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10-10-2009, 03:49 AM
Old Mr Millar
By Kyng Kooba
(Interracial)
Mr Millar smiled to himself when he saw thirty year old Jenny Williamson stepping out from her rear porch. His mood had not been good that morning. For over three weeks the cities heat-wave had rolled on and Millar had been cursing it each and every day. Outside was desperately humid and inside even worse. It reminded the old man of his time in Korea were every menial task was of up-most effort. Already Millar was resigned to drinking beer in his garden and listening to his old portable radio. Yet even in the shade his clothes were soon stuck to his skin in clammy patches. Then, the shapely mom of two appeared. The lovely Jenny. Millar was pleased to see that the orange and yellow bikini his neighbour wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. Jenny’s 32dd breasts moved considerably in the small top as she came barefoot down the steps. Her lush, healthy white skin appeared well oiled with sun-cream and her hair was tied back with a bangle. A pair of retro sunglasses were lifted up on her forehead, a towel and radio in either hand.
‘Damn yeah!’ he smirked to himself. ‘Dat’s one fine white ho’. Despite his seventy six years of age the old pervert admired the younger woman greatly. Since Jenny, a recent widow, and her two young daughters had moved in six months ago, he had done everything he could to help out.
‘Hi Mr Millar’. Jenny saw the old man leering at her as usual from the yard next door. He seemed a nice, old guy but the way he always looked at her sometimes made her skin crawl. Still, with her daughters Lisa and Jenny at school this was the only time of day she had to herself. The old man grinned at her, dropping his horny eyes to her chest and discreetly sliding his hand into his pocket. Even from across the yard, Jenny couldn’t fail to notice the enormous cock pushing through his cotton pants.
‘Hi there Missy, catching some sun?’ Though she didn’t find him in any way attractive Jenny was always friendly with Millar. She reasoned it couldn’t do any harm and with money problems mounting up he was always good for a $20 here and there. The loss of her hubby Sam, not to mention all the gambling bills he had run up along the way had left her high and dry. Hardly a day were by without a bailiff or debt collector knocking on her door. The house itself was rented but practically falling down. As only one of perhaps three white families on the whole block Jenny was thankful that her place was just outside the nearby, drug fuelled ghetto. She needed all the help she could get and despite his age the old man was also great at fixing things around the house. With all the cash he’d told her he’d saved away from his war pension she had wondered why he chose to stay. Then Millar was the stubborn type and having lived in his place for forty years, wasn’t about to give it up. To Jenny, he always looked ill and part of her felt it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in some harmless flirting. After all, she never saw any family and when he croaked there was always a chance he’d leave her something in his will.
‘Hey’ she grinned. ‘Just going to sunbathe in the garden a while’. Running his tongue around his lips Millar nodded.
‘Sure thing honey’. Damn she was hot. Taking his stick he went over to his lounger and took a swig from a can of warm beer. His mouth was so dry and it tasted good. He had a pack in a cooler behind the chair and was already halfway through. Damn, he drank too much. The sight of prominent, white pussy had stirred something deep in his loins. He could feel his heart pounding, blood racing and 11” of prime, black snake swelling up in his pants. With a grin he waited a moment, put down the can and limped over to his favoured crack in the fence. His leg had been injured by a grenade in the war and still gave him trouble. Plus he didn’t breath as well as he used to either. Probably the cigarettes. Always damn short of breath and with pains in his chest. Millar squatted down gradually and levelled his eye at the hole in the wood. Luckily Jenny was already putting out her towel, bending right over and giving another great view of her tits and hourglass figure. Even after having her two kids she sure was a hot fucking bitch. Unzipping quietly he slid his long dick into his hand and started stroking. It took him a while. After a minute or so he’d stiffened up completely, exposing the bulbous head of his uncut cock as he jerked off.
Jenny flicked her sunglasses into place then rested back on her elbows. Putting the radio to her favourite station she took a deep breath. She was a trained nurse. Unfortunately the only hospital nearby was a private clinic with no part-time vacancies. As she pondered her options she heard the grunts from the old man as he beat his big dick behind the fence. He was noisy and unashamed. Part of it disgusted her but Millar’s lust was the least of her problems. Closing her eyes she popped on her headphones and dreamt of happier times.
