Chapter 32: The Town Bike

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.

The weather's getting warm here in England. Steph knocked on my door and said, "Let's go for a bike ride."

Stephanie was sitting on her bike. She wore a tight white cotton t-shirt. She wore knee-high woolly socks over dark nylon tights. She wore the smallest denim shorts and cute heeled boots.

What the hell is it with woolly knee high socks over dark, black nylons? The girls dress like that all the time here in London. As the girls add more layers over themselves they should be getting less sexy not more. It's magical.

The sight of that expanse of nylon stretched over their thighs never fails to get me hard. The girls know it too. I see how they smile and look away.

I got out my bike. I rode behind Stephanie down Red Lion Street. I watched her tight ass rubbing against the bicycle seat. I watched her firm butt cheeks stretch the denim.

It's hard to ride with a boner.

Stephanie road to the 'back fields'. The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Stephanie's husband, Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me cycling with his wife.

Steph parked her bike and got off. Stephanie undid a button on her denim shorts and stretched out in the sun.

"I fucking love this weather," she said.

Back in January Stephanie spent a weekend in a hotel and got totally torn apart by three big dicked black guys.

She sent me photos. You can read all about it here.

"You sent me photo of you naked, covered in the spunk of three men you'd met on the Internet," I said to Stephanie.

"Are you sure?," she said. She was still stretching and basking in the sun. "I don't remember doing that. How strange."

"You went to a hotel," I said. "Each man paid you £500 to fuck you. You never told your husband."

"You're talking shit," said Steph. "It costs more than that to fuck me. Much more."

"Why do you do this? Why do you cheat, lie and treat your husband so badly. You've had a child with him."

"Are you trying to lecture me little man? I don't need morals from you. I fuck who I like, when I like. My cunt craves it. I use my Husband for his money. The child is my security."

This woman was unbelievable. I was completely rigid for her.

"You have an erection," said Stephanie looking at my crotch.

"No, I haven't," I said.

"Don't lie," said Stephanie. "Would you like to see me try and ride my bike with my denim shorts round my knees?"

"Very, very much," I said.

Stephanie eased her shorts down to her knees. She wore no panties underneath her dark nylons. I could see her cunt. I could see her arse cheeks.

I could see the dark nylon stretched tight over her butt. 

I was so fucking hard.

"I knew you wouldn't be wearing any panties," I said.

"And I knew that you knew,"  said Stephanie. "Let's ride."

We got on our bikes and rode. Stephanie left her jean shorts round her knees. The bike saddle pushed up into her arse and cunt.

We rode our bikes to the far end of the field. I rode behind Stephanie, naturally.

"What can you see?" she asked.

"I can see the blossom start to bud on the trees. It's uncommonly warm for this time of year. Spring has come early. It's a beautiful day for a bike ride."

"What else can you see?"

"I can see your bike saddle riding up into your arse crack. I can see your perfect butt cheeks move as you cycle. I can see the smallest glimpse of butt crack above the waist band of your pantyhose."

"It's so hot," said Stephanie. "I'm  developing a sweat."

"I bet it's sweaty down there between your legs," I said. "Between the leather of your bike set, the stretched nylon and your gorgeous snatch. I bet it's wet with sweat and cunny juice."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out of his bedroom window he would see his wife cycling with her jeans around her knees.

"Can you imagine, how it smells?" asked Stephanie.

"No," I said. "I can't possibly imagine."

"Anyone could see us out here," said Steph. "Anyone could see my dirt box underneath my pantyhose."

"Don't you care?" I asked. "What if your husband saw?"

"I want him to see me," said Steph. "I've left photographs of me getting fucked by three black men in his bedside drawer. He will find them soon."

"Why do you want Rob to find out?" I asked.

"I want to see what it turns him into," said Stephanie.

"And what might that be?"

"A man."

Stephanie stopped in the middle of the field. She threw her bike to the ground. Her denim shorts fell to her ankles.

"I'm going to pull my tights down a little. So you can see my pussy better. So everyone can see my pussy better."

"Of course you are," I said.

Stephanie put her thumbs in her waist band and pulled down her nylons. She left them half way down her thighs. The waist band pinched her soft white skin a little. 

Stephanie turned around bent over so her arse and cunt were fully exposed to me.

"What can you see?" she said.

