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CHAPTER NINE

Gunderson gazed balefully at the girl as she packed her single suitcase. He looked so sad that she was moving out that Crystal actually felt sorry for him, despite the shabby way he had treated her.

She bent over the suitcase and the hem of her dress rose up a bit. Gunderson walked over and patted her fondly on the ass. He had never shown any affection in the past, never stroked or caressed her. He had always simply stuck his cock into her mouth and creamed off.

"Well, I'm gonna miss you," he said. "A good blow-job is hard to find these days."

"Doesn't your wife blow good?" Crystal asked.

She supposed, like everyone, that Hilda Gunderson was actually Al's wife, not his sister. But, anyhow, Crystal had never seen the woman, although she'd heard her screech often enough. Hilda seldom left her bed. But in her bed she gave no head, although she made Al eat her out with regularity.

So Al only shrugged noncommittally.

Crystal was a good-natured, kind-tempered, forgiving sort of girl, and she took pity on Al flow.

"Maybe I'll stop by and suck you off once in a while – for old times' sake," she said.

He looked enthusiastic, but puzzled.

Why in hell would she be willing to blow him if she didn't owe him any rent?

"Errrrr – how about sucking me off before you go?" he rasped.

His cock was fat and his balls swollen from having sucked his sister's cunt without getting anything in return, and the thought of Crystal's sweet mouth was inspirational.

Crystal considered for a moment.

She had never really minded sucking his prick. She had only resented being forced to do it and hated his coarse attitude. The cock-sucking itself was fun.

So she was tempted to blow him good-bye. But Crystal was still in the mood for a fuck, having been refused one by her bookish boss.

She was sure that Gunderson's blunt prick would feel swell up her pussy. But she didn't relish the idea of having to look at his ugly face as he grunted and thrashed away on top of her. He might even want to kiss her.

Then it occurred to her that if he were to fuck her from behind, dog-fashion, she could get the pleasure of his cock without having to see who was slogging the cock-meat to her – and think about Robert Redford, if she chose.

Giving Gunderson a sultry look, she began to take her clothing off.

This confused him. Why would she want to strip down for a face-fucking? Was she afraid that some of his jizz might dribble onto her dress? He gazed at her, puzzled but appreciative. Her firm young body was adorable.

Naked, she slowly turned, letting him admire her nubile form from all angles, front, back and profile. Her nipples stood out, swollen and rosy, and her pussy was bubbling over like a melting honeycomb.

Stepping up to him, she began to open his fly, keeping her face turned down so that she could see what she was doing – and so that he wouldn't be tempted to kiss her.

She reached into his trousers and hauled his cock and balls out. Cupping his balls in her palm, she jiggled them up and down. She could feel his heavy cum-load sloshing around in the hairy bags.

She sank down to her knees before him and sucked his cock-head into her mouth.

This was what Al expected, and he grinned and began to hump, fucking her face with gusto. Crystal moved her head down, swallowing his prick balls-deep. He held her face between his hands, pumping the prick in, making the girl gulp as he clogged her throat.

Her blonde head went up and down, golden tresses tumbling, tits heaving. She drew her mouth off him and slipped his cock into her cleavage.

Gunderson fucked his prick between her tits, and she lapped at his bloated cock-head as it came looming up to her down-turned face.

His prick was throbbing now and she guessed it was as hard as it was going to get. The tit-fucking and prick-licking was fun, but she knew that Al was a one-shot guy and didn't want to risk getting a mouthful, now that she had made up her mind that she was going to fuck him.

She knelt back, then turned, pivoting on her knees. She dropped down onto all fours. Her head sank down and her lovely ass biked up to the highest point of her posture. Her thighs were parted and her pussy was drooling juice down her crotch.

Al looked mystified. The invitation was obvious, but why would a lovely, nubile young lady want to fuck him?

