Chapter 50: The Girl Next Door

Red Lion Street is getting me down.

There is only so much wanton abandonment I can take. I want to feel the earth again.

'Want' has replaced 'need'. I want to fuck forever and drown in a sea of cum and cunt juice.

But I need to breath again.

I want the girl next door. That's all we ever want isn't it?

The girl next door to me on Red Lion Street is Kasia. She lives at number 12 Red Lion Street and I live at number 10.

She lives their with her boyfriend. They're Polish.

Kasia and her boyfriend moved in on the 13th July.

I didn't see them for a few days. I just heard them fucking through my bedroom wall. They fucked like youngsters; hard, fast and often.

On the 20th July I was out in the garden and I noticed a hole in the fence, maybe two inches wide. It was at waist height.

I knelt down and peered through.

And there she was, Kasia in her garden. She wore a pretty, red summer dress. She wore neat black heels. She was small and fragile.

I can't remember what love feels like. Does it feel like this?

She looked too frail to fuck.

The noise I heard through the walls was of a young girl being properly pounded. She would scream like a dying cow. I assumed she was built stronger than this.

I stayed there watching her. She was in her own world. Dancing to an imaginary tune like a nine year old.

My dick stiffened.

Suddenly she looked straight at me through the hole and I quickly moved away.

I'm pretty sure she saw me. I went inside my house and wanked off at the thought of her.

After I wanked, I waited ten minutes and then I wanked off again. I thought about Kasia the second time too.

A week later on 20th July I looked back through the hole and saw her again.

She was in her bikini lying on a red rug. She was reading Krapp's Last Tape by Samuel Beckett.

The bikini was tiny, it revealed a beautiful large tattoo on her left arm.

She was wearing heels. Every girl who lives on Red Lion Street does. It's a condition.

Kasia has tiny tits. They are small, young and perfect. You might think I only like big tits. I don't.

I love to fuck flat chested girls or girls with G cups, swinging like boulders.

I love everything.

Or I've forgotten what I love.

I can't remember.

'Why do you stare at me Old Fox.'

It was Kasia, talking to me through the fence. She had a thick Polish accent. She was talking to me but she didn't once look up from her book.

'Because you are young. Full of potential. Eager to live.'

'Do you want to fuck me, neighbour?' she asked. She still didn't look up.

'Even though I am only 41 I feel ancient. I can't go on like this,' I said.

'I don't understand what you mean,' said Kasia.

I walked away from the hole.

The next day I heard Kasia shouting, 'Old Fox! Old Fox! Come see!'

I walked to the hole and looked through.

Kasia was in shiny red heels. She was dressed like a cheap prostitute. One that would cost less than £25. She wore a tight black lycra skirt and a skimpy purple vest.

She was bending over. She was showing me her cunt.

Her young, soft cunt.

Her beautiful, pretty, little snatch.

'Come see, Old Fox. Come and see my young cunt.'

'I can see,' I said.

'Have you ever seen a cunt as pretty as mine?' said Kasia.

'I don't believe I have,' I said. I was telling the truth. It was a beautiful pussy. It didn't look so much as shaven as naturally bald. But that couldn't be the case.

'How old are you?' I asked.

'22,' she said. 'but don't I look younger?'

'I don't want you to look any younger Kasia. You are already too young.'

'Too young for you Old Fox,' said Kasia.

'How tight is your cunt, Kasia?'

'Tighter than your first girlfriend's.'

I got up and walked away. I was as hard as a rock.

August 17th, early evening.

'Old Fox! Old Fox! Come and look!'

I walked to the hole and looked through. Kasia was in her best party clothes.

She had a little make up on. She wore a thigh length, flared skirt. She wore black patent heels.

Best of all she wore a tiny black choker with a pendant hanging from it.

Kasia was the fucking sex.

She had her tits out. She stroked and grabbed her small tiny tits.

'I'm going to a party,' said Kasia. 'My boyfriend is taking me to a party. There will be old men there. Will they like me?'

'Some of them will die,' I said.

'I worry my tits aren't big enough,' said Kasia.

'Your tits are beautiful,' I said. 'You don't need to worry about anything until you are 37. That's when the worrying starts.'

