Chapter 47: Back to School

I'm a people person. Really, I am.

Despite what I say and do on Red Lion Street, I really like these people.

I'm not sure about Ms. Q, who lives at number 4 Red Lion Street though. She always seems to be a bit of a nasty bitch.

She's always ignoring me and giving me the stink-eye. But she's like that with most people.

She works at the local school. She's the head teacher in fact.

Most mornings I just sit at my window watching all the different girls on Red Lion Street set off to work. I see Ms. Q strutting along the street in her school attire, just treading the line between appropriate and completely unprofessional: high heels, short pencil skirts, fitted jackets with a hint of cleavage. Q walks around like she owns the place.

She has bright, dyed, red hair. She looks about 30? I would say her tits were E cups. I'm shit hot at guessing stuff like that.

Valerie, who lives at number 28, told me that she thought Ms Q was frigid, but then that's what jealous women say sometimes. And Q certainly doesn't dress like she's frigid.

Once in the Red Lion pub I caught her looking at me. I went home and wanked about her.

There's a small alley that connects Red Lion Street to the back of Ms Q's school. One evening I came across her there. She was locking up. She was carrying too many books. She dropped them.

I asked if I could help and bent down to help her pick them up. When Ms. Q crouched I could see up her skirt and down her cleavage.

'Fuck off,' she said. 'I don't need your help. Stop being such a creep.'

'Jesus,' I said. 'Drop the attitude, what's your problem?'

'You,' said Ms. Q looking at me with hate filled eyes. 'You're such a loser. Always at your window staring at me every morning. Always trying to fuck every girl on this street. Always bragging about your stupid dick.'

'Fuck, you hardly know me?'

'Everyone knows you, Captain Shame,' said Ms Q. 'We all have your number. You're just a fucking sad, sack of shit, living on your own, lost in your dream, fantasy world. You're the biggest loser on the street.'

'You bitch,' I said. I regretted saying it straight away.

Ms. Q slapped me hard around the face. It stung.

I looked at her. 'You fucking bitch,' I said.

She slapped me again. It hurt even more.

I slapped her back. I slapped her hard across the face. I couldn't believe what I had done.

Ms Q's mouth hung open.

She pounced on me like a wild cat. We fell onto the ground. She clawed at me. She bit me. We rolled on the dirty floor.

She punched my face. It really, really hurt.

I didn't want to fight a woman, but really; she was going to put me into hospital. I had to retaliate.

I punched her in the stomach hard enough to wind her and managed to stand up. I started to walk away but she came at me again. This time I was ready. I grabbed her arm and threw her against the wall. With one hand I restrained one of her arms and gripped her throat tightly.

I pushed my weight hard against her to stop her moving. Her one free hand was still hitting me.

Here's the funny thing; My dick was rock hard.

As I pushed against her, my full ten inches was dug into her thigh.

The look in her eye changed. She was confused. We both felt this thing between us.

Her struggling started to subside. She stopped hitting me.

'You're a fucking animal,' I said.

'Animals can be tamed,' said Ms Q.

With one hand still clamping her neck against the wall I moved my other hand down between her legs.

I reached up inside her skirt. Her thighs were clenched tight.

'Spread your legs,' I spat the words out.

'Make me, cunt,' said Ms Q.

I slapped her face and then forced my hand back up inside her skirt. I pushed my way in. Her legs parted a little. I grabbed her sodden cunt through the damp nylon. I grabbed it roughly, as though she were my fuckmeat.

'You are a fucking arsehole,' she said.

'You're a fucking whore,' I said back.

'You couldn't handle me,' she said.

'I'd break you,' I said. 'You're damp. Submit.'

'Oh when I submit, you'll know,' said Ms. Q. 'When I submit, I submit completely.'

My face was inches from hers. She was truly beautiful. A strong, defiant and sexy face.

We kissed.

A wild, animalistic kiss. She bit my lip. Her hands went to my hair. She scratched and pulled. She thrust her tongue around my mouth.

