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 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 34: A Night To Remember

I live at number 10 Red Lione Street.

Nastassja and Neo live at number 2 Red Lion Street. Nastassja is 37.

They have known each other since they were ten years old. They were childhood friends and now they are best friends still. Their children have grown up and left home.

Recently Nastassja has had a sexual awakening. All she wants to do is fuck and suck. She has noticed how men look at her differently. She doesn't think she is doing anything obvious but as she walks down the street she knows they look at her giant tits and arse.

Neo is proud of his sexy wife. He takes pictures of her and puts them on the internet. They really exist. The have a website http://www.nastassjaandneo.blogspot.co.uk/

The other day a Neo sent me an email it said, 'I have left a present for you in room number 3 of the Red Lion Hotel. Go there now.'

Red Lion Hotel is at number 34 Red Lion Street. It isn't really a hotel at all. Just a shabby little guest house. It's a doss house for tramps and when I say 'tramps' I mean that in both senses of the word.

I couldn't work out what Neo was up to. I put my shoes on and walked down to the hotel. At the reception was an old crone in her 70s with thinning grey hair and stubble round her chin. Not everyone in Red Lion Street is a hottie.

I said, 'I think I'm expected in Room 3.'

The old crone gave me a key and said, 'Upstairs.' She didn't look at me.

I walked up the creaky stairs. The carpets smelt of damp and dirt. I found Room 3 and unlocked the door.

Inside I found Natassja. She was tied to a chair and blindfolded. I can't honestly say I was surprised.

'Who's that? Who's there?' said Natassja.

Natassja was big around the hips, big around the tits and big around the arse. She was built to fuck and from what I heard, that's what she did mostly. She was wearing a blouse two sizes too small and a tight knee length black skirt.

Her DDD tits were bursting to get free.

She wore red high heeled platform shoes. I'd seen her walking down the street in them. They made her arse wobble.

'Who's there? What's going on? Neo is that you?' said Natassja.

I didn't say anything.

Natassaja had rope tied around her neck which was in turn tied to her hands which were trapped behind her back. Her ankles were tied together too.

'I can't see what's going on?'

Natassja had a red scarf tied around her eyes.

'Neo, is this my surprise? What's going on? Will somebody speak to me?'

Neo had told me before that he wanted his wife to be fucked by another man and he said that Natassja wanted it too.

Natassja tried to wriggle free but couldn't. Neo had tied her up tight. She tried to move her feet but couldn't.

I got closer and looked at her beautiful high heels. I wanted them hooked over both of my shoulders. I wanted to fuck Natassja hard, harder than her husband ever did.

Natassja wore large fish-holed tights. Like sluts do.

I was getting hard. I decided to undo my jeans. It was inevitable really.

I made sure Natassja heard me undoing my belt buckle. I made sure she heard my jeans hit the floor.

My big dick sprang free. Usually it's nine inches erect. In situations like this it grows to ten.

'I know this game,' said Natassja. 'We played it before. You're pretending to be a stranger, right Neo?'

I walked over beside her. There was a note behind her on the bed. I opened it. It said, 'Let's give her a night to remember. Neo.'

I bought my dick close to her face.

'Fuck I can smell you,' said Natassja. I smacked my dick against her face. She tried to catch it in her mouth.

'Fuck,' said Natassja. 'Fucking fuck. I want it.'

I got up on the bed behind her. I pulled her chair back so it was resting on two legs. I straddle her from behind so my crotch was above her face. I tilted her head back. Natassja opened her mouth.

I held my dick and lowered my balls into her waiting mouth.

She took my nuts inside her slutty gob. Natassja teabagged me like a whore wife teabags her husband.

Her mouth was warm, wet and tender. She ran ran her tongue around my clacker bag. It felt perfect.

She sucked on my balls like only real women know how to.

I rose up out of her mouth and then Natassja said, 'You taste different.'

I paused wondering what she would say next.

'Let me rim you.'

I moved forward. I bought my ass down onto her face. I pulled my cheeks apart. Natassja ran her tongue around the rim of my ass-hole. She ran it round ten times and then pushed it inside me.

