David Crane - She licked the landlord

He bent over and kissed her lovingly. His formidable prick was still stiff, levering her ass down onto the slimy bed as he lowered his torso. They kissed with more affection than passion now, as if they were showing mutual gratitude for the pleasure they had given each other.

Andy could feel still more cum beginning to seep into his balls, his spermaries spinning the stuff out drop by drop, the supply seemingly endless. His balls made jizz like a factory working overtime, the virility of his youth aided by the thrill of incest dancing in his mind.

"Wanna fuck again, Mom?" he panted.

He didn't figure there was any question about it – unless she felt like sucking, instead.

But she surprised him.

"No, darling," she sighed.

He gave her a puzzled look.

"You'd better save some jizz for Crystal," she explained.

And what a hot idea that was!

Andy drew his long prick out of his mother's fuck-hole and lay beside her. His cock curled up in a fat, meaty tube and her abandoned pussy gushed with goo. They kissed and cuddled. He played with her pussy and sucked her nipples and she fondled his cock and balls.

But the moment either one of them showed any signs of nearing the point of no return, when it would be too late to stem the tide, they stopped caressing. Then, when they had cooled down a bit and receded from any danger of cumming, they renewed the foreplay.

She sucked his prick a little.

He licked her pussy lovingly.

The boy's cock looked dangerously swollen and hard. She ignored it and rimmed out his asshole, getting her lapper limbered up for later.

And so, careful not to cum again, mother and son kept one another simmering just below the boil, as they waited for the new lodger to return.

And, had Crystal known what was waiting for her at her new home, she might well have hurried back sooner.

But meanwhile, the innocent country girl was having some adventures of her own.

All through the afternoon, Crystal had done her best to look alluring and enticing, even flirtatious and willing. But Sylvester was such a proper gentleman that, although he couldn't help but gaze at her lustfully, he made no approach. It was starting to frustrate the girl and exasperate her, knowing that there was a man who was yearning to suck her cunt, but wasn't bold enough to suggest it.

After a while, she decided that it was time to give him some encouragement.

Waiting until there were no customers in the shop, she climbed the stepladder again, pretending that she was rearranging the books on the upper shelves.

Then, by swinging her ass and hips a bit, she got the stepladder rocking, back and forth.

"Oh! Could you steady the ladder, Mister Sylvester?" she called.

He looked up from his desk. He leaped up, making no attempt to conceal the massive cockbulge in the front of his well-tailored trousers in his haste and anxiety. He darted over and grasped the legs of the ladder.

He looked up – up the ladder and, of course, right up Crystal's dress.

When he saw that she wasn't wearing any panties, he gulped and gasped. His eyeglasses nearly fogged up and his tongue lolled out like an overheated doggy's. His Adam's apple ran up his throat like a gong being rung at a carnival.

Crystal began to climb down very, very slowly, as if the tottering ladder had made her overly cautious. His head went back more and more as she descended.

His obvious desire made Crystal bolder than she normally would have been, and she stepped on down so that his head was under her skirt – and then stepped down another rung.

Her sleek thighs brushed his cheeks and she felt his breath waft into her porn.

"Ohhhh – Mister Sylvester!" she sighed.

A muffled gurgle came from under her skirt. His head and shoulders were out of sight under the hem of her dress, confined in close proximity to her crotch. She could hear the man panting as he inhaled the aroma of her pussy.

Crystal smiled. She had him right where she wanted him now – and knew, as a sort of secondary benefit, like workman's compensation, that she would have no problem about getting an advance on her wages.

Then the girl stepped down one more rung and her steamy pussy pressed to his face.

No matter how proper and restrained a gentleman is, once he has a face-full of cunt, propriety tends to ebb away.

He began to lash his lapper into her cunt with gusto.

Crystal swayed on the ladder, sinuously, no longer making it rock precariously but just failing into a gentle rhythm as she mopped his face with her wet pussy-muff.

His hands slid up her legs, clutching her by her ass and hips as he craned his neck back and gulped greedily in her gooey cunt-gash. Muffled sounds drifted from her groin, sighs and whimpers accompanied by the slurping of his tongue and the squishing of her pussy.

That learned man's lapper was lashing into her, driving her wild. She twisted from the hips and gazed down, seeing the outline of his head under her skirt, just below her pumping ass.

The concealed cunt-lapper was doing wonderful things to her pussy. He was as expert as he was enthusiastic. His tongue slapped it, her creamy fuck-slot, then stabbed up her cunt-hole and his lips sucked on the rim. He was French kissing her cunt like a bearded mouth and gulping her pussy-juice down greedily as it spilled past his lips.

She raised one foot to a higher rung.

Then, lithe as an acrobat on her perch, the girl slowly turned so that she was standing backward on the ladder. She wanted to see what was going on. She lifted the hem of her dress up above her hips.

The top of his face was in her vee, the lower half buried to the nose. He stared up at her. He actually looked ashamed and embarrassed by what he was doing but, captive to his passion, he kept on plating her pussy.

"Umnunm! That feels so good!" she sighed, wanting to put him at his case, to let the man know that she fully approved of what he was doing.

He kept slurping at her cunt.

She bounced up and down on the saddle of his upturned face, her cunt splashing as it hit his mouth and slurping as it pulled off against the suction.

Sylvester seemed to be trying to bury his whole head up her pussy, tonguing out the inner cunt-folds, his lapper flashing into every pink nook, every intricate cranny.

Then he moved one hand down, and she heard his zipper rasp as he opened his fly.

That was fine with Crystal.

Any man who gave her such lovely head was entitled to a fuck. And, besides, she had never been fucked on a ladder. It sounded like fun.

But then his shoulder began to shift. For a moment, she was puzzled. Then Crystal realized that her boss was jacking himself off as he sucked her pussy. It pleased her that she had made him so hot that he had lost all inhibitions and was desperate for release – but she didn't want him to have to jack himself off.

"You don't have to do that," she moaned. His elegantly tailored shoulder continued to shift as his fist pounded up and down on his prick.

She gazed down, trying to look meaningfully into his eyes, but his glasses were so steamed up she couldn't see behind them. She slid a foot down his front and began to rub her ankle and instep against his cock. She couldn't see his groin, but his cock felt big and iron hard against her foot, and she would have welcomed a cuntful of that cock-meat.

But Sylvester seemed content to suck cunt and beat off.

He gulped as he sucked, then grunted as he beat his prick vigorously up and down.

She felt his cock flue on her ankle, getting damp.

Suddenly he gasped – and a jet of steaming jizz shot up her calf, splashing behind her knee.

Feeling his thick cum splash on her leg, Crystal wailed and began to cream off.