Moira Evergrad was a prude. She was attractive, with brown hair, freckles, and a turned-up nose, and she was five feet four inches tall, which was just the right height for Kalman Albert was who five feet five inches in height. But she was a prude. Not only that, but she was a professional prude. She advertised it to everyone and anyone. And since her brother was Elton's Chief of Police, almost no one was interested in changing Moira's mind about her prudery.
Kalman Albert had been a smalltime shyster when he'd first come to Elton. He'd worn out the soles of his shoes chasing ambulances. Then he'd met Moira Evergrad (according to Andy Durslag, my favorite stoolie), and Moira had taken a liking to Albert. He made sure to respect her advertised prudery, which pleased her brother no end. But if Kalman Albert was going to marry Mitch Evergrad's sister, Evergrad wanted to make sure the girl was well provided for. And so Evergrad had introduced Albert to the cream of Elton society (which was really more like skim milk), and these upper-crusters in turn introduced Albert to influential people in other communities on Long Island. Thus Kalman Albert became the attorney for almost every influential and wealthy, albeit somewhat shady individual in the surrounding area.
Mitch Evergrad was the true power behind Albert. There was no doubt in my mind. the two of them, with Dr. Joseph Carreba, had conceived and built up the murder organization now operating out of the Seabrook Knights building. The rest of the membership continually changed. Each member needed someone bumped off, and in turn was willing to bump someone else off, and pay fifty grand to make sure he wasn't caught killing, as well as being properly alibied when whomever he wanted killed was rubbed out. But when Cy Roberts had joined the group, both Albert and Evergrad saw their big chance. It was an opportunity to make a big coup and not take any more chances. Have Judy Roberts killed, then get rid of Cy Roberts. Let Albert marry Roberts' former wife Raquel, then let her disappear. Then all that loot, originally earned by Judy Roberts' father and passed on to her, would fall into the hands of Albert and Evergrad. And from the checking around I'd done, I knew they'd come into some fantastic fortune even after the multitude of taxes.
In order to keep the murder club from again ordering Judy Roberts killed, I now had to discredit both Albert and Evergrad. Evergrad, being the stronger of the two, would survive. Albert wouldn't. But Evergrad would go looking for the man who fucked up his rich future unless he came out of the whole thing smelling like an entire rose bouquet, so he had to think Albert was the reason for everything being loused up. This way, Evergrad wouldn't think to look in my direction. He'd clamp down on Albert when the time came, probably killing him, and then he'd disband the murder club. In fact, if he bumped off Carreba, he could claim credit for the discovery and destruction of the murder club, because no one in the club knew he was involved. And he had his share of all those fifty thousand dollar fees.
The way to screw up Kalman Albert would be to have him found banging Moira Evergrad. And Mitch Evergrad would have to be the discoverer. More important, if I could get Raquel Roberts to view the proceedings, she'd be through with Albert even if Evergrad let him get away with the ploughing of Moira. So even if Albert and Evergrad didn't "fall out," their plot with Raquel Roberts would be finished, and there would be no reason for the erasure of Judy Roberts. True, Cy Roberts would still want it so he could inherit Judy's money, but I could always put Cy Roberts out of action. Without him around to pay the fifty thousand dollar fee, the murder club wouldn't be interested in having Judy Roberts killed.
So now I had two alternatives.
First, make Mitch Evergrad angry enough at Kalman Albert to kill him, at which point he would also want to be rid of the murder club, since Albert did all the go-between work, keeping Evergrad's name clean. Without Albert, the club was an albatross.
Second, get Raquel Roberts angry at Kalman Albert. Even if Evergrad didn't kill Albert for fucking his sister before the wedding, Albert would have no reason to see Judy Roberts killed since Raquel Roberts would no longer be interested in Albert.
And I had to do all this without either Evergrad or Albert discovering my involvement in any way. What the hell. Moses performed miracles. I could, too.
My first trip was to the Evergrad house. I knew Mitch would be out boozing it up with some high class whore, it being close to midnight. The big question was, did Kalman Albert go out with Moira Evergrad that evening, or was he dating Raquel Roberts?
Evergrad lived in the northeast section of Elton, near the heavily Negro area. His house was a huge mansion, and had originally been worth close to a hundred grand. Though property values might have theoretically decreased since the influx of the blacks, Evergrad had kept the Negro homeowners on their proverbial toes, making certain they kept their houses properly maintained. So instead of letting that section of Elton decline, Evergrad's dictatorial policies had forced the Negroes into a higher standard of living, since any of them unable to afford to live up to Evergrad's expectations eventually moved.
