock was absolutely as hard as a diamond.

It stood up like a flagpole. You could have run the Tricolor up it.

Virginie came in and saw my fuck meat. "Holy shit!" she said. She set up the tripod and camera but could take her eyes off of my schlong.

"S'il te plait met ta bite dans mon cul!" said Virginie.

"I don't speak French but I hope you said, 'please fuck my arse,' because that's what I'm going to do."

Virginie got up on the bed and stuck her arse out for me. She got her legs wide apart and I spread her cheeks so I could see her tiny puckered arse-hole. When she had been out of the room she had clearly put some lubricant inside her rim. She was wet and ready. She was a woman who wanted it quick and fast.

She said, "Stick it in me, use me, fuck my arse."

I gripped Virginie's hips and eased my tip into her rim. She gasped at the size. She reached forward to where the camera was and pressed the shutter. After ten bleeps the shutter went off five times.

"Oh I wish my beautiful husband could be here now. I love him so much, I do this all for him," said Virginie.

I managed to work my helmet inside her rim. She yelped in pain. "I'm happy to do this for my friend," I said. "If it's what he wants then I'm happy to fuck his slutty wife."

I pushed my dick in an inch further and Virginie screamed, "C'est trop! C'est trop! C'est trop!"

"I don't speak French," I said and in one burst pushed forward so my balls slapped up against her ass.

Virginie howled like a wounded dog and I proceeded to fuck my friend's wife up the arse. In and out at a steady regular pace. "Owwwwwwwwoooohhh!" cried Virginie. She managed to reach the shutter button and take some more pictures.

"You are a fucking, filthy, dirty, slutty wife to my friend," I said.

"I know, I know," said Virginie. "I am the worst slut, the shittiest wife there ever was, or am I the best?"

Is Virginie a bad wife? Or a good wife? Would you want to marry her?

"Fuck me more, fuck me harder, use me," said Virginie. 

I gripped her hips hard and thrust in fully each time. My balls smacking against her arse. I was angry with her and in love at the same time. She had a crude, animal sexuality that made me want to fuck her selfishly.

"You've hit my A-spot you fucking English cunt!" cried Virginie. "I'm ccommmming!"

Virginie's anal sphincter gripped tight around my shaft as she came. "Jesus wept," I said.

"Ejacule moi dedans, maintenant!" said Virginie.

"I don't speak French," I said. "But I'm about to dump a filthy load of junk in your slutty arse-hole."

I let go. I hadn't wanked for a week. Gloops and gloops of thick cum pumped out. I puled my dick out to the rim so the spunk fell out of her ass-hole.

I pulled out and left her there. I got the camera and started taking pictures. Virgine made her anus pulse so more cum oozed out down her cunt and legs and stockings.

She reached round and scooped up the cum on her fingers. I kept taking pictures. My dick and her arse-hole were both leaking cum everywhere. She took some cum from her ass and put it in her mouth.

"Happy Christmas Tony," I said.

Happy Christmas Tony," said Virginie. "Now get the fuck out of our house."

Three days later I got a text message from Tony. It said, "Thanks for the Christmas present mate. It's what I always wanted."

I love living on this street.

(A note about this story. This is the first time that a story has been made from a reader's contribution and photos. Tony and Virginie sent me photos of themselves and asked me to draw them and make a story up for them. Feel free to email me if you want to do the same.)

Chapter 16: Puss In Boots

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street. Stephanie lives at number 42 with her husband Rob and her baby.

You can read all of Stephanie's stories here.

Stephanie sends me slutty letters and then denies knowing anything about them.

She pushed a letter through my letterbox just the other day. It said, "I just loving showing my cunt to total strangers. I love to do it on the train where nobody expects me to. I just leave my panties at home, find a seat opposite a lonely guy and ease my legs apart. I once let a 19 year old boy lick out my pussy on 7:59 to Brighton. When he got off the train I saw a wet cummy patch on the crotch of his jeans.

Another time I made a guy in his 60s beat himself off whilst I slipped two fingers inside my folds. I thought he might die as he shot four gloops of old man fat on to the train seat.

