Chapter 23: The Second Date

Carol lives at number 5 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of Carol's Stories here.

Me and Carol went on a date. I like her. I want her to be my girlfriend. We talk about movies and books and like the same stuff. We make each other laugh and she's good company. She's my age as well, not like all the other girls on Red Lion Street who are usually too old or too young for me.

A few months ago we went on a date and it went really well; we talked over dinner and got on fine but then on the way home she asked me to pull the car over and shoot a load of warm, fresh cum down her throat.

Which was...well it was fun but it just kind of left a strange atmosphere and since then neither of us had phoned each other.

Yesterday the phone went and it was Carol.

She said, "Look, I'm really sorry about what happened before. I don't know what came over me. I'm really not like that at all. I would love for us to try again at this thing I really would. Why don't you let me take you out to dinner this time and we can start again."

I was very happy. I didn't want one rash mistake to ruin our relationship. Carol picked me up at 7pm and she drove us to the restaurant.

I must say I was surprised at how Carol was dressed.

I wouldn't say she was dressed slutty as such but the top she was wearing was definitely a little bit too see-through. I could clearly see her black bra and her hefty bangers. She wore a red skirt as well that was just a little too short. Dark tights and knee high boots completed the outfit.

We went to an Italian restaurant. We talked about the novels of Daniel Defoe and how they never seemed to have a sad ending.

We talked about the films of Roman Polanski and about how they often had a sad ending.

Carol apologised again for her behaviour on the previous date and I said that there was no need, these thing's happen.

Carol wasn't 'knock out' attractive in a conventional way but I felt she was beautiful. She had an open face and kind eyes.

I felt I was falling for her.

At one point she leaned across the table and took touched my hand lightly. My heart skipped a beat.

Over dessert we talked the recent David Hockney exhibition at the Royal Academy but both agreed that although we secretly liked the paintings of David Hockney, we probably wouldn't brave the crowds to see it.

Despite my protesting Carol paid for the meal. I loved being around Carol, it was such a perfect evening. She said "Let me drive you home."

It was a beautiful night. Strangely warm for January. Carol said, "Let's drive to the back fields."

The back fields was a small park that backed onto Red Lion Street. We parked the car and walked a while, hand in hand. The half moon was clear in the sky. Carol talked about her family and her fears and regrets.

The moment felt right, I took her in my arms and kissed her. She slipped her tongue in my mouth. She tasted of wine and coriander. I felt something move, down in my trousers.

Carol said, "Listen, I hope you don't mind, but, well, er, there's something I want to ask you?"

I said, "You can ask me anything you like, Carol."

Carol hesitated, she said, "Well, it's just...would you spread me over the front of my car, pull down my tights and knickers and stick your huge tool in my tight shit hole and fuck my arse super hard?"

I didn't say a word. I turned her around. I cupped her huge boobs in my hands. I massaged her firm tits and pushed my bulging crotch up against her arse.

"I'm wearing tights and panties,' said Carol. 'I was trying to be a good girl. I didn't wear stockings.'

Carol pulled up her tiny red skirt up around her nylon clad ass. Carol's butt cheeks were big and beautiful. I wanted to ease them apart and find out what hid between them.

'You want to be fucked on the bonnet of your car?' I asked. 'You want me in your arse-hole?'

'Sometimes I want to be cunt fucked, sometimes I want to be face fucked. Tonight I want to be arse fucked. I want you to be as big as possible for me. I want to be filled completely.'

'Get on your knees. Use your mouth.'

Carol crouched down in front of me. She eased her legs apart. Her skirt was still hitched up. She undid my belt and pulled down my trousers. My dick sprang out. Carol gasped.

"I remember this," she said. "I remember how you fucked my mouth. I remember how your bell end went right to the back of my throat, almost making me choke and gag. I remember how your cum tasted as it shot down my throat."

"I remember how beautiful it was to come in your mouth. I remember how you let my jizz fall from your bottom lip onto your boobs."

"I don't want your dick in my mouth today. I want your dick in my arse hole."

"Would you lick my balls though?"

"Certainly," said Carol.

Carol wanked my cock gently with one hand and then tenderly licked my balls.

She took her time. We were in no hurry. We were standing by the car in the middle of the car park. We didn't care.

Carol opened her mouth and took my whole ball sack in her beautiful big mouth.

