Eugene Edwards - Overeager secretary

"So what happened?"

"Can't you guess? That Russian bastard tried to stick his cock in me. Christ, I didn't even have fuzz on my box then! But he tried to stick it in me, and he jizzed all over my stomach. I got to screaming so my mother beat the shit out of me. She thought more of that vodka than she did her own daughter's safety."

"Things like that happen all the time, Martha. But you can't let it screw up your life. When a guy is drunk and has a hard on, he'll stick it in a porcupine."

"I didn't blame the guy so much. But I never did forgive my mother for whipping me that way."

"Well, forget about them, and let's figure out how we're gonna get that black pecker in our hands, okay?"

I was very agreeable to that suggestion so we got a few of the other people in the office and took up a collection. It cost us almost fifty bucks for a long necklace with tiny bells on it, but we knew we had the trap laid real good.

We told Madelaine the necklace was for a girl upstairs, for her birthday, but when Madelaine got a peek at that original piece of junk she really flipped. It was easy to bribe her to come down to Doreen's place, and there was no doubt she was ready to fuck for the trinket.

"Bring David with you," Doreen told her.

"Why sure, honey!" Madelaine bubbled with enthusiasm. "My man will go anywhere I say!"

I didn't especially like her, but I will say she was one beautiful woman. Lithe and supple, with long crimson nails, she reminded me of a panther. And I figured she could be just as deadly if she wanted.

"You see the value of love now don't you, Martha?" Doreen told me when it was all set. "So don't ever let any guy screw up your mind with all that moonlight and flowers horseshit. That crap never does last, and you'll be stuck in a life of boredom and misery."

"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.

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.