So did Marina. Only this was her fourth glass of punch. And she was feeling as if her pussy had broken out in hives.
And Josephine Scrubble was feeling queasy in the cunt, too. It felt as if somebody was fingering her pussy. Which was something nobody had ever done or was willing to do. She looked beneath the tablecloth, wondered if one of those sneaky Chinese guys was fooling around with her pussy.
The same itchy-twitchy feeling was in Beth's cunt. She crossed her legs. Recrossed them. Double-crossed them. God, her pussy was going crazy!
Then Harrison announced that for entertainment, the class of '63 was in for a real treat: films of him and Marina as they toured Europe five years ago.
"Hooray!"
"Yippee!"
"Huh?"
Harrison gave Delbert the high sign.
The lights dimmed – thank God, because all the women now had a chance to scratch that itch that was consuming their pussies and clits and assholes.
Then the film went five, four, three, two, one, and there on the screen for all to see was a naked woman.
A very pretty naked woman.
And the naked woman on the screen was saying: "I am a CIA agent. I do not look like a CIA agent. But that's one reason why I am affiliated with the CIA. Because I don't look like a CIA spy."
There were flume gasps in the audience. Harrison was stunned. That didn't look like Germany!
But the girl on the screen looked European because she had tits like the Swiss Alps. And she was pointing to her mountainous tits and saying: "All of you men will be CIA agents. And I am here to show you how spies from other countries operate. Look at my tits. Look at them very closely."
The audience was very quiet now; the men looked very closely at the gigantic tits that looked more like the Swiss Alps than human flesh. The women looked, too – but it was hard for them to look because several of them had grabbed some of Ho Fuk Yu's celery sticks that he had set out as appetizers and were shoving them into their cunts.
"My tits may look very real to you. But watch out! Because within my nipples there are ultra-sensitive, miniaturized microphones. Beware of any woman who does not look like a spy and who has tits like mine and who asks you to go to bed with her and tells you to put your mouth on tits like mine."
The men were drooling now, and Harrison no longer wondered where his favorite footage of Italy was.
Marina pretended to stare at those spy tits, but what she was really ogling was Harvey Jennings napkinned lap. She saw a bulge and she was getting very hungry.
The sensuous spy on the screen now lay down and spread her legs wide. She pointed to her pussy and said: "Now, look at my pussy. It looks like an ordinary pussy. There is hair around my pussy. There is an average-sized clit… right here. And, oooooh, I have a hole right here for a cock."
The men nodded, agreeing with everything the spy instructress said.
Beth was finding some relief for the itch in her cunt, but she didn't know how long Hamlet could keep his tongue wedged in her pussy without taking a breath. Would this be the demise of the Great Dane?
"My pussy may look very ordinary to you, but it is not. Deep – very deep – in my pussy is a trap. Beware of that trap. The trap is very deep in my pussy and it is made to fit around the head of an average-sized cock. By using my cunt-muscles, I can close the trap around the head of an average-sized cock. The trap has teeth like needles, and I can inject truth serum into an average-sized cock while it is fucking me. That is how a foreign agent might extract top secrets from our country. Do not fall for the trap-in-the-pussy trick."
Harrison adjusted his cock because it had changed shape drastically, and he noticed that all the men were doing the same thing beneath the tablecloths.
And he also noticed that all the women were doing the same thing. Christ! What the fuck was happening?
Then the Star Spangled Banner was playing and the spy woman waved a miniature American flag. She waved to the prospective CIA agents and said: "Please do not divulge what you have learned in this film. God bless all of you, and make America safe from foreign subverters. Good-bye and good luck."
The film flapped around the spool several times before Delbert flicked on the lights and turned off the projector.
The light was very bright. And it showed very clearly what everybody was doing.
Maybe it was the suddenness of so much light glaring on them that started a strange sequence of events.
Or maybe it was because the Spanish Fly had reached its zenith and all the women wanted to get fucked.
In either case, an orgy was in the making. And Delbert was very pleased that an orgy was in the making.
And the person who started the orgy was very pleased, too.
That was Marina Bussey.
She stood up, shucked out of her cocktail dress. Screamed: "I gotta get fucked! Somebody please fuck me!"
Harrison was aghast. "Marina! What are you saying!"
Then Marina made a grab for Harvey Jennings' cock, but Elvira Jennings had already beat her to the punch.
So Marina turned around and made a grab for Arnold Meyers' prick. His prick was very available because his wife Beth had her head on a plate of won tons and her ass in the egg foo yung.
And that was when everybody went berserk.
Women grabbed for every available cock, eager to have somebody fuck the shit out of their pussies – pussies were burning with an incessant urge to fuck and fuck and fuck.
They said Mooser Movies because Delbert had brought out his movie camera and was filming this orgy to show at the next Moosers meeting.
And that was also the moment that Suzy Cocteau walked in, her lips, very bruised, both sets of lips, and she was very happy to see everybody.
And she said: "Hi, everybody! Remember me! I'm Suzy Q Cocteau!"
The only one not busy enough to remember her was Harrison Bussey. And he greeted her with his foot-long cock sticking out of his rumpled Hart, Shafner and Marx suit.
And several seconds later, the last two members of the class of '63 walked in. Tina Morales and Clint Mallory. Only her name wasn't Morales any more, it was Mallory. And they were appalled at what they saw.
It made them sick. And they turned around. And left.
The others stayed because they liked being sick.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
They were in Tina's Volkswagen, and Clint was driving.
They were heading upwind from Tweedy, away from the stench of a small town filled with people who thought that sex was obviously the most important thing in life.
Tina said: "I still don't believe it."
"Yeah, that was amazing. I never knew high-school reunions could turn out to be like some of those Moose Club meetings my grandma used to tell me about."
"Yeah, what a bunch of screwy people."
"Speaking of screwing…"
"Screw you," Tina teased, rubbing his six-inch, avenge-sized prick.
"I wish. Ha, ha, ha."