Chapter 33: The Marriage of Derek and Valerie Sullivan

Valerie lives at number 28 Red Lion Street with her husband Derek.

She is 50 years old. I have known her all my adult life. She always promises to fuck me. She never does.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Valerie told me all about her unusual but loving marriage with Derek. She had been unfaithful with seven different men and Derek knew about every time.

1992

Valerie got married to Derek in 1992. She was 30, he was 50. She married him for his money. He married her for her tits and legs.

They got married at a registry office and Valerie chose a dress that made her look like a dirty seaside postcard.

For the first ten years of their marriage they showed each other respect but rarely love. Derek liked fucking Valerie but his dick was small and he knew that he rarely satisfied her. Several times he paid for prostitutes. Valerie knew this and didn't care.

Valerie on the other hand never fucked around.

2002

After ten years of a loveless marriage Valerie had finally had enough. Whilst on holiday Valerie fucked a young Italian boy on his hotel balcony. He was half her age and had a cock that filled her cunt like she had never been filled before.

The next morning Valerie cried and told Derek what she had done. Derek said he didn't mind and that he had been listening outside the hotel door all along.

Derek asked Valerie to fuck Nico the next night in their own room. He asked if he could watch. He paid Nico money to fuck his wife. Nico thought they were crazy. Valerie got on the bed on all fours and opened her legs wide for her Italian lover. Her husband looked into her eyes as Nico entered her. Valerie told Derek that Nico was bigger and better then he ever was and Derek just sat there wanking himself.

Nico made Valerie orgasm three times before he shot his hot junk inside her. Derek walked over and jerked himself over Valerie's face and hair. Nico told Derek that his wife was a whore and Derek laughed his head off. 

On the plane home Valerie told Derek she loved him and for the first time she meant it.

2003

The next year, after much discussion, Derek and Valerie decided that Valerie should take a lover.

They chose Ron. A mutual friend who had recently been divorced from another of Valerie's friends. Ron and Valerie had a regular, no strings attached, fuck buddy relationship. Ron would usually come around every Wednesday. 

Derek would cook for them both and then go down to the pub. Ron would always fuck Valerie in the arse and never in the cunt. He would always finish in her mouth.

When Derek got home he would kiss her full on the mouth with his tongue and taste dick, come and his wife's anus.

Eventually Valerie told Ron, 'This can't go on if you're never going to fuck my cunt.'

Ron said, 'Let's quit while we're ahead.'

2004

It was two years before Valerie took another lover.

She told Derek about this guy called Tony who always grabbed her arse and told her how much he wanted to fuck her.

Derek said, 'Let him.'

Tony was brute. A loutish thug and not the sort of guy Derek and Valerie would normally invite round their house. Tony turned up in his best shirt and trousers. Valerie dressed up like a cheap actress dressed as a cheap whore in a cheap movie.

Derek said, 'Fuck my wife on our bed and let me watch.'

Tony lay on the bed as Valerie crawled over him in her tight lace dress, stockings and heels.

In less than three minutes Tony's pencil thin dick was shooting baby batter over his best shirt.

It left a big dark stain.

'Shit, I'm sorry,' he said. 'This never usually happens.'

Derek laughed and came on Valerie's stockings anyway.

Valerie was upset that she didn't get boned by this vicious looking idiot. 

They gave Tony another chance and he came back the next week. This time he at least managed to get his skinny dick inside Valerie's snatch but he didn't last long before he popped and Valerie didn't even get to come.

Valerie said to Derek that it shouldn't even count as being unfaithful.

Derek said that it did and that she was a whore and that he loved her.

2006

It was a couple of years before Derek and Val found another lover.

It was Valerie's 44th Birthday and she pleaded with Derek, 'Husband, for my Birthday can you please get me a big, tight, muscly black man with a huge schlong that can fuck me so hard I can barely walk?'

Derek said, 'We're white and middle class. We don't know any black people.'

'For fuck's sake just buy me one!'

And that's what Derek did. He went on the Internet and found some black male prostitutes. He found the one with the biggest dick and paid him £150 to come round on Valerie's Birthday and screw the living daylights out of his wife.

Benjamin become a regular fixture at the Sullivan's house. He would come over every Sunday after Valerie had cooked Derek his Sunday Roast. Benjamin had a long, slender nine inch dick and could last for hours.

