Chapter 35: The Third Date

Carol lives at number 5 Red Lion Street.

Carol isn't like the other girl's on this street. At least I didn't think she was.

I want to call her my girlfriend but our first two dates didn't work out at all. Let's just say she misbehaved.

You can read all about them here.

I rang her up and said, 'Carol, I think we've got something special here but you've got to stop acting like a fucking whore?'

'I feel something special for you too,' said Carol. 'Why don't we give this thing one last try?'

'What shall we do?' I asked.

'Perhaps it might be better if we met in company? I have a group of friends who I'd love you to meet.'

'This sounds like a much better idea. Let's do it. When?'

'Pick me up at 8:30.'

I pulled up outside Carol's at 8:23pm. Carol apologised for still being in her work clothes. Carol worked in local government. She was an advisor on arts funding. She looked great in a business suit.

I opened the car door for her. She was all smiles.

'Where to?' I asked.

'I'll direct you,' said Carol.

As we drove, the early evening light was fading. We talked and laughed and I remembered how happy Carol made me feel.

We talked about the last few albums John Coltrane made and she said she preferred his work with Elvin Jones, Jimmy Garrison and McCoy Tyner.

We talked about silent movies and about how we had both seen the BFI's recent restoration of 'First Born' at the last London Film Festival.

We discussed the novels of Kurt Vonnegut and both agreed that Slapstick was our favourite.

Carol told me to drive into some wasteland behind an industrial site.

'Fucking fuck Carol, not again,' I said.

'I just want you to meet some friends of mine. Then we'll move on. It's important that you like my friends.'

'Ok,' I said cautiously.

On the wasteland we found five ordinary cars. Standing beside them were five ordinary looking men.

The first one was short, fat, ugly, bald and ugly.

The second one was losing his hair and had a big beer belly.

The third one was wearing a track suit but looked like he had never run in his life. He had no hair.

The fourth one had the sort of face that had been hit hard with an ugly spade. He had a receding hairline.

The fifth one was short, fat, bald and ugly.

Me and Carol got out the car and Fatfuck #1 said, 'Are you hotmilf404?'

I whispered to Carol, 'These don't sound or look like your friends.'

Carol whispered, 'My Internet friends are real to me.'

Carol stood with her legs apart and slipped off her smart pinstriped jacket and let it fall onto the dirty ground.

'Let's get this thing started,' she said.

'Oh shit,' I said.

The five ugly fucks got out their dicks.

Fatfuck#1 had the smallest dick you'd ever seen.

Fatfuck#2 had a 6 inch, pencil dick. Alright for some I suppose.

Fatfuck#3 had a hefty blood truncheon. Nothing to be ashamed of at all.

Fatfuck#4 had a dick even smaller than Fatfuck#1.

Fatfuck#5 had a massive schlong. Like a cow's dick or something.

'Fuck this,' I said.

'She yours mate?' asked Fatfuck#3.

'Yeah, I guess,' I said.

'He's my man. He's my beau,' said Carol. 'He wants to watch you use me.'

'Is that right mate?' asked Fatfuck#2. 'Can we, you know, like have her and that.'

'Do what you like,' I said. I leant back on the car and waited for it to end.

Carol unhooked her white corset style top and pulled it to her waist. Her bangers fell free. She was in her forties. Maybe a little older than me but she still had tits to be proud of. Big natural fun bags that you'd want to suck until dawn.

Carol knelt on the dirty ground with her red heels splayed out behind her. She didn't care about her nylons or clothes. She pulled up her puppies and pushed them together.

'Titwank,' she said. 'Who wants one?'

Fatfuck#3 had the second biggest dick and he walked up and slid it in between Carol's boob crevasse.

Carol pushed her tits together around his shaft.

The other shit heads got in close and started to watch and wank.

Carol looked into the thugs eyes and squeezed her tits closer together. The brute fucked them.

'How's that baby?' asked Carol. 'Does that feel nice?'