"C'mon – shove it up me, Al," she sighed. Al's prick was jutting out as if it wanted to fly from his loins like a rocket, sinking its explosive warhead into the target of her hot cunt.

But he just stood where he was.

Crystal looked back over her shoulder, wondering why he wasn't mounting her. Seeing the indecision on his face, she became annoyed. It was bad enough to be rejected by her cunt-lapping employer – how mortifying if Al Gunderson were to decline to fuck her.

But Gunderson was in a quandary.

He was longing to fuck this young beauty, certainly, but he was in dread of the repercussions. What would his sister do if she gave him the sniff-test later, and found that his cock smelled of cunt-juice?

He was terrified of that formidable sibling – and, being the way he was, it never for a moment dawned on Al that he could wash his cock after he got laid. Besides, if his sister sniffed soap on his cock-meat, she would be just as suspicious as if it were coated with pussy-juice.

"Well? My cunt is hot for it, Al – throw it to me – fuck me like a dog!" Crystal urged him.

She weaved her ass about enticingly. How could a man resist such temptation? Al dropped to his knees as if he had collapsed under the weight of his hard-on, as if he were a caboose behind his meat train, his cock running on a track that led to the tunnel of her pussy.

He shuffled in, belly thrust out. His cockhead nudged into her fuck-slot.

Crystal purred as she realized she was going to get what she wanted, in the position she wanted it in. She reached back between her legs and cupped his balls, fondling them affectionately. No matter what she might think of the man on the other end of that big, blunt prick, she had nothing against his prick.

Her hand slid up to his cock-stalk and she started to tug his cock into her cunt.

Al was trembling, torn between the urge to fuck his prick into her hot, wet pussy and his fear of having his sister discover his infidelity. Crystal was pulling his prick into her pussy a bit, but Al was hunkering back, making no attempt to help her by humping.

"Fuck me! Pump it to me!" she begged.

With his cock-knob throbbing at the portals of her pussy, Crystal was getting desperate. Al clenched his jaw, looking like a condemned man, resigned to the punishment he feared would follow the pleasure.

He grasped the girl by the hipbones and braced his knees for the thrust. She released his cock and squirmed in joyous anticipation of that cuntful.

Then Al humped with vigor.

But now that he had made up his mind that he was going to fuck the girl and face the consequences later, Al was so frantic to get started that, in his cager haste, he angled his cock wrong.

As he thrust, the cock-knob skimmed up her cunt-gash and ran on up through the crack between her ass-cheeks. His cock-head brushed across her asshole and came looming up over the small of her back. His throbbing fucker was bedded in her ass-cleft and her ass-cheeks clutched it tightly.

He took another stroke, delighted by the sensation. Sliding his prick up through the crack of her firm ass felt just like fucking between her tits. His cock-head squeezed from her ass crevice and his bloated balls rolled up and splashed in her cunt-slot.

Crystal was enjoying this foreplay and she puckered little ass-ring flutter and open wider. He began to shove.

"No, silly – that's the wrong hole," Crystal moaned, supposing he had made an honest mistake.

Crystal had never taken it up the ass and it didn't occur to her that such was his intention. And, surmising that the girl's adorable ass was cherry made the prospect all the more pleasing to Gunderson.

Being Al, he didn't ask her permission. But he pushed in very cautiously, not out of fear of hurting Crystal but a bit concerned about the possibility that he night skin his prick in that tight passage.

The tip of his blunt cock-head wedged in. "Oh!" she squealed. "No, Al – what do you think you're doing?" she protested.

Al grunted and fed her a bit more.

"That's my asshole!" Crystal cried, still, in her naivety, believing that he was making a mistake, miscalculating the location of her cunt.

Why would a guy want to shove his prick up her ass when her cunt was available?

Of course, she didn't know about his sister applying the sniff-test.

"Stop it!" she wailed, trying to crawl away. But he was holding her hips and her asshole was stuck on his cock-head. She was snared on his prick, unable to pull free.

And Al was not to be denied…