I still had my hand on her cunt, I started rubbing at it hard. Ms. Q gasped. I pulled away.

Ms. Q stood there against the wall. She looked a mess. She opened her legs wider. She hitched her skirt up. She showed me her pussy. There were no panties under her nylons.

She said, 'Tame me.'

I walked forward. I bent down and with two hands I ripped her tights apart at the crotch. Her cunt was free.

She went to move at me, but once again I put my hand around her throat and restrained her.

I stuck three fingers in her fuck hole. It was easy. She was dripping.

She spat in my face.

I took my fingers out. They stank of school teacher snatch. I thrust my fingers into her mouth. She tasted herself.

She sucked greedily for a while but then she bit my fingers. I slapped her round the face again.

The look on her face was pure pleasure. She loved being slapped.

I took my hand away from her throat.

I ripped her blouse open. The buttons fell on the ground.

She wore a deep red satin bra. Everything about this woman was red.

Her tits were magnificent. I pulled both of her boobs out of her bra.

Ms Q stood there, skirt up, tights shredded and torn around her crotch. Blouse ripped open and tits on display.

She didn't move.

'What now?' I said.

'Sometimes I tire of all the bells and whistles,' said Ms Q. 'Sometimes I just want my cunt fucked.'

'Get on the floor you filthy bitch,' I said.

'Yes.'

Ms Q got on the floor with her clothes in disarray. She lay on the dirty ground. Her 5inch patent big heels were stretched out wide. Ms Q started fingering her cunt.

I undid my belt. My dick sprang out.

It was fucking massive.

'Shit,' said Ms Q. 'It's true.'

I took each of her ankles in my hands. I pulled her legs up and far apart.

I bent her back.

Her swollen cunt lips were completely exposed to me.

'I want to bend your legs back too far, I want to hurt you,' I said.

'There's no such thing as too far. There's no such thing as too much. There's no such thing as enough,' Ms Q never took her gaze off of me. She stroked and pinched her tits.

Ms Q didn't want the bells and whistles so I didn't give her any. I just sank my rock, hard ten inch dick in between her wet, glistening pussy lips.

Balls deep.

So fucking deep.

'Holy shitting Christ,' said Ms Q. She arched her back up. She pushed her tits out. She pinched her nipples.

I didn't fuck her like a lady, I didn't tease her. This wasn't love making.

This was brutal fucking. Hard screwing. The way you'd want to fuck a whore in a back alley.

I pumped and thrusted.

I made Ms Q shake and quiver.

She never took her eyes off of me. There was still hate in her eyes. This was angry fucking.

'Not enough,' said Ms Q.

I fucked her harder. Pushing her along the dirt concrete floor.

'More you fucker,' said Ms Q.

I really tried to drive my cock in as far as it would go. I pushed Ms Q's legs right back

'Fuck me right, you dumb cunt,' barked Ms Q.

I fucked like I'd never fucked before.

'Close,' whispered Ms Q. 'So close.'

This wanton animal was a challenge to me. A mountain to climb. I pushed her legs back further. They could go no further. My dick was so fucking deep inside her.

Ms Q's eyes began to water.

I knew what she needed. I took one hand off of one of her ankles. I slapped her tits. They banged together. I slapped her face.

'You fucking fucker!' she shouted.

'Shut the fuck up,' I cried. I was fucking her so hard, so furiously: I wanted to split her in two.

I looked down at her and saw the sweet orgasm begin to flood through her.

I spat in her face.

'You’re. Just. A. Dirty. Little. Fucking. Whore. Aren’t. You?'

Her body shook.

She howled.

You could hear her streets away.

She howled like wolf.

I fucking came.

I blasted my spunk up inside her cunt.

Her body spasmed.

She was spent.

I pulled out.

Ms Q's eyes had completely changed. She looked coy and obedient.

My dick was still hard and dripping with cunt juice and cum. Ms Q got up and crawled to me on her hands and knees. Her tits still on show.