‘Maybe the old bastard will have a heart attack’ she smiled to herself. Indeed, Millar's heart began to pound, bad for his angina but great for his dick. Faster he rubbed. White pussy, tight and wet. Mmm. He bet she was a good fucking ride. With a gasp he lurched forward, the first squirt of discoloured, white seed belching with force onto the fence and followed by two more that squirted onto the floor between his knees. He hadn’t emptied his balls for more than a week. It was a big load for sure, stringy and thick. Sighing, he looked once more at the hot mom and tucked himself away.
Two weeks later….
Jenny needed a reason to let her hair down. Her week had been terrible. First Jenny had been sick, then her car had broken down on the way to what would have been her first job interview since moving to Baltimore. It had taken almost all she had to get it fixed. She’d stopped opening what she believed to be bills and as such had found a less than polite letter from her landlord pinned to her front door. ‘Come up with $300 or your out’. What could she do? When one of her old friends had invited her out on a hen-night she’d been delighted. Sure, she couldn’t afford it but hell. It might be just what she needed. Jenny needed a man, yet it was still so soon after Sam. He’d been a bastard but hell, she still loved him. It would do her good to meet new people.
Sheila was getting married the following week and since seven o’clock a party of twelve women had been moving bar-to-bar. Thankfully her friend was picking up the tab too. Jenny wore her hair down on her shoulders with a silver, low-cut dress that fit several inches above the knee. A pair of clear, ankle strapped heels looked good with the outfit. It was one of the only nice dresses she had left and in fact the one she’d met her departed Sam in. He’d fucked her the same night and as a result Lisa had come into the world. Several of the women in the group were a little worse for wear to say the least but they were all having a good time. As the music blared and men stared, the women danced around their handbags, spilling drinks and swapping stories. Mrs Elijah from across the street had promised to look after Jenny’s girls for the night. Was she a bad mother for leaving them? A cry went up, snapping Jenny from her memory and one of the women emerged with a tray of shots. It was going to be a long night.
The next morning Sheila’s fiancée dropped Jenny off. The spare room at her friends apartment had been comfortable but her head was aching from all the booze. She remembered little aside from multiple trays of shots and brief fumble with a man whose mobile number now resided in her handbag. He’d been wearing a wedding ring. Jenny sighed sadly. Stumbling on the path she tried to get her keys from her bag and dropped them on the floor.
‘Mrs Williamson’. Jenny’s heart sank as the all too familiar voice of her Landlord came from behind her. Landlord Walter Goesch was a late 40’s, slim man with polished features and greying hair. He had a tendency to wear a suit in almost all weathers and always smelt strongly of hair grease. She turned, too tired for an argument and realised the older man had been eyeing her ass as she picked up her keys.
‘Mr Goesch’ she sighed. She knew what was coming. Her last warning on rent had been more than ten days ago. The man folded his arms. He had obviously been waiting in his car for her to arrive. His beady stare lingering on her lovely cleavage.
Millar had been up most of the morning. He didn’t sleep much anyway and had taken his morning coffee into the yard when the sound of a man’s raised voice alerted him. Taking his stick he walked over to the crack in the fence. A man in a tan suit was giving Jenny a firm dressing down. He’d seen him around a few times. Millar oddly felt a protective surge for his neighbour and cursed through his teeth.
‘Enough cash to party eh?’ Goesch sneered eyeing Jenny’s outfit. ‘But not enough to keep your children with a roof over their head’. Bowing her head she realised how it looked.
‘Just another few days’ she sighed, her gaze lingering on the floor. Goesch laughed then his face turned into a smirk. He looked around the yard slyly, handling his cock through his trouser pocket. ‘I’m not…unreasonable. Perhaps we could come to another arrangement?’ Jenny knew what he meant immediately. Licking a drop of drool away from the corner of his mouth his lurid stare lingered. It was more than she could bare. Stepping forward he placed a greasy hand on her shoulder, his fingers cold, eyes falling to her chest.
‘Dinner later….or the money you owe’ he grinned letting his touch trickle over her breast.