I'm going away for the weekend. I'll be on the 10:15 into town tomorrow."

The next morning I got up 9:30. Got dressed and walked to the station. Stephanie was on the platform in a short woolen dress, red tights, dark red high-heeled fuck boots.

Sometimes it's hard for the women to dress sexy in winter, but that isn't a problem for Stephanie. The red nylon of her tights was thick and but still showed the shape of her long, strong legs. Her boots were well made and practical but still kind of slutty. Her woolen dress was tight enough to show off her firm little tits and her perfect arse.

 She had a weekend bag with her. I wondered where she was going, leaving her husband and child behind. I said, "I'm here. You wrote me a letter?"

"I didn't write you any letter? What are you talking about?" said Stephanie.

Stephanie had done this to me twice before. I think she was trying to make me crazy.

"You wrote me a letter about how you like to show your cunt to strangers on the train. You told me about a teenager who licked you out. You told me about an old man who beat himself off and dribbled jizz all over the train seat."

"You are fucking foul," said Stephanie. "Such a weird disgusting little creep. I don't know why you say the things you do."

The atmosphere was bad. We stood in silence for a while, both of us looking at the pavement. Stephanie's train was pulling into the station.

"It's cold," I said. "I should go"

"I'm only cold in one place," said Stephanie suggestively. The train pulled to a stop and the doors slid open. Stephanie bent down to pick up her weekend bag. Her tight woolen dress rode rode up her arse a little. 

She wasn't wearing pantyhose. She was wearing red hold ups, I should have known. I could see a glimpse of her arse and maybe something else. Maybe I could see her cunny? I wasn't sure.

Steph looked at me and said, "Are you coming?"

We got on the train.

The carriage was nearly empty. You knew it would be. There was just two teenage boys down one end of the carriage. We went to the opposite end and I sat opposite her. Stephanie crossed her legs and undid her coat.

I love seeing the girls on the train. All prim and ready for work, or all dolled up for the night clubs at the weekend. Stephanie pushed her little titties out.

"So you think I'd show my cunt to just about anyone on the train do you?" asked Steph.

"I think you're a strange woman," I said. "Your husband said you never have sex with him anymore but it seems like you're a perfect slut with everyone else."

"My husband pays for me. That's all I need him for," said Steph. "I like driving men wild. I don't need to come or fuck myself necessarily. I love having the sexual power."

"Stephanie. are you wearing any panties?" I asked.

"I'm not," said Stephanie. "My drawer is full of unworn panties. I would say half the time that I'm out, I'm not wearing any knickers. I love having my cunt out, it feels glorious and I love it when men catch a glimpse of my pretty little slit. Young, old I don't care. I want the whole world to come at the sight of my precious little fuck hole."

"How does you cunt feel right now?" I asked.

"It's tingling a little bit," said Stephanie. "It's trembling with anticipation." Stephanie pulled her skirt up a little so I could see the tops of her hold ups. "It wants to come out and play."

The train pulled into the next station. I wanted the two boys to get off but they didn't.

"Where are you going this weekend?" I asked Stephanie.

"I'm going to meet three married black men I've met off the internet. They have paid for two nights in the most gorgeous hotel. They are paying me £500 each for a fuck, I'm going to take photos of them screwing me then I'm going to black mail them."

"Jesus fucking Christ," I said. "How did you get to be like this?"

"It came naturally," said Stephanie. "Do you want to see my cunt? It wants to see you."

"Those boys down there," I said. "They might see."

"Let them," said Stephanie. "It makes it better. There's about four minutes before we get to the next station. Get you cock out, wank yourself hard till you come and then get of the train."

Stephanie eased her legs open and revealed her jewel. Stephanie was in her early 30s but her plump cunt was still young and tight. She was shaven clean and smooth.

"And that would make you happy would it?" I asked.

"I'm not going to touch myself, watching you will be enough."

"You're strange," I said. I unzipped my jeans. My dick sprang out. I don't know if the boys could see. I started not to care.

"You a useless old fuck," said Stephanie to me. "A sad man getting near to middle age. I bet you wank over the thought of girl's like me all the time."

