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CHAPTER TWO

Crystal found two ads that sounded promising.

One was for a room in a private house, a sort of live-in arrangement offered by a divorcee who would take a very reasonable rent in exchange for sharing in the housework. It seemed just what Crystal was looking for – and no amount of housework could be more irritating than having to give blow-jobs to Al Gunderson.

But first she had to find a job, and the second ad was for a girl to work in a book store, which was just the sort of wholesome employment that would suit the innocent, small-town girl to a tee, especially when she wrote home to tell her narrow-minded parents what she was doing in the city where, as they knew, the ways were wicked.

She had never written them about blowing Al Gunderson, of course, although the thought had occurred to her and made her feel devilish.

She decided that logistics decreed that she apply for the job first and, if she got it, arrange to rent the room. She was looking forward eagerly to getting out of this seedy, shabby, sordid living arrangement.

She wondered if Al Gunderson would expect a blow-job in lieu of notice.

The thought made her giggle.

Maybe she would, just for old times' sake.

She sorted through her meager supply of clothing and chose a demure sort of dress that seemed appropriate, showing off her splendid body attractively and enticingly, but in a modest and innocent fashion.

Before she got droned, however – as a sort of afterthought – she lay back down on the bed to give her cunt a quick and efficient hand-job.

Although Crystal disliked the circumstances and the necessity of doing it, she had to admit that it usually left her feeling horny after she'd sucked Al's cock and drank his cum-load.

If he'd been a nicer guy – not necessarily more handsome, just more pleasant – and less demanding and crude, Crystal would probably have sucked him off of her own free will, and enjoyed it a lot more.

But Gunderson was Gunderson, and such things were not meant to be.

Crystal spread her shapely thighs and arched her slender back and began to rub her clit. She didn't bother with any foreplay or preliminary caresses, ignoring her stiff nipples and not even finger-fucking her hot cunt-hole.

This was simply an efficiency frigging, to take the heat and the pressure off – and preventive, as well, to keep her from creaming in her panties, which would have been terribly embarrassing during a job interview.

Undulating her ass and hips and tasting the lingering flavor of Gunderson's jizz on her tongue, she massaged her stiff clit with a practiced hand and had herself surging to a foaming finale in a few moments.

She finished juicing, then licked her fingers – wondering, as always, why cunt-cum tasted so tantalizing.

Crystal knew damned well that she wasn't a dyke, so it puzzled the innocent, small-town girl as to why she so often had fantasies about eating pussy.

That was one of the mysteries that she would soon learn in the city, with its wicked ways.

Feeling more relaxed with her pussy melted by hand, Crystal got dressed and went out, seeking a new life…

Al Gunderson finished collecting the rent from the rest of the tenants – all of whom paid in cash instead of head – and went back to his own apartment, which was as sordid and shabby as the ones he rented.

Hilda Gunderson was still in bed, which was not strange, because she was usually in bed, eating chocolates or bananas, or both.

Hilda was naked, which was also usual. She had a pretty face, heavily painted, her lips a scarlet slash and her eyes darkened with mascara. Her flame-red hair tumbled over the pillow like red ink.

She had the sort of figure that a gentleman would have termed hourglass shaped, and a crude fellow such as Al thought of as being the brick shit-house sort. Her tits were huge, her hips wide, her ass big. Her cunt-mound was like a flaming bush, red curls spreading up from her vee like tongues of flame licking her belly.

When Al came in, she held out her hand and rubbed her thumb and fingers together.

Al obediently gave her all the rent money, which she counted twice. Then she scowled ferociously.

"It's short, asshole!" she snapped.

Al looked guilty.

"Aarr… that blonde girl in Four-B didn't have it today," he mumbled, his eyes moving shiftily.

"You gotta kick that bleached hussy out, you shit-head," Hilda snarled. Then a look of suspicion crept into her gaudily painted face. "Or are you fucking her for the rent?"

"Oh, no, darling," he protested – which was true, as well, as far as it went.

That was why Al had never demanded a fuck from Crystal. Hilda had never thought to ask him about a blow-job.

"Yeah? I wouldn't put it past you, you scumbag," Hilda growled. Her green eyes were glowing like melting jade and her red hair seemed to sizzle with electricity.

"I better check your cock," she said.

Gunderson, feeling that he was on firm ground here, opened his fly and hauled his prick out. He knelt on the bed, knowing she was too lazy to reach for it. Holding his prick in his palm, he offered it to her face.

She eyed his cock doubtfully. "It's slick," she said accusingly. Then she pressed her nose to the cock-knob and sniffed. Finding no incriminating hint of cunt-juice, she relented.

"Well, all right," she grumbled. "But if I ever find you fucking around…"

"Never, darling!" he squawked.

He had the distinct impression that she would relish catching him cheating on her so that she would have a good reason to beat the shit out of him.

Hilda was that sort of person.

She was much like a female version of Al, in fact – and there was a good reason for that.

Because they had the same last name and lived together, it was naturally assumed that they were husband and wife. But, actually both Al and Hilda were so mean natured and nasty that no one would have married either of them.

And the sordid truth of the matter was that they were brother and sister.

Hilda's massive thighs parted and her heavy haunches heaved up with an avalanche effect.

"You may suck my cunt," she rasped.

Al knew better than to decline. Anyhow, he liked to eat pussy. He had often wished that he owed Crystal some rent, so that he could suck her pussy in payment. It had never dawned on him to go down on her when it was she who was in debt, however. It wouldn't have been fair.

He moved down the bed.

Hilda lifted her knees and tilted her cunt up like some hairy delicacy she was serving him. He paused for a moment, gazing down at her steaming cunt-slot.

Muff-diving on Hilda was like going down on the Colossus of Rhodes.

"Eat me, asshole!" she grunted. Al buried his head between the firm columns of her marble-white thighs and began to gobble her cunt. Hilda clamped her legs around his head in a scissor grip, blinding him, muffling his ears, gagging his mouth. He was sputtering as he sucked. The bald, shiny top of his head rested in her thick, autumn-hued cunt-bush and the rest of his head was buried.

"Suck, you cunt-lapper!" she hissed. Al sucked and licked dutifully. Her thighs parted, giving him some breathing room. But then she reached down and grabbed him by his saucer-like ears, tugging his face around in her foaming fuckhole.

"Drink my cunt-slime, fuck-face! Yeah – swallow the nasty stuff, you bald bastard!"

It would have delighted Crystal if she could have heard the way Al's sister addressed him, in these moments of raging sibling passion – and, maybe, made her understand why he was so churlish when she blew him, too.

Al munched steadily away and soon his sister's pussy was melting in his mouth.

He sucked her dry.

When she had had enough, she placed a foot against his shoulder and shoved him away.

Al had a hard-on again, inspired by his snack, but she wasn't interested in that. Fucking took too much energy, and cock-sucking was too indelicate for Hilda.

"Okay, you've been fed, you fucking hog," she growled. "Now make my breakfast."

Al dutifully went to do so.

He sure was going to be sorry when he lost Crystal as a tenant…