She looked up at me obediently.

'May I clean you Captain?' she asked.

'You may.'

I slipped my dirt cock into Ms Q's sweet mouth.

Ms. Q cleaned it thoroughly. She never took her eyes off of me. And as she licked the last drops of cum and cunt juice from my still swollen shaft, she smiled for the first time.

I had a feeling we were going to become good friends.

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 38: The Dog

Cate and Theresa live together at number 14. They are students. They are cousins. They fuck guys together. They are fucking wrong. No doubt about it.

Cate is 22 and as pretty as a doll. You can read all of Cate's stories here.

Theresa is slightly older. Maybe 24. You can read all of Theresa's stories here.

I fucked Theresa up the arse once and Cate has wanked me off. Really we're all mates though. I help them with their coursework. I was round their house one afternoon last week.

Theresa as always was dressed like some kind of tornado from the 1950s; tight fitted red dress hugging her fuck-me hips and black patent high heels. She has big natural tits that I still have never gotten to see, despite getting to ram her shit hole.

Cate is slim and beautiful. She was dressed in a skimpy, tight white t-shirt and a short, short, red mini skirt. She had red strappy high heels on and dark nylon hold ups. I could see the white skin of her thighs between her hold ups and her skirt. We all could. We all knew.

We were gossiping about people on the street.

'Reese is pregnant?' gasped Cate.

'Yes, 6 months gone now,' I said. 'Nobody knows who the father is but it isn't Chris's and he's left her now.'

'Isn't Chris living with that slag at number 15? What's she called? Tracy?' said Theresa.

'I think so, but I'm not sure how well that's working out,' I replied.

'I think Steph and Rob might be splitting up too,' said Cate. 'I was walking past their house and I heard an awful row. Rob was screaming at her. Calling her a whore. He said she must have fucked everyone in the street.'

'Everyone is always fucking everybody else on this street,' said Theresa. 'I like it, but sometimes it depresses me.'

'It makes me horny,' said Cate. 'It makes me want to get my cunt licked.'

Cate looked at Theresa and they laughed hard.

Shit, I thought. Here we go again.

'Girls,' I pleaded. 'Perhaps we shouldn't. You know how gorgeous I think you both are and you know how much I want to fuck you, but I don't know. Perhaps we should preserve out friendships etc.'

'We weren't talking about you, Captain. When we want our cunts licked and we have something much better than you, old man,' said Theresa.

'Show him,' said Cate. 'Go and get the dog.'

Theresa left the room and went out the back door into their garden. Me and Cate could here her talking to some kind of animal. 'Come here,' she said. 'Good girl.'

I thought this was the moment when Red Lion Street had finally turned bat shit crazy. Were these pretty young things going to bring an animal in? How deranged and perverted were they going to be?

Theresa walked back in with a blond short haired woman crawling on her hands and knees. The woman was wearing a collar and lead.  She wore black nylon see-through knickers and black whore heels.

Her back was covered in tattoos and she had big natural tits. She was maybe in her mid to late thirties.

'What the fuck?' I said.

'This is Phoenix,' said Theresa. 'She is our dog. She does whatever what we want.'

Phoenix didn't say anything. She just looked around her. She sat up so we could all see her tits.

'Good girl,' said Cate. 'We found her wandering the streets. We gave her a tin of dog food and washed her. Now we keep her in a kennel in the back yard. She adores us. She will do anything for us.'

'Does she speak?' I said, staring at her intently.

'If we let her,' said Cate. 'If we allow her. She is completely at our beck and call. She hangs on every word we say.'

Phoenix looked at Cate with big obedient eyes.

'Show her what else Phoenix can do Cate,' said Theresa.

Cate got up and undid her skirt. She let it drop to the floor and kicked it to one side. She wore no panties. Her cunt was clean, bald and beautiful.