'Will you still want to fuck me when I'm 37, neighbour?'

'I'll be 56,' I said. 'If I can. I'll fuck you.'

'I do love my little tits,' said Kasia.

'Does your boyfriend know you show yourself to me Kasia?'

'We talk about you and laugh,' said Kasia. 'He say's, 'Go and show the Old Fox your tits.' We fuck loudly so you can hear us through the walls.'

I said, 'Next time wear hold ups for me, Kasia.'

I got up and walked away from the hole.

A month later she called me to the fence again.

'Like this, Old Fox?' asked Kasia.

Kasia was on the grass, her legs spread open. She wore black, sheer hold ups. She wore a white vest top and the tinniest black skirt. 

She wore pretty, black high heels with tee bars and red soles.

Best of all she wore the black choker.

'Usually I can only fit two fingers in my cunt, but today I managed to cram in three,' said Kasia.

'Jesus shit,' I said.

'Is this how you want me to dress, Old Fox? Like a whore from the 1970s?'

'You can dress however you like,' I said. 'It makes no difference.'

'My boyfriend had a message for you,' she said.

'What's that?' I asked.

'He said that you should save your cum for a week and then come out here to the garden and you can stick your cock through the hole in the fence. He want me to suck you then drink your seed.'

'OK' I said.

I left the hole in the fence.

On September the 24th she called me to the garden.

I went to the hole. She was there with her mouth open.

She wore a red party dress. She wore her choker again.

She wore make up.

She was right up against the hole.

She said, 'Did you save it for a week?'

I said, 'Yes.'

She said, 'Look at my delicate, porcelain face. Don't you want to fuck it?'

I said, 'Yes.'

She said, 'Stick your dick through.'

My dick was hard. I pushed it through the hole.

I felt warm, soft lips wrap around me shaft.

This is where the story ends. With the best blow job of my life.

Hard to explain.

The tongue.

The lips.

The tenderness.

The fact that I couldn't see her on the other side of the fence.

I came so fucking hard.

It was beautiful.

I threw my head up.

I looked at the sky.

I love living on this street.

But things have to change.

The End

Chapter 37: The Double

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.

Rob knocked on my door. He was in tears. He held up a photograph of Stephanie with three big black dick in her, cunt, arse and mouth.

I had seen the photo before.

'I found this photo of my wife. Jesus Christ, our marriage is over. We have a kid and everything. What is she doing?' said Rob.

'I know,' I said. 'Your wife is out of control.'

'You knew about this? You knew and didn't tell me?'

I decided there and then that, apart from the time I shot my own creamy load over Steph's arse, I would tell Rob everything.

'I just...couldn't get the guts to tell you. I've seen that photo before though. She pretty much brags about all the men she fucks. I'm so sorry Rob.'

'Jesus shit my wife is a whore. A real fucking whore,' said Rob.

'Well not a real whore,' I said. 'She doesn't charge money.'

'Have you fucked her?' asked Rob.

'No,' I said. It was the truth. I had just licked out her arse-hole and came on her butt cheeks. 'The funny thing is, I think she wanted you to know. I think she does actually love you but she wants you and her to be something else. Something wild. Something forbidden.'

'What am I going to do?' asked Rob.

'Well you can fuck whoever you like now, that's for sure,' I said.

'And you think that's what Stephanie wants?'

'I don't know about that but she can hardly hold it against you.'

'Shit, I...I don't know, I'm lost. I'm angry.'

'Come on,' I said, pulling on my coat. 'Let's go fuck a girl.'

'Just like that?' said Rob. 'Who?'

'Eloise at number 45,' I said. 'Now she really IS a whore. It's her business. We pay her. We fuck her. We've all fucked her. You're probably the only person on the street who hasn't.'

Eloise really is a whore. I fucked her once when I was bored. She is built with solid foundations. A woman who was bred to fuck and not much else. Her tits are like worlds colliding. Her legs are like the Twin Towers.

You can read all of Eloise's stories here.

Five minutes later we were in Eloise's place. She wore a small black, stretchy, lycra dress with nylons and black and white patent leather shoes. Both me and Rob had hard ons. She could tell.

