Chapter 23: The Second Date

Carol lives at number 5 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of Carol's Stories here.

Me and Carol went on a date. I like her. I want her to be my girlfriend. We talk about movies and books and like the same stuff. We make each other laugh and she's good company. She's my age as well, not like all the other girls on Red Lion Street who are usually too old or too young for me.

A few months ago we went on a date and it went really well; we talked over dinner and got on fine but then on the way home she asked me to pull the car over and shoot a load of warm, fresh cum down her throat.

Which was...well it was fun but it just kind of left a strange atmosphere and since then neither of us had phoned each other.

Yesterday the phone went and it was Carol.

She said, "Look, I'm really sorry about what happened before. I don't know what came over me. I'm really not like that at all. I would love for us to try again at this thing I really would. Why don't you let me take you out to dinner this time and we can start again."

I was very happy. I didn't want one rash mistake to ruin our relationship. Carol picked me up at 7pm and she drove us to the restaurant.

I must say I was surprised at how Carol was dressed.

I wouldn't say she was dressed slutty as such but the top she was wearing was definitely a little bit too see-through. I could clearly see her black bra and her hefty bangers. She wore a red skirt as well that was just a little too short. Dark tights and knee high boots completed the outfit.

We went to an Italian restaurant. We talked about the novels of Daniel Defoe and how they never seemed to have a sad ending.

We talked about the films of Roman Polanski and about how they often had a sad ending.

Carol apologised again for her behaviour on the previous date and I said that there was no need, these thing's happen.

Carol wasn't 'knock out' attractive in a conventional way but I felt she was beautiful. She had an open face and kind eyes.

I felt I was falling for her.

At one point she leaned across the table and took touched my hand lightly. My heart skipped a beat.

Over dessert we talked the recent David Hockney exhibition at the Royal Academy but both agreed that although we secretly liked the paintings of David Hockney, we probably wouldn't brave the crowds to see it.

Despite my protesting Carol paid for the meal. I loved being around Carol, it was such a perfect evening. She said "Let me drive you home."

It was a beautiful night. Strangely warm for January. Carol said, "Let's drive to the back fields."

The back fields was a small park that backed onto Red Lion Street. We parked the car and walked a while, hand in hand. The half moon was clear in the sky. Carol talked about her family and her fears and regrets.

The moment felt right, I took her in my arms and kissed her. She slipped her tongue in my mouth. She tasted of wine and coriander. I felt something move, down in my trousers.

Carol said, "Listen, I hope you don't mind, but, well, er, there's something I want to ask you?"

I said, "You can ask me anything you like, Carol."

Carol hesitated, she said, "Well, it's just...would you spread me over the front of my car, pull down my tights and knickers and stick your huge tool in my tight shit hole and fuck my arse super hard?"

I didn't say a word. I turned her around. I cupped her huge boobs in my hands. I massaged her firm tits and pushed my bulging crotch up against her arse.

"I'm wearing tights and panties,' said Carol. 'I was trying to be a good girl. I didn't wear stockings.'

Carol pulled up her tiny red skirt up around her nylon clad ass. Carol's butt cheeks were big and beautiful. I wanted to ease them apart and find out what hid between them.

'You want to be fucked on the bonnet of your car?' I asked. 'You want me in your arse-hole?'

'Sometimes I want to be cunt fucked, sometimes I want to be face fucked. Tonight I want to be arse fucked. I want you to be as big as possible for me. I want to be filled completely.'

'Get on your knees. Use your mouth.'

Carol crouched down in front of me. She eased her legs apart. Her skirt was still hitched up. She undid my belt and pulled down my trousers. My dick sprang out. Carol gasped.

"I remember this," she said. "I remember how you fucked my mouth. I remember how your bell end went right to the back of my throat, almost making me choke and gag. I remember how your cum tasted as it shot down my throat."

"I remember how beautiful it was to come in your mouth. I remember how you let my jizz fall from your bottom lip onto your boobs."

"I don't want your dick in my mouth today. I want your dick in my arse hole."

"Would you lick my balls though?"

"Certainly," said Carol.

Carol wanked my cock gently with one hand and then tenderly licked my balls.

She took her time. We were in no hurry. We were standing by the car in the middle of the car park. We didn't care.

Carol opened her mouth and took my whole ball sack in her beautiful big mouth.

I looked down and saw my beautiful, sweet whore in her long, black fuck boots and see through top.

I could see her giant tits as she continued to work on my balls. She looked magnificent.

Anyone walking in the park would see a slutty, street skank with her skirt hitched up, begging to be rammed by her man.

Carol looked up and said, "Do you want to see?"

I said, "Yes, please."

Carol turned around and walked to the car. She bent over the bonnet. She pulled her skirt right up to her waist and stuck her arse out.

I knew Carol had a big arse, but with the nylon stretched over her epic white cheeks this was the most heavenly of sights.

"I want to ejaculate all over your arse right now," I said.

