Chapter 32: The Town Bike

Stephanie lives at number 42 with her husband Rob and their baby.

She fucks whoever she likes and doesn't tell him.

You can read all of Stephanie's stories here.

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

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

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

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

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

It's hard to ride with a boner.

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

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

"I fucking love this weather," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very, very much," I said.

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

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

I was so fucking hard.

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

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

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

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

"What can you see?" she asked.

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

"What else can you see?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what might that be?"

"A man."

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

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

"Of course you are," I said.

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

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

"What can you see?" she said.

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

"What else can you see?"

"The cunt of a whore," I said.

"Can you smell it too?" she asked.

"Not from here," I said.

"Then get closer."

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

I wanted to fuck her this way.

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

"What can you smell?" she asked.

"The grass, nature, summer."

"Anything else?"

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

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

"What about now?" she asked.

"I can smell your arse."

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

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

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

I ran my tongue around her rim.

"Fucking Holy Mary," said Stephanie.

I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her.

"Sweet baby Jesus," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Finger fuck me. Lick me."

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

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

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

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

"Oh my," said Stephanie.

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

"What now?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What can you see?" asked Stephanie.

"A whore in a field."

I love living on this street.

Chapter 9: Afternoon Tea

Valerie lives at number 28 Red Lion Street, Reese lives at number 29 and Carol lives at number 5.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

You can read all of Carol's stories here

It was Monday afternoon. Valerie, Reese and Carol were all sitting in the Red Lion drinking tea. They were laughing and talking loudly. They were all heels and nylons and tits. Which one would you fuck if you could?

I pulled up a chair nearby so I could hear what they were saying. They knew I was there. They didn't seem to care.

Reese threw her head back and said, "No you didn't! No you fucking didn't!"

Valerie said, "I swear it's the truth. I still haven't washed them, you can still see the stains."

If you ever wanted to fuck a woman in her fifties then that woman would be Valerie. Her hair is dyed. She wears a little too much make up, but her body is tight and she knows how to make your dick rock hard. Here she was, in a pub in the middle of the afternoon, wearing red stockings and white heels and still looking classy.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her short grey skirt rode up so that I could see her stocking tops. She had on a tight white blouse that was stretched tight over perfect medium sized boobs.

If she was on a bed, in front of you, pleading to be fucked, and next to her lay a nubile twenty year old. You'd fuck Valerie. You would. Every time.

I have known Valerie for twenty five years. She has always been a complete prick tease. She has never once let me fuck her but last week she let me cum over her ass.

Valerie is married. Her husband is fat and rich.

"The thing is," said Valerie, "My husband likes it, he actually encourages it."

"Really?" said Reese. "You husband knows you've had affairs? He doesn't mind?"

"In our twenty years of marriage I have had seven lovers. My husband knows the name of every one. He has even been in the same room when some of them have fucked me."

"That's outrageous," said Carol. "I didn't think these things really happened."

"Derek loves me, but he knows he is fat and old. He wants the best for me and he wants me to be happy. He knows I have a big sexual appetite. I can't help myself, I just want it ALL the time."

"When...how... did all this start?" asked Reese.

"For the first ten years of our marriage we were faithful but his dick was small and he never properly satisfied me," said Valerie. "We were on holiday in Italy. There was this long haired Italian boy who use to sit near us by the hotel pool. One night we were talking to him in the bar and my husband went to bed. I got drunk and fucked Nico on his hotel balcony. He had my skirt up over my arse and gave me a better drilling then I'd ever had with my husband. The next morning I told Derek and cried my heart out. I was sorry and felt so bad. Derek, said he didn't mind, he said he wanted me to. He said he was outside the hotel door listening to me moaning with his cock in his hand.

Derek asked me to fuck Nico the next night in our own room. He asked if he could watch. He paid Nico money to fuck me and let him watch. Nico thought we were crazy. I got on the bed on all fours and opened my legs wide for my Italian lover. My husband looked into my eyes as Nico entered me. I told my husband that Nico was bigger and better then he ever was and he just sat there wanking himself.