Goesch turned and left. As soon as she heard his car start Jenny let her handbag drop to the floor. In a moment she crumpled and put her head in her hands. Anger, shame. She couldn’t bare it. Suddenly a voice appeared in her head. ‘Pull yourself together’. Sure, she’d fuck her landlord. She’d fuck his brains out if it kept a roof over her and her girls head. Even if she’d hate herself for it.
‘Hey honey’. Mr Millar appeared on the other side of the fence. He was always an early riser and Jenny should have known he’d be around. ‘Couldn’t help but hear’. The old man grinned broadly. He had a cigarette in his mouth and casually lit it. His manner surprised her. For a moment he scratched his chin, paused for what seemed an age then gave a long drag on his smoke.
‘Listen honey….I knows you got money problems. Shit. I got’s a proposition for ya’. Jenny tilted her head. She would listen to anything.
‘I likes you honey. I likes you a lot. You gives ME sum of dat white pussy….i’ll give you $800 cash here n now’. Millar grinned when he saw the effect his offer had on the lovely woman. Her eyes widened and her face went blank in surprise.
‘Oh my’ she mouthed quietly.
‘Yep, got more money than I have call for. Sort your Landlord out. Maybe even get little Jenny n Lisa dat swing they been wanting’. Jenny stood shakily then took a little step back. This was crazy. Here she was being solicited by her seventy five year old black neighbour. It didn’t seem real. ‘Got’s me a mind to fuckin you Jenny. Be nice to see you tell that sum-bitch to stick it up his ass too’ Millar added with a laugh. It was true. The first offer that morning had just been bettered. Amazingly she felt empowered, sliding her hands up onto her hips as the decision bounced around in her head.
‘$1000’ she said giddily.
‘Ok’ Millar laughed, ‘but I gets to nut that pussy bare’.
$1000’ she repeated to herself. ‘You have the money here?’.
‘Sure. Want to see it?’ Just what had she done?
Jenny stood, amazed as the old man hobbled into his house. Moments later he reappeared a stack of fresh, clean notes in his hand. ‘$1000’ he said, lifting the latch and stepping into her garden. Her heart was pounding and her head span. ‘You know yo’ look perfect for black fuckin honey’ he replied. ‘You ever had nigga dick?’ Swallowing dryly she shook her head. ‘Good’ grinned Millar, ‘was hopin’ not’. The garden was quite enclosed. Even the gate was surrounded by overgrown hedges. It was as private as it could be.
‘There’ Millar grinned nodding to the old mattress that had been standing by the garden wall since Jenny had moved in. She’d just been waiting for opportunity to get rid of it. ‘Help me here’ he grinned and together they pulled it out onto the lawn. The old man was breathing heavily and for a moment Jenny wondered if he’d even be able to perform. ‘Now get dat fucking dress off honey’ he grinned, answering all questions.
Putting her hands up her back Jenny unzipped and slid the dress off her shoulders. The man took a step towards her, his eyes wide as her bra and panties came into view. Without much effort the dress fell down to her ankles. Stepping out of it she squeezed her hands together awkwardly. ‘One fucking hot body’ he sighed to himself, gaze roaming over her. ‘Fuck yeah’. His eyes were wild and alive. Even Jenny felt something. Maybe it was the money but she felt an energy she’d not experienced in a long time. She helped Millar take off his shirt and trousers. His leg was in bad shape, an old wound perhaps but she tried not to notice. Perhaps she needed to keep it businesslike. When she pulled down his boxers her eyes widened in shock. The old man was huge. Easily the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes on. His dick was long and thick with matted grey hair above and two solid balls beneath as big as oranges.
‘What you think of ‘dat?’ he grinned, appreciating her reaction. Jenny didn’t reply. She was so staggered.
‘It’s been a long time since…’.
‘Now lets get dat fuckin bra off you’. Without a word she stood and unclipped. Millar began to wank gently, muttering to himself before she slid the bra down her arms and let it drop to the floor. ‘Dats right, get your tits out. Lets see em’ he grinned as she pulled down her panties. He was enjoying this all right. Eyeing her naked except for her silver high heels.
