Chapter 49: The Funeral of Derek Sullivan

Derek Sullivan has died. 

He had a heart attack when he saw photos of three boys gang banging his wife, Valerie, around the back of the local Kebab shop.

Valerie lives at number 28 Red Lion Street. You can read all of her stories here.

Valerie is 51, I'm 41. She has teased me for half her life. She's wanked me. She's blown me. She's let me do everything.

But we've never fucked. She says she will one day. I don't believe her.

A month ago Valerie asked me to find three boys to fuck her in a back alley. She asked me to take photos. Things got out of hand.

Valerie gave her husband the photos. And then he died.

I love weddings. People dress sexy at weddings.

Some people dress even sexier at funerals. Wrong people.

I walked into the Church. Funerals are a place for dark nylon and tasteful high heels. 

I saw Tessa, who lives at number 13, sitting on a pew at the back of the church. 

We sometimes flirted. We both knew we’d never fuck. That made the flirting better. 

She wore a see through blouse and tight a tight vest top that revealed the shape of her heavy breasts. Her pillarbox red lips matched her flame red hair.  Her face was covered by a black net widows veil. 

I bet those pouty lips sucked like a Dyson. 

Underneath she wore a too tight black pencil skirt, a deep split ran up the thigh of her right leg, revealing the red top of her black opaque stockings. Underneath all of this she sported the most ridiculous shoes, all shiny, black and patent with ruffles on the front and 5.5” heels that could kill. 

Tessa is real. She writes erotic fiction. You can read it here.

My dick grew hard. 

'I hardly think that is appropriate for a funeral do you?' said Tessa looking at the bulge in my trousers. 

'Well what the fuck do you expect looking like that? It’s a provocative way to dress for a funeral.'

'I’m being respectful, I’ve made a real effort today, Derek was a really special person and always appreciated my sense of dress. I haven’t really changed what I usually wear, this is pretty standard fare for me, a girl has to feel presentable.' 

Taking out a pocket mirror, she twisted her lipstick up and re-applied the red tint to her lips. 

'Nobody wears this kind of thing all the time. That’s just a wank fantasy. It doesn’t happen' I said. 

'I beg to differ good Captain. Just because you happen to get... hard... because of what I wear, doesn’t mean that’s why I do it. Has it ever occurred to you that I wear what I like because I like it? 

I like nice things, I like quality materials against my skin, I have very soft, sensitive skin, and well, the softer the material, the better I feel. There’s just something so... sensual, about the feeling of soft satin or silk against the naked flesh.' 

Her eyes went distant as she was obviously thinking very hard about it. 

'Satin and lace panties, soft nylon sizzling as I pull them slowly over my calves and thighs, why suffocate the flash of colour of expensive panties by encasing them in tights? It just wouldn’t be right. Besides, sometimes, panties are simply not necessary.' 

Narrowing her eyes at my bulging cock she sighed. 'But of course, explaining this doesn’t assist with that does it?' and gestured at my throbbing dick. 

I shook my head and walked on.

The church was getting full. At the front by the altar I saw Lois. Lois lives at number 9. Lois was kneeling, praying with some rosary beads in her hand. 

Lois is a sweet young religious girl. She goes to church every Saturday with her family, it's a tradition. 

Lois is a tiny thing. Only 5 feet tall but but a perfect compact shape. This perfect little girl has beautiful, heavy natural tits and long black hair. She's 22. She looks even younger.

Lois is real. You can find her on Twitter here.

'Are you ok Lois?' I asked. She looked upset.

'Captain, do I look like a prostitute to you?'

Lois was dressed in a smart black satin dress. In truth it was probably a little too short.

She wore smart, black, high heels. She did look a little like a prostitute, but one that I couldn't afford.

'No, not at all,' I lied.

'A man came up to me,' said Lois. 'He asked if I was Derek's prostitute. I said, no. He said he would be happy to take up my services.'

'Take no notice, Lois. Men are brutes.'

'I try to be good, Captain but sometimes I need to do bad things.'

'Like what?'

'I'm not wearing panties. I like wearing no panties to church.'

'Do you believe in God, Lois?'

'Very much,' said Lois. 'But sometimes when I dress for church I just leave my panties off. I want to be available. I want my cunt out.'

'Bless you,' I said.

'It is a blessing,' said Lois. 'I see my cunt very much as a blessing. So why do I feel so bad?'

'You should go to confession,' I said.

'I have already,' said Lois. 'I got here early to speak to Father.'

'You confessed?'

'I have a lot to confess,' said Lois. 'and I love the confession booth.'

'Why?' 