Nico made me orgasm three times before he shot his hot junk inside me. My husband walked over and jerked himself over my face and hair. Nico told Derek that I was a whore and my husband laughed his head off. It was the best fuck of my life but I've had better since.

Me and Derek love the way we live. We wouldn't have it any other way."

Reese laughed and gasped all the way through Valerie's story. Reese lived with her husband Chris at number 29. Reese is built like a battle ship. Her massive tits are like bazookas. Two weeks ago she let me lick out her arsehole and I've never tasted anything better. Reese was wearing red high heels and white ankle socks, like it was a perfectly normal thing for a woman in her late thirties to do.

"I've never been unfaithful," said Reese. She knew I was listening. "Well, not really, not properly. I've given a couple of blow jobs and I've let a few guys lick out my cunt and arse. I LOVE having my arse licked out."

"So do I," said Valerie.

"Euugghh!" said Carol.

"But I haven't told Chris. It would break his heart. I know he is faithful to me and would never stray," said Reese.

I knew Chris had been unfaithful. He had fucked Eloise the local whore. She told me herself when I fucked her.

"Chris satisfies me like no-one else," said Reese. "I have to tell you a secret and it's not a thing that a woman should say but my pussy is quite, well big. When I was younger, boys would fuck me and I would never really, feel it you know? Not like you're supposed to? I mean I would cum sometimes but I always had to help myself. I had to play with my clit to bring myself off. Their cocks were never enough on their own. That all changed when I met Chris. On our first date I was wearing the tightest black dress. It could barely contain my massive titties. My arse was all over the place. He kept looking at my tits and arse like all the men do and I looked at the crotch of his jeans. He was hard. It looked like he had wedged a spanner down there. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. We had dinner. Afterwards, I told him, I said that I wanted to take him home. I told him I wanted to fuck him. I used that word. I said 'fuck' in a restaurant on our first date. I took him to my flat. He said he didn't want to hurt me. He said he had hurt girls before because his dick was so massive."

I have a big dick too. Really, honestly I do. However, when I fucked Eloise she said the biggest dick she'd ever had was Chris's.

"I unzipped his jeans," continued Reese, " and unwrapped the most beautiful black rod. I mean, honestly girls, it is a really beautiful thing. Truly huge. I looked at him and said that I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I wrapped my lips around his cock and took in as much as I could. He fucked my face gently but soon his dick was at the back of my throat. I was choking on it. It was too much. I took it out and said, 'Please stick it inside me, I've never come from just a dick alone. Please show me how. Please fuck me however you want.' He lay me on my bed. I didn't take my tiny black dress off but I did scoop out my boobies and took my panties off. I stretched my legs as wide as they would go. He put his big bulbous helmet at the lips of my cunt and I said 'don't wait, don't be gentle, fuck me hard.' He was inside me and I knew this was the man I wanted to fuck for the rest of my life. He slid in and out and I could feel my pussy leaking juice like it had never done before. For once in my life my cunt was filled. I could feel his stick on my pussy walls and it felt glorious. I asked him if I was too big for him and he said I was perfect. He said he could never fuck girls hard for fear of hurting them. I said he wasn't fucking me hard enough and then he went crazy. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. I said, that's still not enough. His giant ball sack was slamming against my fat brown butt but I still wanted more. I said,' fucking fuck me you useless fucking fuck' and then he turned into a pneumatic drill. I came like an earthquake and screamed the house down. He said, 'I'm going to come baby. Where do you want my cum?' I said, 'Fucking come in my black cunt and make me pregnant. Marry me and fuck me forever you gorgeous, gorgeous man.' He came and came and came. An hour later, jizz was still oozing out of my slit. I would never be unfaithful to Chris."

"You two are fucking crazy," said Carol.

"Tell us something dirty, Carol," said Reese.

I liked Carol. She was in her forties but still had a great rack and ass. She told dirty jokes and could drink like a man. I had though about asking her out on a date before. You know, like a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. I thought she was pretty filthy, so I was surprised at what she said.

"I've only slept with five guys in my life," said Carol. "I once let a man fuck me up the ass but I didn't like it."