'Fuck. Yeah. Fuck.' said the oaf.

'Better than your wife's I bet,' said Carol. 'I bet you wish your Wife had tits like this that you could fuck whenever you wanted?'

'Fuck, yes that's it. Big tits. Big lovely tits.'

These men were not wordsmiths.

'When I push my tits close together I can make them tight like a cunt. Do they feel like a cunt for you big man?' asked Carol.

'Fuck, yes. Cunt. Big tits. Fuck,' said Fatfuck#3. He was barely sentient.

One of the other guys stopped wanking, looked over to me and shouted, 'Your girlfriend is a fucking slag mate.'

'Yeah, I know,' I said. I was disgusted but my dick was still getting hard.

'Can I stick my dick in her mouth, mate? Is that alright mate? If your girlfriend gives me a BJ?'

Who the fuck says BJ anymore?

'Sure,' I said. 'Fill your fucking boots.'

Fatfuck#5 stuck his big dick in my girlfriends pretty little mouth. She swallowed it greedily.

Carol got into a squat position and hitched her skirt up. She was wearing black stockings and reached down and pulled her skimpy panties to one side so she could get to her fuck box. She fingered her slit till it was wet and swollen.

The men were getting impatient and angry. They all wanted her hands, tits and lips wrapped around their meat. They crowded in around her, all trying to get their turn.

Carol could certainly multitask. She switched from dick to dick. Wanking one whilst sucking another. Sometimes she had a dick in both hands and one in her mouth. Even then she still had time to touch her own tits and cunt and bring herself to the edge of orgasm.

The greedy little slut kept going back to fatfuck#5 and the biggest dick out of all of them. He grabbed the back of her head and stuffed his cock in her mouth as far as it would go.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Can you believe this lads? She's a right fucking tart, right?'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her cunt. I want to fuck her arse, her tits, her face. Everything.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'I can't believe women like this exist.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'I wish my Wife was like this. I wish my Wife would suck and fuck as though she really loved me.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'Shit, she's sucking me off.'

Carol came up for air and shouted, 'Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck. More!'

I sighed and got my cock out.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Fuck her mouth! Fuck the slag!'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I want to fuck her? Will she let us fuck her? She said she wouldn't on the net. I didn't bring any condoms.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'This is like a porn movie.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'I want to fuck her, then I want to go home and fuck my wife, then I want to pay for an 18 year old prostitute and then fuck her.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'I'm so ready. So fucking ready.'

Carol took a dick out of her mouth, rubbed her soaking cunt and said, 'The biggest, the biggest can take me. The biggest can fuck me. That's all. Just one.'

I slowly started wanking myself. I hated myself for it.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Shitfuck! Why can't we all screw her? Shit! Not fair!'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I'm going to fuck her anyway. Who cares? Who's going to know?'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'Am I the biggest? I might be? Anyone got a condom?'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'Do it, do it, do it!'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'Move aside boys, let the dog see the rabbit.'

Carol took a cock out of her mouth and stood up and put one foot on the bumper of my car. She got her legs apart. 'Fuck me without a condom. Do it quick. You don't need to please me.'

My dick was hard now. I'm ashamed to say.

Fatfuck#5 got behind Carol and slipped inside her.

The air reeked of sex. All you could hear was grunts and moans. Fatfuck#5's balls slapped against her arse cheeks.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Suck it. Suck my tiny dick bitch.'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I'm going to dump such a messy load all over this whore.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'Let me have a go. It's my turn.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'Is she tight? Is her cunt tight? Is she tighter than your wife?'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'She's tighter than my wife.'

Carol said, 'I'm tighter than your wife, I've got bigger tits that your wife and I'm dirtier than your wife.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'I'm going to come in your cunt, whore.'

Carol said, 'Be my guest.'

Fatfuck#5 howled at the moon and dumped some old man junk in my sweet girlfriend's snatch.

When he pulled out he was still dripping spaff everywhere.