Another man's wife was tonguing my shit hole. I fucking loved it. I pushed down. Her face was buried inside my crack. I fucking loved it.

She would have eaten me all night if I'd let her.

I got off. I put her chair upright. I put my dick right in front of her face. 

She said, 'Fuck my whore face, right now.' She opened her mouth wide. She had a small little mouth. I wasn't sure she could take all of me. I pushed my meat in between her lips.

Natassja's neck was tied so tight that she couldn't move her head. This made the face fucking even better. She couldn't dictate the pace. I could thrust into her however I pleased. 

She remained perfectly still and I fucked her face as though it were young slut's cunt. 

I looked down at her beautiful, massive fat tits and rammed my full length into her sweet little mouth so my balls slapped against her chin.

Natassja started to choke but I still threw five more thrusts into her before I pulled out and let her grab some air.

Natassja coughed, 'Fucking fuck, you're not Neo! Fucking Jesus Christ! Fucking put it back in. Fuck my face, stranger. Fuck this dirty Wife.'

I pushed myself back in. I fucked her face, hard and brutal. She showed no sign that she didn't want it that way. I decided there and then that I wasn't going to fuck her. I was just going to dump my load on her cheap tits.

I pulled out and Natassja had the same idea. 'Fucking shoot your fucking junk all over me you fucking big dicked cunt.' She said.

Natassja tried to get my dick into her mouth one more time but I didn't let her.

I just got my fist around my meat and started to wank myself hard and fast.

'Ooooh fuck yes, that's it you fucker. Wank yourself. Come on, rub one out. Spray me. Shoot it all over me. I've waited all my married life for another man to use me as a piece of filthy fuck-meat. Dump it on me. I fucking love cum. Drench me. Use me. Fucking ice this cake you shit bag.'

It was her tits. It was those fucking massive tits. They sent my straight over the edge.

I hadn't wanked or fucked in days. It was huge fucking load.

A few globules speckled her face but four huge gushes landed right on her cleavage. A massive spunky load that made her squeal.

'Fucking fuck,' I said.

'Let me see' said Natassja. I pulled her blind fold up.

'It's you,' she said.

'Your husband really loves you,' I said.

'I know,' said Natassja.

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 27: The Bottom of the Stairs

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street.

Chris and Reese are married and live at number 29 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

You can read all of Chris's stories here.

Well they did until recently. Reese came round to my house the other day. She was in floods of tears. She was inconsolable. I sat her down and tried to make her calm.

"I'm pregnant, you fucking shit bag. You made me pregnant and now Chris has left me."

A couple of months ago Reese got me to fuck her in her Wedding Dress and take photos as revenge for her husband Chris sleeping with a prostitute.

We are out of control on Red Lion Street. We don't know how to live.

"Jesus shitting Christ, you're pregnant?!" I said.

"Yes, it's you. I know it's you. I wasn't fucking Chris because I was so mad at him. You fucking shit. Everything is spoilt. Everything is ruined."

"With all due respect, you ordered me to not wear a condom. In fact your actual words were, and I quote directly, 'Give me your cum, make me pregnant. Give me a little half cast baby. I want my husband to see it and remind him of his slutty wife.'"

"Fucking fuck," said Reese. "This is such a mess."

Even upset and with tears ruining her make up Reese still looked like a ferocious fuck of a woman. She wore red t-bar heels and her tight short skirt rode up her thighs to reveal the tops of her thigh-high black stockings. A prim white satin blouse barely contained her massive tits.

"It get's worse than that," said Reese.

"Let me get this straight," I said "Your husband fucked a prostitute. I fucked the same  prostitute. You got revenge on your husband by dressing in your wedding dress and getting me to fuck you in it and take pictures so he would see? Your husband punched my fucking lights out two weeks ago and now you're pregnant. How can it get worse?"

"It all happened this afternoon," said Reese. "Let me explain. Chris has been gone four days now. He hasn't phoned or anything. I know the marriage is over. He said there was no way we could repair this. I needed to speak to a friend. I went round to Tracy's at number 15.