"I do," I said. "I see you on the trains in your heels and party dresses and I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard, then leave you."

Stephanie pulled her legs up higher and wider. "Look, just look," she said. "Look at what you can't have."

I jerked myself and looked at Stephanie. A beautiful married slut just displaying herself in public. Stephanie looked straight into my eyes as I beat myself off. Have you ever just masturbated whilst staring at someone looking back at you. It's an intense experience. Try it with your boy or girl. Try it tonight.

"Come for me you little shit," said Stephanie. "Come right fucking now."

I was close. "Say the words, that will make me come."

Stephanie said, "Do it, you old cunt. Jerk yourself off on a train like a sad little loser. Get spunk all over your hand and jeans. Look at this filthy, beautiful slut wife and imagined her getting boned over and over again by three black stallions. Think of me with every hole filled. Come now."

The thought of Stephanie being rendered airtight by some huge African meat sent me over the edge and a small volcano of jizz erupted in my lap. As the train pulled into the station I had spunk on my hands and jeans.

I got up to leave I said, "Send me a postcard."

Steph said, "I'll send you photos, now fuck off."

I stood on the platform and as the train pulled away I saw Stephanie walking down the carriage towards the two young teenagers.

I love living on Red Lion Street.

(Stephanie will send me those photos. They will appear in another story.)

Chapter 15: After the Red Room

This story follows on directly from Chapter 14

Myself, Cate and Theresa were tired drunk and elated. 

Cate lives at number 14 Red Lion Street. You can read all her stories here.

Cate's cousin Theresa lives with her. You can read all of her stories here.

We were at the Red Room Night Club and had had quite a night. Cate had let two total strangers come over her bright red party dress in the men's toilets. Theresa had let three men come over her cute little face. Theresa had won the bet. I had stood there and watched and afterwards I tried my best to clean them up.

You could see the cum stains on their dresses under the ultra-violet lights.

"Let's go," said Cate. The girls clip clopped out ahead of me, all heels, legs and arse.

Theresa had a fantastic fat arse that she swung back and forth. I wanted to fuck it.

As we walked home along Red Lion Street Cate said, "It would have been a draw if this cowardly fucker had come on me."

"I was there to take care of you," I said. "I was your chaperone."

"Do you want to come back to ours?" Theresa asked me.

"It seems inevitable," I said.

We got inside Cate's house and the girls collapsed onto the sofa. "Please don't take your heels off," I said. "Not yet."

"We wouldn't dream of it," said Cate. Cate hooked one of her long white legs over Theresa's and looked at me. Theresa didn't seem to mind, they were close for cousins. Their hemlines were hitched high, both had beautiful long legs but Theresa was bigger and curvy. Someone might call her fat. I wouldn't.

Cate pulled her dress straps down a little. She knew what she was doing. She rubbed her tiny tits through her dress. These girls had an itch they hadn't got to scratch.

Cate said, "Let's stop fooling around. We know what's going to happen here, right? Which one of us do you want to fuck? Where do you want to come? The other one can frig herself watching. Whoever comes first, wins."

"Er, you two are cousins? Isn't this a bit weird," I asked.

"We fool around with each other," said Theresa. "Have done since we were young. It's weird, deal with it."

"I won't ask again old man. Who do you want to fuck? Where do you want to dump your load?"

I thought of the possibilities.

I could fuck Theresa's fat young cunt. I bet it would be the tightest slit I'd had in years.

I could fuck Cate's filthy gob, screw her face and make her swallow my jizz whilst she fingered herself.

I could stick my dick in between Theresa's massive jugs and throw a fat load of junk over her neck and face.

Or I could get Cate to kneel and shoot my junk onto her glasses. I love a girl with cum over her glasses, don't you?

Or I could fuck Theresa's arse-hole. I would love to plough into that fantastic big rump. I would fill her up.

What would you do if you had the choice? Out of these two girls who would you fuck and where?

"I can't decide," I said. "I really want to stick my dick up Theresa's shit hole. Have done since I first saw her, but I'd also love to see my semen all over Cate's glasses. Is both possible?"