He seemed almost bored when he fucked Valerie. He could make her moan and orgasm into the evening and only when she begged him did he let his spunk shoot over her.

Derek would sometimes lick Benjamin's jism out of Valerie's fuck hole afterwards.

After 23 sessions Valerie asked Benjamin, 'What is it you want?'

He said, 'I love it when rich, white housewives make me come with their feet.'

Valerie said, 'Show me how.'

Benjamin took off Valerie's shoes and got her on the bad and clamped her bare feet around his shaft.

He got her feet tight like a cunt and taught her how to jerk him off that way.

Within five minutes Benjamin howled, 'Fucking, fucking, white bitch, fuck, fuck!' as he shot a perfect jet of jizz into the air.

Derek said, 'That was the hottest thing ever!' and five minutes later he was having his own perfect foot wank.

Valerie got bored of Benjamin.

2007

Derek's dick was so short and stubby that it didn't even really do enough for Valerie when it was stuffed in her tight arse-hole.

One morning over breakfast Derek said to Valerie, 'You know my brother Richard has never fucked a woman up the arse and his wife won't let him.'

'Jesus, Derek,' said Valerie. 'Are you saying you want your own brother to fuck me in the anus?'

'I've already asked him. He said yes. His dick is much bigger than mine.'

'Fuck, this is out of control, ' said Valerie. 'Where and when do you want this to happen.'

'Over the bonnet of my car on a hot summer night in a public car park.'

'Make it happen.'

Two weeks later in the middle of July, Valerie put on sheer white stockings with a red seam up the back. She wore a black leather mini skirt and deep red, patent leather heels.

Derek drove Valerie to a car park round the back of a nearby pub.

Derek's brother Richard was waiting there. He was ugly and bald and Valerie never liked him but the idea of being fucked up the arse by her Husband's brother made her crotch glisten with cunny juice.

The bonnet of Derek's car was still warm as she bent over it and pulled her skirt up for Richard.

She got her leg's wide and said, 'What are you waiting for? Fuck your brother's wife.'

Richard WAS bigger than Derek. He ploughed in Valerie and showed her no mercy.

'I've always wanted to fuck you up the arse,' he said.

'I've always hated you and your dumb wife,' said Valerie.

Derek sat in the car watching his wife getting arse fucked.

Two men were standing outside the pub having a fag and watching this random slut getting her back-end boned in public.

Richard finally blew his junk up Valerie's shit hole and shouted 'Arsenal!'

Valerie limped back into the car with spunk running down her stockings. She gave Derek a hand job and then they drove home.

2008

One night Derek came home from work and said, 'I think I'm going get a promotion at work, but it all hangs on this one thing.'

'What's that?' asked Valerie.

'Well you see, Kenton my boss has always had this thing for you and...'

'You don't need to say anymore darling,' said Valerie. 'Invite him round for dinner next week.'

The next week Valerie made Derek and Kenton a lamb casserole. Afterwards she took Kenton up to their bedroom while Derek stayed downstairs and did the dishes.

Kenton had the biggest dick she had ever seen and he just fucked Valerie long, hard and fast.

Valerie cried out, 'This is all I ever wanted. A big dick that can last! Fuck my cunt! Thank you Boss-man.'

Downstairs Derek wanked himself off on the sofa listening to his boss fuck his wife. They never came down that night and Derek slept there till the morning.

Derek got the promotion.

2010

Valerie's last lover to date was a painter and decorator called Chris.

He painted Derek's walls and then he painted his wife's face.

Derek would always watch. Sometimes he made Valerie keep the cum on her face as he kissed her afterwards.

Chris eventually said he had to stop. 'You two are just fucking crazy,' he said.

Over the last six months Valerie has made me come five times but she won't let me fuck her.

I asked her, 'Do you love Derek?'

She said, 'I know it's strange, but yes, our love is true and complete. We have absolute trust.'

'When will you fuck me?' I asked.

'Soon,' she said. 'I have just one more thing for you to do.'

I love living on this street.

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 20: Broad Daylight

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

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Two days ago Valerie rang me in the middle of the afternoon. She said, "Remind me, where, exactly, have you come on me so far?"

