Chapter 49: The Funeral of Derek Sullivan

Derek Sullivan has died. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love weddings. People dress sexy at weddings.

Some people dress even sexier at funerals. Wrong people.

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

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

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

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

I bet those pouty lips sucked like a Dyson. 

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

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

My dick grew hard. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shook my head and walked on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'No, not at all,' I lied.

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

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

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

'Like what?'

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

'Do you believe in God, Lois?'

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

'Bless you,' I said.

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

'You should go to confession,' I said.

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

'You confessed?'

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

'Why?' 

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

'What did you tell the priest?'

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

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

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

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

'What did the priest say?' 

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

'Jesus Christ.'

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

'How did that make you feel?'

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

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

He saw I was wearing no panties.

He called me a whore.

He called me devil.

He spanked me.

He hit me hard.

Really hard.

My heart raced.

My cunt tingled.

He called me a slattern.

He called me a witch's imp.

He called me a tramp.

He hit so hard.

He spanked with anger.

But my bad nasty cunt just got wetter.

Fuck, it feels so good to be punished.

So fucking good.

He really hurt me.

He really spanked me.

And whilst I was over his knee.

I could feel his cock grow.

Pushing into my belly.

He was old enough to be my grandfather.

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

And that just made him madder.

Made him spank harder.

Made my cunt wetter.

It stung, it really stung.

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

I wanted to be used.

It was heaven.

We're all going to hell, Captain.'

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

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

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

It was a lovely service.

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

I walked up to her.

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

'No stay,' said Valerie.

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

'What happened?' I asked.

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

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

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

'Did he like the photos?'

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

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

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

You see I can't ever really be sad.

It was a perfect death.

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

'Fucking shit,' I said.

'They were his last words, funnily enough.'

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

'Captain?' said Valerie.

'Yes?' 

'Fuck me.'

'Where?'

'In my cunt.'

'No where?'

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

'Finally,' I said.

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

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

She pushed them out.

She pulled her dress up. 

She wore no knickers.

She was old, but her cunt was still perfect.

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

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

Valerie lay back and opened her legs.

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

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

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

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

In her tight skirts, skimpy blouses and impractical heels.

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

The forbidden fuck?

The wife's friend?

The work colleague?

The neighbour?

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

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

I fucked her hard.

I fucked her rough.

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

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

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

'Why?' I said.

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

'Really?' I asked.

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

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

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

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

I entered her. I went in easily.

I fucked my dream woman.

I fucked her hard up the arse.

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

She turned and looked at me.

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

'Really?' I said.

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

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

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

We were losing our minds.

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

We were demented fuck robots.

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

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

Valerie did say stop. Several times.

She cried out stop.

She cried, 'Jesus please stop.'

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

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

I said, 'Come, whore.'

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

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

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

But Valerie climbed up onto the coffin.

She squatted on it in her heels.

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

My cum fell out of her arse onto the wood.

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

I love living on this street.

But something has to stop.

Chapter 47: Back to School

I'm a people person. Really, I am.

Despite what I say and do on Red Lion Street, I really like these people.

I'm not sure about Ms. Q, who lives at number 4 Red Lion Street though. She always seems to be a bit of a nasty bitch.

She's always ignoring me and giving me the stink-eye. But she's like that with most people.

She works at the local school. She's the head teacher in fact.

Most mornings I just sit at my window watching all the different girls on Red Lion Street set off to work. I see Ms. Q strutting along the street in her school attire, just treading the line between appropriate and completely unprofessional: high heels, short pencil skirts, fitted jackets with a hint of cleavage. Q walks around like she owns the place.

She has bright, dyed, red hair. She looks about 30? I would say her tits were E cups. I'm shit hot at guessing stuff like that.

Valerie, who lives at number 28, told me that she thought Ms Q was frigid, but then that's what jealous women say sometimes. And Q certainly doesn't dress like she's frigid.

Once in the Red Lion pub I caught her looking at me. I went home and wanked about her.