I drove to Milennial Avenue where Evergrad's estate-like mansion stood out among all the smaller homes in the area. It had a high row of hedges surrounding it.
Parking a block away, I walked back to the Evergrad house and found a small fault in the surrounding hedge. Slipping through, I quietly crossed the lush acre of ground and walked up to the house. Quietly strolling around, I noticed a few lights – were on, but the house appeared deserted. Evergrad was so certain no one would dare rip off his house, he didn't even keep a dog around.
The back door was unlocked, but I had the feeling Evergrad did have some sort of silent alarm, so I didn't open it. I did notice a window on the second floor of the building that was open. And the long ladder in Evergrad's open garage was what I needed to reach that window. It took a matter of seconds to carry the ladder out and tote it around to the rear. I set it directly below the window, climbed up, and stepped in.
Going to the door of the room in which I was in, I opened it a few inches and listened. Not a sound.
Stepping into the hallway, I walked across the thick carpeting and hurried down the stairs. In the family room I found a bar. And behind the bar were more than a dozen bottles of wine and whiskey.
I took a small bottle from my pocket, an aphrodisiac created by a chemist friend of mine, and proceeded to dope all the bottles. I figured Albert would be bringing Moira Evergrad home sometime in the next one to four hours. She'd invite him in for a nightcap, and then the fun would begin. If Mitch Evergrad got home before his sister and went to sleep, he might well miss all the fun. But if he came home afterward… va va voom!
Leaving the Evergrad home the way I'd entered, I put the ladder back in the garage. Then I crossed to the fault in the hedge, slipped out, and went to my car. Next stop, the home of Raquel Roberts, Cy Roberts' first wife. She was listed in the Long Island directory as living in the village of Belless.
It was a few minutes after one when I pulled up in front of Raquel Roberts' seventy thousand dollar home. I noticed the front door was wide open, and though no other lights were on, light did reflect from her television screen. She was up watching the Late Late Show. When I came up to the front door and peered in, I saw her sprawled on her living room couch in a sheer negligee.
I tapped lightly on the door. She heard me, and quite unafraid, stood up and approached the door.
"Who're you?" she asked, and I knew then she was a bit high.
I handed her one of my cards and said, "The name's Fokker. I'm a private eye. I was hired to investigate a man by the name of Kalman Albert. Seems he's about to be engaged, and his bride-to-be wants him checked out.
My words sobered up Raquel Roberts in a hurry.
"Bride-to-be?" she asked, then said, "No wonder the son of a bitch keeps telling me he's busy Saturday nights. But what do you want here this time of night?"
"Mrs. Roberts, you're one of the people on whom I have to report."
"You mean the bride-to-be doesn't know about me?" she asked.
"If she did, I'd never have been hired," I lied.
"Just who is this bride-to-be?" she asked again.
"Ethics prevent me from revealing my client," I told her.
"Ethics, huh. Mr. Fokker, suppose you come on into the house."
So I entered Raquel Roberts' house. She shut the door, turned off the TV set, and flipped on a light. Now I had my first good glimpse of her. God! If I thought Joan Randall was skinny, well she was overweight compared to Raquel. I mean this broad was five feet five inches tall and maybe weighed seventy pounds. Maybe! Her brown eyes were large and soulful, and were probably the best feature on her face. She had a large nose, a firm chin, and long, brown hair running loosely down her back, almost to her waist. Her arms and legs were very thin, though she had hips and a round-enough ass. Oddly, she also had tits. The negligee was transparent. I could see through it, and she was naked underneath. And right now she wasn't the least bit selfconscious about her nakedness.
"Always my luck," she murmured, offering me a seat on the divan next to her.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Always my luck. D'you know I've known only two men in my life, physically that is. First there's my ex-husband, Cy. He has a long, skinny prick, and thin as I am, I needed something fatter than he had to offer. We had a lot of arguments over sex, and finally I divorced him. Then I met Kal. He has a short, skinny prick. Kal's prick isn't quite as skinny as Cy's, but it's almost half as long. Now Kal's cheating on me, even before we're married. Always my luck. God! I wish I could find someone with a nice fat cock."