Valerie had been prick teasing me since I was 15. Recently she had let me come on her a few times but I didn't think she would ever let me fuck her.

"Let me see," I said. "First you sucked me off and then let me come over your white cotton blouse, then another time you let me come over your puckered arsehole and then last time you made me come onto your cunt."

"That's what I thought," said Valerie. "Listen, my husband is here and he wants me to come over to yours and get you to come on my tits then he wants me to come straight back so he can lick another man's jizz off my boobs. Is that ok?"

She really does talk like that. I felt my dick stiffen. "That's fine. When do you want to do this?" I asked.

"Right fucking now," the phone cut off. Two minutes later there was a knock at my door. I found it hard to walk to the door with my huge erection busting to get out of my jeans. I opened the door and there was Valerie.

It's hard to believe but Valerie is 50 years old. She is a phenomenal looking woman for her age. Still tight in all the places that matter. She was wear a crisp white blouse and a prim, red cardigan. She wore a smart grey work skirt, black opaque tights and bright red lace up heels. On a street full of swanky sluts, Valerie was a real touch of class.

Valerie said, "I don't want to kiss, I don't want to suck you off, I don't want any delay. I just want you to get your huge piece of meat and wank yourself hard until you blow your wad over my sexy little tits."

"Come in," I said. 

"No right here," said Valerie. "Right fucking here on your door step. Right here in broad daylight."

"You're crazy," I said. "Anybody could see. You're insane."

"That's what I want," said Valerie. "I want anyone and everyone to see. I want the neighbours to see the street slut getting sprayed. I want my husband to see me on my knees on the pavement getting a fresh load from another man."

"Jesus Christ," I said.

Valerie dropped to her knees. Her neat grey skirt rode up her thighs. She wasn't wearing tights. She was wearing hold ups. I saw a glimpse of the skin of her smooth white thighs and my dick went fully hard. Valerie unbuttoned her cardigan and blouse and showed me her black bra.

"Look at me," she said. "I'm your boyhood wet dream."

Valerie got her tits out of her bra. Valerie had small but perfect tits. I'd dreamed of coming over them for 25 years.

"I'm on my knees for you," said Valerie. "I'm here for you. What are you waiting for?"

I dropped my jeans. My giant cock sprang out.

"Suck it," I said.

"Not today, baby," said Valerie.

"Why do you haunt me? Why do you tease me so?"

"I remember when you were 15 and I was 25," said Valerie. "I used to see your virgin cock get hard as I walked passed you in my mini skirts."

"I remember," I said. "Your skirts were so tight and high, I'd never seen anything like it before."

"I loved how big your cock would grow in your school trousers."

"My mother said you were a slut," I said.

"Your mother was right," said Valerie. "I'd already had 14 lovers by the time I was 25."

"I used to go home and beat myself off thinking about you."

"I used to go home and stick three fingers in my cunt thinking about the big dicked virgin school boy from down the road."

"You dirty bitch," I said. "You always promised me you'd let me fuck you one day."

"And you will. I want you to fuck me. My husband wants you to fuck me. It will happen, but not today."

Valerie was on her knees in the street. She didn't want anything other than my cum on her tits.

She didn't want love.

She didn't want tenderness.

She just want my cum.

"I've come on your ass, I've come on your cunt, now I'm going to come on your sexy little tits. Is that it then? Then can I fuck you?" I asked.

"No, then I want you to come on my fucking face," said Valerie.

"Then can I fuck you?"

"Maybe," she said. "I'm not sure."

I looked up and down the street, about 40 feet away three workmen were getting stuff out of their van.

"Fuck, those guys are going to see us," I said.

"I hope so," said Valerie. "They could join in. It would be the best surprise for my husband if I went home with four men's spunk smeared over my titties."

"He likes that stuff does he?"

"Honey, he'd lick it up like a cat with milk. He loves his slutty wife and he loves her best with another man's cum all over her."

"You are are unbelievable," I said.

My dick was about to explode I hadn't even touched it. I knew it would burst with the slightest touch.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" said Valerie. "I'm being a total slut for all you, all I want is your fucking load, why won't you come on me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"You know it is, I just want your load. Give me your fucking load."

"I have three days of cum stored up in here. My balls are heavy with jizz."

"Please spray me. I want cum on me now. Come on my tits."