Millar sat on the mattress. His huge cock pointing up in the air. Quickly he motioned for Jenny to sit by him. He was hard, breathing heavily on her arm. His breath felt sticky on her, lips cracked, dry and stained by tobacco. Gently, Jenny put her hand around the shaft and began to rub. She gained an immediate effect feeling the old cock pulsing in her palm. Millar’s lips spread into a grin as his erection maintained, standing up proudly.
‘Gonna suck me a little first?’ he smiled. Jenny nodded, got onto her knees, overcome with the event. She paused, realising how crazy this was. The man cock was not particularly clean. ‘Sorry honey but I ain’t had a bath for a while. ‘Gonna let dat get in the way of $1000 dollars?’ Closing her eyes she pushed her sweet lips down over the head, feeling the foreskin slide back. It tasted dry and salty but she pressed on, taking him down her throat. ‘Fuck fuck yeah!’ he gasped. Lovingly she sucked, milking the base of the shaft with her hand and drawing appreciative groans from her guest.
‘That’s it honey’ grinned Millar. Cupping her other hand around his considerable balls she squeezed them gently. It had been so long. Jenny had never held such a big dick. A need to punish herself took hold. She sucked it greedily, feeling the old mans hands fondling her tits. Involuntary tears welled in her eyes as she gagged once then twice. His meat seemed to throb in her mouth as she choked herself with it. Jenny felt the big balls tighten and the old man shudder in a groan of delight. His sperm flooded into the back of her mouth and was halfway down her throat before she could think. Coughing she swallowed once then twice, chugging his salty load down.
When Jenny let up long strands of saliva stretched down to Millar’s giant cock tip. Her lips felt stretched and her eyes watered from the strain. Spittle was dribbling down the dark skin. Turning onto her knees she pushed her ass out at Millar. Somehow it was changing her. A gasp erupting from her mouth as his rough finger penetrated her pussy. Gently he pushed to the knuckle, withdrew and forced back again. A second finger followed. Gasping in pleasure she dropped her face to the mattress. Millar was on his knees now. A firm hand controlling her hip as he flicked her crack with the head of his monstrous dick. Her whole body felt pulsed, then she felt him push at her lips. Once, twice making her whince. Then a strong third attempt saw her pussy spread to take him.
‘Oh my god!’ Jenny gasped clutching the raw material beneath her. A grin spread over Millar’s face as inch by inch he forced himself up inside her.
‘Damn you tight baby’ he smiled. Despite two kids she was certainly that.
Drawing back Millar admired the wet juice of the woman’s pussy covering his dark skin. Firmly he rammed forward, a matching pain in his chest awoke but it felt so good. With a grunt he thrust again. In moments Jenny was giving up wails of desperation as he fucked her. He felt the power. Fucking a white mom in her own yard. Her pussy juice running down his shaft.
‘Don’t stop…don’t stop’ she gasped as he thrust against her. His balls slapped firmly against her body. Then with a long, desperate wail she came. The pleasure couldn’t be described. Jenny was close to crying with it. When his dick slid free she turned onto her back, legs spread. Now able to look up at her lover. Millar pressed one leg back and gently pressed his cock against her pussy. She swallowed him up and gasping he started fucking with short strokes. He was going to come.
Jenny’s mouth hung open. She felt the heavy balls meeting against her, the cock head ramming up inside her belly. She had never felt so filled. Raising himself up onto his arms the old man gasped.
‘Gonna shoot ma load’ he whimpered.
‘Oh god com inside me’ Jenny heard herself wail. He thrust finally and felt his jizm surging up his shaft towards Jenny’s welcoming pussy. Several seconds past before he withdrew, happy to have deposited all his seed.
That afternoon.
Goesch walked up the path in his suit. He had been looking for a excuse to nail Jenny Williamson for weeks. Now was his chance. She wouldn’t be dumb enough to refuse him. Opening the garden gate he was confronted by a content looking woman hanging washing.
‘You don’t look ready for a date my dear’ he sighed angrily. ‘I thought we had an agreement’. Jenny paused a smile on her face. With one had she pulled out $400.