There's a small alley that connects Red Lion Street to the back of Ms Q's school. One evening I came across her there. She was locking up. She was carrying too many books. She dropped them.

I asked if I could help and bent down to help her pick them up. When Ms. Q crouched I could see up her skirt and down her cleavage.

'Fuck off,' she said. 'I don't need your help. Stop being such a creep.'

'Jesus,' I said. 'Drop the attitude, what's your problem?'

'You,' said Ms. Q looking at me with hate filled eyes. 'You're such a loser. Always at your window staring at me every morning. Always trying to fuck every girl on this street. Always bragging about your stupid dick.'

'Fuck, you hardly know me?'

'Everyone knows you, Captain Shame,' said Ms Q. 'We all have your number. You're just a fucking sad, sack of shit, living on your own, lost in your dream, fantasy world. You're the biggest loser on the street.'

'You bitch,' I said. I regretted saying it straight away.

Ms. Q slapped me hard around the face. It stung.

I looked at her. 'You fucking bitch,' I said.

She slapped me again. It hurt even more.

I slapped her back. I slapped her hard across the face. I couldn't believe what I had done.

Ms Q's mouth hung open.

She pounced on me like a wild cat. We fell onto the ground. She clawed at me. She bit me. We rolled on the dirty floor.

She punched my face. It really, really hurt.

I didn't want to fight a woman, but really; she was going to put me into hospital. I had to retaliate.

I punched her in the stomach hard enough to wind her and managed to stand up. I started to walk away but she came at me again. This time I was ready. I grabbed her arm and threw her against the wall. With one hand I restrained one of her arms and gripped her throat tightly.

I pushed my weight hard against her to stop her moving. Her one free hand was still hitting me.

Here's the funny thing; My dick was rock hard.

As I pushed against her, my full ten inches was dug into her thigh.

The look in her eye changed. She was confused. We both felt this thing between us.

Her struggling started to subside. She stopped hitting me.

'You're a fucking animal,' I said.

'Animals can be tamed,' said Ms Q.

With one hand still clamping her neck against the wall I moved my other hand down between her legs.

I reached up inside her skirt. Her thighs were clenched tight.

'Spread your legs,' I spat the words out.

'Make me, cunt,' said Ms Q.

I slapped her face and then forced my hand back up inside her skirt. I pushed my way in. Her legs parted a little. I grabbed her sodden cunt through the damp nylon. I grabbed it roughly, as though she were my fuckmeat.

'You are a fucking arsehole,' she said.

'You're a fucking whore,' I said back.

'You couldn't handle me,' she said.

'I'd break you,' I said. 'You're damp. Submit.'

'Oh when I submit, you'll know,' said Ms. Q. 'When I submit, I submit completely.'

My face was inches from hers. She was truly beautiful. A strong, defiant and sexy face.

We kissed.

A wild, animalistic kiss. She bit my lip. Her hands went to my hair. She scratched and pulled. She thrust her tongue around my mouth.

I still had my hand on her cunt, I started rubbing at it hard. Ms. Q gasped. I pulled away.

Ms. Q stood there against the wall. She looked a mess. She opened her legs wider. She hitched her skirt up. She showed me her pussy. There were no panties under her nylons.

She said, 'Tame me.'

I walked forward. I bent down and with two hands I ripped her tights apart at the crotch. Her cunt was free.

She went to move at me, but once again I put my hand around her throat and restrained her.

I stuck three fingers in her fuck hole. It was easy. She was dripping.

She spat in my face.

I took my fingers out. They stank of school teacher snatch. I thrust my fingers into her mouth. She tasted herself.

She sucked greedily for a while but then she bit my fingers. I slapped her round the face again.

The look on her face was pure pleasure. She loved being slapped.

I took my hand away from her throat.

I ripped her blouse open. The buttons fell on the ground.

She wore a deep red satin bra. Everything about this woman was red.

Her tits were magnificent. I pulled both of her boobs out of her bra.

Ms Q stood there, skirt up, tights shredded and torn around her crotch. Blouse ripped open and tits on display.

She didn't move.

'What now?' I said.