"I'm going to baby," I said. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started tugging.

"Come on my tits, fucking come on my tits, COME ON MY TITS!"

I felt a surge rise up from my balls. I was going to let her have it.

"Here it comes!" I cried. I was too loud I could hear the work man laughing.

"Fucking fuck I just want that cum!" cried Valerie.

I came. Hard.

Four gloomy, sloopy squirts of fat, creamy, jizz fell onto Valerie's smooth white little boobs.

"Oh Jesus,  thank you, that's just what I needed," said Valerie. The workmen cheered.

Valerie got up straightened her dress and walked back to her house and her husband. She walked past the workmen. Their jaws were hanging open. She didn't do her blouse up. Anyone could see her cum splattered tits. 

She just didn't care.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 17: The Perfect Christmas Present

Virginie lives at number 43 Red Lion Street with her husband Tony. You can read all of her stories here. They moved over from France just recently. They are good friends of mine. Tony is intelligent, kind and generous.

Virginie is slim, sassy, funny, super sexy and above all, French. Is there any such thing as a not-sexy French girl?

Virginie phoned me up last week and said, "I've been absolutely racking my brains for what to get Tony for a Christmas present. You know how to take photos don't you? Didn't you go to Art College?"

"Yes, I went to art college, I can take good photos," I said.

"In that case," said Virginie. "I think I know what I can get Tony for Christmas, something sexy, something different. Can you come round to ours this afternoon?'

When I went round, Tony wasn't there and Virginie seemed to be dressed as some kind of common Parisian street hooker. She wore a tight white vest that showed her perky young tits. She wore the shortest mini skirt with sheer seamed stockings and a red suspender belt.

On top of all that though Virginie was wearing the most ridiculous pair of stripper shoes you have ever seen in your life. They were made of the brightest patent red leather with huge platformed soles. If you had asked me I would have said this type of shoes could never be sexy. I like a girl with a classier type of heel.

But as soon as I saw Virginie's porn shoes my dick grew hard. She wore them with such grace and confidence. I wanted to fuck her. 

Virginie sat down on the sofa and picked up a camera.

"Here's my idea," said Virginie. "Tony has always wanted some sexy photos of me and I've always said no. In fact I think what he really wants is to have some really dirty porno shots of me. Do you think you could take some photos of me looking sexy for Tony?"

"It will be no problem," I said.

I took the camera and started taking photos. It was awkward at first. Virginie was my friend and this felt a little weird. She pulled her tight white top off. She let her skirt fall to the ground, she was wearing beautiful red lingerie.

I said, "I think that we would make better, sexier photos if you felt more sexy don't you?"

"Maybe," said Virginie.

"Tell me a little about what you and Tony do? Talk about how you two fuck. It might be weird but it will get us in the mood, make the photos better for Tony."

"Ok," said Virginie. "Well, me and Tony have a frank and open relationship. He likes to fuck me a lot and I like to get fucked. He likes to fuck me in hold ups and heels and I like to dress like a slut for him. That's why I got these shoes. The first time I wore them he just stood there with his mouth wide open. I got on my knees and wanked him off into my mouth."

The photos were going well. Virginie was on the sofa and had her legs high in the air. She eased her panties down her legs until they were caught around her heels. Her pussy, was clean and shaven and beautiful.

She said, "Tu aimes ce que tu vois?"

I said, "I don't speak French."

I said, "I'm surprised that Tony has never taken photos of you before like this?"

"Well you see, the truth is that he has," said Virginie. "We actually have loads of photos of me dressed like a naughty, little skank, but the difference is, this time the photos are being take by another man, when he isn't here. This will drive him wild. He will go crazy knowing one of his best friends has seen his slutty wife's fuck hole."

"Oh I see," I said. "Why did you choose me?"

"Tony saw your long, thick dick at the swimming pool once. He said he dreamed of seeing his best friend fuck his filthy wife. He thought it was the dirtiest, horniest thing that could ever happen."

"Does he let you fuck other men?" I asked, my dick getting harder all the time.

"Oh yes," replied Virginie. "We are completely liberated and free with each others sexuality. He has seen me with other men and once he and another guy DP'd me?"

"Your arse and cunt?" I asked.

"No, both of them were inside my cunt. Let's go upstairs."