The girls looked at each other and giggled. "I can think of a way how this might be achieved," said Cate.

Theresa leaned forward. Cate went behind her and unzipped her dress. Cate leaned forward and let Theresa do the same. Cate pulled her tight red party dress down and land in a heap around her black stiletto heels. She wore skimpy black bra and panties. She pulled her bra cups down. Cate had tiny little titties. I'm not even certain she needed a bra. She was still wearing her long satin gloves. I hoped she wouldn't take them off.

Theresa stood up and eased her black dress down to her knees.

Theresa was a towering inferno. An absolute juggernaut of a woman. She had tits that could sink a ship. An arse that could stop a war. She was a big, big girl.

I would call her a woman. A real belting fuck of a woman. You would leave your wife for her.

"Do you like what you see?" said Cate looking at her cousin.

"You are both beautiful. Really, truly sexy and beautiful but Theresa is phenomenal."

"Ever since I was young I wanted to look like her. I wanted those big heavy tits, I wanted that super fat arse and I want that pretty, slutty face," said Cate. "I love my cousin."

"With a body like that you could rule the world," I said to Theresa.

"Do you want to see all of it?" Theresa asked.

"No," I said. "Leave your bra on. It's better like that. I don't need it all. Just a taste."

"As you wish old man," said Theresa.

"Are you going to call me old man all night?" I asked.

"I might call you Daddy," said Theresa.

"As you wish," I said.

"Show her," said Cate.

I unzipped my jeans and dropped them. My huge erect dick sprang out.

"Wholly fucking shit," said Theresa. "Is that real?"

"I told you," said Cate. Cate had seen my dick before, she had let me come on her black nylon stockings. You can read about it here.

"I'm not sure I can fit that in my cunt let alone my arse-hole," said Theresa.

"Is it the biggest you would have had?" I asked.

"Jesus fucking Christ, isn't it the biggest anybody has had?" said Theresa. "But I do want it. I want it inside me. I want it up my arse hole. I want to feel something I've never felt before."

Theresa walked over to a table and bent over it. I undressed and went over. I took her panties and eased them down over her massive arse cheeks.

"I bet you're the kind of filthy fuck who leaves a girl's knickers on half way down her legs," said Theresa.

"You know I am," I said leaving her panties round her knees.

"Lick my arse-hole daddy," said Theresa. "Make me ready."

I got down behind her. I eased her cheeks apart. I could smell her. I could smell the sweat of the night club. I could smell her anus. I love the smell of a girl's most private place.

"Do it right," she said.

I ran my tongue up the entire length of her crack. From cunt to back.

"Oh my," said Theresa.

I did it again. And again. And again.

"More," said Theresa. Her pussy was getting wet. I took the juices up to her tight shit hole with my tongue. I worked my way in. Her rosebud puckered up for me. I pushed my tongue inside her anus.

"Get me ready," she said.

"Lick my cousin's arse hole," cried Cate.

"How are you doing back there darling?" Theresa called to Cate.

"I have two fingers in my snatch," said Cate. "I'm doing just fine. I can't wait to see if he'll fit that massive tool inside your back hole."

"Let's see," said Theresa. "Try me old man."

I stood up behind her and took a hold of her wide hips. She moved her arse to get the best angle. I ran some more of her cunt juice up her ass crack and shit hole. I got her good and sloppy. I pushed my bell end into her rim.

"Oh my fucking good god," said Theresa. "This is it."

"I don't want to hurt you," I said.

"I do," said Theresa. "I want you to hurt me. Just a little bit, in the right way."

I pushed forward a little more and Theresa got her legs as wide apart as she could.

"You are a fucking horse, Jesus fucking Christ, ouch," cried Theresa.

"Just relax," I said. "Breathe deep. You can take it."

"Whatever you say Daddy," said Theresa.

"This is the fucking best," cried Cate. I couldn't see her but I could here her fingers squelching as she fucked herself. "I love watching my fat cousin getting her arse reamed by an old man."

"Who was the winner?" I asked. "Who came last or first?"