I looked down and saw my beautiful, sweet whore in her long, black fuck boots and see through top.

I could see her giant tits as she continued to work on my balls. She looked magnificent.

Anyone walking in the park would see a slutty, street skank with her skirt hitched up, begging to be rammed by her man.

Carol looked up and said, "Do you want to see?"

I said, "Yes, please."

Carol turned around and walked to the car. She bent over the bonnet. She pulled her skirt right up to her waist and stuck her arse out.

I knew Carol had a big arse, but with the nylon stretched over her epic white cheeks this was the most heavenly of sights.

"I want to ejaculate all over your arse right now," I said.

"I know," said Carol.

"I want to see my cum running down your nylon clad legs," I said.

"I'm sure you do," said Carol.

"I want my jizz to drip onto your black whore boots," I said.

"Shut the fuck up. Do you want to know how we're going to do this?"

"Yes I do," I said.

"You're going to pull my tights and panties halfway down my thighs. That way they will be stretched tight and I won't be able to get my legs far apart. It will make arse hole tight for you. Also it means that after you come, the jizz will collect in my pantyhose and be smeared all up my legs when I pull them back on."

"How did you get to be like this?" I asked.

"Do it. Use me."

With my dick fit to explode, I took hold of her pantyhose and eased them down over her smooth white globes.

Her ass was even bigger once free of the tight nylon. A gorgeous giant butt for me alone. Cheap cotton panties were the only thing between me and her fuck holes.

I pulled her panties half way down her thighs. The pantyhose and tights were pinching into her skin.

I could smell her cunt.

I could smell her arsehole.

Carol tried to get her legs apart further. It was hard. The pantyhose kept her legs together.

I said, "I can smell your cunt, I can smell your arse-hole."

"So can I," she said.

"Do you want me to eat you?" I asked.

"No," said Carol. "I've been ready a long time."

"You want me to fuck your cunt first?"

"I don't want you to eat me. I don't want you to fuck my cunt. I just want your rod up my shit hole. I want you to bang me till you come and nothing else. Now be a man and fuck my arse."

I eased my throbbing cock into her arse crack. Carol pulled down her nylon top. She got her boobs out of her bra. Carol's tits looked false. I didn't care.

I eased my thick bell end into tiny puckered hole. Carol helped ease me in. I couldn't believe she wanted it this way. I thought she would be too dry.

I pushed into her and then all of a sudden her arse opened up for me and my shaft slid inside her.

"Holy fucking shit, ow!" said Carol.

Carol was no arse virgin. Some dick had been up here before. But the pantyhose kept her legs together and she was super tight for my rock hard meat.

I was three quarters in. "Do you want all of it?"

"I want all of it," said Carol. "I've never had a dick this size up my back door."

"Relax," I said. "You can take it."

I reached round and took one of Carol's tits in my hands. Carol reached round and grabbed me. She braced herself.

"Now," said Carol, "please."

I pushed in. My balls smacked her arse.

"Fucking fuck," cried Carol.

"Fucking shit," I said.

"Fucking, fuck, fuck," cried Carol.

"I love your fucking fat arse, I love fucking it."

"Fuck the living shit out of it."

"I'm going to come in your arse baby."

"Don't call me baby."

"What shall I call you."

"Anything you want."

"I've got a fucking whore for a girlfriend."

"You don't know the half of it," said Carol.

I pushed in and out of her arse. Her anus got looser, wetter. Carol moaned and gasped with every thrust.

"Fucking fuck!" she said.

"I'm going to come."

"Do it, do it, you fucker, I can't take it any longer," cried Carol.

"Say something," I said. "Send me over the edge."

"I've been fucked 13 different men in my arse-hole. Two of them on the same night."

I was falling in love with the sluttiest girl in the world.

I shot my load. I emptied myself inside Carol's arse.

"I can feel it. I can fucking feel it," said Carol.

I kept pumping.

"I can still feel it. Fucking fuck, it feels good."

I pulled out so I could smear some of the still seeping cum on her arse cheek.

"Watch," said Carol. 

She tightened her ass muscles and then let got. She made my warm gloopy jizz fall out of her arse onto her pantyhose. A real heavy load of semen oozing out of her.

"I'm going to pull my tights up," said Carol. "I'm going to smear the cum into my skin and the nylon."

I fucking love living on this street.