Chapter 6
It took Ella and George quite a while to clean and dry the mattress and bedding. Then Ella made a meal of eggs and bacon, and tea. They decided that Ella would give up her room, and would move into George's flat next morning. They also decided to postpone further sexual activity of an extreme kind until they had bought some oil clothes to put on the bed the next day.
George learned that Ella was workingwhen she was working-as a model and occasionally as a film extra.
Ella learned that George contributed articles to the popular magazines on Psychology, Health Cures and Nudism.
Both of them were voracious readers of a certain kind of literature, and both were extremely keen on photography of a certain kind and. Both of them were completely anti-social.
"If I hadn't been a masochist by nature", said George, "I should never stop in England. But it amuses me to have my teeth constantly set on edge by it's vulgarities, banalities and assininities.
Ella laughed. "I think we're going to have some .fun round the English pubs, you and I" she said.
They found some whiskey in a bottle, drank it, washing it down with tea, and went to bed.
Next morning Ella moved her things over, and after that she sat about cleaning the flat up.
The flat consisted of one main room, and another, equally large, in which there was a gas stove. George hardle ever used this room, except to pigs in an enamel jug which he then emptied down the sink.
The bathroom was on the floor below, and was communal.
The main room wasn't too bad. The bedding, on the whole, was not too fusty, the curtains were not too blacky and the carpet, though black with dust and dirt, still revealed some of the original design. Round the walls, and in heaps on the floor, there were books on sex, and various curious objects and photographs.
Ella sat about the task of spring-cleaning vigorously, George assisted in an amused way, and the work slowly progressed. By six in the evening, the flat was looking very clean and cosy. They lighted the fire, and then went down fo a bath.
The ancient geyser gave out surprisingly hot water.
They undressed end sat on the edge of the bath while the water was running.
"If you put your prick under the hot water," said Ella, "does it make you come?"
"Yes," replied George, "but the water has got to be really hot. And after I've come I discover that I've practically boiled my cocknot to mention my balls. "Have you tried it?"
"Yes," laughed Ella. "With much about the same result." They now got into the bath one at each end, their knees drawn up, their legs apart, and regarded each other's parts with unconcealed interest.
"I think the human cock is wrongly constructed," said George. For a start off, it should have two claws at each side of it, so that they could tear a cunt wide open before the cock slid in."
Ella stretched out one leg, and grasped George's cock between two toes. She stretched out the leg, and pressed his balls right back against his behind.
"Try and not tear it right off this time," said George. George produced from toiletcase he'd put on the side of the bath, a short piece of rubber hosing with a long pointed end. He fitted the upper part over the hot water jet, and turned the geser on again. A thin concentrated stream of very hot water poured out of the end of the pipe which George now directed a Ella's nipples in turn.
"You bastard, you're scalding me," said Ella.
"Tit for tat," said George, "you've practically torn my balls off, you bitch."
There was a noise outside the door. "Is there anybody in there?" said a female voice. Cilia judged its owner to be about fifty.
"No," said George, it's only the water dripping. Come in."
The door opened, and a grubby old woman of not far short of sixty came in. She leered lasciviously at George's erection, and passed a dirty claw over Ella's hardened nipples.
"I'm glad he's found himself a nice girl to keep him company," she said. "You've no idea what a nuisance he is sometimes."
"She's staying with me permanently," said George.
"Glad to hear it," said the newcomer. There was another noise outside the door.
"That's me hubby," said the old crone. "Come in, Bill." Bill, a red-nosed human wreck of about 65, shuffled into the bathroom...
"George got himself another piece, I see," he wheezed.
"This is my husband, Bill," said the old woman.
"Pleased to meet you", said Ella. With her toes she was slowly working George's cock up and down.
Ella held out her hand. The old man came forward to grasp it, peering greedily at Ella's parts in the meantime. Quick as lightning, Ella's hand gripped his trousers, and tore them off.
"Here," said the old woman, "you tore off all his buttons.
