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…
Henry Sylvester was a bookish gentleman, with silvery hair and horn-rimmed eyeglasses, elegantly dressed in a three-piece suit and silk necktie. The suit was well cut and frightfully expensive, but at the moment the lines of his trousers were distorted.
Henry had a massive hard-on.
But he was hiding it behind the desk as he interviewed the sexy young blonde girl.
"Yes, I think you'll do nicely," he said.
"Oh, I'm so pleased," Crystal said, smiling. "Errrrr – there's only one thing…" he added. Her eyebrows went up quizzically. But Henry didn't notice, since he was staring at her tits.
"There's some physical effort involved, my dear. You must be fairly strong and agile."
She looked puzzled.
"To put heavy volumes high on the shelves, of course," the elegant bookstore owner explained.
"Oh, I'm sure I can manage."
"Well, let's just see, shall we?" he suggested. He rose from behind his desk. If he hadn't been such a proper, courtly sort of man, Crystal could have sworn that he had a huge hard-on.
Looks can be deceiving, she figured. He handed her a heavy dictionary and motioned toward the sliding ladder.
"Let's see if you can place this book on the very top shelf, my dear," he said.
Crystal cradled the big book on one arm and mounted the stepladder gracefully, having no difficulty. She placed the book on the top shelf and looked down, hoping that he would express his approval.
She was startled to find that Mr. Sylvester was standing at the foot of the ladder, his aristocratic head tilted back – as he looked right up her skirt!
Holy cow! Crystal thought.
But she didn't mind in the least.
Crystal loved to be admired, and his admiration was evident. He was licking his lips and his eyes were glinting behind his glasses – and the front of his trousers stood out obscenely.
Figuring she would give him a good look, Crystal pretended that she was having more trouble with the book than she actually was. She placed one foot on a higher rung and parted her sleek thighs as wide as her precarious perch permitted.
She was glad she was wearing tiny, sexy bikini panties under her modest dress.
And now, as she felt his gaze burning into her groin, the crotch band of her panties began to fill up with a heavy flood of cunt-juice. She could feel it soaking her undies.
Her clit swelled, standing out like a bullet in the crotch band. Thick, pasty cunt-milk oozed from the edges of the leg holes, trickling down her inner thighs. She knew that he was aware of her arousal.
Sylvester was licking his lips more hungrily now and his long, thin nose rippled, nostrils flaring, as he breathed in the fumes of her hot pussy.
His expression was definitely that of a cunt-lapper!
The prospect excited Crystal.
If sitting on his face was part of the job, that was fine with her. She adored getting her pussy sucked and if her boss wanted to do it for her, it would be like a bonus, a part of the job.
It would be lots better than sucking Gunderson's prick for the rent, she figured.
As long as Sylvester didn't think he could eat her cunt in lieu of wages.
Crystal would have willingly let Sylvester tongue-fuck her on the spot, in fact. But he was far too much the gentleman to make such a request, as if the job were dependent on her compliance.
When he realized that she was looking down at him, he blushed and averted his face.
Crystal was disappointed when he stepped away, and she remained where she was, in case he changed bis mind and came back for another look – or a lick.
But he sat down behind his desk again. She climbed back down the ladder, managing to get her dress hiked up high enough to give him a good look at her trim, hard, round ass.
He was sweating profusely, his hands trembling, his lips damp. But he wasn't a forward fellow, and Crystal was far too shy to make a suggestion, herself.
She decided not to wear any panties when she came to work, as a sort of hint.
"Well?" she asked.
"Ummmmm?" he murmured, distracted. "Oh. Oh, yes, to be sure – you may have the job, my dear."
"Thank you, Mister Sylvester. I know you won't be sorry." She batted her long, silken eyelashes bewitchingly. "I'll do anything you want me to."
He cleared his throat, hesitating. She looked hopeful. They both looked horny. But then he seemed to decide that it was too soon to go into details of her duties.
"Can you start after lunch?" he asked.
"Sure," she agreed.
That would give her time to find a place to live – and to return without any panties on, too.
"May I use the phone?" she asked.
"Certainly," the proper man replied.
Crystal checked the newspaper and then dialed the number of the house with a room to rent. The phone rang for some time before anyone answered, and Crystal took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the desk and move one knee up – so that Sylvester could have another searching look at her soaking panties, from closer up this time.
He was panting like a steam engine as he inhaled her pussy-perfume and gazed at the sodden crotch band of her sexy undies. His lapper flicked out again. He was doing his best to appear proper and businesslike, but he just couldn't conceal the cunt-hunger on his face.
Crystal was wondering how he would react if, without any embarrassing discussion, without any words at all, she simply slid on across the desk and shoved her pussy right into his distinguished face.
She was sorely tempted.
But then the phone was answered.
The woman who answered it, Crystal's prospective landlady, sounded breathless, as she might have been in the bathtub and had to dash to the phone.
But, actually, she was breathless because she had just been getting fucked.
By her teenaged son, no less.