She slipped her tight white t-shirt over her head. Cate wore a pretty red polkadot bra. Cate had tiny, tiny tits. She didn't even really need to wear a bra at all.

Cate got on the floor and lay on her back.

'Here Phoenix!' she called. 'Come here, come here girl. Eat cunt. Eat my cunt.'

Phoenix scampered across the floor and got straight between Cate's legs.

Straight away there was this gross slurping sound. Phoenix really did eat cunt like some hungry animal. She was eager and keen.

'Fuck,' said Cate. 'That's a good, good girl.'

Theresa sat down next to me and put her hand up her dress. 'You might as well have a wank whilst we watch. I know I'm going to.'

I unbuckled my jeans. My dick sprang out. I stroked myself. Normally the girls are impressed but I knew today they only had eyes for each other. I was a spectator.

'Jesus, that's so good,' said Cate as she writhed on the floor. 'For such an old dog she really is as keen as a new born pup. I can honestly say that no-one has ever licked my snatch as good as Phoenix. Not my cousin Theresa, not my teacher, back at school, not even my uncle, Theresa's dad.'

'Shit,' I said. 'What is your family like?' 

'Fucked up,' said Theresa. She had her dress up by her waist now. She wore no panties. She flicked her clit with her index finger.

Pheonix was groaning and moaning, pushing her face deep into Cate's crotch. She wanted to please her mistress. She wanted to be a good dog.

Cate gasped and arched her back. She pushed her cunt into Phoenix's face. Her tiny tits were in the air.

'Such a good old dog,' said Cate. 'Yes, yes, yes. Right there. Lick me there and I will come. I WILL come soon. Just there. Good dog. Good slutty, old dog. Do it right. Do it right. Oh Yeeeeeeesssssssss!'

It was a beautiful sight. Cate's whole body tensed up as the orgasm shook through her. She fell back on to the floor and slumped. Pheonix pulled out and sat up.

Her face was absolutely smeared with cunt juice. She looked very pleased with herself.

'My turn,' said Theresa. 'Get on your back you dirty, old bitch.'

Phoenix rolled onto her back. She had been well trained. Theresa squatted then knelt down onto Phoenix's face. Theresa was always the most aggressive of the two cousins.

She didn't care to make Phoenix comfortable in anyway. She just just ground her plump, tight fuck hole into Phoenix's hungry mouth.

'Fucking eat it. Eat it bitch!' shouted Theresa.

The girls were getting nastier and were enjoying abusing Phoenix but Phoenix seemed to like it even more. She moaned and licked and tongued at Theresa's wet pussy.

'Fuck her face, cousin,' shouted Cate who was now sitting up but had stuck two fingers in her cunt and was trying to bring herself off again. 'Sit on that dirty bitch's face. Come on her. Come on her my sweet cousin. Oh this is so fucking hot.'

Theresa pushed her tits out proud, 'Shit, she really does eat cunt good doesn't she? I'm nearly there. I'm nearly fucking there.'

'We have our own sex slave, a beautiful old dog who will eat our soft young cunts in return for dog food and a kennel,' said Cate. She had three fingers inside herself now.

'FUCK ME THAT'S GOOD!' cried Theresa. She was thrusting up and down Phoenix's face. She was being so hard and rough. It must have been hurting poor Phoenix but she didn't complain. She really was a very good dog.

'Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!' cried Theresa.

As she came she pushed down so hard I felt I was going to hear Phoenix's skull crack. Theresa threw her head back and her huge tits shook as she howled out her cum cry, 'aarrrrrrrggggggggghhhhh!'

'Me too! Me too!' Cate had her legs as far apart as they would go and had three fingers in deep. She was finger fucking herself hard and fast. She came for the second time and sighed, 'what a fucking, dirty, depraved slut you are Phoenix. Good girl.'

Phoenix was finally allowed up for air.

Her face was covered in cunt juice.

'Could you get her a bowel of water?' asked Theresa who was now slumped in a heap on the floor.