'Sometimes I tire of all the bells and whistles,' said Ms Q. 'Sometimes I just want my cunt fucked.'

'Get on the floor you filthy bitch,' I said.

'Yes.'

Ms Q got on the floor with her clothes in disarray. She lay on the dirty ground. Her 5inch patent big heels were stretched out wide. Ms Q started fingering her cunt.

I undid my belt. My dick sprang out.

It was fucking massive.

'Shit,' said Ms Q. 'It's true.'

I took each of her ankles in my hands. I pulled her legs up and far apart.

I bent her back.

Her swollen cunt lips were completely exposed to me.

'I want to bend your legs back too far, I want to hurt you,' I said.

'There's no such thing as too far. There's no such thing as too much. There's no such thing as enough,' Ms Q never took her gaze off of me. She stroked and pinched her tits.

Ms Q didn't want the bells and whistles so I didn't give her any. I just sank my rock, hard ten inch dick in between her wet, glistening pussy lips.

Balls deep.

So fucking deep.

'Holy shitting Christ,' said Ms Q. She arched her back up. She pushed her tits out. She pinched her nipples.

I didn't fuck her like a lady, I didn't tease her. This wasn't love making.

This was brutal fucking. Hard screwing. The way you'd want to fuck a whore in a back alley.

I pumped and thrusted.

I made Ms Q shake and quiver.

She never took her eyes off of me. There was still hate in her eyes. This was angry fucking.

'Not enough,' said Ms Q.

I fucked her harder. Pushing her along the dirt concrete floor.

'More you fucker,' said Ms Q.

I really tried to drive my cock in as far as it would go. I pushed Ms Q's legs right back

'Fuck me right, you dumb cunt,' barked Ms Q.

I fucked like I'd never fucked before.

'Close,' whispered Ms Q. 'So close.'

This wanton animal was a challenge to me. A mountain to climb. I pushed her legs back further. They could go no further. My dick was so fucking deep inside her.

Ms Q's eyes began to water.

I knew what she needed. I took one hand off of one of her ankles. I slapped her tits. They banged together. I slapped her face.

'You fucking fucker!' she shouted.

'Shut the fuck up,' I cried. I was fucking her so hard, so furiously: I wanted to split her in two.

I looked down at her and saw the sweet orgasm begin to flood through her.

I spat in her face.

'You’re. Just. A. Dirty. Little. Fucking. Whore. Aren’t. You?'

Her body shook.

She howled.

You could hear her streets away.

She howled like wolf.

I fucking came.

I blasted my spunk up inside her cunt.

Her body spasmed.

She was spent.

I pulled out.

Ms Q's eyes had completely changed. She looked coy and obedient.

My dick was still hard and dripping with cunt juice and cum. Ms Q got up and crawled to me on her hands and knees. Her tits still on show.

She looked up at me obediently.

'May I clean you Captain?' she asked.

'You may.'

I slipped my dirt cock into Ms Q's sweet mouth.

Ms. Q cleaned it thoroughly. She never took her eyes off of me. And as she licked the last drops of cum and cunt juice from my still swollen shaft, she smiled for the first time.

I had a feeling we were going to become good friends.

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 46: Baby Father

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street.

Chris and Reese lives at number 29 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

Reese is 8 months pregnant. I made her that way.

She got super pissed because she found out that her husband Chris had screwed a prostitute. Read about that here.

She asked me round to her house and put on her wedding dress. As I fucked her from behind without a condom as she cried 'make me fucking pregnant.' I did. Read about that here.

Now Chris has left her and me and Reese are stuck with a baby. I'm trying to do the right thing.

Shit, even pregnant she looks damn hot though. You know when people talk crap about how a woman looks wonderful and radiant when she's carrying? Well Reese really did look exceptional. I don't know if it's wrong, but when I saw her walking down the street with her big swollen tits and belly I wanted to fuck her more than ever.

She saw me one day last week, 'Hey fucknuts,' she said. 'Come with me to the Doctors, it's time for my check up.' She was wearing a tight red dress. She was wearing t-bar shoes with high heels.