Carol crouched down and pushed her tits out.

'End it boys. Finish me off. Dump your load on me.All come together. Drown me. Land it on me. Watch the eyes.'

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Fuck.'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'Yes.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'Shit.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'I love you.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'I'm going home.'

It's hard to say who came first. I definitely came last and I didn't come on Carol.

Cum rained down on my girlfriend.

Carol was a mess. Wiping jizz from her eyes and tits as she got up with her stockings laddered and her clothes all muddy and dirty.

Nobody helped her up. Nobody said goodbye.

On the way home Carol turned to me and said, 'Do you want to come back to mine? We can fuck like lovers fuck.'

I love living on this street but sometimes it's too much.

Chapter 33: The Marriage of Derek and Valerie Sullivan

Valerie lives at number 28 Red Lion Street with her husband Derek.

She is 50 years old. I have known her all my adult life. She always promises to fuck me. She never does.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Valerie told me all about her unusual but loving marriage with Derek. She had been unfaithful with seven different men and Derek knew about every time.

1992

Valerie got married to Derek in 1992. She was 30, he was 50. She married him for his money. He married her for her tits and legs.

They got married at a registry office and Valerie chose a dress that made her look like a dirty seaside postcard.

For the first ten years of their marriage they showed each other respect but rarely love. Derek liked fucking Valerie but his dick was small and he knew that he rarely satisfied her. Several times he paid for prostitutes. Valerie knew this and didn't care.

Valerie on the other hand never fucked around.

2002

After ten years of a loveless marriage Valerie had finally had enough. Whilst on holiday Valerie fucked a young Italian boy on his hotel balcony. He was half her age and had a cock that filled her cunt like she had never been filled before.

The next morning Valerie cried and told Derek what she had done. Derek said he didn't mind and that he had been listening outside the hotel door all along.

Derek asked Valerie to fuck Nico the next night in their own room. He asked if he could watch. He paid Nico money to fuck his wife. Nico thought they were crazy. Valerie got on the bed on all fours and opened her legs wide for her Italian lover. Her husband looked into her eyes as Nico entered her. Valerie told Derek that Nico was bigger and better then he ever was and Derek just sat there wanking himself.

Nico made Valerie orgasm three times before he shot his hot junk inside her. Derek walked over and jerked himself over Valerie's face and hair. Nico told Derek that his wife was a whore and Derek laughed his head off. 

On the plane home Valerie told Derek she loved him and for the first time she meant it.

2003

The next year, after much discussion, Derek and Valerie decided that Valerie should take a lover.

They chose Ron. A mutual friend who had recently been divorced from another of Valerie's friends. Ron and Valerie had a regular, no strings attached, fuck buddy relationship. Ron would usually come around every Wednesday. 

Derek would cook for them both and then go down to the pub. Ron would always fuck Valerie in the arse and never in the cunt. He would always finish in her mouth.

When Derek got home he would kiss her full on the mouth with his tongue and taste dick, come and his wife's anus.

Eventually Valerie told Ron, 'This can't go on if you're never going to fuck my cunt.'

Ron said, 'Let's quit while we're ahead.'

2004

It was two years before Valerie took another lover.

She told Derek about this guy called Tony who always grabbed her arse and told her how much he wanted to fuck her.

Derek said, 'Let him.'

Tony was brute. A loutish thug and not the sort of guy Derek and Valerie would normally invite round their house. Tony turned up in his best shirt and trousers. Valerie dressed up like a cheap actress dressed as a cheap whore in a cheap movie.

Derek said, 'Fuck my wife on our bed and let me watch.'

Tony lay on the bed as Valerie crawled over him in her tight lace dress, stockings and heels.

In less than three minutes Tony's pencil thin dick was shooting baby batter over his best shirt.

It left a big dark stain.

'Shit, I'm sorry,' he said. 'This never usually happens.'

Derek laughed and came on Valerie's stockings anyway.