Virginie lead the way up the stairs. She could barely walk in those heels. Her arse swung back and forth. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to lick it, I wanted to eat it.

We went inside the bedroom. Virginie got up on bed and got on all fours. She stuck her arse out high in the air. I took some more photographs.

"You're arse looks beautiful," I said. "Hold it like that a while."

"Ecarte tes cuisses autant que tu peux," said Virginie.

"I don't speak French," I said. "Why am I here Virginie?"

"The only person who has ever fucked me up the arse is my husband, but I know he has dreamt and wanked about seeing another man's hug cock split my shit hole apart. I think it would be such a lovely Christmas present for my husband if you fucked my arse right now and took pictures of it."

"I might hurt you," I said.

"No you won't," said Virginie.

"How will I take pictures and fuck you at the same time?" I asked.

"I have a tripod," said Virginie.

Virginie went out to get a camera tripod. I got undressed. My cock was absolutely as hard as a diamond.

It stood up like a flagpole. You could have run the Tricolor up it.

Virginie came in and saw my fuck meat. "Holy shit!" she said. She set up the tripod and camera but could take her eyes off of my schlong.

"S'il te plait met ta bite dans mon cul!" said Virginie.

"I don't speak French but I hope you said, 'please fuck my arse,' because that's what I'm going to do."

Virginie got up on the bed and stuck her arse out for me. She got her legs wide apart and I spread her cheeks so I could see her tiny puckered arse-hole. When she had been out of the room she had clearly put some lubricant inside her rim. She was wet and ready. She was a woman who wanted it quick and fast.

She said, "Stick it in me, use me, fuck my arse."

I gripped Virginie's hips and eased my tip into her rim. She gasped at the size. She reached forward to where the camera was and pressed the shutter. After ten bleeps the shutter went off five times.

"Oh I wish my beautiful husband could be here now. I love him so much, I do this all for him," said Virginie.

I managed to work my helmet inside her rim. She yelped in pain. "I'm happy to do this for my friend," I said. "If it's what he wants then I'm happy to fuck his slutty wife."

I pushed my dick in an inch further and Virginie screamed, "C'est trop! C'est trop! C'est trop!"

"I don't speak French," I said and in one burst pushed forward so my balls slapped up against her ass.

Virginie howled like a wounded dog and I proceeded to fuck my friend's wife up the arse. In and out at a steady regular pace. "Owwwwwwwwoooohhh!" cried Virginie. She managed to reach the shutter button and take some more pictures.

"You are a fucking, filthy, dirty, slutty wife to my friend," I said.

"I know, I know," said Virginie. "I am the worst slut, the shittiest wife there ever was, or am I the best?"

Is Virginie a bad wife? Or a good wife? Would you want to marry her?

"Fuck me more, fuck me harder, use me," said Virginie. 

I gripped her hips hard and thrust in fully each time. My balls smacking against her arse. I was angry with her and in love at the same time. She had a crude, animal sexuality that made me want to fuck her selfishly.

"You've hit my A-spot you fucking English cunt!" cried Virginie. "I'm ccommmming!"

Virginie's anal sphincter gripped tight around my shaft as she came. "Jesus wept," I said.

"Ejacule moi dedans, maintenant!" said Virginie.

"I don't speak French," I said. "But I'm about to dump a filthy load of junk in your slutty arse-hole."

I let go. I hadn't wanked for a week. Gloops and gloops of thick cum pumped out. I puled my dick out to the rim so the spunk fell out of her ass-hole.

I pulled out and left her there. I got the camera and started taking pictures. Virgine made her anus pulse so more cum oozed out down her cunt and legs and stockings.

She reached round and scooped up the cum on her fingers. I kept taking pictures. My dick and her arse-hole were both leaking cum everywhere. She took some cum from her ass and put it in her mouth.

"Happy Christmas Tony," I said.

Happy Christmas Tony," said Virginie. "Now get the fuck out of our house."

Three days later I got a text message from Tony. It said, "Thanks for the Christmas present mate. It's what I always wanted."

I love living on this street.

(A note about this story. This is the first time that a story has been made from a reader's contribution and photos. Tony and Virginie sent me photos of themselves and asked me to draw them and make a story up for them. Feel free to email me if you want to do the same.)

