Chapter 42: Kebab

WARNING: this piece contains themes of non-consent sex. Please use your best judgement when deciding whether to read on.

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 phoned me up.

'Fuck off Val,' I said.

'What? Why are you talking to me like that?' said Valerie, feigning shock.

'I'm fed up with it, for years now you've been teasing me. Laughing at me, making fun of me whilst I just stand there with my dick in my hand. Either you want me to fuck you or you don't. I don't want to be part of this weird fucked up situation you have with your husband. I don't want to play anymore.'

'Shut the fuck up and listen,' said Valerie.

'Fuck off,' I barked back.

'Find me three boys, teenagers preferably. Take them to the kebab shop tomorrow night around 11 o'clock. Tell them they can fuck an old whore if they want.'

'Jesus,' I said. 'No, Valerie, please stop.'

'Grow a pair, dicksplash,' said Valerie, 'and bring a camera. This is going to be a present for my husband.'

I put the phone down. I pretended I wasn't going to do what Valerie told me, for a few hours. Then my dick told me different.

Do you know how hard it is to find three teenagers prepared to fuck a fifty year old woman around the back of a kebab shop? I'll tell you. Not very hard at all.

Four emails and two phone calls later I had found Gary, Mark and Rob. They were young, dumb and muscly. Three brain dead douche-bags who liked sport and porn. They said the word 'dude' a lot.

The next night I met them at the Kebab shop at 10:45. They wore shorts and t-shirts. They were nervous, excited and even slightly angry. Their heads were jutting like chickens, chewing imaginary gum.

Valerie walked up dressed like a 1980's prostitute. Tight, short, red dress with black seamed tights and ridiculous patent leather heels.

Valerie has a tight, firm body for a fifty year old. If you think a fifty year old woman could never make you hard or wet then you just haven't met Valerie yet.

Sometimes though, just sometimes, Valerie is starting to look her age. She looked uncomfortable with her legs on show. It was the first time I had seen her a little unsure of her sexuality. The cocky swagger and swing of her hips was missing.

My sweet Valerie was getting old.

'Hello boys,' said Valerie.

'Do you want us to fuck you, tart?' said Gary.

'Fuck, what a slag,' said Mark.

'Here? Now? Really?' said Rob.

'Follow me,' said Valerie as she walked into a narrow alley down the side of the Kebab shop. We stopped a few meters. It was dark but anyone could still see us from the street.

Valerie dropped to her knees. She pulled her dress up around her waist. She was wearing tights not stockings. A strange choice I thought.

Mark was rubbing his dick in his shorts. He was hard and eager.

Robbie stood back and seemed unsure.

Valerie looked at Gary and beckoned him with one finger. 'Stick it in my gob teenager. Come to Mummy.'

Gary stood in front of Valerie and she pulled his shorts to the ground. His dick really was quite impressive, thick and long though not fully hard, a lazy lob-on.

'Little boy needs help,' Valerie didn't hold back. She wanked the teenager like a skilled nurse. Long, careful strokes. She was a professional, she loved her craft. Gary was fully hard inside 30 seconds.

'Shit, fuck,' said Gary. He seemed a little embarrassed in front of his friends but he could help himself. He was getting wanked off by a 50 year old slut, around the back of a kebab shop and he was already getting close to the edge.

I started taking photographs.

Valerie said, 'Don't worry honey. Mummy's here.' She started to lick the length of his impressive shaft.

Mark had got his dick out as well now. His dick was also long, but thinner than Gary's.

Valerie was starting to become her good old self. She looked the perfect MILF slag with her high heels splayed out behind her. She started to wank Gary harder.

'Shit,' said Gary. 'I can't hold on much longer.'

'You don't need to baby,' said Valerie. 'Let it go,' and with that Valerie got underneath Gary's balls and lowered them into her mouth and sucked on them. She pulled down on his dick in long, furious strokes.

Gary made a high pitched noise like a little girl. 

His dick erupted. 

He spat out his load.

A glorious fountain of young jizz.

Boy-come fell on Valerie's hair, some on her face too.

It rained down on her.

I kept taking photos.

'Next', called Valerie.

Mark was keen for it to be him. 'Do we get to fuck too?' he seemed to be asking me.

'Ask the lady, not me,' I said.

Valerie had turned herself over and was lying on her back.

She was lying on the cold, dirty concrete. Her dress was pulled up above her waist and her legs were stretched wide apart.