‘That’s a start’ she said. Goesch was gob-smacked. His face priceless. She watched him stumbled out into his car bewildered. Millar had watched it all and winked at her over the fence. His seed was running down her inside thigh but it felt proper. She returned her old lovers smile.
end
By Kyng Kooba
(Interracial)
Mr Millar smiled to himself when he saw thirty year old Jenny Williamson stepping out from her rear porch. His mood had not been good that morning. For over three weeks the cities heat-wave had rolled on and Millar had been cursing it each and every day. Outside was desperately humid and inside even worse. It reminded the old man of his time in Korea were every menial task was of up-most effort. Already Millar was resigned to drinking beer in his garden and listening to his old portable radio. Yet even in the shade his clothes were soon stuck to his skin in clammy patches. Then, the shapely mom of two appeared. The lovely Jenny. Millar was pleased to see that the orange and yellow bikini his neighbour wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. Jenny’s 32dd breasts moved considerably in the small top as she came barefoot down the steps. Her lush, healthy white skin appeared well oiled with sun-cream and her hair was tied back with a bangle. A pair of retro sunglasses were lifted up on her forehead, a towel and radio in either hand.
‘Damn yeah!’ he smirked to himself. ‘Dat’s one fine white ho’. Despite his seventy six years of age the old pervert admired the younger woman greatly. Since Jenny, a recent widow, and her two young daughters had moved in six months ago, he had done everything he could to help out.
‘Hi Mr Millar’. Jenny saw the old man leering at her as usual from the yard next door. He seemed a nice, old guy but the way he always looked at her sometimes made her skin crawl. Still, with her daughters Lisa and Jenny at school this was the only time of day she had to herself. The old man grinned at her, dropping his horny eyes to her chest and discreetly sliding his hand into his pocket. Even from across the yard, Jenny couldn’t fail to notice the enormous cock pushing through his cotton pants.
‘Hi there Missy, catching some sun?’ Though she didn’t find him in any way attractive Jenny was always friendly with Millar. She reasoned it couldn’t do any harm and with money problems mounting up he was always good for a $20 here and there. The loss of her hubby Sam, not to mention all the gambling bills he had run up along the way had left her high and dry. Hardly a day were by without a bailiff or debt collector knocking on her door. The house itself was rented but practically falling down. As only one of perhaps three white families on the whole block Jenny was thankful that her place was just outside the nearby, drug fuelled ghetto. She needed all the help she could get and despite his age the old man was also great at fixing things around the house. With all the cash he’d told her he’d saved away from his war pension she had wondered why he chose to stay. Then Millar was the stubborn type and having lived in his place for forty years, wasn’t about to give it up. To Jenny, he always looked ill and part of her felt it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in some harmless flirting. After all, she never saw any family and when he croaked there was always a chance he’d leave her something in his will.
‘Hey’ she grinned. ‘Just going to sunbathe in the garden a while’. Running his tongue around his lips Millar nodded.
‘Sure thing honey’. Damn she was hot. Taking his stick he went over to his lounger and took a swig from a can of warm beer. His mouth was so dry and it tasted good. He had a pack in a cooler behind the chair and was already halfway through. Damn, he drank too much. The sight of prominent, white pussy had stirred something deep in his loins. He could feel his heart pounding, blood racing and 11” of prime, black snake swelling up in his pants. With a grin he waited a moment, put down the can and limped over to his favoured crack in the fence. His leg had been injured by a grenade in the war and still gave him trouble. Plus he didn’t breath as well as he used to either. Probably the cigarettes. Always damn short of breath and with pains in his chest. Millar squatted down gradually and levelled his eye at the hole in the wood. Luckily Jenny was already putting out her towel, bending right over and giving another great view of her tits and hourglass figure. Even after having her two kids she sure was a hot fucking bitch. Unzipping quietly he slid his long dick into his hand and started stroking. It took him a while. After a minute or so he’d stiffened up completely, exposing the bulbous head of his uncut cock as he jerked off.
Jenny flicked her sunglasses into place then rested back on her elbows. Putting the radio to her favourite station she took a deep breath. She was a trained nurse. Unfortunately the only hospital nearby was a private clinic with no part-time vacancies. As she pondered her options she heard the grunts from the old man as he beat his big dick behind the fence. He was noisy and unashamed. Part of it disgusted her but Millar’s lust was the least of her problems. Closing her eyes she popped on her headphones and dreamt of happier times.