Valerie was upset that she didn't get boned by this vicious looking idiot. 

They gave Tony another chance and he came back the next week. This time he at least managed to get his skinny dick inside Valerie's snatch but he didn't last long before he popped and Valerie didn't even get to come.

Valerie said to Derek that it shouldn't even count as being unfaithful.

Derek said that it did and that she was a whore and that he loved her.

2006

It was a couple of years before Derek and Val found another lover.

It was Valerie's 44th Birthday and she pleaded with Derek, 'Husband, for my Birthday can you please get me a big, tight, muscly black man with a huge schlong that can fuck me so hard I can barely walk?'

Derek said, 'We're white and middle class. We don't know any black people.'

'For fuck's sake just buy me one!'

And that's what Derek did. He went on the Internet and found some black male prostitutes. He found the one with the biggest dick and paid him £150 to come round on Valerie's Birthday and screw the living daylights out of his wife.

Benjamin become a regular fixture at the Sullivan's house. He would come over every Sunday after Valerie had cooked Derek his Sunday Roast. Benjamin had a long, slender nine inch dick and could last for hours.

He seemed almost bored when he fucked Valerie. He could make her moan and orgasm into the evening and only when she begged him did he let his spunk shoot over her.

Derek would sometimes lick Benjamin's jism out of Valerie's fuck hole afterwards.

After 23 sessions Valerie asked Benjamin, 'What is it you want?'

He said, 'I love it when rich, white housewives make me come with their feet.'

Valerie said, 'Show me how.'

Benjamin took off Valerie's shoes and got her on the bad and clamped her bare feet around his shaft.

He got her feet tight like a cunt and taught her how to jerk him off that way.

Within five minutes Benjamin howled, 'Fucking, fucking, white bitch, fuck, fuck!' as he shot a perfect jet of jizz into the air.

Derek said, 'That was the hottest thing ever!' and five minutes later he was having his own perfect foot wank.

Valerie got bored of Benjamin.

2007

Derek's dick was so short and stubby that it didn't even really do enough for Valerie when it was stuffed in her tight arse-hole.

One morning over breakfast Derek said to Valerie, 'You know my brother Richard has never fucked a woman up the arse and his wife won't let him.'

'Jesus, Derek,' said Valerie. 'Are you saying you want your own brother to fuck me in the anus?'

'I've already asked him. He said yes. His dick is much bigger than mine.'

'Fuck, this is out of control, ' said Valerie. 'Where and when do you want this to happen.'

'Over the bonnet of my car on a hot summer night in a public car park.'

'Make it happen.'

Two weeks later in the middle of July, Valerie put on sheer white stockings with a red seam up the back. She wore a black leather mini skirt and deep red, patent leather heels.

Derek drove Valerie to a car park round the back of a nearby pub.

Derek's brother Richard was waiting there. He was ugly and bald and Valerie never liked him but the idea of being fucked up the arse by her Husband's brother made her crotch glisten with cunny juice.

The bonnet of Derek's car was still warm as she bent over it and pulled her skirt up for Richard.

She got her leg's wide and said, 'What are you waiting for? Fuck your brother's wife.'

Richard WAS bigger than Derek. He ploughed in Valerie and showed her no mercy.

'I've always wanted to fuck you up the arse,' he said.

'I've always hated you and your dumb wife,' said Valerie.

Derek sat in the car watching his wife getting arse fucked.

Two men were standing outside the pub having a fag and watching this random slut getting her back-end boned in public.

Richard finally blew his junk up Valerie's shit hole and shouted 'Arsenal!'

Valerie limped back into the car with spunk running down her stockings. She gave Derek a hand job and then they drove home.

2008

One night Derek came home from work and said, 'I think I'm going get a promotion at work, but it all hangs on this one thing.'

'What's that?' asked Valerie.

'Well you see, Kenton my boss has always had this thing for you and...'

'You don't need to say anymore darling,' said Valerie. 'Invite him round for dinner next week.'

