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 tried to explain how it worked, and said he was trying to find the correct frequency for communications with the UFOs, but that was over my head. We all must have seemed bored because he offered to show us something else. Some fuck films.
Now that was something we could all understand, and it was the reason we came up here, so he got right on with it. We watched a lot of fuckers and it got me hot as hell, but there were no animals in the movies. Just a lot of guys and women screwing the shit out of each other. Oh, there was one who was kind of special at that. This young stud with a nice cock was fucking a blonde in a gymnasium. He screwed her for a long time and then got to doing acrobatics. He hung upside down on a crossbar while the blonde sucked him off, then he put her on a long hanging rope and had her swing into his cock. He couldn’t really hit her hole that way, but it looked real good, and he finally jizzed on her in a new way. He got on top of one of those athletic contraptions while she lay on the floor underneath. I thought he was going to dive right into her cunt but instead he jacked off and let the jizz fall down all over her body and face. It seemed a bit of a waste to me, still I must admit it was different from the rest of the straight fuckers, and it made me pant with excitement. There is something wild about crude sex, something beautiful about odd fuck scenes, that get you going more than all the straight fucks in the world.
Maybe that’s why I got such a charge out of George. I mean, the strange way he got his kicks.
We were still in the big basement, where he had it all fixed up nice with electrical gadgets that gave surrealistic lighting on the walls and weird music that seemed to emanate from nowhere. Of course, he tried to explain it all to us, only we were not very interested, until we got to fucking. After the films, in fact right in the middle of some of them, we had a few fuckers who couldn’t wait. Pete Katulas was sitting on a sofa while Mary Martine slobbered on his cock, and Danny was fucking Gloria Sanders in the ass. They were watching the films and fucking at the same time and that worked out fine. The films were silent, but Gloria was making enough sound for a dozen movies with her screams and groans and oohs and aahs. I don’t know why Danny fucked her in the ass except the film just then showed the same thing. It seemed like a good idea and I wanted to try it but the movie ended just then. I had to have a fuck so I pushed closer to the guy next to me, only he was playing with his cock while he watched the movies and he just sat there and masturbated after the lights went on. It was a real waste of sex and I didn’t want to be left out, so I helped him jerk off. When he felt my warm hand on his prick he began to shoot, and the jizz spurted all over the dress of a girl in front of us.
“Oh jesuschrist!” the guy groaned as he spurted white cum. “Oh, fuck almighty!”
It must have hurt or maybe he was sitting on one of his testicles, because he sort of fell to the floor and screeched with pain. That wasn’t fair of him since I meant to nibble on his knob and now I couldn’t get to it. But George came to the rescue.