Julia Jenkins was the divorcee who was renting out the spare bedroom in her home. Actually, it wasn't really a spare bedroom at all. It had been her teenaged son's room until recently and it was only a two-bedroom home.
But her son had moved into her room.
It seemed pointless not to sleep together, once they began fucking with regularity – and equally pointless not to rent out the bedroom that thereby became available.
The extra money would come in handy, since Julia wasn't getting any alimony. When the divorce court judge heard the testimony, he had been inclined to think that Julia deserved nothing from her cuckolded husband. Amazingly level-headed and clear-thinking – even just, for a judge – he had been shocked and righteously indignant when he found out that her husband had caught Julia getting gangbanged by six basketball players from her own son's school.
Julia thought the judge a prude.
And her son had been secretly proud of his mother, who was something of a legend at school.
But the husband hadn't been tolerant, nor was the judge, and Julia had to do without what many American women thought of as a constitutional right – lots and lots of alimony.
The incest had been her son's idea.
"Jeez, Mom – what are you gonna do for sex, now that Dad has moved out?" he had asked her.
"Humxnxnm," she had mused, eyeing him speculatively and not failing to note the cock bulge in his jeans.
"I mean, you can't bring men home, you know. It wouldn't be right when you've got a teenaged kid in the house," the boy had reasoned. "It might corrupt my morals."
"What did you have in mind, Andy?" she asked.
"Well…" He looked away and scuffed his toe along the carpet. "I thought maybe I could fuck you, myself, Mom. That way, there wouldn't be any danger of emotional trauma for me, like if you were being promiscuous."
Julia had thought that, for a young teenager, her son was remarkably logical.
"How considerate of you, Andy," she said happily.
He gazed at her hopefully – and she proceeded to take him to bed and fuck him.
Julia had an ever-ready pussy and Andy had a prick that never seemed to get soft, and all in all, the arrangement had worked out very well, indeed.
And that made a room available to an innocent country girl who wanted to move into a normal household.
Now, naked and half-fucked, the telephone having interrupted them before they were finished, Julia held the receiver to her ear as the caller identified herself and asked if she could look at the room.
Julia was a raven-haired beauty, tall and curvaceous, with thrusting tits and a heart-shaped ass, pneumatic hips and a slender waist. Her haunches were like a fucking engine, her pelvis a platform to be mounted and clung to and stuffed repeatedly.
She could never seem to get enough prick, as countless men knew happily – and one husband had discovered to his infinite sorrow and regret.
He was happy about the alimony, though. And Julia, due to the lack of that alimony, was pleased to find that the caller was interested in renting the bedroom and sounded like a pleasant young lady who, as she informed Julia, was employed in a high-class book store.
She didn't mention the high shelves.
"I'll expect you in about half an hour, then," Julia said, giving herself plenty of time to enjoy the second, and best, half of the incestuous fuck that had been disrupted.
She hung up and returned to the bedroom.
Andy was naked atop the covers.
He hadn't lost his hard-on during the break, and that enormous prick was standing tall over his loins, glistening with cunt-cream. A few gobs of pre-cum had oozed from his piss-hole and trickled down his prick sluggishly, streaking his mother's cunt-juice with thicker threads of cock-lube.
Julia curled up beside him.
"There's a young lady coming to look at your room, dear," she mentioned, as she reached out to fondle his cock and balls in some foreplay – or, more accurately, midplay, since they had already been fucking.
Andy was pleased that his old bedroom was being rented out, since it seemed to make the sleeping arrangements with his mother more firmly committed.
"I wonder if she's pretty?" he speculated, giving Julia a teasing look.
But Julia was not the type to feel jealous. "I hope so," she replied, with a lascivious wink.
Totally promiscuous as far as men were concerned, Julia was not adverse to some hot pussy, either. Lesbian love made a nice change of pace.
She stroked up and down her son's fat prick, pumping more pre-cum out. His purple cock-head was slathered now, looking like a fat, juicy plum topped with whipped cream.
She leaned down and licked the greasy cock-tip.
Andy groaned and humped up, but she turned her face slightly to one side so that his prick skimmed her lips and slid on her cheek.
Julia loved to milk her big-cocked son off in her mouth, but she was more in the fucking mood at the moment. And she was well aware that if she started sucking on his delicious cock, she wouldn't be able to stop until she had gulped down his hot cum-load.
Normally, that would have been fine, since it would have made her cunt even hornier and she could have enjoyed a lovely, long fuck afterward.
But they only had half an hour before the girl showed up, so she figured it was better to finish the fuck that the phone call had halted.
She licked up and down the boy's stiff prick and lapped at his hairless balls, but she avoided the urge to take his cock-meat into her lips for some maternal mouthing.
When she did suck her young son's cock, Julia did it with far more enthusiasm than the boy had ever shown as he nursed on her tits as an infant – and she was always rewarded with a creamier drink than had ever been suckled from a tit.
Her tongue tingled as she drew it up the heavily veined underside of his cock-shaft, and her clit echoed that tingling.
She knelt upright and threw one knee across, straddling the kid's loins. His cock loomed up before her belly and she rubbed herself against it, cat-like and purring.