I went to the kitchen. Phoenix followed me. I hadn't gotten to come. My dick was as rigid as a pole.

I found a bowl with 'dog' written on it.

I placed it on the floor.

Phoenix lapped at the fresh water with her arse in the air.

I fucking love living on this street.

(Phoenix exists. Find her here.)

Chapter 32: The Town Bike

Stephanie lives at number 42 with her husband Rob and their baby.

She fucks whoever she likes and doesn't tell him.

You can read all of Stephanie's stories here.

The weather's getting warm here in England. Steph knocked on my door and said, "Let's go for a bike ride."

Stephanie was sitting on her bike. She wore a tight white cotton t-shirt. She wore knee-high woolly socks over dark nylon tights. She wore the smallest denim shorts and cute heeled boots.

What the hell is it with woolly knee high socks over dark, black nylons? The girls dress like that all the time here in London. As the girls add more layers over themselves they should be getting less sexy not more. It's magical.

The sight of that expanse of nylon stretched over their thighs never fails to get me hard. The girls know it too. I see how they smile and look away.

I got out my bike. I rode behind Stephanie down Red Lion Street. I watched her tight ass rubbing against the bicycle seat. I watched her firm butt cheeks stretch the denim.

It's hard to ride with a boner.

Stephanie road to the 'back fields'. The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Stephanie's husband, Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me cycling with his wife.

Steph parked her bike and got off. Stephanie undid a button on her denim shorts and stretched out in the sun.

"I fucking love this weather," she said.

Back in January Stephanie spent a weekend in a hotel and got totally torn apart by three big dicked black guys.

She sent me photos. You can read all about it here.

"You sent me photo of you naked, covered in the spunk of three men you'd met on the Internet," I said to Stephanie.

"Are you sure?," she said. She was still stretching and basking in the sun. "I don't remember doing that. How strange."

"You went to a hotel," I said. "Each man paid you £500 to fuck you. You never told your husband."

"You're talking shit," said Steph. "It costs more than that to fuck me. Much more."

"Why do you do this? Why do you cheat, lie and treat your husband so badly. You've had a child with him."

"Are you trying to lecture me little man? I don't need morals from you. I fuck who I like, when I like. My cunt craves it. I use my Husband for his money. The child is my security."

This woman was unbelievable. I was completely rigid for her.

"You have an erection," said Stephanie looking at my crotch.

"No, I haven't," I said.

"Don't lie," said Stephanie. "Would you like to see me try and ride my bike with my denim shorts round my knees?"

"Very, very much," I said.

Stephanie eased her shorts down to her knees. She wore no panties underneath her dark nylons. I could see her cunt. I could see her arse cheeks.

I could see the dark nylon stretched tight over her butt. 

I was so fucking hard.

"I knew you wouldn't be wearing any panties," I said.

"And I knew that you knew,"  said Stephanie. "Let's ride."

We got on our bikes and rode. Stephanie left her jean shorts round her knees. The bike saddle pushed up into her arse and cunt.

We rode our bikes to the far end of the field. I rode behind Stephanie, naturally.

"What can you see?" she asked.

"I can see the blossom start to bud on the trees. It's uncommonly warm for this time of year. Spring has come early. It's a beautiful day for a bike ride."

"What else can you see?"

"I can see your bike saddle riding up into your arse crack. I can see your perfect butt cheeks move as you cycle. I can see the smallest glimpse of butt crack above the waist band of your pantyhose."

"It's so hot," said Stephanie. "I'm  developing a sweat."

"I bet it's sweaty down there between your legs," I said. "Between the leather of your bike set, the stretched nylon and your gorgeous snatch. I bet it's wet with sweat and cunny juice."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out of his bedroom window he would see his wife cycling with her jeans around her knees.

"Can you imagine, how it smells?" asked Stephanie.

"No," I said. "I can't possibly imagine."

"Anyone could see us out here," said Steph. "Anyone could see my dirt box underneath my pantyhose."

