Skankford Social Club

Every area has a tight-knit social circle built around a certain hobby, as banal and uninteresting it might be. A place where intrigue, little grudges and grand politics abound. Sometimes the hobby is knitting, sometimes it is baking. In Skankford, an otherwise bland and uninteresting small town, this hobby had a rather unusual character: orally pleasuring the male genitals. In short, the local moms and wives loved to suck cock.

Skankford had always had a rather "loose" reputation. The locals were raised with a particularly liberal interpretation of social mores and even the occasional recent arrivals were converted to the local customs rather quickly. Some say there was something in the water, some say it was a government mind control experiment. Some say it was aliens. Fact is, very few people moved away from Skankford. There was little reasons ever to. Once you were here, you were here for good. Therefore, preciously little was known to the outside world.

For the residents, on the other hand, sex was always just around the corner. In stores, one could see soccer moms who came to do their weekly shopping squatting in the rear aisles, their luscious blonde hair bobbing, a man no doubt just out of sight. At the local hospital, the nurses regularly wiped the corners of their mouths after dealing with a patient, globs of white fluid still stuck in their hair or their chins. Policewomen liked to "fine" troublemakers with rather unorthodox punishments that left both sides satisfied and exhausted. And at the local Women's Social Club, behind closed doors, a wall with an array of holes was just one of the many unorthodox features. Here, each Sunday, the housewives practiced their skills, enjoying each other's company and the ability to sip Margaritas and drain cock to their heart's content.

Unlike other towns, men actually liked to spend time here too. Not only husbands, even sons liked to accompany their moms' "old fashioned" gatherings. Any man that came along not only got to know a hot group of bored milfs. He also had a good time, guaranteed. As long as their visitor was a red-blooded male, the almost eerily fuckable women inside were willing to put out. More than that, men were welcome to bring along a significant other. Most visitors were greeted by the Queen Bee of the club herself, Miss Lott. Her hospitality was downright legendary. Persistent rumors said she was down to toss a guy's salad if he asked her about it. Even if she never met him before. In short, there wasn't one guy who came out of their doors without a smile. And a bag of tasty, home-baked cookies. Housewives are housewives after all. Even in Skankford.