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 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 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.