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Susan Brown silently nodded to her friend Gillian Crane, before walking across the road to number twenty five. The home of Gillian’s parents. The front door of the semi-detached house was open, so she walked straight in, closed the door noisily behind her and waited a few seconds.
“Hello, is that you Gillian, be a dear and wank me right off, will you? Oh! Who are you?”
“Hello Mr Milburn, I’m Gillian’s friend, Susan, Susan Brown. I can wank you off if you like?”
“Mmm, I don’t know, you might not do it right, Gillian knows exactly how I like it.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me how you like to be wanked, I’m very adaptable, I’ve wanked off loads of cocks.” Susan lied, she had only ever had such an experience with Michael, Ian, once with Paul Dodds, and a couple of times at school.
“Oh well dear, if you put it like dear, are you right or left handed? Denis Milburn asked as he started to loosen his trousers.
“I’m right handed, I can talk really dirty if you want, what would you like me to call you Mr Milburn, or Denis?”
Seventy-four year old Denis Milburn, pulled his trousers and white Y-fronts down to his knees. This exposed his genitalia to Susan’s gaze.
Of Christ, look at that, that is truly disgusting! If Michael looks like that at that age, he’s history!
Susan tried very hard not to look as disgusted as she felt. It wasn’t just his long, thin, dangling flaccid penis, or the stretched ugly testicles. But the untidy greying pubic hair and thin legs, combined, they all came to UCK!
“If you’re right handed, wank me off with your left hand, and if you’re filthy mouthed, call me daddy!”
Oh fuck, why did I offer to do this? Right toughen up Susan, if you’re going to be Suzy the Libertine, you’re going to have to take the rough with the smooth! Although right now, I’d rather have nettles stuffed up my hole!
Susan dropped to her white stocking clad knees, in front of the truly disgusting sight.
“Yummy, yummy daddy.”
“No dear, I can’t do it standing up, not any longer, wait till I sit down. There, that’s better, right dear, you can wank me, wank me right off”
“Yes daddy, I’ll wank you’re big cock right off!”
Susan began massaging his ugly, unattractive penis in her hand rubbing it up and down.
“That’s good, you’re a good girl, not like that mother of yours, oh, harder.”
“Mummy’s a slag daddy, a fucking slag, she’d rather fuck with black men than fuck..”
His penis became harder, less floppy, but still bone dry.
“Yes, your mummy’s a whore, a slag, but you’re a good girl, good girl!”
Denis Milburn’s cock head was so dry, Susan was finding it difficult to keep wanking him, so she paused briefly and popped his cock into her mouth, licking around the head with her tongue.
“Oh dear! You’re giving me a tart’s wank, oh nice, I like that!”
The penis was so dry that it actually tasted different from other cocks that she had sucked, what a pleasant change! She thought before popping it out of her mouth and rubbing it again.
“Yes, I’m daddy’s little tart wanker, and sucker and fuck me daddy, take my holes one by one…”
As Susan spoke, and rubbed the elderly cock, it became harder, firmer, more erect cock like, but still not hard enough to penetrate a woman’s hole. She kept squeezing and rubbing now along its full seven inch length, a drop of fluid appeared from the tip, Susan looked up at him, he looked down at her, she blew a kiss. “Fuck me daddy, fuck you’re little girl.” She murmured over and over again. As the elderly man continued to look impassively down, now with a self satisfied, determined expression. “Fuck me daddy, fuck my holes, fuck of of my holes, daddy fuck…”
“Good girl, good girl, get a hanky, oh, good girl, good girl…”
“I’ll take it in my mouth daddy, I’ll swallow my daddy’s spunk, daddy!”
“WHAT! Oh, god!”
Susan opened her mouth wide and still wanking his cock, pointed it towards her open waiting mouth, then she stared straight into his eyes.
“Oh, oh, good girl, good girl, good, ahhhhhh!”
A hot jet shot onto Susan’s waiting tongue, she slowed down her wanking and closed her lips around Denis Milburn’s ejaculating knob, and began to suck, hard! His penis immediately went limp, but Susan continued sucking and wanking, until. “
“Enough girl, enough!”
Susan unceremoniously spat the flaccid penis out of her mouth and stood up.
“If you see Gillian Mister Milburn, tell her that I’m looking for her, oh, and make sure that you tell her that I gobbled you!”
Susan turned around and walked out of the front door, where on the garden path waiting for her, was Gillian Crane, formerly Miss Gillian Milburn.
“Well?” She asked.
“Fuckin awful, bleeding morose, a lesser person would have been physically sick at one point.”
“Good, I’m glad that you enjoyed it. My mum’s across in our house, she’s having a cup of tea in the kitchen.”
Susan Brown nodded and kissed her companion, before both women walked back across the little suburban street towards number twenty two, Gillian’s larger detached house. As they walked, neither women noticed that the front bedroom net curtain of the tidy little bungalow at number seventeen began almost uncontrollably twitching.
It was twitching uncontrollably because standing on the other side of the curtain was the almost naked statuesque figure of Miss Betty Bell, naked save for a single extra long blue stocking and solitary red garter.
As she stood there, all five foot eight inches of her, net curtain in one hand, a black Sobrane ‘cocktail’ cigarette dangling sensuously from her luscious heavily lipsticked lips, her other hand spread out across her perfectly smooth and hairless mons venus, something which permitted her long elegant middle finger to frantically rub, tease and annoy her already tortured clitoris. She was tottering, straining, struggling, to stop herself from falling off of her ridiculously high heeled Malibu slippers.
Betty Bell, her stage name, her real name Anne Eva Elizabeth Dennis, was reduced to frigging herself because lying on the bed behind her. Lay the naked body of a black man, he was forty five years her junior, but he lay on Betty’s single spinster bed totally exhausted, sweat slipping over his jet black skin, he was panting for breath, his once hard, strong, proud eleven inches of manhood reduced to a shrivelling pathetic tube, <<un petit tuyau pour pissat>>, as Betty’s former friends, customers and clients from the Pigalle might say!
Then, before they entered number twenty two, Susan and Gillian spontaneously stopped, they held hands, they gazed into each other’s eyes and slowly kissed, as only lovers or libertines can kiss.
“I think that somebody’s watching us from that little bungalow?” Susan almost whispered, Gillian nodded before replying.
“Vera Lynn, I don’t know her real name, but I call her Vera Lynn, looks like her, about the same age. Pathetic little old spinster.”
Susan nodded, and they walked on.
“That juicy little redhead’s a real piece of fuck meat.” Betty murmured through her cigarette clenching lips, as Sobrane ash sprinkled itself over breasts once described by Harrison Marks, photographer and would-be pornographer as, “Certainly not insignificant Darling!”
Behind her in the sad dim bedroom lying as he was, like a heap of discarded humanity upon the bed, was Leroy Mitchell. His body physically and emotionally exhausted, His mind on the edge of a nervous breakdown, anyone would confer that his penis was deceased. Yet only weeks before he had indeed been the undisputed cock of the walk in all of Beckton, East London. A place where he could receive offers of desire and lust, some of them even from women, simply by walking into the ASDA Supermarket!
Leroy had been lured north of the District Line by tales of desperate, totally desperate and depraved northern women, all urgently in need of his eleven inches of heaven.
Things hadn't quite worked out like that, his first conquest, a fifty one year old thrice married, unattractive brunette, had welcomed him with the words. “I haven't got a single hormone left in my body.” Before lifting the hem of her skirt to exhibit her black stocking tops and decent white suspenders. Things went downhill from there!
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