'I can feel God when I'm in there. He knows what I am. I can let out my sins and I have so very, many sins. Nasty secrets. When I'm there alone, with the voice behind the screen. The voice of a man of God. I can be who I am. A whore. God knows I'm a whore.'

'What did you tell the priest?'

'When I was young I would go to the Church when no-one was there. I would take boys to the church and fool with them. I would blow them in the belfry. I would screw on the grass in the cloister. I would spread my legs and lie back on the altar. 

I fancied the boys but I fancied my priest even more. Me and this guy found the room where the priest kept his robes. I made him dress as the priest. He fucked me in holy robes. It was the worst I've ever been.'

'And you told the father this today? In confession?'

'I told him,' said Lois. 'I told him with my legs open whilst I played with myself.'

'What did the priest say?' 

'He said he could smell me,' said Lois. 'The priest said he could smell my cunt.'

'Jesus Christ.'

'He said that too. He said I was the devil's whore. He said he had to beat the devil out of me.'

'How did that make you feel?'

'It made my nasty, whore cunt even wetter, Captain. He took me to his room. He gripped my hand so tightly.

He made me bend over his knee. He pulled my dress up.

He saw I was wearing no panties.

He called me a whore.

He called me devil.

He spanked me.

He hit me hard.

Really hard.

My heart raced.

My cunt tingled.

He called me a slattern.

He called me a witch's imp.

He called me a tramp.

He hit so hard.

He spanked with anger.

But my bad nasty cunt just got wetter.

Fuck, it feels so good to be punished.

So fucking good.

He really hurt me.

He really spanked me.

And whilst I was over his knee.

I could feel his cock grow.

Pushing into my belly.

He was old enough to be my grandfather.

I could feel his old man cock stiffen into my belly.

And that just made him madder.

Made him spank harder.

Made my cunt wetter.

It stung, it really stung.

But it was so sweet, I knew I was being used. I knew loved it.

I wanted to be used.

It was heaven.

We're all going to hell, Captain.'

'I don't believe in any of that, Lois,' I said.

'I wish I didn't,' said Lois.

I left Lois alone with her prayers and sat down in the pews.

It was a lovely service.

Afterwards every one left but Valerie stayed at the front, staring at the casket.

I walked up to her.

'Do you want to be alone?' I asked.

'No stay,' said Valerie.

Valerie was dressed to please as always: strappy black heels, tight black dress and sheer, black hold ups.

'What happened?' I asked.

'After those three guys fucked me in the alley I presented your photos to my husband as a present.'

'They didn't just fuck you Valerie, they raped you.'

'It all went too far. Perhaps some fantasies are meant to come true, but I wanted me husband to see. I wanted him to see his fifty year old wife get fucked by three teenagers.'

'Did he like the photos?'

'He couldn't speak. He just held them in his hands and trembled. I knelt down in from of him and unwrapped his cock. He was fully hard and erect. I took him in my mouth. I sucked him off. I wanked him. And he came. I swallowed my husbands junk and it tasted beautiful.

When I looked up he was dead. Stone cold dead.

He'd had a heart attack as he came in my mouth.

You see I can't ever really be sad.

It was a perfect death.

If I close my eyes I can still taste him.'

'Fucking shit,' I said.

'They were his last words, funnily enough.'

We stood there in silence for a while. It was an awkward situation what with everything that had passed between us.

'Captain?' said Valerie.

'Yes?' 

'Fuck me.'

'Where?'

'In my cunt.'

'No where?'

'Here on top of my dead husbands coffin. In the church.'

'Finally,' I said.

Valerie turned around. I unzipped her dress. Pulled it down to her waist. 

She turned back to face me. She wore no bra. She didn't need to. Valerie had amazing tits. She was proud of them.

She pushed them out.

She pulled her dress up. 

She wore no knickers.

She was old, but her cunt was still perfect.

She got up on Derek's coffin. She lay back. She spread her legs.

'The coffin is fucking height,' said Valerie. 'I made sure.'

Valerie lay back and opened her legs.

I got my hard dick out and eased it inside her.

I can't lie, she wasn't the tightest fuck. Or the youngest. Or even the best.

But I had been masturbating about this woman for thirty years.

For almost every day of my life I had watched this temptress clip, clop down my street.

In her tight skirts, skimpy blouses and impractical heels.

Don't you have someone like that in your life?

The forbidden fuck?

The wife's friend?

The work colleague?

The neighbour?

This was the fuck I'd wanted all my life.

Valerie from across the road. I was fucking her on top of her dead husband's coffin. She moved her hips with me. She arched her back. She pushed her tits up. She gasped. I threw my full length into her. My full fucking length.