"I can see the grass, the fields, the sky. In the next field I can see two horses standing in the shade. It's a beautiful day to be alive."

"What else can you see?"

"The cunt of a whore," I said.

"Can you smell it too?" she asked.

"Not from here," I said.

"Then get closer."

I love the sight of a woman with her clothes pulled in all different directions just to display her fuck hole. Stephanie hadn't taken a stitch off. Her jeans were round her ankles and her tights were halfway down her thighs. She still had her high heeled boots on. Whatever happened I didn't want her to get anymore undressed than this.

I wanted to fuck her this way.

I moved in closer. I got on my knees. My face was five inches away from her cunt. I breathed in.

"What can you smell?" she asked.

"The grass, nature, summer."

"Anything else?"

"I can smell the wet, sweaty snatch of the town fucking bike."

Stephanie laughed, "Very good." Stephanie got down on her knees. She reached behind her and pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her tiny shit-hole looked tight and clean.

"What about now?" she asked.

"I can smell your arse."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out of his bedroom window he would see me on my hands and knees sniffing his Wife's anus.

"Lick it," she said. "Lick it now."

I love to lick a girl's arsehole. I will worship any woman who demands I eat her back door. I got in close. Stephanie stretched her hole wide.

I ran my tongue around her rim.

"Fucking Holy Mary," said Stephanie.

I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her.

"Sweet baby Jesus," she said.

I pushed my tongue in as far as it could go. My face was smothered in her arse.

"That's it. That's right."

"Do you want a finger in your slit?" I asked.

"I want two," said Steph. "Finger fuck me, slow."

I slipped two fingers inside her glistening, smooth pussy. They went in easily. I fucked her slow and steady with my hand. Stephanie pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her wedding ring was right by my face.

"Finger fuck me. Lick me."

I pushed my fingers inside her as far as they could go and licked her precious little rosebud.

"Sweet nirvana, this is going to do it," said Steph.

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me finger fucking his wife and licking her anus.

Stephanie came like a little girl. She squealed like a child with a bag of candy. She pushed her cunt back on my fingers and I felt her tighten around me. I pushed my tongue deep into her arse as she orgasmed. Her shit hole tightened too as she let a second wave flood through her.

"Oh my," said Stephanie.

I withdrew. I had her arse stench on my face and her pussy juice on my fingers.

"What now?" I asked.

"What's the worst you can think of?" said Stephanie. She was still on her hands and knees.

"The worst I can think of is that you just stay like that a while. I use you as a cum rag. I jerk myself and land my cream all over your perfect arse. You go home to your husband with another man's semen running down your shit crack."

"That's fine," said Stephanie. "Do that. Help yourself. Do it quickly. Don't waste my time."

I got my dick out. I wanked myself. I thought of the time I looked through Stephanie's window and saw my friend Cate licking her snatch. You can read about that here.

Steph looked back at me and said, "Hurry up."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me spraying his Wife's arse with my hot sticky seed.

Steph was covered. Gloopy cum fell from her arse and collected in the crotch of her nylons. Jizz dripped down her ass crack.

"What can you see?" asked Stephanie.

"A whore in a field."

I love living on this street.

Chapter 28: The Top of the Stairs

Rikki lives at number 27. You can read all of her stories here.

Rikki is 22 and lives with her parents. She is rude, uncouth, spoilt and has no job or prospects.

She needs to act her age. Her parents, Gavin and Mo, rang me up and asked me to babysit for them.

"Babysit? For Rikki? She's 22?"

"We know," said Gavin on the phone. "But she's grounded and we have an engagement we can't get out of tonight. I know it's weird but she really needs to be kept on a tight leash. She's out of control."

You may remember that a few weeks ago I found Rikki, drunk, in the street with her friend Penny. They shouted abuse at me and then got picked up by a total stranger. I later found out they spent the whole night sucking and fucking.

"OK," I said, "I'll do it but you owe me. Your daughter IS out of control."

I got there at 8pm. Gavin and Mo were dressed up like dog's dinners. They said Rikki was upstairs in her room sulking. They left. I got a beer. I watched TV. It was Friday. There are usually good music documentaries on BBC4 on Fridays. I didn't hear anything for an hour, then I heard a shout from upstairs.

"Old man! Old Man! Are you down there?"