'It's usually £500 to fuck my cunt without a condom, but you can't come inside me. However this fucker,' Eloise pointed at me. 'Shot his dirty wad up my snatch without asking last time. I'm not particularly inclined to let you back in there again without a sheath.'

'Yeah, sorry,' I said. 'I just lost control. It won't happen again.'

'Like fuck it won't,' said Eloise. 'Listen I tell you what I'll do. I'll charge you a special rate £800 for the both of you but you can't go in my cunt, you'll have to fuck my arse instead.'

'Shouldn't the arse cost more,' I asked.

'Not mine. Let's just say it's a little weather worn, plus there's a recession on.'

'It's a deal,' I said.

'Is she real?' said Rob.

With one move Eloise had her dress up and over her head and it was on the floor. Her big tits were already scooped outside of her bra like the pornstars have them. I assume she wore her bra like that all the time for convenience.

She was a vision in black nylon and lace.

'Don't take another thing off,' I said. 'You look perfect.'

'Drop your pants,' commanded Eloise.

Rob dropped his trousers and pants. A pretty decent shlong sprang out, hard and erect. Rob's dick looked angry and mean just like him.

I pulled down my own trousers. My dick could win prizes. I've told you this before.

'Holy fucking shit,' said Rob, looking at my dick.

'I know,' said Eloise. 'This shit head almost made me come last time. It really is something.'

'On your knees,' I said.

Eloise got down between us. She took our two shafts and started to wank us.

She wanked us good. She knew what she was doing. One in each hand. Long, generous strokes. She spat on our cocks. She took my dick in her mouth and flicked her tongue around. She looked up at Rob as she did so.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and said to Rob, 'I've seen you around, with your pretty wife and your little baby. What makes you come here and fuck me?'

'I found a picture of my wife, with all three of her holes filled by a bunch of black dudes,' said Rob.

'Lucky girl,' said Eloise as she moved over and took Rob's dick in her slutty gob.

'Oh mercy,' said Rob.

'Tastes delicious,' said Eloise as she came up for air. She went back down and deep throated him.

'My wife doesn't suck my dick like that,' said Rob.

'Of course she doesn't,' gargled Eloise with the dick half in her gob. 'But I bet she sucks other men's dicks like this. I bet she likes the taste of black dick the best of all. We all do when it comes down to it.'

Eloise switched from dick to dick. Taking us deeper and deeper each time.

When she didn't have a dick in her mouth she looked up at Rob and said, 'So why are you here getting your dick sucked? Why aren't you fucking your wife?'

'Because I found out she had had three black dicks in her cunt, arse and mouth, all bigger than mine.'

'Lucky, lucky girl, but you must be heartbroken you poor lamb,' said Eloise, still gasping between cock sucks. 'I'll tell you what as a special treat I'll let you eat out my filthy whore snatch for free.'

'Blimey,' Rob looked at me with a worried face. 'Eating out a whore's cunt. Is that even safe?'

'I washed it this morning. Get down there fucknuts.'

Eloise had a special kind of cushioned table made purely for fucking. It's the kind of thing you only see in the home of a prostitute, or a couple of swingers, or a gonzo porn directer.

Eloise climbed on to it and got her legs apart. Rob paused for a moment and then got down and started lapping at Eloise's greasy pussy. Eloise reached down and grabbed the back of Rob's head and pulled him deep into her crotch.

I went up to Eloise's face. She got her big cock sucking lips around my tip. She licked and kissed and teased.

It was a gorgeous sight looking down at Eloise spread out on her whore table like a succulent piece of fuckmeat. This women was over the hill and almost used up. But somehow despite her big fake tits and her skanky, tramp mouth this fuck monster still had class.

Her lingerie, stockings and shoes were not that of a normal everyday whore. She spent money on the tools of her trade. She was an artist too. A truly creative mind. The way she flicked and tongued my helmet. She kept bringing me up close to the edge but instinctively knew when to slow down and prevent her getting a gooey splat of man fat on her face.

She was different to how she'd been when I had fucked her previously. Normally she was good, but it still felt like she was watching the clock. This time it seemed like she wanted something out of this too.

She kept her hand clamped on the back of Rob's head and kept pushing him exactly where she wanted him. She lifted her big arse off of the table and pushed up into him trying to squeeze every sensation out of his eager mouth.