"They aren't the only two men in the world," I pointed out.
"That's true," she nodded, smiling at me. "You're also in the world, Mr. Fokker. Tell me, do you have a skinny prick?"
"Look, Mrs. Roberts…"
"Raquel, Mr. Fokker, Raquel. You see, I'm tired of being the faithful wife and future wife, especially when I apparently am no longer going to be someone's future wife. Though to be honest, I'd like more proof than your word about Kal."
"I can give you the proof."
"Suppose I said give me the proof right now?"
"Would you care to take a short ride with me?"
"You're serious, aren't you. Well hell, I will take that ride with you, but not right now. Right now I want to get fucked. I want to get fucked with a nice thick, juicy cock. Will you fuck me?"
"It'd be my pleasure," I assured her. "You sure you want to get laid by me?"
"Hell, yes. You're tall, sexy, and I'll bet you have a thick cock."
Before I could reply, Raquel Roberts had knelt before me, zipped open my fly, put her hand in, and had come out with my semi-erect organ.
"Oh yes," she nodded. "That's precisely what I want." And she began rubbing it hard with both hands.
I opened her negligee and let it fall from her shoulders. She took her hands off my cock and let the transparent garment fall to the floor. Now I had an even better look at her skinny torso. Like I said before, she had tits. They were small but full, and stood out very nicely. Her tiny, brown areolas looked like small haloes for her dark, enlarging nipples. They were thin, but long. I stood up long enough to shuck my clothing, staring at the way her skin glistened in the lamplight. Then I sat next to her on the couch and gathered her skinny torso up in my arms, kissing her long, thin lips. She squirmed as my tongue forced its way between her marble-like teeth, pressing her thin frame against mine. She especially made sure to rub her scrubby bush against my now-upstanding schvance.
"How d'you want it?" I asked, stabbing her tongue with mine, nipping her lips with my teeth.
"A little of everything," she muttered. "Oh Christ! It's good to be with a man who's willing to do something. Kal doesn't like oral sex. Oh it's all right if I blow him, but he won't go down on me."
So I kissed her skinny throat, then licked my way down her shivering torso to her round tits. I bit each one in turn, sucking them into my mouth, letting my hungry tongue tantalize her nipples again and again. I lapped my way across her flat stomach, stopping only to ream out her navel, feeling her gasp loudly. Then I moved further down her trembling tummy to the small pubic region above her hairy cunt. I teased her thighs with my tongue, licking one and then the other, letting the point circle around the now-leaking honeypot without making a direct thrust into her. She moaned and sighed, turning and twisting, winding her fingers in my hair. Finally I aimed dead center, plunging my oral arrow straight into her inviting musky temple. My tongue pushed past the labial doors, licking the inside of each in turn, and suddenly she climaxed, then and there, spurting colorless delicious come juice all over my face.
"Oh Jesus!" she squealed. "What a fucking tongue you have. Not even Cy could lap this good. Oh are you a great pussy eater."
I stood up after awhile and let her grip my legs, her head resting against my firm fuckstick. She kissed it, then murmured, "Let me fuck you. Please, let me fuck you. Cy and Kal are both sexists. They think it's unmanly for the woman to be on top. Let me sit on your cock. Please, oh please."
"Sure thing," I nodded, and walked over to an armless overstuffed chair she had directly opposite the TV set. I sat and let my hot cock spring straight up, almost like a cobra popping out of a basket.
Raquel smiled down at my upstanding prick, anticipating the welcome feeling of it inside her watery box. Her hand reached out and touched it again, and she murmured, "It's real. It's really real. It's thick and solid, and not a stick of graphite coming out of an automatic pencil."
"It's real," I assured her. "And believe me, before this next period of time is over, you'll know it's real."
She spread her legs very wide, walking bowlegged over to me and hovering above my waiting dick. Her slick, eagerly waiting heated canal poised itself on the rounded knob of my stretched pecker, and then she tried sitting down.
"God!" she yelled, and almost stood up again.
The point of my throbbing cock was poking into the entrance between her slavering labia, but she wasn't used to a fat cock. She let herself sink a little, and a third of my itching glans parted the leaflike petals of her feminine portal. She muffled another scream, biting her lower lip as she sank just a little more. Now half my leaking cockhead was poking its way into her dark, womanly tunnel, stretching the narrow confines. For Raquel it was as if she were being devirginized all over again. She sobbed quietly, then took a little more pressure off her legs, sinking down until two thirds of the head of my fiery prick was enfolded into her aching cunthole.