Rikki called me old man to annoy me but I actually quite liked it.

"Yes," I replied.

"Let me go out. Let me see my friends. I won't tell my parents you let me, honest."

"Shut the fuck up and go back to your room little girl," I said.

"Fuck you," screamed Rikki.

Ten minutes later I heard her again. "Come her old man, come here and see."

I walked out to the hallway and looked up the stairs and there she was.

Rikki was a skinny little slut. Small tits and long legs. She wore a red striped cropped top that showed off her perfect, flat belly. She wore a tiny mini skirt and black red striped thigh highs. She wore cheap, trashy white stilettos and I could see her red panties. She looked cheap, ridiculous and gorgeous.

"You look like a fucking clown," I said.

"What do you know Grandad," barked Rikki. "I look good and I'm making you hard."

She threw ridiculous shapes like a girl who had watched too much porn. It was true, I did feel a minor tingling in the crotch of my jeans.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"Watch me," said Rikki. "Watch me dance for you then let me go out and see my friends."

"I don't want to watch you dance and I will not let you out."

Rikki ran her hands up her smooth slim belly. She threw her boney hips from side to side. She wasn't curvy like the girls I usually like. She was a scrawny, street skank with no meat on her, but there was something undeniable about her. She had a hard dirty face and a big cock sucking mouth.

"I've seen you look at me in the street old man," said Rikki. "I know you go home and wank about me. You thinking about fucking my slutty face. You dream of my young cunt."

"You are honestly not my type," I said. "I prefer big tits and arses, you know, real women. Not thin little leaches that live in the gutter."

"My tits are small and beautiful old man. They always make old men and young boys come. They make you think I'm younger than I am. They make you feel wrong, bad and horny."

"If you say so, Rikki."

Rikki sat down on a stair. She pulled her knees together but kept her high heeled shoes apart. I could see the soft, white skin of her thighs and the sweet red mound where her scarlet panties covered her cunt.

"That's it old man," said Rikki. "Look at what you can't have. Look at what you can't afford. Look at my soft unblemished youth and dream of all the days you can never have back. Think of all the pretty young girls you fucked in your twenties and how you could never have them now."

"Shut the fuck up," I said.

"Think of my cunt, old man. Think of how a twenty two year old cunt might taste to an old fucker like you. Do you think it would taste good? I've been told mine tastes the best."

"I've heard your cunt tastes like a dirty old kebab, stuffed with oily rags. I've heard that you've whored that slit up and down the street three times at least."

"You talk, the talk but I can see your dick growing in your jeans. Listen old man, I'll let you see my precious, little fuck hole if you let me out tonight and don't tell my parents."

"I don't want to see your cunt, go to your room, little girl."

Rikki reached up her skirt and started to tug at her cheap skimpy panties. "I'm going to show you my pussy whether you like it or not. You'll crumble before me."

"Jesus," I said. This was bad. Rikki kicked her legs out in front of her and slid her knickers down her long legs. She left them around her ankles and put her feet back down. She got her legs apart so her panties were stretched tight between them.

Her legs were wide apart, I could see her snatch.

"Look at it," she said. "Take a good long look at it. Look at my cunt, old man. Stare at my cunt."

I did. For a moment I lost myself and stared at this young slut's cunt.

"That's it you fool. Stare at my pussy. Can you smell it? Can you smell my cunt?"

I breathed in. I could smell it. "You smell like a sewer."

"Do you like a young girl like me using the word 'cunt?' Do like how brutal the consonants sound on my innocent lips. Listen. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Listen to my words. Fuck....my.... cunt.......cunt." 

I knew my dick was straining inside my jeans. I knew she could see.

"Every time I say the word 'cunt' your cock twitches. Look and listen. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Listen to my words. Look at your dick. Fuck. My. Cunt."

"I'm still not letting you go out," I said.

"Jesus, fucking, fucking, shitting Christ! What is it going to take. OK, look I'll suck you off ok? I'll let you shoot your Grandad junk down my throat, how about that?"

"No deal."

"Alright, perhaps you don't want it to go down my throat. Perhaps you like to see a young girl get messy. I'll let you jerk off onto my face. You can plaster my eyes shut with sad old uncle fucker jizz? Then will you let me out?"

"No, you're nothing but a silly little girl to me."