'Eat me, fucking eat me!' she said. 'Your slut wife is worse than me. At least I get paid. Three horse dicked black dudes in every hole. Think of that and eat my filthy whore cunt.'

I watched Rob eat Eloise's slit. I can't say I was jealous but Rob seemed to be really enjoying himself.

'How many men have screwed your tired fuck hole, Eloise?' I asked.

'I know this because I need this information for my accountant,' said Eloise. '672.'

'Fuck,' I said.

'That just makes me want to eat cunt even more,' said Rob.

'Fuck me now,' said Eloise. 'Flip me over. Fuck me up the arse.'

Eloise sprang up and got on all fours. She splayed her legs out.

'Condom?' asked Rob.

'Don't fucking care, stick it in,' said Eloise.

Rob parted the prostitute's butt cheeks and glided in. His face looked surprised, as though he didn't expect it to go in that easily.

Rob grabbed Eloise's and bra and suspender belt. He pulled them tight.

I stuck my dick in Eloise's mouth and fucked her face some more.

The three of us rocked like that for a while. A perfect spit roast. Eloise pushed back and made sure Rob's balls slapped against her arse as she let him go in deep.

'My cock's going in so fucking deep,' he cried.

I thrust my big dick all the way in too. I made sure my bell end hit the back of her throat. Eloise looked up at me and her eyes said harder, rougher, faster.

I fucked her face harder, faster and rougher.

Today was special for Eloise. I don't know why. She wanted more.

'How many men have fucked my wife? Why is my wife such a slag?' tears started to run down Rob's face as he continued to fuck like a deranged robocop.

Eloise came up from air. 'Shit,' she said. 'I don't know what it is, maybe the thought of your bedraggled, cumstained wreck of a wife but you two big dicked fuckers might actually be able to bring this old whore off.'

'Really?' I gasped. 'When did a man last make you come with his dick?'

'2003. Tip me over the edge and this is on the house, fucknuts.'

'But how?'

Eloise slipped of Rob and told him to lie on the table. He lay back with his dick in the air like a flagpole.

'I can't hold on much longer,' said Rob.

Eloise got above him with her back to him and lowered herself down. She spread her swollen shit hole wide. 'Back in you go,' she said.

Rob was up inside her arse-hole. Eloise pulled her legs up high and wide. 'Fuck yes, she said. Now you,' she looked at me.

'What? In there? It's....impossible?'

'I don't think my cunt even works anymore. I want two dicks up my anus, right now. Stretch me, use me.'

Eloise pulled her legs further apart. Both me and Rob were pretty well hung guys. I thought this defied the laws of physics. I pushed my tip in above Rob's dick. Our cocks touched. I don't mind that. It felt good. It felt wrong. It was going to be so fucking tight in there.

'I don't think it's going to work,' I said.

'I did it just once before, but they weren't as big. I'm pretty stretchy. Push in. Hurt me. I don't care. I like it.'

I fought against the resistance. I didn't feel like it would work and then, I don't know what Eloise did, but I was inside her arse. 

So fucking tight.

So wrong.

My cock against another mans inside a whore's anus.

A real life anal DP.

'Holy fucking christ, that's it. You fucking, fucking fuckers. Fuck, fuck, fuck!' cried Eloise.

I couldn't get all the way in but I would say three quarters was.

'Fuck MEEEEEEE! I am so full. I am so fucking full,' cried Eloise. 'Think of your slutty shitbag wife and shoot your angry spizz up my back door, NOW.'

Rob made a noise like a slaughtered pig and then I felt his shaft pulsing against mine, It was too much and looking down at this stretched whore I too had to let go too. I came hard.

Two jets of semen shooting up inside her and Eloise nodded and closed her eyes. Her ass-hole clamped tight around us and I knew she was cumming hard. All three of us in perfect unison, absolutely peaking.

Fucking beautiful.

As we started to pull out, what looked like a cup full of spunk oozed out of of Eloise's spent bum-hole.

'Fuck,' said Eloise. 'Get out of my house, now.'

'My marriage is over,' said Rob.

I love living on this street.

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 30: The Engagement

Penny lives at number 48 with her mother Laura. You can read all of her stories here.