"Help me," she muttered. "Help me. I'm afraid. I know it'll feel good once it's in there, but I'm afraid to push myself down any more."
Reaching up, I put my hands on both her shoulders, and pressed.
WHAM! Down she went, the rest of the way, feeling my knifelike penis slice through the walls of her weeping pussy. She opened her mouth to scream again, and I tugged her toward me, planting my lips on hers, swallowing her agonized yell into my throat.
I could feel the tight, squirmy walls of her stretched nookie squashing my cock as heavy sobs passed from her throat to mine. She gripped me in a wild fury, tearing at my back with her long, sharp nails, raking bloodlines in crisscrossed patterns.
Little by little she began to calm down. After a while she stopped crying, and finally she loosened her mouth from mine. Then she sat back, holding both my hands in hers, and she bounced.
"Oooooh," she giggled, "it does feel good. It feels really good. Can you open my ass the way you did my cunt?"
"If you wish," I nodded. And she told me she wished.
My hot cock, like a burning spear, was a direct line of searing fire in her stretched cunt. Bolt after bolt of erotic feeling blasted its way through Raquel's body as she leaned back, her eyes glazed and her mouth wide open. I could see the way her dry tongue hung slackly from her yawning mouth as if reaching out to be made wet. In all her years this skinny broad had never been properly laid, and now she wanted a prick in every hole. She wanted the saliva to flow freely from her mouth while the pussy oils in her tight cunt spilled out of her. And she wanted the slick feel of my own seminal fluids greasing the even tighter channel of her skinny ass.
I shifted a little, raising the almost-weightless Raquel from my lap. My swollen dick left her grasping chasm with the greatest reluctance, popping its objections loudly as it emerged.
Raquel moved forward a bit, holding her breath, anticipating and holding herself ready for what would happen next. I held my knife-like cock straight up, pointing it at her expectant asshole, then had her slowly lower herself until I could feel my hot cock rubbing against her convex derriere, my dripping glans nosing its way into her narrow crack. I tried opening the star-like entrance of her anus with my burgeoning peckerhead, but the sphincter was still too tight, and as I pushed her down, my poking prong slid along her ass crack as if it had a mind of its own and headed straight back to the gooey cunt it had just left. Like a train on a direct path, it snaked through the crevice, brushing aside the hairs in the lower part of her nookie bush, and proceeded to indent its way back into her tight, foaming quim. Raquel shuddered again as my solid fuckpole began ripping its way back into her hungry cunt. Now, more than before, her gripping pussy clung strongly to my working wang. She let herself slide down more and more until she was filled with cock. She moved in a circular way, settling comfortably on my lap as my pecker soaked in her womanly liquid. My thick prickstem vibrated and shook within the channel of her inner cunt recesses as she moved back and forth on it, massaging it again and again, imparting shooting electric thrills to it. I could feel her nest muscles tighten over and over again, squeezing my prong as if expecting to make it as thin as Cy Roberts'.
Whoever said all cats are gray in the dark is full of shit. Raquel Roberts had a truly unique vagina. It was tight, narrow, yet slick and creamy, and willing to stretch just enough to hold my aching penis. At the same time its muscles squeezed and squeezed, as if refusing to remain widened, trying to return her cunt channel to its former narrowness and make my cock fit it at the same time. Jesus! What a hot fuckbox.
I was enjoying the position we were sharing. The chair under me had a thick cushion and a strong back, supporting me quite well. Raquel was now settled in my lap, enjoying the feel of my probing prick, legs dangling outside mine; her feet touching the floor. Our bodies barely moved while her squeezing box continued clutching my ripping ramrod. Only her pelvis could be seen, bucking back and forth, plunging her eager hole around my thrusting shaft of fiery flesh. Each of us clung tightly to one another, her small but round tits pressing themselves flat against my chest as her nipples made me writhe as they rubbed and rubbed.
The climbing, solid pike of my fuckstaff created unbelievable friction as it ravaged itself against the walls of Raquel's flaming inner pussy, scratching at them like a leopard's claw attempting to rip apart some piece of choice flesh.
I pounded my dong up harder now, feeling a certain wildness overtake me. God but I loved the tightness of her slobbering box. The fit was so close, none of her liquid could seep out and cover my balls. It continued accumulating within her frothing slot, and I could feel it inundate my poking prick again and again.