"But I can see your big, smelly dick straining to get out of your jeans? Why do you deny it? Ok this is my last offer."

Rikki got up and kicked her panties off. She turned around and bent over. She spread her ass cheeks so that I could see both of her holes.

"Right now, right here, you old fuck head. Come here and ram me. Just fuck my cunt as hard and as quick as you like. You don't have to use a condom, just throw a big dump of spunk inside my tight slit and then let me go."

"I don't want to fuck you Rikki."

"Goddam it. My arse-hole. That's all I've got. I've only been fucked in my arse twice. I'm practically an anal virgin. Just stand up here right now behind. Stick it in my fucking shitter. Please. Please. Please fuck me.

Please fuck my arse-hole.

Please fuck my shit hole.

Please, please yourself and use me.

Fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, please fuck my arse, please, please please."

"Go to bed Rikki. This game is over now."

"I fucking hate you so much old man," screamed Rikki as she stormed back up the stairs.

I picked up her panties went into the front room. Wanked into them and then put them in the bin.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 26: Wednesday Morning 3AM

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street. Valerie lives at 28.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here

Last Tuesday I was walking back from the Red Lion Pub. I walked past Valerie's house. I looked up at her window. The curtains were open and I could see Valerie, naked.

She was writhing and cavorting. I guess she was dancing for her husband. I watched for a little while.

Valerie is 50 years old although you wouldn't believe it from these drawings. She has an unbelievable body, utterly unbelievable. At the age of 41 I am still able to have an older woman fantasy. She keeps promising me that one day she'll fuck me. I don't know that she ever will.

I watched for a while and let my dick get hard.

I walked home and went to bed. I fell asleep and dreamed of Valerie's perfect tits.

At one in the morning the phone rang. It was Valerie.

"I'm naked in bed," she said. "I can't sleep."

"How can I help?" I asked.

"Can you remind me of all the ways I have let you come on me?"

"Well," I replied, "First of all you made me jerk off over your clean white blouse, then you wanted me to wank over your butt crack, then you wanted my cum all over your crotch and shaved cunt, and then lastly, you made me bust my load over your tits in broad daylight, outside my house. "

"So you've never left your spunk on my face?" Valerie asked.

"No, never."

"You've never seen your semen running down my cheek?"

"You know I haven't."

"You've never plastered my eyes shut with your thick, gloopy cream."

"Stop it."

"When was the last time you busted your nut?" Valerie asked.

"I have about a day and a half's worth of baby batter in my nut sack, why?"

"I have an idea," said Valerie. "It's the best idea I've ever had. My husband is asleep beside me. In an hour I'm bound to fall asleep. I want you to come over. I'll leave the front door unlocked. Walk up to our bedroom and come in. Stand next to my side of the bed and jerk yourself off until you shoot your load over my pretty sleeping face. Hopefully you won't wake me up. I want to wake up in the morning with your jizz drying on my lips and cheek. It will be the perfect present for my husband."

Valerie's husband, Derek, loved this shit. I think. I hope.

"You're insane," I said and put the phone down.

I had no intention of doing as Valerie said. I was starting to get tired of being her sex toy, always at her beck and call. Never getting to fuck her properly.

Who was I kidding?! I loved being at her beck and call. She could do what she wanted to me.

I tried to get to sleep and forget about her.

Would you be able to sleep in these circumstances?

I lay there, staring at the ceiling. 2am came and went.

I wasn't going to do it. Another hour passed.

At 3am I got up. Put my jeans and shirt on and went outside. I walked down to Valerie's house and up to the door.

She hadn't lied. The door was ajar. I push it open and walked inside.

My heart pounded with fear. This was the craziest shit I'd ever done. Were Valerie and her husband laughing at me? It was over two hours since she phoned. She must be asleep by now.

I carefully crept upstairs. I walked to Valerie and Derek's bedroom and opened the door.

I was rigid with fear but somehow my dick was getting harder. I was becoming erect.

The bedroom was dark but a little moonlight still came in from the open window.

I could make out two shapes on the bed. As my eyes adjusted I could just about see Valerie and her husband. Valerie was on top of the sheets and hugging her pillow.

She was completely naked.

I walked forward and stared at her. Derek was just a few inches away from her with his back turned.

This must have been something they both planned. He must have known about this. No Wife would ask another man to come into her bedroom and come on her face whilst her husband slept beside her. Would she?

