"It tastes like meat!" she exclaimed in surprise and seized his jong once again.
He howled. She'd bitten down too hard. He pulled her loose.
"What am I!" he cried. "Some kind of frigging sex teacher to all of Vic Singleton's women? Stop it!"
But she merely said, "You want it," and sucked in his prick again, this time softer but with elegant power. Incredible rushes of delight shot through his belly. He held onto her wet, silken head and fucked into her mouth with a groan. She was absolutely right. The lines of her naked body, glistening with water drops, the feel her outrageous, beautiful mouth on his rod, whipped up his lust right through all his sorrow and anger. But he tried one more time.
"Flair, I spend all my life getting into trouble over sex. For once I'd like to walk away from it. Control m-my… oh, my… lust. Do you understand?"
She stopped sucking on him and looked up at his face, her lovely features incredible in the moonlight.
"Teach me to suck," she said.
They were absolutely alone on the deck. He hadn't had relief since the anal trip with Texas two days before Houdini came. His pleasure nerves were on fire. He slid down to the deck, pulled the voluptuous girl flat beside him. He placed his cock at her mouth and his head at her cunt.
"I'll teach you the double suck!" he cried. He nuzzled his head into her crotch and found her cunt.
"Wup!" she said. "Hoooo." She shuddered in pleasure, scissored her legs around his head. "Texas didn't say it worked both ways."
He ran his tongue into her hot, wet vagina, stroking her stiffened clitoris. She gave a gasp of pleasure wounding. "Oh, my goodness! Oh, my soul!"
Vic's meat. Vic's beautiful young daughter, incredibly sexy, dumb, cold, phlegmatic. But underneath her father-repressed surface she might be an animal of lust.
"My cu… my box!" she whimpered. He remembered that she could not say "cunt". He inhaled a circle of her cunt flesh with her clit in the middle of it. He tongued on the girl's main sex nerve and thrilled to feel her whole, rich body quiver and jerk in exquisite pleasure. All he had to do was caress less than a cubic inch of flesh in her big body and he controlled the whole lovely carcass. He laughed in rueful humor. Drunks returned to the bottle. Sex destroyed him and he returned to sex. He gulped down her sweet gland juices, hot, exciting.
"Flair, have you had sex since that time with me?"
"No! I hate men. I'll never marry. I just wanted to try this one thing."
He hugged her firm but soft thighs in delight.
"You're a cold bitch," he laughed, "but I can fuck you. And suck you. I'll bet I could even cornhole you. I own you. You're helpless girl meat. I could even marry you if I wanted."
"No! No! I don't love you. I don't love anybody."
He felt wildly reckless. He pulled his head off her steaming, streaming box. "Then let's stop this sex right now."
She didn't answer. She just grabbed his cock and began to suck on it. He laughed in triumph and gripped her buttocks. She, too, had gorgeous hams, as rounded as Texas Bunny's but much more firm 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 FIVE
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?"