She is 22 and too reckless for her own good. She is one of those girls you see spiralling out of control in provincial town centres on Saturday nights. She is all high heels, over-styled hair and cheap polyester.

She has an amazing body but just teeters on edge eating a few too many pies. Her big ass often threatens to burst out of her tiny slutty dresses.

I came home one night at one in the morning and Penny was sitting on the kerb outside my house. She was wearing a skimpy black dress. The sort of outfit you thought that only whores or porn stars wear.

It's still March here in England, she must have been freezing, but this type of girl can survive a nuclear winter.

"What are you doing here, Penny? You should go home to bed," I worried about Penny. I cared for her.

"I was waiting for you. I wanted to show you something," Penny was a little drunk. "Look at my fucking rock!"

Penny held out her hand. She was wearing an expensive, though tacky silver ring with diamonds on it.

"I'm getting married!" she said.

"Who to?" I was intrigued.

"Do you remember Warren? He proposed to me tonight" asked Penny.

About two months ago I had found Penny and her friend Rikki drunk in the street in the middle of the night. I often find Penny drunk in the street. They called me 'old man' and shouted abuse at me. A rich fuck called Warren drove up in a car and picked the girls up. 

Penny ended up getting fucked by Warren whilst she ate out Rikki's snatch. Penny finished the night off with a litre of jizz on her pretty, tart face.

"I didn't even realise you were seeing him?" I said.

"Yes," said Penny. "He's wonderful. He buys me things. He treats me like a princess. He gives me what I want. I love him."

"You don't love him," I said. "You love the idea of him. He's a life line, a glimmer of hope for a girl who failed at school and is too lazy to dig deep and achieve something for herself."

"Fuck off old man," barked Penny.

"I say it because I care. I want the best for you."

"I thought you'd be pleased. I wanted to tell you because if it wasn't for you I might not have met Warren."

"I'm pleased if you're pleased. Honestly. Why don't you come into my house and tell me how he proposed."

"It was so romantic," said Penny.

We went into my house. I made tea. Penny sat down and crossed her legs. I got an erection.

Penny began, "Warren picked me up at 7:30. I had a feeling we were going somewhere special. This is my smallest, tightest black dress. It's ridiculous really. When I first got it. I thought I'd made a big mistake. It's far too small for me. It can hardly contain my body really. I am always having to pull it down. You can see my panties ALL the time, but Warren says I look beautiful when I dress like a piece of street meat and I didn't want to disappoint him.

When he saw me he said. 'Jesus, fucking Christ I want to plunge my pole into you right now.'

I said, 'I'm hungry. Feed me first.'

We got in his car and drove. He took me to the most expensive Italian restaurant in town. There were steps leading up to the restaurant and he made me pose for photographs. He said, 'I'm always hard when I'm with you.'

I said, 'I know.'

We went inside. Warren had hired the entire restaurant. There was no-one there except one handsome Italian waiter. Warren is so romantic and so rich. He always treats me well and I always reward him for his gestures.

He once paid for me to go to a top of the range health spa for the weekend with Rikki. We thanked him by making a video on our phones of us 69ing each other and eating pussy. The next time I saw him he watched it in front of me and I let him come down my throat.

Another time he bought me a beautiful watch. I loved it so much and told him he take my arse for the first time. I spread my legs in the back of a cab and let him fuck me straight in the shit-hole. We paid the cab driver to pull over and watch us and the cab driver managed to bust his nut too.

Another time he flew me to Paris because he was lonely on a business trip. He paid a whore 400 euros to lick out my arse-hole whilst I let him fuck my sweet, young face.

We just have the wildest times. I love him and I want to stay with him forever.

We enjoyed out starter courses. He talked to me about business and politics. He's so brainy.

The waiter was called Luigi and he seemed to know Warren well. He kept looking at my legs and I noticed he had a little hard-on in his black trousers.

Before the main course Warren stood up, and, well, no, he didn't get on one knee, but as soon as he got out the ring I said 'Yes' before he had a chance to ask.

I was so giddy with excitement through the main course.

I said, 'I'm going to be such a good wife for you, Warren. I'm going to cook and clean for you. A cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom, isn't that what they say? I'm going to be everything you need, Warren. I'm going to make your wildest fuck dreams come true.'