What kind of filthy, slutty wife would even imagine something like that?

I wondered if they were both awake. I wondered if they were pretending to be asleep but it had been a long while since Valerie had phoned. She was breathing softly and slowly. Her husband snored a little.

I undid my jeans. I pulled out my thick, long, dick.

I was hard and erect.

I wanked myself softly in the dark.

I stared at Valerie's long white legs. I stared at her beautiful, smooth arse. I looked at her sweet, red, cock sucking lips.

I walked around to her side of her bed. A floorboard creaked and I froze. Valerie stirred in her sleep and rolled on to her back.

Her beautiful tits were exposed to me. Valerie had a perfect pair of bangers. Sweet C cups that still held firm even at her age.

Valerie settled and remained asleep.

I gently tugged at my dick in long, soft strokes.

Sometimes I like to beat myself off hard and fast and give myself a violent hard wank.

Other times I like to give myself a soft, tender handjob.

I had known Valerie all my adult life. When I was teenager she used to totter down the street in her mini skirt. All the boys used to masturbate about her.

And now all these years later here I was; jacking myself off into her beautiful face whilst her husband slept beside her.

I gave myself one long, stroke and felt the cum rise up from my balls.

I savoured that beautiful moment when you are on the brink of the climax and then let myself explode.

I gasped. A perfect arc of semen jetted into the air.

Valerie turned her head in her sleep as if to receive my load.

Jizz landed on Valerie's cheek.

Cum splattered on Valerie's chin and started to run down her neck.

Spunk landed on the bridge of her nose right beside her eye.

Valerie stirred and twitched. My warm cum was slipping down her face.

She looked fucking beautiful. I had always dreamed of seeing Valerie's spunk splattered face. This gorgeous, horny woman had haunted me for twenty five years and now here she was; soaked in my cum in her own marital bed.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 16: Puss In Boots

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street. Stephanie lives at number 42 with her husband Rob and her baby.

You can read all of Stephanie's stories here.

Stephanie sends me slutty letters and then denies knowing anything about them.

She pushed a letter through my letterbox just the other day. It said, "I just loving showing my cunt to total strangers. I love to do it on the train where nobody expects me to. I just leave my panties at home, find a seat opposite a lonely guy and ease my legs apart. I once let a 19 year old boy lick out my pussy on 7:59 to Brighton. When he got off the train I saw a wet cummy patch on the crotch of his jeans.

Another time I made a guy in his 60s beat himself off whilst I slipped two fingers inside my folds. I thought he might die as he shot four gloops of old man fat on to the train seat.

I'm going away for the weekend. I'll be on the 10:15 into town tomorrow."

The next morning I got up 9:30. Got dressed and walked to the station. Stephanie was on the platform in a short woolen dress, red tights, dark red high-heeled fuck boots.

Sometimes it's hard for the women to dress sexy in winter, but that isn't a problem for Stephanie. The red nylon of her tights was thick and but still showed the shape of her long, strong legs. Her boots were well made and practical but still kind of slutty. Her woolen dress was tight enough to show off her firm little tits and her perfect arse.

 She had a weekend bag with her. I wondered where she was going, leaving her husband and child behind. I said, "I'm here. You wrote me a letter?"

"I didn't write you any letter? What are you talking about?" said Stephanie.

Stephanie had done this to me twice before. I think she was trying to make me crazy.

"You wrote me a letter about how you like to show your cunt to strangers on the train. You told me about a teenager who licked you out. You told me about an old man who beat himself off and dribbled jizz all over the train seat."

"You are fucking foul," said Stephanie. "Such a weird disgusting little creep. I don't know why you say the things you do."

The atmosphere was bad. We stood in silence for a while, both of us looking at the pavement. Stephanie's train was pulling into the station.

"It's cold," I said. "I should go"

"I'm only cold in one place," said Stephanie suggestively. The train pulled to a stop and the doors slid open. Stephanie bent down to pick up her weekend bag. Her tight woolen dress rode rode up her arse a little. 

She wasn't wearing pantyhose. She was wearing red hold ups, I should have known. I could see a glimpse of her arse and maybe something else. Maybe I could see her cunny? I wasn't sure.

Steph looked at me and said, "Are you coming?"

We got on the train.