My pounding prong seemed to swell even thicker in the tight confines of her pussyhole. Raquel was sighing and moving all the faster as her quaking stomach tightened with the beginnings of the feverish feeling she had apparently sought so long. We both knew I would probably blast off first, but she wouldn't be too far behind.
Raquel slid her greased canal along the entire length of my jazzing joystick, yanking her creaming cunt up rapidly, making the shudders shoot through me, then letting herself fall straight down, allowing my engorged member to fill every bit of her womanly area. It was as if we were doing some wild, tribal dance with her gripping nookie calling the tune. She would rise up, feeling my hard, stabbing cockflesh pull out of her suctioning cunt, then down she would go again, feeling my probing prong slice its way back into her cunthole as her clit rubbed against the hairs of my pelvis.
I slid one hand in back of her to help support her so she could lean back and continue her rhythmic bouncing of erotic fancy, then pushed the thumb of my other hand between us and found her little button of flesh. And as she continued bouncing, I massaged the clit, making it enlarge, listening to her gasp.
"M… my Goddddd!" she intoned, moving all the more quickly now. "You r… r… really know how t… to make a g… girl enjoy it. Wow!"
Her narrow, pounding pussy seemed to tighten as my thrusting tool enlarged. She seemed to feel my pulsing male peterpoint grow to some fantastic size, and in the narrowness of her slithering canal I felt as if my own prong were twice its normal size. It felt like a sequoia log-thick, throbbing and pulsating.
She fooled me. I would have sworn I was the one to have apexed first, but there she was squeezing those skinny legs around my thighs, screaming, cursing, sitting there all stiff while still bouncing to the best of her ability. Yet she was coming, and coming as she had apparently never climaxed before. Her body tightened again and again as her long-nailed fingers grabbed my shoulders and proceeded to excavate a multitude of holes in them.
Now oversensitive, she continued moving her body, preparing her cunt for the missile-like blast of my own sperm in her inner channel. I felt as if my cock was close to bursting.
Feeling the strength drain from her body, Raquel leaned against me, letting her hands drop to my thighs. Her nails punctured my thighs as I continued ploughing my fulcrum against hers. Her teeth bit into the fleshy areas where my neck joined my shoulder and she chewed like a lust-crazed animal, once more trying to get her pussy into high gear so she could satisfy me. My pistoning prong was on the point of eruption.
Raquel squeezed my legs harder, churning more than bouncing at this point, and my own arms were now wrapped around her tightly, clasping her skinny body to mine. And then I reached the top.
A torrent of boiling semen exploded from the narrow slit in my cuntfucking cock. I kept on plunging up into her with each shot, letting the burning cream cover the walls of her tightening interior. Her grasping pussy sucked the globs of jism from my blasting phallus as it rubbed it-self fiercely against my joyjammer. Like a tight, narrow vacuum cleaner it sucked up all my expelled semen.
I felt my body shudder and shake as if in a mild epileptic fit. The orgasm swiftly reached the heights of sensation, then descended like an oldtime steam locomotive charging downhill, furiously moving as if the cockjuice I had emitted was easing the way. And still I continued unloading my spunk.
Finally sated, I settled back in the huge chair, letting myself relax a bit. My softening dong was still deeply embedded in the tight, gripping snatch of Raquel Roberts. Right now it felt useless. Raquel swirled around a few times on my lap, then stopped. My prong had softened to where not even her narrow confines could feel anything. She reached down with her hands and gently rubbed my deflated nuts, trying to massage my prong back up. But for a short while nothing helped. I mean, I was only human. But Raquel was so hot, though she'd enjoyed what she'd had, she now wanted more.
Standing up, she took my limp pecker out of her thin slit, then strode forward and grabbed my head, yanking it lower so she could squat over my face. Pressing the leaking gash to my face, she began rotating her hips, letting me know she wanted to feel my hot tongue. So I sent my oral prober between the outer lips of her flooded box and began licking the sides. Her twat, already narrow, tried to literally tighten around my tongue and suck it in.
"Do it," she yelled. "Do it. Eat me out. Fuck me with that thick tongue of yours." And with her hands she slammed my head full against her puffy pussy, enjoying the feel of my thick tongue as it plunged into her narrow center and touched the inner recesses of her pleasure spots.
