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.