The carriage was nearly empty. You knew it would be. There was just two teenage boys down one end of the carriage. We went to the opposite end and I sat opposite her. Stephanie crossed her legs and undid her coat.

I love seeing the girls on the train. All prim and ready for work, or all dolled up for the night clubs at the weekend. Stephanie pushed her little titties out.

"So you think I'd show my cunt to just about anyone on the train do you?" asked Steph.

"I think you're a strange woman," I said. "Your husband said you never have sex with him anymore but it seems like you're a perfect slut with everyone else."

"My husband pays for me. That's all I need him for," said Steph. "I like driving men wild. I don't need to come or fuck myself necessarily. I love having the sexual power."

"Stephanie. are you wearing any panties?" I asked.

"I'm not," said Stephanie. "My drawer is full of unworn panties. I would say half the time that I'm out, I'm not wearing any knickers. I love having my cunt out, it feels glorious and I love it when men catch a glimpse of my pretty little slit. Young, old I don't care. I want the whole world to come at the sight of my precious little fuck hole."

"How does you cunt feel right now?" I asked.

"It's tingling a little bit," said Stephanie. "It's trembling with anticipation." Stephanie pulled her skirt up a little so I could see the tops of her hold ups. "It wants to come out and play."

The train pulled into the next station. I wanted the two boys to get off but they didn't.

"Where are you going this weekend?" I asked Stephanie.

"I'm going to meet three married black men I've met off the internet. They have paid for two nights in the most gorgeous hotel. They are paying me £500 each for a fuck, I'm going to take photos of them screwing me then I'm going to black mail them."

"Jesus fucking Christ," I said. "How did you get to be like this?"

"It came naturally," said Stephanie. "Do you want to see my cunt? It wants to see you."

"Those boys down there," I said. "They might see."

"Let them," said Stephanie. "It makes it better. There's about four minutes before we get to the next station. Get you cock out, wank yourself hard till you come and then get of the train."

Stephanie eased her legs open and revealed her jewel. Stephanie was in her early 30s but her plump cunt was still young and tight. She was shaven clean and smooth.

"And that would make you happy would it?" I asked.

"I'm not going to touch myself, watching you will be enough."

"You're strange," I said. I unzipped my jeans. My dick sprang out. I don't know if the boys could see. I started not to care.

"You a useless old fuck," said Stephanie to me. "A sad man getting near to middle age. I bet you wank over the thought of girl's like me all the time."

"I do," I said. "I see you on the trains in your heels and party dresses and I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard, then leave you."

Stephanie pulled her legs up higher and wider. "Look, just look," she said. "Look at what you can't have."

I jerked myself and looked at Stephanie. A beautiful married slut just displaying herself in public. Stephanie looked straight into my eyes as I beat myself off. Have you ever just masturbated whilst staring at someone looking back at you. It's an intense experience. Try it with your boy or girl. Try it tonight.

"Come for me you little shit," said Stephanie. "Come right fucking now."

I was close. "Say the words, that will make me come."

Stephanie said, "Do it, you old cunt. Jerk yourself off on a train like a sad little loser. Get spunk all over your hand and jeans. Look at this filthy, beautiful slut wife and imagined her getting boned over and over again by three black stallions. Think of me with every hole filled. Come now."

The thought of Stephanie being rendered airtight by some huge African meat sent me over the edge and a small volcano of jizz erupted in my lap. As the train pulled into the station I had spunk on my hands and jeans.

I got up to leave I said, "Send me a postcard."

Steph said, "I'll send you photos, now fuck off."

I stood on the platform and as the train pulled away I saw Stephanie walking down the carriage towards the two young teenagers.

I love living on Red Lion Street.

(Stephanie will send me those photos. They will appear in another story.)

Chapter 14: Inside the Red Room Again

This story follows on directly from Chapter 13

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

To read all of Cate's stories click here.

To read all of Theresa's stories click here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said, "Follow me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That would be me," said Cate.

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

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

"The more the merrier," said Cate.

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

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

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

"I think so," said Gary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my beautiful babies," said Cate.

"Jesus fucking Christ," said Gary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So is mine," said Lump-head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boys left.

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

"Clean me up," she said.

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

"Theresa won," I said.

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

"Maybe another time," I said.

I love living on this street.

