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.
"You're such a pretty girl, Martha," George said quietly as he stood over me. "I always thought you were the prettiest girl in the office."
He might as well have said he wanted to fuck me because that's what he meant and I knew it, so I let him know I was more than willing.
We went over by that Frankenstein apparatus he had in one corner and he told me he was going to hook me up.
"What do you mean?" I took a step back from all those wires and things.
"It won't be painful, Martha," he said as he fiddled around with the knobs. "I just like to keep a record of human reactions."
"I don't want no fucking gadgets stuck in me!" I protested.
"You needn't fear, it won't be that way. All I intend to do is put some of this jelly on particular spots of your body, then attach these electrodes. Some of them will be attached to me, too, and that way we can have a reading on our sexual responses. You see that tape there?"
Sure I saw it.
"Well, that will record our emotional responses with a graph."
"Why do we have to do that?"
"I'm making a chart of human response patterns. One day soon I'll have enough material to translate those responses into a mathematical formula. Then we can feed it into a computer and possibly build sex cells into future models."
"You mean you want machines to have little machines?"
"The possibilities are endless, Martha. We've just begun to understand the mechanics of sub-atomic particles, and who knows what is possible?"
"All I wanted was a little fun, George. I don't want to be no Goddam guinea pig."
"There's a little special treat for you if you comply to my study."
"Can't we just screw like the others are doing?"
"Aren't you interested in my special treat, Martha?"
"Not especially. But what is it?"
"You see this little metal rod?"
He held up a four-inch copper tube with a wire attached.
"Sure. What about it?"
"Before we begin copulating, I will insert this into your rectum. Then when I sense your orgasm approaching, I depress this connecting switch and you feel a small jolt of electricity. That will enhance your orgasm."
"Like hell it will! I ain't gonna let you electrocute me for a piece of ass!"
"You are overreacting, Martha. The current is minimal. It couldn't possibly injure you."
"Stick it up your own ass, George!"
But there again I loused up a good time. I was still so fucking dumb, I lost out on most of the really good things, only there were others at the farm who weren't so stupid. George had four other women who were eager to try the experiment so he selected Rosemarie Cranz. She was a brunette about twenty-three and she worked in the reception office. She started to peel off her clothes, but George wanted to do it. He took off her dress very slowly and then when he got to her underclothes, he went so slow it was maddening. I guess he liked to watch women undress because it was the first time that night I saw a glimmer of excitement in his manner. By the time he got to pulling off her white panties, he was actually licking his chops, and for a minute I thought he was going to forget about those electrodes and jump right on Rosemarie. Yet he was too involved in his experiment to forget anything that important.
We watched as he laid Rosemarie on an air mattress in the middle of the floor. Then he went about rubbing white gook on her, then attached electrodes to her flesh. Next he did the same to himself and then he told me to open the circuit.
"Whatcha mean?"
"Throw that circuit breaker next to the machines," he pointed to a little handle set on the wall. "That will engage all the circuits for our records."
I did what he said but I couldn't take my eyes off that special little copper tubing. The one that would get stuck in Rosemarie's bum.
Actually George was a dull fucker. There was this girl all laid out and ready for a screwing with her legs open and her twat twitching, while George made notes on a pad that was attached to the air mattress. He took measurements of the size of her bust, her thighs, the length of her cunt slit, while Rosemarie laid there and stared at him like a dummy. I think she was losing interest until George took that little copper thing and inserted it into her rectum.
"Ooohhbhhh, that tickles!" Rosemarie giggled. George even made a note of the exact time and then he went about the seduction. I wondered if he was going to keep a calculator handy so he could count the strokes, and I also wondered how he was going to fuck that receptionist with his cock soft. He had so many other things on his mind besides a willing cunt that his poor old pecker was limp.
But George had a powerful mind. When it came time to function sexually, he was just like one of his machines.
"Well then, shall we get on with it?" he sort of sighed when everything was hooked up.
And I'll be damned! That cock of his started to swell on cue and he got a hard-on in fifteen seconds flat!
Rosemarie had lost interest like I said, so when George stuck his cock in her she was all dry.
"Owwwwww!" she groaned as he forced his pecker into her. "Take it easy will you, George!"
Except that George had no finesse. Two and two made four to him, and cock and cunt added up to fucking. He did just that. He fucked Rosemarie with a methodical surge of his naked hips, pumping and stroking until she caught the rhythm and responded with yelps of pleasure.
"Do it to me!" she squealed. "Oh, God, but that feels good! Do it to me, George!"
George did it to her.
Right out of the text books he did it to her. No excess feeling-her-up, no big kisses, and no position but the classical stomach to stomach. Rosemarie was having a hell of a good time while George might just as well have been brushing his teeth.
Until he felt Rosemarie ready to orgasm.
She was humping real fierce, squealing and squirming with sexual joy as she raised her hips in the moment of supreme pleasure.
George threw the little switch, the one to the copper tubing.
"Yeeeooooowww!" Rosemarie screamed with agony as she clawed at her buttocks. "Oh, you dirty son of a bitch! Aaaauugghhhh!"
The current in her ass must have been agonizing because she fought George like a maniac. He wouldn't let her get to the copper tube while that etectricity shot into her rectum with ways of shock. She screamed and clawed and called him names until something happened to her senses.
"Oooooeeeee!" she babbled with a glorious sound of ecstasy. "Aaaannnhhihhggg!"
Now I have seen lots of girls come hard, but I have never seen anybody get such an orgasm as Rosemarie. She shuddered like she was getting killed and she screamed bloody murder, while her entire body was torn by convulsions like I never saw before. Even her eyeballs were lost in the back of her head and I swear her hair got frizzy from the terrible shock of her joy.
It looked so beautiful I couldn't help myself. I reached down and took that little copper tube from her body and I stuck it up under my dress. It tingled all through my body the first instant I touched it, but when it got inside my cunt I couldn't help but fart. Like I got exploded in my guts. It knocked me to my knees with pleasure until I had to clench my fists to keep from screaming. I guess right then I could have had the most pleasureable orgasm a girl could ever know, except I wasn't the only one who wanted a taste of it. I was helpless with the sexual quakes that shook my body so I couldn't fight back when the other women tore the copper tube away from me, and in their frenzy to have a go at it they pulled the connections loose. It wouldn't work any more.
"You've mined everything, Martha!" George cried as he stood up with his cock dripping semen. "Now I won't be able to tell from the tapes just when Rosemarie reached her climax."
I didn't give a shit about his lousy experiments just then. All that was important was the hunger in my cunt, the need to be penetrated.
And I didn't care if it was one of the guys in the room or that horse out in the pasture. All I needed was a good fuck, a chance to have an orgasm before I went crazy.
Yet who would have guessed the way it happened!