I walked with her to see Doctor Sun.  Doctor Sun has a practice on Red Lion Street at number 52. You've never had a Doctor like Doctor Sun.

Doctor Sun checked Reese over and asked her some questions. Both of these sexy vampires were wearing sexy nylons and heels in the middle of summer. I had a feeling they'd be stockings or holdups too.

'Everything seems fine, Reese' said Doctor Sun. 'Are there any problems you've been having?'

'I'm just down,' said Reese.

'That's very normal during pregnancy,' said Doctor Sun.

'I know but my shit bag husband has left me and now I'm left with this douche bag,' Reese jerked her thumb at me. 'I'm tired, fed up and I haven't had a fuck since forever.'

'You know you can still have sex when you're pregnant?' said Doctor Sun.

'At eight months? Fuck off,' said Reese.

'No really, you can, it's quite safe,' continued Sun. 'In fact due to an abundance of pregnancy hormones and because the pelvic area is more sensitive many women experience increased arousal and orgasm. There's more blood in the body and it becomes more responsive. '

'No shit,' said Reese.

'Lie down on the bed,' said Doctor Sun. Reese did so. 'Get your legs apart.'

Reese was unsure and looked at me. I nodded. She pulled her tight red dress up to her waist. She was wearing dark opaque hold ups with a red seam.

Doctor Sun said, 'Pull your panties to one side. I want to check something.'

Reese pulled her black panties to one side so her beautiful bare cunt was revealed to us both. Doctor Sun got up on to the bed between Reese's legs. She stuck her arse in the air and got her face right down next to Reese's crotch. As she bent over her short black skirt rode up. Doctor Sun was wearing black sheer nylon hold ups.

Shit, here we go again.

Doctor Sun poked at Reese's vulva. 'Is that sensitive?' she asked.

'Yes very,' said Reese.

'But it feels good?'

'Yes.'

'Scoop your tits out. I want to show you both something,' said Sun.

'Er?'

'I'm a Doctor,' said Sun.

Reese scooped her giant boobs out.

Doctor Sun inspected Reese's slit but frankly it didn't look like a medical examination. Reese was getting fingered, plain and simple. Reese put her hand down there too and said, 'No, not there; there. That's better.'

Doctor Sun turned to look at me and said, 'Do you see how easily your girlfriend is turned on?'

'She's not my girlfriend,' I said.

'You're the father of the baby though and whats good for Reese is good for your child. You should treat her right. Look after her.'

'But..'

Doctor Sun turned to Reese and said, 'Take your knickers off darling I'm going to get you some right now.'

Reese took her knickers off and kicked them to the floor.

Doctor Sun stood let her skirt fall to the floor took her coat, top and bra off. She put her white Doctors coat back on. I'm glad she did.

'Whats the matter Shame?' said Doctor Sun. 'The sight of a pregnant woman doesn't turn you on? You're not man enough?'

'I'm plenty man enough,' I undid my trousers. My dick sprang out. I was ten inches long. I was fully hard.

'Shit,' said Doctor Sun.

'Mother fucker,' said Reese. 'I forgot about that.'

'How could you forget a thing like that?' said Doctor Sun.

'Are you sure this is a good idea Reese? I mean we're getting on fine but these things get complicated and for the sake of the child we....'

'Shut up, come here, fuck me,' said Reese.

I walked up to her. I got on the bed. Reese spread her legs and pushed her tits together. I got myself into position.

Doctor Sun got on the bed too. She lay above Reese and got her legs either side of her.

No instruction was needed. Sun pulled her panties to one side and Reese started lapping at her damp pussy.

I pushed my giant dick in-between Reese's pussy lips and started to fuck.

Reese's cunt felt different to how I remembered; tighter, plumper. I'd never fucked a pregnant girl before but had always wanted to. This woman looked glorious, ripe and fertile. I started to fuck her quickly and passionately. This was the mother of my child. She was red hot. Her big brown tits shook and wobbled as I threw long, hard thrusts into her. She didn't look at me. She was too busy eating Sun's dripping gash.