All fours of us could see Valerie's old bald cunt under the stretched nylon. She wore no panties. Tights seemed a strange choice for a woman wanting to get gang banged round the back of a kebab shop. I would have thought that stockings would have been a better option.

Valerie looked up at the boys and said, 'I want one of you to fuck my cunt and the other to fuck my slut mouth. I want to be speared from both ends.'

'Why?' asked Mark.

'Because my husband wants me to and I want to be the best wife possible.'

'Take your tights off then you old bag,' said Mark.

'Rip them,' said Valerie. 'Rip Mummy's tights off.'

Mark got down and started clawing at Valerie's tights. His dick was rock hard and ready to burst.

He managed to work a hole in Valerie's nylons and pulled a bigger hole around her crotch area.

'These tight's cost more than you earn in a week, boy,' said Valerie.

'Fucking slut,' said Mark.

Valerie's cunt was exposed. Everyone could tell it was wet.

Mark got on his knees in between Valerie's legs. Valerie got her legs further apart.

Valerie looked above her at Robbie who had his dick out now. His dick was medium length but fat and wide.

'Stick that in my mouth now little boy.'

As Robbie walked over Valerie reached down and scooped her tits out of her red dress.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

I took more photos.

Mark slid his dick in with ease.

Every one could see Valerie's wedding ring.

Gary was fidgeting in the background. His dick still semi hard. He seemed unsettled and wild eyed. 'Fuck the slag,' he said. 'Fuck the old slag. She wants it. Give it to her.'

Mark started pounding Valerie's cunt. He was going to town on her. He wasn't wearing a condom. Nobody thought to ask and Valerie didn't say anything.

'What a dirty old MILF,' cried Mark.

'She's sucking my dick,' said Robbie.

Valerie got her mouth free for a second and said, 'my teenage boys, fuck Mummy. Fuck your Mummy.'

Mark was fucking Valerie so hard. I knew he would come soon.

Gary was wanking himself hard again. I didn't like the look in his eye.

Valerie was lying there like a bedraggled whore. She was getting fucked from both ends. Her tits were shaking.

Mark started to come. He said, 'Fucking, fuck me!'

He pulled his dick half way out. His come ejaculated out over Valerie's pussy lips and onto the concrete.

'Mummy got fucked,' said Mark laughing.

'Yes she did,' said Valerie, in between mouthfuls of dick.

'I want another go,' said Gary. He had made himself hard again. 'I want to fuck the Granny.'

Valerie spat the dick out of her mouth and looked up at him with hate in her eyes, 'What the fuck did you call me?'

'Granny,' said Gary.

'Fuck you,' said Valerie. She was starting to get up. She had come in her hair and come falling out of her pussy. 'No-one calls me Granny. I'm not your fucking Granny you fucking dumb cunt.'

Valerie was almost up on her feet when Gary punched her full in the face. Valerie fell to the ground. 'Stay down, Granny. I'm going fuck you good.'

'Hey, hey lads, clam down,' I said. Moving in to help Valerie up.

Mark's fist crashed into the side of my face. Gary turned round and punched me hard in the gut. I fell to my knees.

I couldn't get up.

Mark went behind Valerie and gripped her arms.

Gary slapped her face.

Robbie got in between her legs with his stiff little dick.

'Me next,' said Robbie.

'No me,' said Gary.

'No me, said Robbie.

Valerie was crying. 'Please stop. I've had enough. I want to go home.''

'Shut your flithy Granny cunthole mouth,' barked Gary he slapped her face.

Robbie was inside her cunt already.

Valerie looked at me with terror in her eyes.

I couldn't get up. I was winded.

Gary slapped her face.

Robbie fucked her.

Mark laughed.

Valerie said, 'They're fucking raping me.'

They were too strong for her. She couldn't move.

Robbie fucked her hard.

Gary slapped her face again.

Mark laughed.

Robbie started to come.

Valerie said, 'Please stop.'

Robbie's come was leaking out of the side of Valerie's pussy lips.

We heard a Police siren and saw flashing blue lights.

The boys got their trousers on and ran.

Valerie lay there crying, 'They fucking raped me,' she said.

There was cum on the floor. Cum in her hair. Cum on her face.

I managed to get up. I pulled Valerie out of the alley.

We got out into the street and Valerie fell to the floor.

A policeman and an ambulance driver walked up and said, 'It's ok, it's ok.'

Valerie lay on the floor crying.

She said, 'They raped me, they raped me.'

I sat down. I felt sickened by what I had seen and what I had become.

I hate living on this street.

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.