"Is that it?!" howled Reese.

"Is that the best you can do?" said Valerie

Carol was the best dressed of the three. She had dark, dark opaque tights on with shiny black heels. She had let the strap on her red dress fall so you could see her black bra.

I got up to leave and pretended to drop my wallet as I walked past Carol. I bent down and looked up at Carol.

She smiled down at me and then I realised that her black tights weren't tights at all. I could see a tiny glimpse of white skin at the hem of her dress. The dirty woman was wearing hold ups.

She saw that I saw and smiled.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 2: The Letter

I live at no 10 Red Lion Street. Stephanie and Rob live at number 42.

Read all of Stephanie's stories here

They are newly married. They have a small baby.
Rob drinks with me at the pub in Red Lion Street. The pub in Red Lion Street is called 'The Red Lion'.

The other week Rob said, "The sex between me and Stephanie has stopped since the kid came along. I don't know what happened. We used to fuck all the time. We couldn't stop ourselves. I used to come home from work and before I could say hello she would be on her back on the kitchen floor saying 'fill me'. She had the sluttiest mouth too. She used to love being called a whore. I asked her if she was sure and she said, 'I love being called a whore. Treat me like one.'"

Rob looked broken. He stared into his pint, "We haven't had sex in nearly three months," he said. "The thing is she still goes out dressed super sexy. She's been wearing these knee length white socks lately that drive me insane. I don't know what to do."

It's true. Stephanie does walk up and down Red Lion Street in her knee length socks and sexy black patent shoes. She pushes her pram and swings her ass.

She look's like a proper dirty, young mum.

A week or so after I spoke to Rob a note was pushed through my letter box.

It read, "I've seen you looking at me in the street. I've seen you stare at my legs with a bulge in your trousers and I know what you want to do to me. Sometimes I want to be so bad and I feel I can't help myself.

I walked past a building site the other day. Two guys shouted and whistled at me from high up on the scaffold. I climbed up the ladder to them. It was hard climbing the ladder in my heels. My short skirt rode up my thighs. I reached the third level of scaffold. The two builders were fat, old and grey. They said, 'what are you doing?' I said, 'Stop shouting at women in the street and prove yourself. I want to do something very, very wrong with you both, right now.'

I held on to the scaffold and spread my legs for them. They both fucked me from behind. As they screwed me I scooped my tits out so anyone on the street would look up and see a slut being fucked. The builders had short stubby cocks and they didn't fuck long before coming. They left a lot of spunk inside me though. So much that I felt the warm jizz running down my thigh as I descended the ladder. I felt glorious. It was so wrong.

Next time I see you I will be wearing sheer nylon panties that you can see through to my cunt.

I love being called a whore. Treat me like one."

The letter wasn't signed but the last line told me it was Stephanie.

A married mother on my own street was writing pure filth to me.

I went over to Stephanie's house and knocked on the door. I said, "We need to talk."

She let me inside. She was wearing a short black skirt. She was wearing her knee-length white socks and heels.

I showed her the letter and said I knew it was her.

She said, "How dare you? Do you think I would write filth like this? I've got much better things to do with my time."

"But I..."

"And do you honestly think I would just walk onto a building site and let two random builders fuck me? Without a condom? When I'm faithfully married with a child? Do you think I would let that happen?"

"It's because of that line about being treated like a whore," I said. "I know it's something you said to Rob."

"What? Rob told you I wanted to be treated like a whore? Get out! Get out now!"

I felt foolish and confused. I couldn't understand what had just happened. I was certain that Stephanie had written the letter. I turned to leave.

Just as I got to the door Stephanie called out, "Hey."

I turned around and there was Stephanie sitting with her skirt hitched up and her legs wide apart.
She was wearing sheer nylon panties, just like she said she would in the letter. I could see her sweet, shaven, plump cunt. She was stroking her thighs.

She just sat there staring and I stared back.

"Now," she said. "Fuck off and leave."

I left. I went home and spent the afternoon wanking myself off to the thought of Stephanie's perfect pussy.

I know it wouldn't belong before she wrote again.

I love living on this street.