Sun herself was gorgeous too. A small neat Asian beauty with perfect boobs. She loved her own tits. She stroked them as Reese feasted on her cunny. She brushed her hands up and down her body. She touched herself lightly. She looked straight into my eyes and said, 'That's it; look at me. Look at me.'

Reese took a moment to glance at me and whispered, 'Holy fuck, my baby father.'

I looked down at her and said, 'Fuck, you beautiful whore. I made you pregnant in your wedding dress, you skank.'

Sun looked at us both and said, 'You two are doomed. You're leaving a wake of destruction behind you. But you fuck like it's the last day of earth and I love it.'

'Shit fuck,' said Reese.

'Bitch fuck,' I said.

'Cunt on a bike,' said Doctor Sun.

'I can't lie on my back like this with the weight of the baby on me,' said Reese. I pulled out. Reese flipped over and stuck her beautiful black arse high in the air. 'Like this.'

I grabbed her hips and ploughed into her. I love to fuck a big arsed, pregnant black girl from behind.

"Holy shit,' said Reese. I started to tear her apart.

Sun was off the bed and had lost her lace panties. She letting her white coat drop to the floor. 'I love it when my patients fuck,' said Doctor Sun. 'Fuck her harder,' said Sun. 'She can take it, fucking hurt her.'

Reese turned and looked at me and said, 'Yes, hurt me Baby Father. I've ruined your life. Take me, you bastard, fucking cunt.'

I fucked her hard. She was right. She and her husband had ruined everything. I started to give her angry drilling but she just seemed to love it more.

'Shit I needed to be fucked, 'said Reese.

'I'm fucking you good aren't I?' I shouted.

Reese looked at me with sweat running down her forehead. 'I know we aren't meant to be together but as the father of my baby you can tap this fat arse any time you want. We'll be Mother and Father and best fuck buddies.'

I fucked even harder, faster. Reese's body suddenly shook violently and quickly. Her cunt contracted tighter. She was coming. She whined, high and long.

'Never, never,' she gasped. 'Never had it like that before. Never'

Doctor Sun had three finger up her pussy. 'Fuck, me too, I'm going over, I'm going over. Fuck. I'm over the edge. Yes. Yes.'

Reese shouted at me, 'Come on you cunting shit head, unleash your load on me, I want to be showered with jizz.'

I looked up at Doctor Sun who was finger fucking herself and bringing herself off a second time and knew I was ready to blow.

I pulled out. Reese dropped to her knees in front of me. I started to come on my pregnant princess.

Jizz fell on her tits. Some hit her face and then Reese quickly wrapped her beautiful, slag mouth around my bell end and I shot the last few spurts down the back of her throat.

'Hole fucking shit,' I said.

'Christ. I've got cum all over me. I've got cum in my throat,' said Reese.

'You will have a beautiful child' said Doctor Sun.

'Oh my,' I said.

'I've got to go,' said Reese. 'This is so wrong.'

Reese hurriedly pulled her dress and bra back up. I could still see jizz on her cheek as she ran out of the surgery.

Doctor Sun still stood there in the corner with half her hand up her hole.

I started to pull my trousers back on. 'Not yet,' said Doctor Sun. 'I still need something from you.'

'I've given all I can give,' I said.

'I need to take a urine sample from you.'

'Really?'

'I'm a Doctor.'

'I know but right now?'

'In my mouth.'

'What the fuck?'

Doctor sauntered over, swinging her hips. Showing off her perfect body.

She dropped to her knees in front of me and opened her mouth wide.

'Piss on me,' she said. I let my trousers fall to the ground.

'I want it to splash out of my mouth and down my tits,' said Sun.

'Christ almighty,' I said. I aimed my dick and started to relax my bladder.

'Use me as your toilet,' said Sun.

I love living on this street. I think.

Chapter 45: A Piece of Tail

Harper Eliot lives at number 9 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of her stories here.

Harper is a big girl. A big girl with a fantastic big, generous body. She has beautiful, fat tits and a giant arse that makes men wet themselves.