I fucked her hard.

I fucked her rough.

Valerie said very little. She just stared me straight into the eye and said, 'Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard on my dead husband's coffin.'

'Fuck, you delicious whore. Why did you make me wait so long,' I asked.

'You weren't ready,' she said. 'Come out.'

'Why?' I said.

'Turn me round,' she said. 'Fuck my shit hole.'

'Really?' I asked.

'I want something that big, up my anus. Now.'

I pulled out. We got off the casket. Valerie leant against it.

She pulled her arse cheeks apart. She made her arsehole gape.

She turned around, looked at me and said, 'please?'

I entered her. I went in easily.

I fucked my dream woman.

I fucked her hard up the arse.

I fucked her in a church next to her husband's corpse.

She turned and looked at me.

She said, 'Some women can't come through anal, but I can.'

'Really?' I said.

'You have to fuck me, fast for a long time, when I say stop, you mustn't. You have to send me over the brink.'

Older people fuck better than young people. We fuck longer and harder.

I fucked Valerie and looked up at the ceiling of the church. We were out of control.

We were losing our minds.

All semblance of reason was reason was leaving our shallow minds.

We were demented fuck robots.

We didn't care who we hurt, who saw or what happened.

We were just programmed to rut and fuck and buck and moan.

Valerie did say stop. Several times.

She cried out stop.

She cried, 'Jesus please stop.'

She howled, 'I've changed my mind, I really, really can't take it anymore. Please stop.'

Then she whined, 'Holy fuck, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close!'

I said, 'Come, whore.'

'I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am!'

Valerie came hard. Her arsehole clenched tight. I shot a bucket of spunk up her contracting back hole.

I fell out of her and onto the stone floor exhausted.

But Valerie climbed up onto the coffin.

She squatted on it in her heels.

She pulled her arse cheeks open and let the jizz dribble out of her spent arsehole.

My cum fell out of her arse onto the wood.

Valerie got on her knees and started licking up my cum off her husbands casket.

I love living on this street.

But something has to stop.

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 15: After the Red Room

This story follows on directly from Chapter 14

Myself, Cate and Theresa were tired drunk and elated. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It seems inevitable," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought of the possibilities.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As you wish old man," said Theresa.

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

"I might call you Daddy," said Theresa.

"As you wish," I said.

"Show her," said Cate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do it right," she said.

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

"Oh my," said Theresa.

I did it again. And again. And again.

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

"Get me ready," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever you say Daddy," said Theresa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh," said Theresa.

"Oh," I said.

"Oh," said Cate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There are no losers here," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  

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

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

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

"Jesus," I cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cum splattered onto Cate's cheeks mouth and glasses.

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

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

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

I love living on this street.

Chapter 14: Inside the Red Room Again

This story follows on directly from Chapter 13

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street, Cate and her cousin Theresa live at number 14.

To read all of Cate's stories click here.

To read all of Theresa's stories click here.

I was in a strange situation. I was at the Red Room night club with Cate and she had introduced me to her cousin Theresa. Theresa had asked me to take care of her. I had watched three complete strangers cum over her in the men's toilets.

She had cum on her face, cum on her tits and cum all over her black satin dress.

I had tried my best to clean her up with my handkerchief. Like a gentleman I cleaned away the drying jizz from her chin. I tried my best to clean the spunk from her black satin dress but I was afraid it had stained it.

She said, "Thank you for cleaning me up. You're so kind. I don't know how I got into such a mess."

We went back out on the dance floor. The music was too loud.

Theresa was all tits and ass, she still looked gorgeous but I could still spot the cum stains on her dress. She found her cousin Cate and started giggling and laughing. I guess Theresa was telling her what  had just happened.

Every guy in the venue was looking at these two amazing young woman. With their bright red hair and their tight evening dresses they managed to be both classy and sexy at the same time.

Theresa was a juggernaut. A size 16 beauty with an ass that could eat a rugby team. She wore red heels with sexy little ankle straps.

Cate was slim, neat and tidy with a tight bubble ass and sexy little tits. She wore a red cocktail dress and long black gloves. She always wore glasses. I dreamt of coming on them.

The girls were laughing and pointing at me. Eventually Cate walked over. 

She shouted something at me. I couldn't hear, the music was too loud.

She said it again but I still couldn't hear.

She got right in my ear and said, "Will you take care of me too?"

I said, "I won't let anything bad happen to you."

She said, "Follow me."

She sauntered over to the men's toilets and I followed her. I couldn't stop staring at her ass.

Everybody in the night club had seen me come out of the gents with Theresa. Everybody saw me go back in with Cate.

