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and muscular. He parted her mounds and ran his tongue up onto her ass pucker. She jerked as if shot.
"Holy mackerel!"
"Suppose I sucked out your cunt juices, pronged my tongue into your asshole and then rammed it into
your mouth," he said. "You'd love that, wouldn't you, Flair."
"Holy mackerel!"
But he was through teasing her. He was burning hot with throw desire. Her body was moist with sex
sweat and his words had inflamed her poor puritanical mind. She humped crazily on his mouth and tried
to suck his blade. In a trembling voice, feeling the hot joy of her eager attempts on his prong, he
instructed her on how to give him pleasure. He dug his tongue into her cunt, sucked more of her juices,
fingered into her flowing vagina and kept up a steady rhythm on her clit. Her big body writhed in ecstasy
and he could imagine her dazed, strained face as she experienced her first double trip of oral sex.
"Phil, it's crazy, wild. I never dreamed anything could feel so good.
Oh, oh, oh."
He'd lost Maddy, he acquired Flair, whom he didn't particularly want. But the big, dumb kid was one
hot sex package, sixty times better than masturbation.
She was in her pre-orgasmic distress now, bucking, gasping, hardly able to keep up her part of the suck.
Her magnificent body heaved in her desire to surrender her womanhood to him. Once again he tongued
up into her crack. Her seam was ripe now with her escaped cunt oils, very sexy. He pressed his tongue
on her sphincter and worked it, knowing that the sensitive nerves that protected her life-necessary hole
were set on fire. She responded.
"Yeeee," she went. "Yeeee!"
She came up to lock with a gasp of wonder. Those silken thighs clamped around his head. Her muscles
tensed. Then she gave up her cunt to him. Throb, throb, throb. God, she did have a store of passion
which, for some dumb reason, he was the one to reach. Keening "Oh, oh, oh," she gave him her full,
complete orgasm with surprising openness. In the past he'd found that some shy girls remained shy in
bed.
At last she fell back, spent, panting. "Phil, it was sooooo good."
He laughed and pulled her warm body on top of his. "Now it's my turn."
She'd learned her lesson well. In seconds she had him dizzy and grunting as she sucked, tongue and
teased his prick with the bony ridge of her teeth.
"Oh, Flair. Close . . . close . . . getting there!" he crooned.
Then he passed the ineffable, inevitable boundary when it was no longer possible to stop his orgasm.
"Remember, drink!" he grunted as he slid into paralysis.
"I Will!"
She sucked. He exploded.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. His jism was liquid fury, expended against his sorrow, his shock and his eternal lust.
Flair held his cock in her mouth and drank off the spasms of relief and pleasure as he had ordered,
milking him deliciously.
"Ah, Flair, drink! Ah, God, good!" he sang, letting it all go and spume out of him into her mouth, down
her throat, his powerful manhood spurting what felt like a gallon of body-hot jism into her being. When
he tapered, his prick felt immediately sensitive, so he withdrew it, catching his breath, delighted with the
saliva sting on his blade, at all like sex. He kissed and nibbled Flair's satiny thighs in appreciation, and
she responded in kind, the two of them stretched out flat and naked on the deck.
Footsteps. Suddenly he heard Maddy's voice.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!"
He looked up and there stood Maddy staring down on them, obviously seeing what had happened.
Maddy was fully dressed. She was alone.
"Pig!" she cried. "Filthy, disgusting. Phil, you haven't changed a bit in two years. You're a regular sex
maniac!"
Chapter 5
The Twentieth Century Limited roared into Chicago and dropped off Vic Singleton's group on its way to
the coast. Out of Chicago they took the Coast Flyer for the rest of the transcontinental hop.
The train swayed and bounced at a high rate of speed, but George Panther was bored. They had three
more days and nights to reach Los Angeles, and nobody was happy in the group except Vic and Maddy.
It was the middle of September, with Atlantic City and the water show behind them. As Houdini
predicted, they'd had a couple of good weeks of business, filling the aquarium twice a night at five
dollars a shot, and then suddenly it all faded, so they closed the show. It was time to move on to
California and Vic's Invitational endurance swim.
Now it was early evening as they beat their way across Illinois towards Kansas City. Texas Bunny sat in
George and Phil's compartment talking over the future in glum tones with George.
"Phil's in the club car getting stewed tonight, like last night," said George. "You know why?"
"Of course I know why," said Texas. "Maddy's compartment is right next to Flair's and mine. Vic
Singleton spent most of the night in with her. Phil's really carrying the torch for that ridiculous brunette."
"And you're carrying the torch for Vic, and Flair's sore at her old man for planning to marry Maddy,"
said George. "One big, happy family."
"I'm lucky Vic even brought me along," said Texas in her shy, quiet voice. "But if I can get out to
Hollywood, maybe I can find a spot in pictures."
George knew her hope. They were experimenting with sound in motion pictures these days. As a singer,
Texas thought she might get in on the ground floor. George doubted that sound would make the grade. It
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