She's too much for you. You don't deserve her.

She says she will do anything I ask. I believe her. 

She just turned 22. Thank god.

On April 16th she phoned me up and said, 'Fuck me up the arse Daddy.'

Harper is an anal virgin. Poor girl has never had her arse fucked.

'No not me,' I said. 'Find someone who will love you and take care of you. Find someone special.'

'Daddy's cock is so beautiful. The most beautiful I've ever seen. Fuck my arse, Daddy.'

'Leave it alone Harper,' I put the phone down.

On May 16th she phoned me again.

'Jesus Christ Daddy. Just played again. Just fucked myself. Used three fingers. Thought of your cock. I want it. Jesus Christ, please fuck my arse. I want it. I need it. Please.'

'Harper,' I said. 'It wouldn't even fit. I don't think it's even possible. Please stop this. I don't want your arse virginity.'

'Fuck my arse Daddy. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Pleeeeaaaaassseee.'

I put the phone down.

On June 8th she rang again.

'Fuck my arse Daddy, please,' Harper sounded like she was crying.

'No,' I said. 'I'll tear you apart. It's not for you.'

'Fuck you.'

'Harper....'

'Fuck you, Daddy!' Harper slammed the phone down.

About a week ago I was just leaving my house and I found a hand written note on my doorstep. It said, 'Chase my tail.' A little further down the street I could see a pair of panties. I walked down and picked them up. I smelt them. They were delicious, but I didn't recognise the scent.

Further down the street I found more clothing; a neck scarf, a cardigan, a belt.

The trail led me round to the back of Red Lion Street to a place known as the back fields.

Amongst the grass I found a white cotton blouse and then a black skirt. At the very end of the backfields, just before a small woods I found a bra, size double F.

I think I'd worked out who it was.

I'm sure you have too.

I walked into the woods and saw a line of pearls

I followed the trail of pearls deeper into the tress and eventually came to a ramshackle, wooden hut.

It looked like the sort of place someone would go to get raped.

I pushed the door open and there she was; Harper Eliot, a mountain of woman, a tower of sex, a monument to every big girl you wanted to fuck but were too scared to. She could fuck a whole planet. She's too much for you. She's too much for me. She will break a man one day.

She was standing there almost naked.

She had her back to me. Her mighty arse begged me. Her valleys and canyons pleaded. Her tits hid.

She was almost naked.

Almost.

Harper Eliot wore patent leather brogue shoes with a 2inch heel. She had her red hair up.

She had a fox tail coming out of her arse crack.

It looked real.

I couldn't see how it was held there.

But held there it was.

A real fox tail coming out of Harper Eliot's arse.

Harper turned around and said, 'Please, please, please take my arse virginity. I'm only 22. I want you to be my first.'

'Get on the floor, child,' I said.

Harper smiled like a little girl with cake. I had all but said yes to her.

Slowly and carefully Harper got down on to her knees. She kept glancing around behind her.

I unbuckled my belt and undid my flies.

My ten inch dick flopped out.

I was nearly fully hard already.

I was going to fuck this young girl up the arsehole.

I wanted to.

She wanted me to.

We weren't doing anything wrong.

'I need to make you ready,' I said.

'I've tried to make myself ready,' said Harper.

Harper stayed upright on her knees and put her two hands on each of her monumental arse cheeks. She pulled them apart and displayed her arse crack to me.

Then things became clearer. The fox tail was attached to a glass butt-plug that was inserted fully into Harper's anus.

'Oh fucking beautiful,' I said. I massaged my cock gently, bringing it to it's full length. 'Is it real?'

'It's from a real fox,' said Harper. 'It cost me more than I earn in a week. Now I want a real dick in my arsehole. I've dreamt of this for years.'

I got down low behind her. I could smell her sex. I knew Harper would taste delicious.

I placed my hand on the glass butt-plug and gently eased it out of Harper. As it finally left her, Harper let out a gasp.

Her rosebud was stretched and glistening but still tiny and tight.