"Who comes first," said Cate. "And I'm getting close."

"I'm getting used to it," said Theresa. "Try and get it in a little more."

I pushed in further. She was tight but not the tightest. Her pussy and arse juices were starting to flow.

"I'm going to fuck you a little now," I said. "I won't go to the hilt. Just a little gentle fucking."

"I'm your sweet anal whore," said Theresa. "Fuck me a little."

I took her ass cheeks in both my hands and squeezed them hard. I fucked her slowly.

"OOOOooooh you like that don't you Daddy?" she said. "You like my big fat arse, don't you?"

I was fucking a gorgeous big titted angel, who was half my age, up the arse, whilst her long legged cousin looked on.

"Fuck my cousin," said Cate. "Fuck her up the arse."

"Oh," said Theresa.

"Oh," I said.

"Oh," said Cate.

Three quarters of my dick were up her ass now. I was still slow fucking her. She was moving with me now though. She wanted more. 

"That's it, that's it, that's it," said Theresa.

Her anus hugged and pulsed around my cock. It was a beautiful fuck. We totally connected.

"I'm coming," cried Cate from behind us.

"Fucking do it," said Theresa. "Make yourself come whilst you watch me get my arse filled."

"OOooohh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes, oh yes, fuck yes. Fuck yes, FUCK YES!" cried Cate as she came hard. "I won," she said.

"There are no losers here," I said.

"Push it in now," said Theresa. "Fuck my arse hard now. Don't spare me. Fuck my arse, Daddy. Please Daddy. Please fuck my fat arse-hole."

I pushed in hard. My balls slapped against her arse cheeks. I rammed her again and again. I gave her my full length. I hit her A-spot.

"FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCK! COME OUT" cried Theresa.

I pulled out. Theresa came away from the table. She bent over and pulled her panties off so she could get her legs far apart. She bent over all the way. She spread her cheeks wide.

"Put it back in, I'm ready for all of it," said Theresa.

"Let me see," said Cate. Cate got down in between Theresa's legs. She had taken her bra off. It was a beautiful sight; a big fat arse, stretched wide with a gaping arse-hole and a beautiful small breasted girl lying directly underneath.

I stepped forward and got inside Theresa again. It was such a fantastic ass fuck and we all knew it.

  

"Oh my, you filthy fucking fuck. Fuck my arse like that. Fuck my arse like that. FUCK MY ARSE LIKE THAT!"

"You should see Theresa," said Cate. "It looks so beautiful, he's stretching your arse wide apart."

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" cried Theresa.

"Jesus," I cried.

"If you fuck me like that I will come," said Theresa. "If you fuck me like that I WILL come."

"What else?" I cried. "What else?"

"Call me names," said Theresa. "Call me the worst fucking names you can think of."

"You're a fucking whore! A fat, useless trollop. A stinking little slut."

"Is that the best you can do?" shouted Theresa.

"You're a fucking a dirty piece of fuck meat. I watched three total strangers dump their loads on you, and you didn't even blink. You could fuck the whole of this street and it still wouldn't be enough for you would it?"

"Fuck me daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck me daddy," said Theresa.

I gave Theresa a machine gun drilling. "I'm going to come with your huge tool up my ass," she cried.

"Make her come then fucking come on my face," cried Cate.

"FUCK ME DADDY! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" cried Theresa. Her ass contracted around my dick as she came hard. She shook violently.

She collapsed on to her knees as I continued to pound her. Cate was still there inches away from my dick and balls. I felt myself right on the edge. I pulled my dick out so my tip was just inside Theresa and then Cate reached up with her satin gloved hand and wanked my shaft.

I started to come. I came into Theresa's arse. Spunk flooded out of her hole and down her ass crack.

I was still pumping. Beautiful jizz fell out of her back door and fell down on to Cate's face.

Cum splattered onto Cate's cheeks mouth and glasses.

I pulled out and looked at them both. Theresa was on her knees with cum falling out of her big sexy arse.

Cate was on her back and her young slutty face was completely covered. She had cum all over her glasses.

"It's time for bed," said Cate. "Get out."

I love living on this street.