"Don't you care?" I asked. "What if your husband saw?"

"I want him to see me," said Steph. "I've left photographs of me getting fucked by three black men in his bedside drawer. He will find them soon."

"Why do you want Rob to find out?" I asked.

"I want to see what it turns him into," said Stephanie.

"And what might that be?"

"A man."

Stephanie stopped in the middle of the field. She threw her bike to the ground. Her denim shorts fell to her ankles.

"I'm going to pull my tights down a little. So you can see my pussy better. So everyone can see my pussy better."

"Of course you are," I said.

Stephanie put her thumbs in her waist band and pulled down her nylons. She left them half way down her thighs. The waist band pinched her soft white skin a little. 

Stephanie turned around bent over so her arse and cunt were fully exposed to me.

"What can you see?" she said.

"I can see the grass, the fields, the sky. In the next field I can see two horses standing in the shade. It's a beautiful day to be alive."

"What else can you see?"

"The cunt of a whore," I said.

"Can you smell it too?" she asked.

"Not from here," I said.

"Then get closer."

I love the sight of a woman with her clothes pulled in all different directions just to display her fuck hole. Stephanie hadn't taken a stitch off. Her jeans were round her ankles and her tights were halfway down her thighs. She still had her high heeled boots on. Whatever happened I didn't want her to get anymore undressed than this.

I wanted to fuck her this way.

I moved in closer. I got on my knees. My face was five inches away from her cunt. I breathed in.

"What can you smell?" she asked.

"The grass, nature, summer."

"Anything else?"

"I can smell the wet, sweaty snatch of the town fucking bike."

Stephanie laughed, "Very good." Stephanie got down on her knees. She reached behind her and pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her tiny shit-hole looked tight and clean.

"What about now?" she asked.

"I can smell your arse."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out of his bedroom window he would see me on my hands and knees sniffing his Wife's anus.

"Lick it," she said. "Lick it now."

I love to lick a girl's arsehole. I will worship any woman who demands I eat her back door. I got in close. Stephanie stretched her hole wide.

I ran my tongue around her rim.

"Fucking Holy Mary," said Stephanie.

I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her.

"Sweet baby Jesus," she said.

I pushed my tongue in as far as it could go. My face was smothered in her arse.

"That's it. That's right."

"Do you want a finger in your slit?" I asked.

"I want two," said Steph. "Finger fuck me, slow."

I slipped two fingers inside her glistening, smooth pussy. They went in easily. I fucked her slow and steady with my hand. Stephanie pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her wedding ring was right by my face.

"Finger fuck me. Lick me."

I pushed my fingers inside her as far as they could go and licked her precious little rosebud.

"Sweet nirvana, this is going to do it," said Steph.

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me finger fucking his wife and licking her anus.

Stephanie came like a little girl. She squealed like a child with a bag of candy. She pushed her cunt back on my fingers and I felt her tighten around me. I pushed my tongue deep into her arse as she orgasmed. Her shit hole tightened too as she let a second wave flood through her.

"Oh my," said Stephanie.

I withdrew. I had her arse stench on my face and her pussy juice on my fingers.

"What now?" I asked.

"What's the worst you can think of?" said Stephanie. She was still on her hands and knees.

"The worst I can think of is that you just stay like that a while. I use you as a cum rag. I jerk myself and land my cream all over your perfect arse. You go home to your husband with another man's semen running down your shit crack."

"That's fine," said Stephanie. "Do that. Help yourself. Do it quickly. Don't waste my time."

I got my dick out. I wanked myself. I thought of the time I looked through Stephanie's window and saw my friend Cate licking her snatch. You can read about that here.

Steph looked back at me and said, "Hurry up."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me spraying his Wife's arse with my hot sticky seed.

Steph was covered. Gloopy cum fell from her arse and collected in the crotch of her nylons. Jizz dripped down her ass crack.

"What can you see?" asked Stephanie.

"A whore in a field."

I love living on this street.