Tracy is beautiful and kind. You've probably seen her. She's 29 and tall and blonde. I told her everything from start to finish.

'I can't believe I've lost my Chris, he was everything to me.' I told her.

'You're going to have to start all over again,' said Tracy. 'Don't forget he started this, not you. You'll survive on your own.'

'And...I know it's wrong to say it but...I WILL miss the sex. I'll miss being close to someone,' I said.

'Reese', Tracy was hesitant. She had something important to say to me. 'Do you remember we...you know...when we...'

'When we fucked?' I finished her sentence for her. About a year ago me and Tracy had got drunk down at the Red Lion Pub. Chris was away and somehow we'd end up at my house licking and fingering each others' pussies. We'd gone at it all night. By the morning our fingers were sore and our faces were sticky with cunt juice. I needed some human contact like that. I wanted to feel loved.

'Oh Tracy,' I sighed as I reached out to her and touched her arm.

'We have to be quick,' said Tracy. 'I'm expecting someone in half an hour.'

'Upstairs, now,' I said.

We leaped for each other. We forced out tongues into each others mouths. We stood up and stumbled into the hall.

We were a mess of tits, hair and heels.

Tracy wore black shiny heels, a skimpy vest top and a short black skirt. She always dressed for the boys no matter what the weather.

In the hallway I pulled down her vest top. Tracy's magnificent E cup boobs were busting out of red satin bra.

I undid my blouse and let Tracy see my own tits.

'Jesus Christ, you're an angel,' said Tracy.

'You're a goddess, you make wet,' I said.

'You're wet? I'm fucking soaked. Take off my skirt.'

I reached around and unzipped her. I slid the skirt down over her pert arse.

We kissed there at the bottom of the stairs.

In our heels.

Staring at each others tits.

We kissed properly. Not like men kiss. We kissed like girls.

We teased.

We stroked.

We twisted and writhed.

I took off my skirt and Tracy stepped out of hers.

We both let our tops fall to the floor.

We were just two long legged, fat arsed beauties in our panties, bra and heels.

'We should go upstairs,' said Tracy, when she didn't have my tongue in her gob, 'My friend might come.'

'Let them come, let them see, let them join in.'

I reached round and took her arse cheeks in both my hands. Her panties were satin too, soft and smooth to the touch. I really grabbed those cheeks. Pulled them apart, pushed them back together.

'You've got a big arse for a white girl,' I said.

'You've got a big arse for a black girl,' said Tracy.

I got down on my knees. I couldn't get enough of her. When I got down low I could smell her cunt and took in her sweet dark scent.

'I'm going to eat you up little girl,' I started to pull Tracy's panties down.

Tracy's knickers were round her knees. I like it when a girl leaves her underwear half way on. So much sexier then taking it all the way off. I also liked to be fucked with my panties stretched between my legs.

Tracy's cunt was neat, trim and shaven. It looked like the snatch of a girl half her age. I breathed in her delicious smell once more and then ran my tongue up the entire length of her fuck crack.

'Holy fucking mother of Christ' moaned Tracy. 'You know how to make a woman howl.'

It's true. I know how to lick cunt and make a girl's nipples  go as hard as rocks. I have done ever since I was a teenager when I made my best friend squirt her girl juice all over my black whore face.

I pulled my tongue gently up the length of her slit once again, parting her lips just a little more.

'You taste like Christmas,' I said.

On my third stroke I went a little deeper and right at the top of her fold I found her magic button.

I ran the tip of my tongue around her sweet, beautiful clit.

'Fucking, fuck, fuck,' cried Tracy.

Tracy was teetering on the brink, she was at the cusp. I let my tongue keep her there. Not making her come but keeping her at the edge. 

I pulled my own panties down whilst I tongued her. I got a finger inside my glory box whilst Tracy pushed more of her own muff in my face. It wasn't long before I was reaching my peak too.

'I can't stand up any longer,' said Tracy.

'Then get down here and sixty nine me, bitch,' I said.

I kicked off my panties. I got down on my back and got my legs up high and wide. I scooped my boobs out of my bra.

'Here I am baby,' I said.

Tracy got down over me. Her cunt in my face, her hands at my crotch.

