“I’m sure that somebody still believes in love,” I answered defensively.
“We all do, honey. Only now we see it for what it really is. Two people together, but sex doesn’t have to be the total basis for that relationship. Hell, the biggest lovers in history had mistresses, or studs. That’s how they were able to keep their feelings alive for each other!”
Doreen was throwing a little too much education my way and I’m not sure I could absorb it all at once, but that wasn’t important. The main thing was the chance to see David’s black cock.
There were a lot of new faces at Doreen’s place for the party, and some I recognized, but I couldn’t find my lovely Indian girl.
“She’s on a flight somewhere,” Doreen told me. “So relax and find another friend.”
“I didn’t think you’d have me back again, after the way I goofed last time.”
“You don’t really fit in yet, honey. But you have possibilities.”
David didn’t drink alcohol so we spiked his punch with a little powder Doreen kept for these emergencies. And just for good measure she slipped some of it to Madelaine.
“That isn’t really dirty pool,” she said. “Those people wouldn’t be here if they didn’t have it in their blood. We just speed things up a little this way.”
It sped things up all right. Half an hour later Madelaine was dancing alone in the middle of the floor, rubbing her cunt with a pillow and massaging her own breasts. David tried once to stop her, but she called him some jungle names so he went over to squat on a stack of pillows in one corner, sipping his punch and growling to himself.
It appeared there was going to be a big fight when Doreen tried to suck Madelaine’s titties. That damn David got all excited and started to raise hell, until Madelaine called him some other names and told him to grow up.
“He’s too strong,” Doreen told me. “We’ll have to give him a double dose.”
Except we never really had to do that. When Madelaine got to fucking around with a couple of the other guys, David wanted to get even with her. He kissed a few girls, and felt some titties, and when he saw that didn’t bother Madelaine, he just decided to get fucked and have done with it.
Except that I got screwed.
It was all my idea, and yet I got screwed. Because I didn’t get fucked.
David picked a redhead and there was nothing we could do about it. He took her into the same room I had the Indian girl in, and it was crowded in there from all of us who wanted to see that black tool.
“You motherfuckers want some fun!” David cursed as we watched him strip. “You think I don’t know what’s going on here! Well you motherfuckas can suck my cock!”
I think we all wanted to do just that, but he gave it to the red-headed woman. She wasn’t very pretty, kind of floozie looking and heavy, with massive tits and too much makeup on her face, but I must admit she was ready. She sprawled naked on that cot with her legs in the air until her bush was gaping like two hunks of raw liver. She didn’t have a very pretty cunt, only men aren’t concerned about that. What they want is a passionate woman, and that redhead filled the bill.
“Stick it in me, big boy!” she wheezed with joy as David yanked off his shorts. “Oh, my God, just look at that pretty thing! All black and beautiful, and so big!”
David had a good pecker, but it wasn’t as huge as we all imagined. Just sort of normal, with a large cock head and all swollen up ready to bust her cunt.
“You asked for it you bastard!” David cursed as he knelt on the cot and aimed his tool at the redhead.
“Give it to me, sweetie!”
He did just that. He rammed that ebony cock right up to the balls inside of her, and then he got to fucking real fast. It was obvious he forgot about his girl friend when the sex got feeling good, because he kept calling the redhead a lot of sweet names, and he kissed her a lot, and he sucked on her boobs like lollipops. It was a nice little fuck and it got me all hot, but I was a little disappointed. I thought a big football player like David would show us something real special, but he was a straight fucker with no imagination and no staying power. He jizzed real quick in that redhead and by the time he stood up his pecker was gone flabby. Even Pedro Gonzales was better than that, so I didn’t feel so bad for contributing to that necklace.
Still, it seemed like a real waste of money for us to buy that trinket for Madelaine because she was one red- hot Mamma! She took to fucking the way a duck takes to water and we could have got her to the party without a bribe. She let three different guys screw her in the next few hours, but she was a gusher. As soon as a guy got his cock in her snatch, Madelaine started to let go a flow of pussy juice that glistened like rainbows in the multicolored lights of the place. She got her jollies, as she called it, real fast but she was considerate enough to let the guy go on fucking until he busted his balls, too. So the guys screwed her even when they said she was a lousy lay. “Her cunt’s too big,” one of them mumbled. “No way to touch the fuckin’ sides!”
It was a disappointing evening in some ways, because I always heard a black guy carries the staff of life in his trousers. While the truth of the matter is David had a prick like any well-hung stud. And there was another thing that left me sort of sad. I figured David was all he-man, with that football and all, but Madelaine had him pussy- whipped. That beautiful black girl screwed wound as much as she wanted, while she taunted David, and he got so jealous he almost went pale.
CHAPTER SIX
George Halley was an intellectual and he was in charge of the computers that kept track of our far-flung business enterprises. He was a tall guy with thick glasses and he had a bad habit of staring over the glasses while you were talking to him and he kept saying, “Mmmmmm,” while you were talking, like he was trying to decipher hidden meaning in your words. I figured when he was fucking he kept count of the strokes. Still with all that overblown mental activity, George had to take care of his testicles when they got full, just like any other peasant, so he had little gatherings at his farm. He chartered two buses for us the time I went along and we damn near never made it. The bus driver almost clobbered a semi on the freeway and he ran a Volkswagen off the pavement, so we were held there for almost two hours while the highway patrol investigated. We all stashed our bottles while the cops were nosing around and we all got real tired with the waiting, but finally we made it to the farm. The other bus got there long before we did, and the barbecue was cold for us, so it wasn’t a very good beginning.
Yet it got better in a hurry. I saw one of the stallions in a near pasture and that beautiful dumb animal had a hard-on. His cock was hanging down two feet long and he must have had a few muscles in the thing because every once in awhile he’d make it sway with pleasure. I almost choked on my barbecued beef and I lost some of the potato salad off my paper plate while I stared at that evidence of animal sex. I couldn’t help but remember what Doreen had told me so I wondered just how I could get that horse to fuck me when it got dark. Would I lay down on my back and hope he didn’t step on me? Or should I get on my hands and knees, doggy-fashion? I was sorry Doreen hadn’t come with us because I just couldn’t figure out how a girl could go about getting screwed by a horse. I should have looked at those films when I had the chance. And right then I discovered something about myself that I should have known all along. Everybody has one secret desire when it comes to sex, and mine was getting stuck by an animal. Some people have a fantasy of fucking a youngster, some want somebody to pin in their face, while others dream of walking naked through acres of naked bodies. We all have some kind of fantasy and mostly it is unfulfilled, but I was determined to try that horse cock. If nothing else was possible, I sure as hell meant to sneak out there in the dark and feel that animal pecker! If I could just do that, maybe the edge would go off my phantom desire and I could settle down to normal fucking.
The farm itself was nice. So, we did a little exploring and it was fun. Except that we met George’s sister in one of the barns and she was real spooky. Her eyes were bulging and her hair was wild and her teeth were half rotted out. She scared the shit out of me just to look at her, but George told us she was a little abnormal and not to pay attention to her.
“She’s always been that way,” he said. “But she won’t harm anybody.”
That horse snorted when he saw her and I figured maybe that girl wasn’t so dumb as she looked. That horse must have known she was a sex object because he tried to climb the rails to get at her. She went over and stroked his nose and that horse spraddled his legs and pissed a bucket. So they had to be lovers, and I vowed to find out how she did it. Everybody needs sex, even a crazy broad like Angela, and I meant to learn her secret.
George had a bunch of electrical apparatus in his basement and some of us went with him to look it over. He