"I know," said Carol.

"I want to see my cum running down your nylon clad legs," I said.

"I'm sure you do," said Carol.

"I want my jizz to drip onto your black whore boots," I said.

"Shut the fuck up. Do you want to know how we're going to do this?"

"Yes I do," I said.

"You're going to pull my tights and panties halfway down my thighs. That way they will be stretched tight and I won't be able to get my legs far apart. It will make arse hole tight for you. Also it means that after you come, the jizz will collect in my pantyhose and be smeared all up my legs when I pull them back on."

"How did you get to be like this?" I asked.

"Do it. Use me."

With my dick fit to explode, I took hold of her pantyhose and eased them down over her smooth white globes.

Her ass was even bigger once free of the tight nylon. A gorgeous giant butt for me alone. Cheap cotton panties were the only thing between me and her fuck holes.

I pulled her panties half way down her thighs. The pantyhose and tights were pinching into her skin.

I could smell her cunt.

I could smell her arsehole.

Carol tried to get her legs apart further. It was hard. The pantyhose kept her legs together.

I said, "I can smell your cunt, I can smell your arse-hole."

"So can I," she said.

"Do you want me to eat you?" I asked.

"No," said Carol. "I've been ready a long time."

"You want me to fuck your cunt first?"

"I don't want you to eat me. I don't want you to fuck my cunt. I just want your rod up my shit hole. I want you to bang me till you come and nothing else. Now be a man and fuck my arse."

I eased my throbbing cock into her arse crack. Carol pulled down her nylon top. She got her boobs out of her bra. Carol's tits looked false. I didn't care.

I eased my thick bell end into tiny puckered hole. Carol helped ease me in. I couldn't believe she wanted it this way. I thought she would be too dry.

I pushed into her and then all of a sudden her arse opened up for me and my shaft slid inside her.

"Holy fucking shit, ow!" said Carol.

Carol was no arse virgin. Some dick had been up here before. But the pantyhose kept her legs together and she was super tight for my rock hard meat.

I was three quarters in. "Do you want all of it?"

"I want all of it," said Carol. "I've never had a dick this size up my back door."

"Relax," I said. "You can take it."

I reached round and took one of Carol's tits in my hands. Carol reached round and grabbed me. She braced herself.

"Now," said Carol, "please."

I pushed in. My balls smacked her arse.

"Fucking fuck," cried Carol.

"Fucking shit," I said.

"Fucking, fuck, fuck," cried Carol.

"I love your fucking fat arse, I love fucking it."

"Fuck the living shit out of it."

"I'm going to come in your arse baby."

"Don't call me baby."

"What shall I call you."

"Anything you want."

"I've got a fucking whore for a girlfriend."

"You don't know the half of it," said Carol.

I pushed in and out of her arse. Her anus got looser, wetter. Carol moaned and gasped with every thrust.

"Fucking fuck!" she said.

"I'm going to come."

"Do it, do it, you fucker, I can't take it any longer," cried Carol.

"Say something," I said. "Send me over the edge."

"I've been fucked 13 different men in my arse-hole. Two of them on the same night."

I was falling in love with the sluttiest girl in the world.

I shot my load. I emptied myself inside Carol's arse.

"I can feel it. I can fucking feel it," said Carol.

I kept pumping.

"I can still feel it. Fucking fuck, it feels good."

I pulled out so I could smear some of the still seeping cum on her arse cheek.

"Watch," said Carol. 

She tightened her ass muscles and then let got. She made my warm gloopy jizz fall out of her arse onto her pantyhose. A real heavy load of semen oozing out of her.

"I'm going to pull my tights up," said Carol. "I'm going to smear the cum into my skin and the nylon."

I fucking 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 7: Eat My Black Ass

Reese lives at number 29 Red Lion Street with her husband Chris.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

We went for a drink after work at the Red Lion Pub. Reese is a real beauty with a big curvy frame and massive tits and ass. She is how you dreamt women would look when you were ten.

Reese drank red wine and I drank ale. One drink lead to another. Reese talked about her husband Chris and how he didn't pay attention to her. 

A week earlier I had fucked Eloise, the prostitute who lives on Red Lion Street. Eloise told me that Chris had also paid to have sex with her. I knew no matter how drunk I got I could never tell Reese.

We ordered another bottle of wine. Reese was getting drunk. She told me how her husband Chris had the biggest dick she'd ever had and that no-one could root her like he did. However she also told me that Chris was away and that I should go back to her place for more drinks.

This woman was sending me mixed signals. Reese and I staggered back to her place. I would have followed her anywhere. She was a perfect woman. I remember drinking vodka with Reese on her sofa and I remember her giggling and being flirtatious. I remember staring at her tremendous rack and thinking how I would love to bury my face in between her beautiful brown boobs.

I must have passed out.

The next thing I knew it was morning and there I was on Reese's sofa.