Chapter 10: Drown the Pussy

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

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Valerie is a married woman of 50 but if you saw her walking down the street in her high heels you would masturbate about her all night long.

She has been prick teasing me since I was 15. Last week I over heard her telling her friends that she had had been unfaithful to her husband seven times and he knew about every one.

I phoned Valerie up and asked her if this was true. Valerie said, "My husband loves me fucking other men. Sometimes I let him watch. Sometimes I let both my husband and my lover come on my face."

"I don't believe you," I said.

"Come over now and I'll prove it."

I walked down to Valerie's house. Her front door was open. I walked upstairs to where I could hear Valerie talking. I walked into a small room and there was Valerie sitting on her office chair. Valerie wore dark black stockings and bright red heels. She had her top off and was wearing a red bra. Her skirt was hitched up and she had her legs apart and was wearing no panties.

I could see her cunt.

Valerie was on the phone. She looked at me and said, "I'm on the phone to my husband."

She talked back into the receiver, "Yes, he's here now. He is standing right in front of me. He is looking right at me and can see my bare cunt. You know the guy, he lives at number 10. The guy who always keeps looking at my arse....Yes I shaved it this morning. My cunt is bare and bald...what's that?"

Valerie said to me, "My husband want's to know if you like my cunt? He wants to know how it feels to look at a married woman's pussy, whilst she is on the phone to her husband."

"I like it," I said. "It's a beautiful cunt. I want to taste it. I want to eat it and then I want to fuck it."

"He's talking dirty to me, Derek," said Valerie into the phone. "He's talking about how he wants to eat my cunt and fuck it. What's that? Have I ever fucked him? No I have never fucked him. I let him come on my blouse once and another time I let him come over my ass crack...yes...yes you're right I should have made him lick the cum off of my ass."

Valerie pointed at her beautiful slit and said, "My husband says you can't have my cunt, not yet. He says he doesn't want you to fuck me."

"But I want to fuck you," I said. "I want to fuck you badly. I want to fuck you hard and quick and dump a nice fat load inside of you. I've wanted to fuck you since I was fifteen. Please let me fuck you, now."

"No," said Valerie. "I want you to come on me again. Only when you've come over my tits, my cunt and my beautiful face will I let you fuck me."

"Take your fucking bra off now," I said.

Valerie talked to her husband again, "I'm taking my bra of for him right now, husband. I'd show my tits to almost anyone, I don't care."

Valerie unhooked her red bra and threw it to the ground. "Get your cock out, right now. Wank yourself whilst you look at me."

No woman should have tits that look like Valerie's at the age of 50. She had gorgeous, big natural tits that still held firm.

I had my erect cock out and was wanking myself off.

"He's bigger than you husband," said Valerie. "He's much, much bigger than your stupid little dick, husband. I would love him to fuck me but today he's just going to come on me."

"You filthy fucking bitch," I said.

"Where do you want to come on me. Do you want to jizz on my face? Or spray my tits with fresh spunk or come on my neat 50 year old cunt?"

"I'd love to shoot over your face. I'd love to see my gloopy jizz dripping from your chin. You would look beautiful with my spunk on your lips...

but... 

I'd love to spray your fantastic rack and make sure you got a big load that ran down inbetween your boobs...

but...

There's something so odd and exotic about cumming on your cunt without actually getting to fuck you. I want to come on your cunt, I want to drown your pussy in jizz."

"Do it," said Valerie. "Come on my cunt. I want you to. My husband wants you to."

I got in close and started to wank myself furiously. "I'm going to fucking come on you, you filthy whore. I hope your husband can hear what I'm saying. I hope he's enjoying the sound of another man wanking over his wife."

"He can hear," said Valerie. "and he loves it too. He's wanking himself hard and calling me a filthy, slut wife down the phone."

"This is so wrong. I'm going to come," I said.

"Do it, let go!" she said.

It's beautiful when you let go. I aimed my cock and shot a nice filthy load of junk over her pussy. Some of my spunk went on to her stockings and dripped down her thigh.

"He came on me husband, he fucking came on me. Are you coming too? Are you coming too husband? That's it baby, go on, fucking go, let it go."

Valerie was smearing spunk into her skin whilst her husband wanked himself off on the other end of the phone.

Valerie looked at me and said, "Get out of my fucking house."

I love living on this street.