The next week Valerie made Derek and Kenton a lamb casserole. Afterwards she took Kenton up to their bedroom while Derek stayed downstairs and did the dishes.

Kenton had the biggest dick she had ever seen and he just fucked Valerie long, hard and fast.

Valerie cried out, 'This is all I ever wanted. A big dick that can last! Fuck my cunt! Thank you Boss-man.'

Downstairs Derek wanked himself off on the sofa listening to his boss fuck his wife. They never came down that night and Derek slept there till the morning.

Derek got the promotion.

2010

Valerie's last lover to date was a painter and decorator called Chris.

He painted Derek's walls and then he painted his wife's face.

Derek would always watch. Sometimes he made Valerie keep the cum on her face as he kissed her afterwards.

Chris eventually said he had to stop. 'You two are just fucking crazy,' he said.

Over the last six months Valerie has made me come five times but she won't let me fuck her.

I asked her, 'Do you love Derek?'

She said, 'I know it's strange, but yes, our love is true and complete. We have absolute trust.'

'When will you fuck me?' I asked.

'Soon,' she said. 'I have just one more thing for you to do.'

I love living on this street.

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.

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 6: A Hot August Night

Hannah lives at number 37 Red Lion Street with her parents Pete and Brenda.

Hannah is a 20 year old blonde with smooth, unbroken, porcelain skin.

She's too young for this shit.

A month or two back on a hot august night I was driving my car back into Red Lion Street when I saw Hannah walking down the middle of the street.

She had the shortest skirt on with high heels. She strode down the street like she owned it. She was maybe a little drunk. I wanted to check she was ok. I pulled the car alongside her and opened the window.

"Hannah, are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine," said Hannah. "In fact I've had fantastic night but I don't want to go home yet. Do you want to take me for a drive?"

It was a strange request for a 19 year old to make to a 40 year old man. Her parents were my friends. I wanted her to get home safe and I felt she needed to sober up.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Take me to the back fields."

The back fields lay just behind Red Lion Street. There is a small car park there, where teenagers meet for illicit rendezvous. Hannah got in the car. She complained at how hot it was. It only took us a few minutes to drive around to the back fields.

After I parked I turned to see she had undone her blouse. Hannah wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't need to. Her body still retained the supple tautness of her teenage years.

"I'm sorry, I was hot," said Hannah. "Besides, I'm sure you've seen it all before."

This was turning into a situation. "Hannah, this is not cool. I'm friends with your parents. I think we should just let you sober up and then I should take you home."

"I'm not drunk, I promise you. Just happy."

I could see one of her smooth young titties. I had terror in my heart and a twitch in my pants. 'Do the right thing,' I told myself.

"Where have you been tonight anyway?" I asked.

"The Red Room," said Hannah. The Red Room was a sorry excuse for a night club in a room above the pub at the end of Red Lion Street. I'd never been but often the pounding bass would keep me awake at night.

"I go there on my own quite often to dance. I actually love to go out dancing on my own. It makes me feel free and alive. I love to dress sexy, a little slutty even. Sometimes when it's crowded I like to rub my bum up against the ugly teenage boys and their stubby little cocks."

"Jesus, Hannah, you should be more careful."

"I know what you're thinking but I'm not a slut. I don't sleep around or pick men up. Don't tell my Mum and Dad. I just fantasiseof being some kind of temptress. Although I must admit; tonight I was naughtier than I'd ever been."

"I need more space. I'm getting in the back seat," said Hannah.

"No, Hannah, No. This has to stop."

She wasn't listening. She was already in the back seat. Hannah had always been kooky and eccentric but this was odd behaviour. She didn't seem drunk but it seemed crazy that she might be trying seduce me. I'm 40 years old and she is my friends' daughter.

"Tonight I let a boy find out that I wasn't wearing any panties," said Hannah.

"Why aren't you wearing panties?" I asked.