'It might be hard,' said Warren. 'Marriage can be tough. I might have affairs, or you might. We must be tolerant.'

'I hope you do have affairs, darling,' I said. 'I just want you to be happy. I want you to fulfil all your desires. I want you to bring home 18 year old prostitutes and fuck them on our bed whilst I make you dinner downstairs. I want you to pay for fat sluts and screw them in our hotel room when we are on holidays.'

'What about you my sweet?' asked Warren. 'What do you need to make you happy.'

'I need your money and your cock,' I said. 'Buy me shoes and cars and I'll be anything you want. Do you want me to be a slag for you? Do you want me to take a lover, honey?'

'I might, one day,' said Warren.

'I'd fuck a whole rugby team for you if it made you happy, darling. You would come home from work and find them lined up outside your front door in a queue that went round the block. Each one, waiting to dump a load of junk on my fresh young face. You would get inside and my face would look like an iced bun.'

'Stand up now,' said Warren. 'Turn around, show me that arse, drop your knickers.'

'Here in this restaurant? Right now?'

'Luigi knows. It's OK.'

I stood up. I turned around. I pulled my knickers down till they were around my knees. I pulled my skirt up to my waist. I got an arse cheek in each hand and spread myself wide.

'Can you see Warren? I'm going to be your wife. Can you see my beautiful clean, neat cunt and my tight, pretty shit hole? You own them now. You can use them as you please.'

Warren had his cock out and was wanking himself. 'I want to fuck you now,' he said. 'Right now in this restaurant.'

'You can do that because you're rich. You can buy me and all the women you want. You can fuck me in the mouth, arse and cunt five times a day because you have money and I adore you.'

'I'm the fucking man, aren't I?' said Warren.

'Yes darling, you're the man. Now get up here and take what is yours.'

Warren was standing close behind me. I felt his warm, hard cock against my butt cheeks.

'Cunt or arse darling?' I asked.

'I want tonight to be romantic,' he said. 'Cunt.'

He spat in my snatch. I smeared his saliva in with my cunt juice. I was ready. I was always ready.

Warren's cock is not the thickest but it is long and smooth. His bell-end eased apart my cunt lips and with one easy push he went all the way into my fuck hole, his balls slapped against my arse.

'Fuck me like that baby,' I said.

He did. He fucked me in long, easy strokes. Long thrusts that filled me up every time.

I bent over the table and kicked my panties off. I got my legs further apart so that I could take more of him. I tried to get the most out of each push. My cunt was on fire and my nipples were like hard, little nuggets.

'Where's that waiter?' said Warren loudly. I guessed what was happening.

'Do you want him to fuck me too, baby?' I asked Warren.

'Very much,' said Warren.

'Did you pay him,' I asked. 'Did you pay him to fuck your wife to be?'

'I did', said Warren. 'Luigi!'

Luigi came out with a fresh bottle on wine in one hand and his dick in the other.

'Did you want something Sir?'

'Luigi would you be so good as to come here and stick your dick in my Fiancé's whore mouth?'

I opened my slutty gob wide. I wanted it. Luigi's cock was slightly longer than Warren's. He fucked my mouth gently for a while until I looked up at him and let him know I wanted it harder.

And that's the way we stayed; me over a table in the tightest, smallest dress getting spit-roasted by these two horny stags. 

I felt divine. I felt alive. I felt loved.

'Your girlfriend fucks like she's from the gutter,' said Luigi.

'That's why I love her,' said Warren.

When I came I let them both know. I clamped my cunt tight around Warren's shaft and deep throated Luigi.

'Now,' said Warren, both of my beautiful boys went into the final straight. They fucked me like a rag doll. They fucked me mean and selfishly, like boys who want to come and don't want to please a girl. I fucking loved it.

Have you any idea what it feels like to have a man come in your mouth the same time as another man comes in your cunt? I was like a fuse in an electric circuit. I was lit up.

I came again. I came harder than before. I came harder than I ever have. I had cum pumping down my throat and jizz shooting up my snatch.

This marriage will last forever, Old Man."

"I'm very happy for you, Penny," I said.

I love living on this street.