‘Maybe the old bastard will have a heart attack’ she smiled to herself. Indeed, Millar's heart began to pound, bad for his angina but great for his dick. Faster he rubbed. White pussy, tight and wet. Mmm. He bet she was a good fucking ride. With a gasp he lurched forward, the first squirt of discoloured, white seed belching with force onto the fence and followed by two more that squirted onto the floor between his knees. He hadn’t emptied his balls for more than a week. It was a big load for sure, stringy and thick. Sighing, he looked once more at the hot mom and tucked himself away.
Two weeks later….
Jenny needed a reason to let her hair down. Her week had been terrible. First Jenny had been sick, then her car had broken down on the way to what would have been her first job interview since moving to Baltimore. It had taken almost all she had to get it fixed. She’d stopped opening what she believed to be bills and as such had found a less than polite letter from her landlord pinned to her front door. ‘Come up with $300 or your out’. What could she do? When one of her old friends had invited her out on a hen-night she’d been delighted. Sure, she couldn’t afford it but hell. It might be just what she needed. Jenny needed a man, yet it was still so soon after Sam. He’d been a bastard but hell, she still loved him. It would do her good to meet new people.
Sheila was getting married the following week and since seven o’clock a party of twelve women had been moving bar-to-bar. Thankfully her friend was picking up the tab too. Jenny wore her hair down on her shoulders with a silver, low-cut dress that fit several inches above the knee. A pair of clear, ankle strapped heels looked good with the outfit. It was one of the only nice dresses she had left and in fact the one she’d met her departed Sam in. He’d fucked her the same night and as a result Lisa had come into the world. Several of the women in the group were a little worse for wear to say the least but they were all having a good time. As the music blared and men stared, the women danced around their handbags, spilling drinks and swapping stories. Mrs Elijah from across the street had promised to look after Jenny’s girls for the night. Was she a bad mother for leaving them? A cry went up, snapping Jenny from her memory and one of the women emerged with a tray of shots. It was going to be a long night.
The next morning Sheila’s fiancée dropped Jenny off. The spare room at her friends apartment had been comfortable but her head was aching from all the booze. She remembered little aside from multiple trays of shots and brief fumble with a man whose mobile number now resided in her handbag. He’d been wearing a wedding ring. Jenny sighed sadly. Stumbling on the path she tried to get her keys from her bag and dropped them on the floor.
‘Mrs Williamson’. Jenny’s heart sank as the all too familiar voice of her Landlord came from behind her. Landlord Walter Goesch was a late 40’s, slim man with polished features and greying hair. He had a tendency to wear a suit in almost all weathers and always smelt strongly of hair grease. She turned, too tired for an argument and realised the older man had been eyeing her ass as she picked up her keys.
‘Mr Goesch’ she sighed. She knew what was coming. Her last warning on rent had been more than ten days ago. The man folded his arms. He had obviously been waiting in his car for her to arrive. His beady stare lingering on her lovely cleavage.
Millar had been up most of the morning. He didn’t sleep much anyway and had taken his morning coffee into the yard when the sound of a man’s raised voice alerted him. Taking his stick he walked over to the crack in the fence. A man in a tan suit was giving Jenny a firm dressing down. He’d seen him around a few times. Millar oddly felt a protective surge for his neighbour and cursed through his teeth.
‘Enough cash to party eh?’ Goesch sneered eyeing Jenny’s outfit. ‘But not enough to keep your children with a roof over their head’. Bowing her head she realised how it looked.
‘Just another few days’ she sighed, her gaze lingering on the floor. Goesch laughed then his face turned into a smirk. He looked around the yard slyly, handling his cock through his trouser pocket. ‘I’m not…unreasonable. Perhaps we could come to another arrangement?’ Jenny knew what he meant immediately. Licking a drop of drool away from the corner of his mouth his lurid stare lingered. It was more than she could bare. Stepping forward he placed a greasy hand on her shoulder, his fingers cold, eyes falling to her chest.
‘Dinner later….or the money you owe’ he grinned letting his touch trickle over her breast.