When we got inside the toilet the music got quieter. We could hear each other speak.

"What are we doing in here?" I asked. "What's going on?"

"Ever since I was young I've been in competition with my cousin. I can't let her beat me."

"I just watched three complete strangers come over your cousin," I said.

"I know," said Cate. "Now she's out there rounding up some boys for me. Will you stay here with me and make sure nothing bad happens?"

"Something bad will happen." I said. "You are asking complete strangers to empty themselves on you. Do you not care what they look like? Who they are?"

"Not really," she said. "I mean it's not like I'm going to let them fuck me is it?"

Cate lead me into a toilet cubicle. She hitched her red dress up. She had slinky black panties on. She sat on the toilet and pulled her panties down her long white legs.

"You don't mind if I have a pee whilst we wait do you?" she asked.

I could hear Cate's pee splashing inside the toilet bowl.

I'm a man of forty and here I was watching a girl in her twenties pee in a public lavatory.

The door to the cubicle was pushed open. A thick lump-headed man came in. He looked at me and Cate and said, "A girl outside said there was a slut in here who needed to be jerked over?"

"That would be me," said Cate.

"Don't mind me," I said. "I'm just here to watch."

Behind the lump-head was another guy. "This is my brother Gary he wants to come on you too."

"The more the merrier," said Cate.

Cate had slipped her panties off of one leg. She had her legs wide apart and was stroking her clean shaving pussy. "Show me your dicks," said Cate.

The boys moved in and dropped their pants. Gary had a long thin dick. Lump-head's was bigger and fatter. They both had erections.

"This won't take long," said Cate. "Is there only two of you?"

"I think so," said Gary.

"Goddam Theresa," said Cate. "Now listen boys here are the rules. Don't come on my face, that's just for special occasions. I don't want jizz in my hair."

"Where shall we come?" asked the lump-head guy.

"You can come on my little titties, you can come on my long sexy legs, you can come on my sexy high heels."

"I don't want to get come on your dress," said Gary, starting to jerk himself off.

"I would prefer you didn't come on my dress either, but accidents do happen. This might get messy."

"I've changed my mind," said Gary. "I do want to come on your dress."

"Come here boys, let me take care of you," said Cate.

Cate sat there with her legs wide open and her panties hanging off of one ankle. One of her bra straps had fallen down her shoulder. She knew what looked sexy. She took a dick in each hand and started to wank the boys.

"Oh my beautiful babies," said Cate.

"Jesus fucking Christ," said Gary.

"What a beautiful whore," said Lump-head.

"Not many girls really know how to jerk off a boy," said Cate. "I do."

"It's too fucking much," said Gary.

"You can make me come, honey," said Lump-head.

"How do my satin gloves feel on your cocks boys?"

"It's too much, I might blow," said Gary.

"I love the way you do it," said Lump-head.

"Do your girls know how to wank you boys properly?" asked Cate.

"My girlfriend is right outside on the dance floor," said Gary.

"So is mine," said Lump-head.

"Fuck your slutty girlfriends tonight and think of me," said Cate.

"I want to fuck your mouth," said Gary.

"I want to fuck your cunt," said Lump-head.

"I know you do, boys but tonight it's just going to be a jizz shower, is anybody ready?"

"Oh my fucking god, your wanking me so right, Oh Jesus shit I'm going to blow all over you so soon," said Gary.

"Fucking come over my little titties you stupid useless fucker. Come on my dress and ruin it. Use me as a cumrag!" said Cate.

"Ugh," said Gary. He let go. He had three shots in him. He sprayed her left shoulder and tit. The cum was dripping down Cate's tit. Some spunk had got on her red dress.

"It's not enough," said Cate. "I want more cum on me and I want it now."

She wanked the Lump-head with both hands and stared up at him, "Do you like my long legs? Do you? Do you? Can you see my cunt? Can you? Can you? Go on, come for me! Come for me! Please come for me!"

Lump-head shouted, "Bitch fuck!" and let go. Cate pulled his dick down and he jetted long streams of baby batter over Cate's sexy legs. Cum was all over her thigh. She lifted her leg up so it started to run down to her pussy.

"Get out," she said to the two guys. "Go out and kiss your girlfriends. Tell them you love them."

The boys left.

Cate looked up at me. She had cum on her shoulder, cum on her tit, cum on her dress, cum on her thigh.

"Clean me up," she said.

Using my handkerchief I gently cleaned away the cum. She let me clean her like a little girl.

"Theresa won," I said.

"If you came on me it would be a draw?" said Cate.

"Maybe another time," I said.

I love living on this street.

(More Cate and Theresa next chapter).