"I wanted to see his prick," said Ella, peaceably. "After all, as far as I can gather there don't seem to be any secrets in this house.
The old man's wizened liittle cock was making quite determined efforts to stand up. Ella seized it and pulled back the foreskin.
"Why, you dirty old bastard," she cried in disgust, "you haven't washed under your foreskin for about a year... Look at the muck there. It's almost turning to gangrene."
That's just a smear of the old cheese," said the old man loonily.
Ella turned to the old woman. "You bloody well, wash it off for him under the skin," she said. "It stinks."
The old woman, rather grudgingly, but unable to dispute the logic of Ella's remarks, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed hold of her husband's dirty member, and dragged him over to the sink. She seized a rough scrubbing-brush and a big tablet of carbolic soap."
"Here," said the old man, "what the hell do you think I am? The kitchen floor."
"Shut your got, you dirty old pole-cat," rapped out the old woman. "The young lady's right. You're not fit to be seen in public, you ain't." She began scrubbing vigorously.
While she was doing this, she leaned over her shoulder and addressed Ella. "I wouldn't mind tickling your fanny, while you toss off with your foot," she said lasciviously.
"Before I can even entertain such a suggestion," said Ella, "you'll have to take your clothes off, so that I can at least see who I'm dealing with."
"I don't mind at all, dear," said the old woman primly. "At least you won't find any stale cheese in my fanny." She tugged viciously at the old man's cock as she scrubbed it all round. "You perishing shinker," she said, "if that's the state you've let your foreskin get into, I'm just wondering what your arsehole's like. I bet there's about ten years of shit on it."
"Oh, come on, ma," protested the old man, don't be so bloody sharp with your tongue in front of other people. I'm your husband, ain't I-for bad or worse as the service says, and you shouldn't be trying to destroy my dignity before strangers, like."
"I'm going to have a look at your arsehole," thundered the old woman. The old man let down his trousers and turned round.
"Thought as much," said the old woman. You'd think we never spent any money on lavatory paper in this house. Angrily she set to work again with the scrubbing brush. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," said George... A stout elderly man man entered the bathroom.
"Ella," said George, "this is Mr. Hicks, the landlord."
"Pleased to meet you," said Ella. "Take your trousers off if you want to, and join the fun."
Mr. Hicks leered at Ella. "Don't mind if I do," he said. In no time at all he was in the nude. His pubic hair, surprisingly, considering the black hair on his head, was ginger. Under his vast paunch there was quite a presentable cock, and the balls were very large for a man of his age. There was a loud knock on the door.
"Anybody in there?" asked a young female voice.
"No, George called out, it's just the water dripping."
A young flashy girl now entered the bathroom.
"Goodness," she said. "What's going onf
Mr. Hicks, whosee fat cock was now standing up, grabbed hold of her, and pointed down at his member. "This is what's going on," he said. "And" you're the one who's going to bring it back to normal size. So get your clothes off, and be smart about it."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" said the girl.
"You," said Mr. Hicks. "And don't you be forgetting that you owe me three weeks' rent."
"Oh, all right," said the girl petulantly, and she began to take off her clothes. The old woman, having finished her husband's toilet, had also undressed. "Any body present," she said, "can have a close sniff at my fanny, and they won't small anything except soap and lavender. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, my old woman used to say to me, and I've never forgotten it. Not like some of these young ones "-she added darkly-" whose fannies could be full of maggots for all the washing they ever do."
"Are you referring to me by any chance?" said the girl, who had also got undressed by now. "Here, you, she said to Mr. Hicks, you have a sniff at my cunt and tell the old fool if you can snell anything."
Mr. Hicks bent down. "No, nothing," he said. He did not get up after this, but buried his face in the girl's thick pubic hair and soft thighs. The girls expression softened to a smile. "But I'm not going to do it on the floor," she said.
"We'll he out of the bath in a minute," said Ella. "You can get in then."
"I want to tickle your fanny, dear," said the old woman, "while you're tossing him off with your foot." Her hand reached out and began stroking Ella's cunt greedily.
