"You know best!" Phil sang in ecstasy.
She was better than her word. She knew how to handle a man's cock the best of any woman Phil had ever met. Carefully she ate down his stiff, reddened shaft on one side and up the other. Her deft tongue ringed the very edge of his mushroom cock head until he got dizzy and crazed from the good feeling.
"Can't… stand!" he moaned.
She stopped when he dry throbbed. When his crystal clear preseminal fluid eased out of the dark hole she licked it up as if it were nectar.
"Helps my throat already," she said, swallowing. He watched the soft throat muscles work and thrilled. His prick kept oozing out more nectar as the tension from the delight-maddening friction went on and on.
She ate his balls with the expertise of a gourmet cocksucker.
"Texas, you know how!" he exulted.
She was back at his shaft, using her teeth as well as her tongue as she sensed that the longer it lasted the harsher he wanted it. He bucked recklessly now into her mouth, breathing hard, wanting to rush to explosion. She held him back with gentle restraints.
Soon his pubic hair, shaft and balls were totally covered with a warm sexy gloss that made him shudder in pleasure. It was as close to a cunt feel as the real thing, the way she used her mouth, suction and her stroking, incredible hands. She worked the stiff blade back and forth, up and down to add to the growing pleasure-fury.
"Oh, oh, Texas!" he cried. "I may die!"
"No one ever has!" she laughed.
He was out of his mind now, growing dizzy with the continued pleasure. She'd brought him right up under the point of paralysis and explosion and she held him there while he could imagine his sperm factory whipping up extra gallons of throw juice, packing his reservoirs till he wanted to scream in pleasure from tension.
"Please let it go!" he begged. "Take me."
He grabbed her head and fucked lustily into that teasing luscious mouth, watching his shaft run over wet lips and go inside.
"Not yet," she laughed, squeezing his prick and slowing the joy. "A young, handsome male like you with this heavy duty jong has infinite capacity."
He was so crazed to fuck off his load, he jerked free, grabbed her and hoisted her on the desk. Her body was light and handled easily. He scooted up her tight dress to get at her belly and cunt and thrilled to discover that she wore no panties. Her pubic hair was platinum, she was authentic. With a happy groan he nuzzled between soft, warm thighs and began to eat her cunt greedily. There was plenty of musk juice for him. Texas was so hot that her girl honey had spread halfway to her knees, staining the inside thighs of her silk hose. He inhaled her essence and coated his own throat with her gland flow.
"Oh, my heavens. Oh, great scott!" she moaned. "Ah, ah, ah!"
He put his hands on that magnificent ass now, digging them into those gorgeous buttocks as he savored the satiny, quivering flesh and sucked out her cunt oils as if she must be dried to dust.
"Huh, huh, huh," she gasped. "Oh, I'm fucked!"
Her loins humped wildly on his face. She began to jerk and sing in hysteric pleasure.
He gripped her hams and opened them. He ran his tongue up on her ass button and ate it.
"Oh, nooooo!" she sang, jerking. "Nobody ever did that to me."
He wanted to eat the flesh, so soft and loose, off her bones and suck dry every drop of her juices. She bucked in sweet distress.
"Coming! Comiiiiinng!" she managed.
He dug his tongue once more into her sphincter, making her quiver and wail and then drove his tongue back on her clit and made her give up her girlhood. She locked her pelvis on his face and surrendered. Throb, throb, throb. Hers were not the powerful, spaced spasms of the athletic Flair, but quick flutters of expiring womanhood, almost furtively given, as if Texas did not wish the world to know that she'd been forced into sex convulsions. They lasted a long time and she melted into a puddle on George's desk.
"Oh, sweet heaven!" she sighed.
Phil stared at her naked ass, exposed because her dress was shoved up almost to her breasts. At that moment he knew he was going to violate that little red seal and go deep in her backhole if she died for it. But not tonight. He had a duty to perform.
Dazed brown eyes looked up at him as he reinserted his prick in the girl's mouth as she moved helplessly on the desk top. But she was a trouper. She recovered quickly and give him three fantastic suckbites, using everything, teeth, tongue and pressure.
He blew, dizzy, half unconscious with repressed desire.
Spurt, spurt, spurt.
She'd done her job all right. She'd teased him into packing a double load of jism into his system and it spewed out now in involuntary heavenly, rich shots of boiling jism. He nearly fainted from relief, but wouldn't let go because he wanted to enjoy the fabulous, sexy pleasure of this wild, wet sex fling.
Texas was true to her word. She pulled his cock deep in her throat, until it felt like a body-hot cunt and let him coat her passage inch by inch as she oozed his prick up her plumbing.
"Go, go, go," he sobbed in the richest oral orgasm he'd ever felt. His prick just kept on spurting wildly, making his body sing, his heart pound, his mind reel with unbelievable joy.
Somebody came into the room. Several somebodies. As Phil finally tapered and came back to sanity, he looked up… and then he really did come close to fainting.
Once again he stared into the savage face and angry eyes of Vicious Vic Singleton. Once again two hoodlums on each side of the tough bootlegger reached for their guns as they sprang forward to seize him for punishment because he'd ravaged Vic's mistress this time.
"Griffin, Goddamit," cried Vicious Vic. "This time you've really gone too far!"
CHAPTER THREE
"I can get you Houdini," said Phil in a shaky voice. He sat at George's desk with the guns of the two hoods pointed at his head. Above him Singleton glowered down. Texas Bunny had fled the room, crying in her soft voice, "I hate the sight of blood."
Outside the show went on, the tinkling music, the occasional splash of an awkward swimmer in the water, or rather gin tank.
"What do you mean you can get me Houdini?" asked Vic.
"Let me finish him, boss," begged one of the thugs. "We've knocked off a half dozen guys for less than this crumb's done to us."
"Shut up. What's this got to do with Houdini?"
"There's a garbage scow going out at midnight," offered the second thug. "His body could be on it."
"Will you mugs shut up?" ordered Singleton. "I want to hear about Houdini."
Phil knew he had to come through this time. In the era of Prohibition, bootleggers were powerful, above the law with their money and well-paid killers. Singleton could murder him and get away with it.
He repressed a desire to shiver and shake. The truth was, he didn't blame Singleton. He'd kill Phil himself if he were Singleton and this stranger came to town, first to lift his daughter's precious maidenhead and then to screw his mistress all on the same night. Phil doubted he could fight his way out like this afternoon since the two thugs were now alerted to his strength and quickness. Even if he upended the desk they'd have a fair shot at him. No, his tongue was his only measure of defense.
"I know Houdini," Phil went on. "He owes my family a favor. We can bring him down here to do one of his world-famous escapes from your tank. Of course you'd have to get rid of the gin. Houdini doesn't drink… or even smoke."
Singleton's interest was caught. He waved aside his boys.
"Let me get this straight, Griffin. You think you can get the great Houdini to come here to this little dump and put on a show for us?"