I placed the fox tail on the floor. Harper still had her hands on each cheek, stretching her crack wide.

I got in close.

I spat on her shit-hole.

Harper shuddered.

I spat again.

She shuddered some more.

'Get on all fours, child.'

Harper put her hands forward and arched her back. She stuck her arse out. She was perfectly at ease with what was going to happen.

'I am a child,' said Harper. 'To you at least.'

I grabbed both her her ankles and pulled her legs apart. I pushed her arse cheeks apart with my hands and spat on her hole a third time.

'Fuck, shit,' said Harper.

I moved one hand into her arsecrack and slid my palm down. My index finger traced the bottom of her valley. I moved underneath her and round to her pussy.

The girl was soaked. I moved two fingers inside her fuck hole with ease.

'You're so wet, slut,' I said. 'Have you been touching yourself?'

'Ugh, no,' grunted Harper. 'Nobody believes I get this wet. People say you have to have lube to get arse-fucked. I don't think that's true with me. Ever since I was very little, my little fanny just got absolutely soaked when aroused. I'm so fucking drenched. I can't stand not having your cock in me any longer.'

I put a third finger inside her. She was tight but her sex was so swollen and open with arousal. I pulled my fingers out and transferred her dripping girl sex round to her tiny arsehole. I rubbed her fanny juice in with spit. I worked it around the rim of her hole.

'Holy fuck. Show no mercy,' Harper whimpered.

I put my face deep into her crack. I ran my tongue around the edge of her arsehole.

I worked my tongue in.

I could taste her arse and her pussy at the same time.

She tasted magnificent.

'Please, please, please,' she mewed.

I licked her like that for ten minutes. I think she might have started crying at some point.

I pulled my tongue out. I pushed my finger in to her arse.

'Oh my sweet Daddy,' said Harper. 'Oh sweet fucking Christ my beautiful Daddy. De-flower my arse. Take my arse-virginity.'

I missed out two fingers. I went straight up to three.

I pushed them all in. I struggled and then once past the knuckles Harper's arse-hole suddenly seemed to ease and relax. I had stretched my girl wide.

'Aaaaoooooooooooowwwwwww! Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!'

'Want me to stop?' I asked.

'Don't you dare ever stop,' said Harper. 'It hurts, but it hurts so fucking good.'

I pulled my fingers out. Her shit-hole was wet and gaping. I spat on it some more.

'Now,' I said. 'It's time.'

'Oh my Daddy, please use me. Please use me however you desire. Please.'

My dick was so fucking huge and swollen. I was massive. The tip touched her.

'Fuck,' she said.

'Oh my,' I said.

I pushed in. My helmet was squashed by the walls of her arsehole.

'So fucking tight,' I said.

'Oooooowwwww,' cried Harper.

My bell-end was inside her. Harper was actually crying now. I saw tears fall from her face. I couldn't see how I would get any more inside her.

It seemed impossible.

I pushed on.

I got another inch inside her.

'It just won't work Harper,' I said. 'It's impossible.'

'I'm begging you for the last time, Daddy. Take me. Fuck my arse hard. I want all of it. Show me no mercy. I am yours. I am yours completely.'

I took hold of Harper's wide hips. She braced herself. 

I rammed myself inside her.

Fully.

Completely.

It really fucking hurt.

Both of us.

'Cunt, fuck, bitch, shit!' I said.

Harper just screeched like a cat on fire.

'I can't, I must, I can't!' cried Harper.

Her body rocked. Her tits banged together.

'I've taken your arse cherry, Harper.'

'Finish inside me, Daddy,' whimpered Harper.

Her arse was loosening. I had stretched her.

'You want me to?'

Harper managed to turn around and look straight at me.

'Come. Inside. Me.'

I did. I exploded. Harper's arse tightened.

She was coming too.

I could feel the warm spunk jetting into her anus and filling her up around my cock as I continued to pump.

I kept coming.

So did she.

She fell off me and onto the floor in a heap.

She lay their sprawled on the floor.

Semen fell out of her arse.

It was so fucking beautiful.

I love living on this street.