Goesch turned and left. As soon as she heard his car start Jenny let her handbag drop to the floor. In a moment she crumpled and put her head in her hands. Anger, shame. She couldn’t bare it. Suddenly a voice appeared in her head. ‘Pull yourself together’. Sure, she’d fuck her landlord. She’d fuck his brains out if it kept a roof over her and her girls head. Even if she’d hate herself for it.
‘Hey honey’. Mr Millar appeared on the other side of the fence. He was always an early riser and Jenny should have known he’d be around. ‘Couldn’t help but hear’. The old man grinned broadly. He had a cigarette in his mouth and casually lit it. His manner surprised her. For a moment he scratched his chin, paused for what seemed an age then gave a long drag on his smoke.
‘Listen honey….I knows you got money problems. Shit. I got’s a proposition for ya’. Jenny tilted her head. She would listen to anything.
‘I likes you honey. I likes you a lot. You gives ME sum of dat white pussy….i’ll give you $800 cash here n now’. Millar grinned when he saw the effect his offer had on the lovely woman. Her eyes widened and her face went blank in surprise.
‘Oh my’ she mouthed quietly.
‘Yep, got more money than I have call for. Sort your Landlord out. Maybe even get little Jenny n Lisa dat swing they been wanting’. Jenny stood shakily then took a little step back. This was crazy. Here she was being solicited by her seventy five year old black neighbour. It didn’t seem real. ‘Got’s me a mind to fuckin you Jenny. Be nice to see you tell that sum-bitch to stick it up his ass too’ Millar added with a laugh. It was true. The first offer that morning had just been bettered. Amazingly she felt empowered, sliding her hands up onto her hips as the decision bounced around in her head.
‘$1000’ she said giddily.
‘Ok’ Millar laughed, ‘but I gets to nut that pussy bare’.
$1000’ she repeated to herself. ‘You have the money here?’.
‘Sure. Want to see it?’ Just what had she done?
Jenny stood, amazed as the old man hobbled into his house. Moments later he reappeared a stack of fresh, clean notes in his hand. ‘$1000’ he said, lifting the latch and stepping into her garden. Her heart was pounding and her head span. ‘You know yo’ look perfect for black fuckin honey’ he replied. ‘You ever had nigga dick?’ Swallowing dryly she shook her head. ‘Good’ grinned Millar, ‘was hopin’ not’. The garden was quite enclosed. Even the gate was surrounded by overgrown hedges. It was as private as it could be.
‘There’ Millar grinned nodding to the old mattress that had been standing by the garden wall since Jenny had moved in. She’d just been waiting for opportunity to get rid of it. ‘Help me here’ he grinned and together they pulled it out onto the lawn. The old man was breathing heavily and for a moment Jenny wondered if he’d even be able to perform. ‘Now get dat fucking dress off honey’ he grinned, answering all questions.
Putting her hands up her back Jenny unzipped and slid the dress off her shoulders. The man took a step towards her, his eyes wide as her bra and panties came into view. Without much effort the dress fell down to her ankles. Stepping out of it she squeezed her hands together awkwardly. ‘One fucking hot body’ he sighed to himself, gaze roaming over her. ‘Fuck yeah’. His eyes were wild and alive. Even Jenny felt something. Maybe it was the money but she felt an energy she’d not experienced in a long time. She helped Millar take off his shirt and trousers. His leg was in bad shape, an old wound perhaps but she tried not to notice. Perhaps she needed to keep it businesslike. When she pulled down his boxers her eyes widened in shock. The old man was huge. Easily the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes on. His dick was long and thick with matted grey hair above and two solid balls beneath as big as oranges.
‘What you think of ‘dat?’ he grinned, appreciating her reaction. Jenny didn’t reply. She was so staggered.
‘It’s been a long time since…’.
‘Now lets get dat fuckin bra off you’. Without a word she stood and unclipped. Millar began to wank gently, muttering to himself before she slid the bra down her arms and let it drop to the floor. ‘Dats right, get your tits out. Lets see em’ he grinned as she pulled down her panties. He was enjoying this all right. Eyeing her naked except for her silver high heels.