'I want to do it right for you,' said Tracy as she slid her middle finger inside me.

'You are doing it right. Fuck me. One finger. That's all. Do it. Tease me.'

Sometimes all I need is just one finger. If the girl does it right that's all it takes. One long finger in the right place and I can bring the whole fucking house down.

Her index finger was in up to the knuckle. She moved her finger so that she stroked my cunt walls. I wriggled to get the most of her. She lowered her self down onto my face. She covered me.

I was engulfed in sweet, white girl cunt. I could have stayed there for a year.

Tracy pushed down. She rubbed her snatch up and down my face, smearing me with cunny fluid. It was immense. I desperately tried to give her what she needed. I flicked my tongue back and forth. I was lapping like a dog.

Tracy was doing a better job. She had her finger in such a beautiful place, never fully fucking me but just easing it in and out. I was close.

Then Tracy suddenly bent down, tongued my pretty, little clit and I was gone.

'Fucking, fucking bitch fuck!' I howled as my whole body shook hard.

As I tried to screech, Tracy rammed her pussy back in my mouth so I had to eat delicious, lesbian slit as I came and came and came and came.

The orgasm finally ebbed away and Tracy got off me and sat on the stairs.

'Quick,' she cried. 'My friend will be here soon. Lick my cunt like a crazed dog, whilst I flick my bean. I want to get off.'

'Is this a guy or a girl, you're expecting?' I asked.

'A guy, but honestly. You CANNOT be here when he gets here.'

I couldn't work out what Tracy's problem was but I got down to eating more cunt and getting my best friend to hit the jackpot. Tracy got her finger right on her clit and stretched her snatch wide.  She stroked her hot spot super fast but super light, like only us girls know how. Her pussy was stretched so wide that I was really able to get my tongue inside.

'Oh Jesus, just there, just a little bit longer, keep going, keep going,' Tracy was a like a huge juggernaut nearing the top of a hill. Once she went over the edge there was going to be a huge crashing noise.

'Oh, my baby.'

'Oh yes.'

'Come for me.'

'So near.'

From behind me I heard the key turn in Tracy's front door. Tracy froze. I looked up at her face. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

I didn't look behind me. I just said, 'Look mister, I don't know who you are and I don't care what you look like. All I know is that if you are any kind of man at all, you will drop your pants right now and fuck me straight up the shit hole whilst I eat this slut's cunt.'

The stranger didn't say a word. I heard his trousers and pants fall to the ground. I got my tongue back inside Tracy's hole.

Tracy slowly started fingering herself again.

And then I felt it. The hugest, massive bell-end ploughing it's way between my butt cheeks. Oh my fucking god, this guy was huge. He was going to split me in two. I was dripping wet. I thought he might get some of my girl juice and spread it up to my back crack but he just gripped my waist and with one thrust slammed his manhood deep, deep inside me.

'OOOOoooooohhh holy fucking shit, you fucking bastard!' I cried.

I could concentrate on licking Tracy's slit anymore, this was too much. Tracy just sat there with her jaw hanging open.

This stallion was ramming my poor arse-hole hard and fast. It hurt like hell but somehow he was bringing me close to an orgasm the size of Mount Everest.

He was so fucking big, he was fucking so fast. I hadn't felt something like this since....since....

I turned around and looked. It was Chris, my husband.

He looked down on me with nothing but hate. This was all so wrong. Was he fucking Tracy? Is that why he had her key?

'I'm so sorry,' cried Tracy. I guess he was fucking Tracy.

'You bastard,' I said to Chris.

'You fucking whore,' said Chris to me.

He threw a last violent thrust into me and shot his load. Semen pumped up my back hole. He pumped and pumped and pumped.

It was all so wrong but I came too. I came hard and for the second time today. My anus tightened around my husband's huge donkey dick and I shook like thunder.

Spunk was spilling out of my back hole as I tried to get my clothes on and get out of there.

Chris was laughing.

Tracy was crying.

I came straight here. This is all your fault.

What have we become? We are hateful selfish people."

"It will be ok," I lied to Reese.

I love living on this street.