"It's a hot night. Why the fuck should I?"

"What happened?" She was winning. I was being sucked into this.

"There was this boy at the club who kept looking at me in my short skirt and heels. He was ugly and brutish looking. Not the sort of guy I would ever go with but that made it even more exciting. I wanted to toy with this thick thug."

I turned and looked into the back of the car. Hannah had her shirt open. Her firm, nubile tits were nearly out. She had pulled her skirt up. She had the neatest, prettiest shaven pussy I had ever seen. She was starting to finger herself.

"I walked past him a couple of times," continued Hannah. "I swung my arse and stuck my tits out. He couldn't take his eyes off of me. He kept laughing and talking to his mates. He was probably telling them that I was a slut and that he would like to fuck me. I walked past and made sure my butt rubbed against his crotch. I felt his hard little cock. The second time I brushed against him, he couldn't contain himself and slapped my arse. I said 'Take your hands off of me you fucking cunt.' He said, 'You fucking want it, you know you do.' I danced a while longer and then brushed against him a third time. This time he thrust his hand up my skirt. He found my bare wet pussy and grabbed it there and then in the middle of the night club. He was shocked. I was shocked. I slapped him round the face and left the club."

"Jesus Christ Hannah," I said. "You have to be more careful."

"I'm getting out of the car," said Hannah.

I got out of the car too. She was standing there with her shirt undone and her skirt hitched up above her cunt. She looked like a common, street slut. She was laughing.

"Hannah, this has to stop," I said. "Anyone can see you, like this. Do you shirt up, pull your skirt down. Let me take you home."

"I'm so sorry," said Hannah. "I can't help myself sometimes. I get this craving in my cunt and my tits start to tingle. Sometimes I want to be bad so much. I just can't stop thinking of that arsehole grabbing my pussy in the middle of that nightclub. Part of me wanted him to fuck me there and then in the middle of the night club, with everybody watching."

"Why are you like this?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just want to. I want to do the wrong thing, the worst thing I can think of. I want to be bad. Right now, right here. I'm going to play with myself right here, right now."

Hannah got down on the cold pavement by the side of the car. She got her legs open wide. She slipped two fingers inside herself and started giving herself pleasure.

Have you ever seen a 20 year old girl fingering herself in public car park on the dirty ground where anyone can see? I hadn't either until this night. I looked around. There was nobody else around. Just me and this filthy, desperate horny girl. My dick was hard. I had to decide whether to do the right thing or not.

"Look at me, watch me," said Hannah. "Watch me fuck myself on the cold hard ground. I love you watching me. I want a total stranger to find me here, fucking myself on the floor with a dirty old fuck wanking over me."

"I'm not wanking myself," I said.

"I can see your dick is hard. Take it out, don't be ashamed. Wank yourself, wank yourself, do it, do it."

"I want to, believe me but..."

"I won't tell anyone," said Hannah. "I want to watch a forty year old man wanking over me."

I fell off the edge. I crossed the line. I took my dick out. I started jerking myself.

"You're big," said Hannah. "I knew you would be. Wank yourself. Wank yourself good and quick."

"Make yourself cum you dirty slut," I grunted.

"I am, I am. I'm cumming right now. I'm cumming right now in front of you. I want to be the baddest. I want to do the dirtiest thing I can think of. What's the dirtiest thing you can think of?"

"Coming over your pretty, little face," I said. "The filthiest thing I can think of is me shooting jizz over your pretty young face."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Is that a yes?" I cried

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. Come on me. Come on me now. Please, please, please come on me. Come all over me. Come on me now. Cover me  in cum, you filthy, dirty old man."

"FUCK!" My cock spat out a hug shower of gloopy spunk on Hannah's gorgeous, beautiful face. Jizz went all over her red lips and her cheek and ran onto the pavement.

"You fucking, filthy old fucker," cried Hannah.

"You dirty, little slut," I cried.

"Take me home," said Hannah.

I love living on this street.