"What about me?" demanded the old man. "Where do I come in?"
"You can watch, and think yourself lucky to be allowed to mix in decent company," snapped the old woman. There was a knock on the door.
"Whis it?" shouted the old woman.
"Gas meters, mum," came the hoarse goodnatured reply.
"I suppose you'd better come in," said the old woman. A thick-set youngish man came into the bathroom, carrying a leather bag. "Now the," he said briskly hole "there's the old in the slot here?"
"He hasn't even noticed anything unusual" remarked Ella.
"No, mum," replied the man, had my balls shot off in the last war. So it's all the same to me. All I've got is a tube for. pissing with, and that's as far as it goes."
"Go on," said the old woman. "I'd love to have a look."
"Cost you a (packet of fags, that will," said the gas-man good-naturedly.
"It's a deal," said the old woman. I'll give the to you later. I've got them downstairs."
"All right," said the gas-man. He took off his and pants and revealed a vast limp cock which must have been at least two feet long, and a good three inches thick.
"What a beauty!" exclaimed all the women in unison.
"Wasnt like that after the war," explained the man, "But you see the missus can't bear to do without it, and every time she has a few drinks, she thinks she'll make it stand, balls or no balls. And once she starts rubbing it, she goes on for hours. Me, I just go to sleep and let her get on with it. Sometimes I wakes up in the moning and she's still at it. And that's been going on about ten years now, so the old cock's got sort of stretched out a bit, if you get what I mean."
"What a shame," said the girl whose cunt was being licked noisily by Mr. Hicks.
"Coudn't you put some liquid cement on it, or something?"
"And what good would that do me?" replied gas-man, as he bent over the meter, his vast limp useless cock trailing on the floor.
"From my point of view," said the old woman, "I wouldn't mind a cock of that size being seen around the place permanently, even if it couldn't do anything. It's pretty enough, just as decoration. A lot prettier than flowers, I'd say."
The girl whose cunt Mr. Hicks was sucking pulled him gently away. "You'd better fuck me now," she said. "I've got the urge." Mr. Hicks grabbed the girl, and did as he was invited. Ella reached over the bath, and caught his balls from behind... he foot began to massage George's cock vigorously. The old woman scratched away away at Ella's cunt. George let the water out of the bath, and let the stream of hot water play over Ella's cunt and the old woman's hand. The old woman had in the meantime seized the gas-man's cock and crammed as much of it as she could manage into her mouth, and stuck a finger into his behind. "Another packet of fags, if you lick my fanny," she said.
"Done," said the good-natured gas-man.
He and the old woman re-arranged themselves accordingly.
"What about me?" said the old man. "Where do I come in?"
"You can go round with a cloth and mop up the spunk," said the old woman. Almost crying with frustration, the old man sat down on the floor and began to toss himself off.
The first to finish were Mr. Hicks and the girl. Then George's spunk shot high into the air and settled on the bathroom wall, and almost immediately Ella's squirming orgasm followed.
Little by little the party sorted themselves out, dried and washed themselves, according to their needs, and began to get dressed. On the floor, oblivious to everybody, then old man was still tossing himself off. The old woman eyed him with contempt. "See you next Thursday," she said. Everybody laughed, and the old man gave up the attempt.
"Well," said Ella, as they were going upstairs again, after hand-shakes all round, "it was nice to meet the neighbours. At least they're not stand-offish here."
They stoked up the fire, and went out. On the way they had a meal of fish and chips, and at seven-thirty they were at the pub, where the Major and his companion were already waiting. Very soon the rest of the company arrived (Elsie looking a trifle pale), and as on the previous night they made themselves comfortable round the big table by the fire, and discussed general topics during the first two or three rounds of drinks. Then George got up, rapped the table, and said to the Major's elegant companion. "Madam, I have the pleasure of calling on you for out next revelation of an interesting sexual episode."
Self-possessed, the lady smiled all round, took a small sip of whiskey^ and quietly and modestly began her story.