“Don’t knock it, Martha. Some people get turned on by innocence.”
“I’m not very innocent. Rut I sure am stupid sometimes.”
“We’re all innocent, Martha. Every time we try a new sex partner we’re innocent. We don’t know a damn thing about somebody else’s reaction, or the touch of their body, so we go to each new sexual partner as a virgin. That’s why everybody likes a strange fuck. There isn’t anybody in the whole Goddam world would rather fuck his wife instead of a strange piece of ass. Same with the wives. And there ain’t nothing wrong with sex. In fact sex is what makes the world go round. It’s the only thing that makes anybody really filled with pleasure.”
“I wish you were my mother, Doreen.”
“Maybe I should take offense at that, honey. I’m not that old, you know.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Didn’t you like your mother?”
“She was a bitch. Skinny as a rail, with a vile temper, and she beat me so many times I lost count. She was always drunk, and had these bums coming to the apartment to screw her, and they had real knockdown and dragout fights all the time.”
“You ever see her now?”
“Not if I can help it. I can’t forget that Goddam Russian sailor.”
“Why, what happened?”
“Oh, I was about nine years old, and she picked up this ugly Russian in one of those grimy bars she went to. That was okay because I was used to that. But this guy drank vodka like crazy. He stayed for two days and they both got stinking drunk, running around naked and fucking on the floor or on the table, wherever they damn well pleased. Mother didn’t give a shit what happened as long as she had a full bottle to guzzle.”
“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.