Millar sat on the mattress. His huge cock pointing up in the air. Quickly he motioned for Jenny to sit by him. He was hard, breathing heavily on her arm. His breath felt sticky on her, lips cracked, dry and stained by tobacco. Gently, Jenny put her hand around the shaft and began to rub. She gained an immediate effect feeling the old cock pulsing in her palm. Millar’s lips spread into a grin as his erection maintained, standing up proudly.
‘Gonna suck me a little first?’ he smiled. Jenny nodded, got onto her knees, overcome with the event. She paused, realising how crazy this was. The man cock was not particularly clean. ‘Sorry honey but I ain’t had a bath for a while. ‘Gonna let dat get in the way of $1000 dollars?’ Closing her eyes she pushed her sweet lips down over the head, feeling the foreskin slide back. It tasted dry and salty but she pressed on, taking him down her throat. ‘Fuck fuck yeah!’ he gasped. Lovingly she sucked, milking the base of the shaft with her hand and drawing appreciative groans from her guest.
‘That’s it honey’ grinned Millar. Cupping her other hand around his considerable balls she squeezed them gently. It had been so long. Jenny had never held such a big dick. A need to punish herself took hold. She sucked it greedily, feeling the old mans hands fondling her tits. Involuntary tears welled in her eyes as she gagged once then twice. His meat seemed to throb in her mouth as she choked herself with it. Jenny felt the big balls tighten and the old man shudder in a groan of delight. His sperm flooded into the back of her mouth and was halfway down her throat before she could think. Coughing she swallowed once then twice, chugging his salty load down.
When Jenny let up long strands of saliva stretched down to Millar’s giant cock tip. Her lips felt stretched and her eyes watered from the strain. Spittle was dribbling down the dark skin. Turning onto her knees she pushed her ass out at Millar. Somehow it was changing her. A gasp erupting from her mouth as his rough finger penetrated her pussy. Gently he pushed to the knuckle, withdrew and forced back again. A second finger followed. Gasping in pleasure she dropped her face to the mattress. Millar was on his knees now. A firm hand controlling her hip as he flicked her crack with the head of his monstrous dick. Her whole body felt pulsed, then she felt him push at her lips. Once, twice making her whince. Then a strong third attempt saw her pussy spread to take him.
‘Oh my god!’ Jenny gasped clutching the raw material beneath her. A grin spread over Millar’s face as inch by inch he forced himself up inside her.
‘Damn you tight baby’ he smiled. Despite two kids she was certainly that.
Drawing back Millar admired the wet juice of the woman’s pussy covering his dark skin. Firmly he rammed forward, a matching pain in his chest awoke but it felt so good. With a grunt he thrust again. In moments Jenny was giving up wails of desperation as he fucked her. He felt the power. Fucking a white mom in her own yard. Her pussy juice running down his shaft.
‘Don’t stop…don’t stop’ she gasped as he thrust against her. His balls slapped firmly against her body. Then with a long, desperate wail she came. The pleasure couldn’t be described. Jenny was close to crying with it. When his dick slid free she turned onto her back, legs spread. Now able to look up at her lover. Millar pressed one leg back and gently pressed his cock against her pussy. She swallowed him up and gasping he started fucking with short strokes. He was going to come.
Jenny’s mouth hung open. She felt the heavy balls meeting against her, the cock head ramming up inside her belly. She had never felt so filled. Raising himself up onto his arms the old man gasped.
‘Gonna shoot ma load’ he whimpered.
‘Oh god com inside me’ Jenny heard herself wail. He thrust finally and felt his jizm surging up his shaft towards Jenny’s welcoming pussy. Several seconds past before he withdrew, happy to have deposited all his seed.
That afternoon.
Goesch walked up the path in his suit. He had been looking for a excuse to nail Jenny Williamson for weeks. Now was his chance. She wouldn’t be dumb enough to refuse him. Opening the garden gate he was confronted by a content looking woman hanging washing.
‘You don’t look ready for a date my dear’ he sighed angrily. ‘I thought we had an agreement’. Jenny paused a smile on her face. With one had she pulled out $400.
‘That’s a start’ she said. Goesch was gob-smacked. His face priceless. She watched him stumbled out into his car bewildered. Millar had watched it all and winked at her over the fence. His seed was running down her inside thigh but it felt proper. She returned her old lovers smile.
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