Reese came in, all bright and breezy. She was dressed for work in a tight top and skirt and black leather boots. She towered above me. Her tits could start a war.

"Morning," said Reese. "I bought you a cup of coffee."

"You're an angel," I said. My head was splitting. Last night I was certain I was about to shag this Amazonian but like an old fool I must have passed out. And now here she was towering above me like a goddess.

"I think we had too much to drink last night," said Reese.

"Yes, I'm really sorry about staying over."

"It's no trouble. Listen, I've really got to dash off for work in the next five or ten minutes so I'm in a bit of a hurry but I wondered if you could just do me one quick favour before you leave?"

"Sure," I said, sipping my coffee. "Anything."

"Well, I wondered, would you mind terribly if...if...well, would you mind eating out my big, fat, black arse?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry to ask," continued Reese in a matter of fact tone. "But I woke up this morning as horny as a dog on heat and I just really need someone to run their tongue around my rim, maybe stick in and out a few times. Just really give my tight little butt hole a good going over before I leave the house. Would that be ok?"

"That would be fine, absolutely fine."

"Don't move, you don't have to move. I'll just sit on your face right there if it's all the same."

"That's absolutely ok with me," I said.

Reese crouched down beside the sofa and hitched her skirt up. She wasn't wearing any panties. You didn't think she would be, did you? She put her hand between her legs and started toying with her neat, shaven pussy.

"So you don't mind eating out a girl's arse-hole then?" asked Reese. "Is that something you like to do?"

"I adore it," I said. "I love to get behind a girl and really explore their crack. The bigger the better, it makes me as hard as a diamond."

"My arse is big, fat and round. You've never eaten an arse like mine. I love to push down hard on a man's face so they're deep inside my chocolate crack."

"And I love it when a built woman like you pushes down hard on me and uses me like a piece of meat for her own satisfaction. Sit on my face whenever you like. I'll eat you like I've been starved for a week."

Reese was still crouching beside me. She had two fingers inside her cunt. Her nipples were getting hard and poking through her tight, white top. I thought of her husband Chris and how he would hate it if he knew I was going to eat out his wife's arse. But then I thought about him fucking Eloise. Horses for courses.

"Man, I'm so ready for you white boy," said Reese. "You're going to lick it. You're going to lick it good."

Reese hoisted her frame over me and pulled her skirt up high so I could see her round brown butt cheeks in all their glory.

As Reese slowly lowered herself down towards me I could smell her sweet musky scent.

"You can smell my arse can't you?" said Reese.

"It smells of roses, how could you tell?" I asked.

"I noticed your dick getting hard under your jeans."

My dick was hard. It was straining at my pants and jeans. I wanted to get it out and wank myself but I knew this wasn't about me. This was all about Reese and what she wanted. Her cunt and anus were so close to my face now. I love the smell of a woman's cunt and anus. I really do.

Resse pulled her giant globes apart so I could see her precious little back hole. I strained my neck forward and ran my tongue around the edge of her rim. She tasted delicious.

"Oh, oh that's it white boy." gasped Reese. "Lick this black mama's shit hole. Lick it good. Lick me clean."

I ran my tongue round and round the edge of her hole. Her arse-hole twitched and opened a little.

"Oh mother fucking fuck, you know I fucking love it like that. Lick my fucking dirt box."

She lowered herself down. Her cheeks were on my face. I slipped my tongue inside her shit hole. She squealed like a little girl on Christmas day. I pushed my tongue up inside her and she cried out, "I fucking love having my big fat arse played with. I love having someone lick out my anus and I love having my butt fucked. I love being fucked up the arse!"

I didn't dare dream that I might get to fuck Reese's ass. She only asked me to eat her out. I could speak anyway. Reese push her self down on my face, hard.

I couldn't breath. Reese's massive butt covered my face completely. I licked and chewed at her cunt and ass as she rubbed herself back and forwards. She was pretty heavy as she pushed down on me. She was using me as a fuck toy. She was unconcerned with my comfort or how I feel. She was only concerned with her own pleasure.

"FUCKING EAT MY ARSE, EAT MY CUNT EAT MY FUCKING ARSE YOU FUCKING STUPID PIECE OF FUCK MEAT!!" she shouted. She thrust her sopping wet cunt against my chin and I managed to get my tongue inside her sweet, sweet anus again.

"FUCK! YES! FUCK! OH! OH! OH! FUCK! YES THAT'S IT! RIGHT THERE! THAT'S IT RIGHT FUCKING THERE!"

Reese's whole body shook and trembled as she came hard onto my face. It felt fucking beautiful.

I let go too. Without touching myself I managed to explode inside my jeans.

Reese lifted herself off of me. Her cunt and arse glistened with cunt juice and saliva.

My face reeked of black girl arse and cunt.

"Thank you," said Reese.

"You are fucking amazing," I said.

"I need to go to work, get the fuck out of my house."

I love living on this street.