"Suck my cunt," she mumbled. "Keep on sucking it. Lick my clit and make me come again. I want to keep on coming. Oh Christ! I wish I could jam your whole head up there."
She flung her head back, forcing her box against my lips, and I could feel her hands gripping my shoulders again. My tongue continued prodding the walls of her tight cunt. And as I ate her, I felt my cock beginning to enlarge again.
Now I frantically sucked on her clitoral nub, rolling the bit of flesh between my teeth and letting my tongue play havoc with it. Her lubricant was flowing freely again, pouring into my mouth, and it was all I could do to swallow the stuff.
"Faster," she murmured. "Suck faster. God!!! Eat my cunt."
Raquel was frantically trying to attain another orgasm while my tongue scooped the pouring slitheriness from her nookie walls. Her fingers twined themselves in my hair, keeping my face jammed into her split, not even letting me up for air. The atmosphere in her pussy was so hot, I could feel steam covering my face as I continued licking out her slavering fuckhole.
My tongue moved rapidly back and forth, whipping her upstanding clit, forcing the blood to flow into it and make it stand at full attention. Small quakes of erotic sensation made her hair-fringed hole quiver. It was obvious wild feelings were rumbling through her sex center, and she speeded up the way she was thrusting her twat against my face as her bush scrubbed me clean. She was preparing for another climactic thrill.
I grabbed both ass cheeks with my hands, squeezing and kneading them, as I held the tender clitoris tightly between my front teeth and lightly bit on it. With my tongue I lashed the clit again and again, forcing it to extend itself farther and farther away from her sweating body. The odor of her flashing muff filled my nostrils as I avidly sucked and bit the bit of extended flesh. She was bucking too strongly, and I couldn't apply the pressure I wanted to against her man in the boat.
"Hold still," I mumbled, releasing my oral grip on her box. "Just let me do the work."
Raquel stopped her thrusting movements, stiffening and keeping her body taut and ready as I returned to snapping at her clitoris with my teeth and lips, using my tongue to wash the lubricious drippings from her center. It was a hard thing for her to do, and I could feel her tremble with the desire to ram her cunt against my tongue again.
Her nails tore at the already raw flesh of my shoulders as she quivered expectantly again and again. Every now and again she shook with muscle spasms.
And then, she suddenly realized she no longer had to remain unmoving. It seemed all right for her to move against me as her creaming cunt began vibrating by itself.
I pride myself on being an expert pussy gobbler. And I was proving it to Raquel Roberts, plunging my knowing tongue again and again into the warm, flooding pussy gash. Her clitoris was vibrating all by itself, sending all kinds of messages through her nervous system. Her tight split seemed to widen as her pussylips parted, and then a flood of onrushing vaginal fluids poured out, almost drowning me. Her fuckhole screamed with fulfillment, overflowing with her passion juices.
This time it was a short come, but oh how she loved it. Her clit was glued to my mouth the whole time, and then, when it was over, she fell to the floor, rolling around and around, her hands pressed against her sopping slot.
"You're great," she finally whispered, hoarsely. "I've never had a man as good as you. Hell, I feel like going to sleep."
"If you do, you'll never see the proof we talked about."
"Oh, you mean about Kal? All right, I'm willing to go. But not until I've made that horn of yours shrink again."
Pulling over a footstool, she sat on it, in front of the chair where I was sitting. She smiled, fingering my cock, as if wanting to get the fucking started all over again. But there was no way she was going to do anything seated where she was, because my feet blocked her. So I stood, pointing my prong straight at her face, curious if she was as good a cocksucker as she was a fornicator. I aimed it at the open hole of her mouth, wanting her to suck the whole thing in so I could line the walls of her throat with my softening white cream.
It went right in, and she closed her lips over it, swallowing the full length of my pole, right to the hairy root. Her tongue massaged the bottom of the cock as it moved back and forth without wandering about. I was damn close to the brink of another climax after the way I'd sucked on her pussy.
My hips rammed themselves uncontrollably into her face, jamming my cock deep into her throat, and she took it all. Once, she almost gagged, but kept on sucking avidly, letting her tongue press my prick until the creamy liquid once again spewed forth from my pecker into the hollow of her cocksucking mouth. This time I could feel jaws pulling at my peter, draining it of all the liquid within as her greedy, slurping lips pulled it all out of me.