(More Cate and Theresa next chapter).

Chapter 8: Through the Window

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street. Stephanie lives at number 42 with her husband Rob.

Read all of Stephanie's stories here.

Stephanie is a mother in her early thirties but she still dresses like this...

Stephanie's husband Rob has told me several times how little sex he has with her but Stephanie sent me a letter telling me about how she fucked two workmen on a building site in broad daylight. She also showed me her beautiful cunt through her nylon sheer panties.

She is the biggest cock tease I've ever met and I'm not quite sure what she is playing at.

About a week ago another letter was pushed through my letterbox. I recognised Stephanie's handwriting straight away.

The letter said, "I want to talk to you about 'cunt'. I love the word 'cunt'. I love the way it sounds. It is the dirtiest of all the words. I love how your face looked when I showed you my cunt. I want to whisper the word cunt in your ear.

I don't just love the word 'cunt', I love cunt itself. Last week I was visiting an old friend of the family. She is a big fat red headed woman in her fifties with massive E-cup titties. We got to talking about sex and I asked her if she had ever had her cunt licked by a woman. She said she hadn't and I told her that only a woman truly knows how to eat another girl's snatch.

Before I knew it this big truck of a woman was sitting on my face grinding her hairy pussy down hard onto my mouth. I couldn't fucking breathe and she rubbed herself up and down my face until she came hard on me. I had cunt juice all over my chin and lips. I just  wish someone like you had been there as well so I could have had some fresh jizz on my face as well.

I'm a dyke and a whore. I love cock and cunt in equal measures. Come by my house at 2 o'clock today and I'll show you something my husband never sees."

She didn't sign it. She knew I knew who she was.

At five to two I left my house and walked down to Stephanie's. As I walked up to her house I saw Stephanie pulling up her tight red t-shirt.

Stephanie has small but perfect tits. Stephanie has a big round ass and long pretty legs. She was the sort of girl who could win your heart as well as your cock if you weren't careful.

Stephanie was naked except for her black knee length socks and her sweet retro heels. She knew how to make me super hard. I love a girl who knows how to wear classy heels and hosiery. She didn't look out of the window but she must have know I was there. 

She lay on her white leather sofa stroking her body. She loved loved touching herself and she loved letting me see.

Then I realised someone else someone else was in the room with her. There, crawling along the floor like a teenage pornstar, was Cate.

To read all of Cate's stories click here

Cate was a student who lived at number 14. She'd once let me come on her stockings.

She was crawling across the floor to Stephanie in black patent leather heels and her white stockings. She had a small, slim, tight young body. She had perfect little tits.

Stephanie said something to Cate. Cate said something to Stephanie. I couldn't hear what they were saying through the window. I thought I heard the word 'cunt'. I probably did.

Stephanie writhed around on the sofa like she was performing in a peep show. Cate got right in front of Stephanie and arched her back so her arse was high in the air. You'd be a fool to not guess what happened next.

Stephanie opened her legs wide and put her hand on the back of Cate's head and guided her mouth to her pussy.

Cate lapped at Stephanie's pussy like a thirsty pussy cat. She licked at Steph's folds in long soft strokes. She reached behind herself and touched her own pussy as she ate the older woman's cunt.

I could hear Stephanie start to moan softly through the window. Stephanie kept her hand on the back of  Cate's head and pulled her in closer so Cate's face was buried between her legs. I pressed my face up close to the glass to hear but all I could make out was Stephanie's soft moans.

Cate reached further round behind her and started to touch her precious little ass-hole.

Sometimes a cunt can get so wet. When Cate finally came up for air she had pussy juice dripping from her lips and chin.

She looked fucking beautiful.

I was hard as a rock. I was watching a beautiful young student eat out the cunt of the hot wife of one of my best friends. Delicious, vag juice glistened all over Cate's pretty young face. Stephanie had her legs as wide as they would go.

Then Cate saw me looking through the window. She shouted something. Stephanie saw me too. 

"You fucking pervert get the fuck away from my window."

Stephanie came up to the window, shouted "Fuck off!" and then pulled the curtains shut, but not before I got a good look at her magnificent body.

I don't know what Stephanie was was doing; sending dirty letters to her husband's friend, getting young students to lick her cunt and teasing my cock and balls until they were fit to explode.

But I fucking loved it.