We should have gone into one of the stalls where there was fresh hay, but I couldn't wait. I got Jake on the floor right there in the dirt, and I mounted him. His cock was nice and thick, but short, and when I felt it against my clitoris I orgasmed so hard it made mud in the dirt. I was on top of Jake, fucking like a maniac, while he groaned with pleasure from my assault. I could feel the black hairs on his legs tickle my thighs. I was finally getting a fuck and I didn't give a Goddam if the barn fell down!
I think I fucked that farmer two inches deep into the dirt floor, and I almost castrated him with the fury of my strokes, but then he almost did me in, too. I must have come a hundred times before I hit the big one. An orgasm that split the top of my head with vibrations of glorious sex before I collapsed on top of Jake. I could still feel him fucking up at me, trying to get one more stroke into my hot cunt, and I could hear that damn dog barking his head off at all the screaming and screwing. But right then nothing mattered. I was fucked to satisfaction.
Not that Jake was such a good fucker. Actually he was sort of mediocre. Yet when a girl needs a fuck as bad as I did, and her imagination is all fired up that way, she could fuck a snake and get an orgasm that could destroy her. That's how Angela got her sex.
She had been hiding in the barn while I screwed Jake, and when she saw I was through she came down from the hay loft. I was just lying there, feeling all satisfied and beautiful, as I watched that monster girl get her share of sexual pleasure.
She came at Jake like a demon, creeping and crouching so he wouldn't see her. In different circumstances she would have scared a man shitless but Jake was helpless in the dirt with his sexual joy, and he never realized it was Angela when he felt a hot mouth take his pussy-juiced cock.
"Ooohhhhhh!" Jake moaned with renewed pleasure. "That feels good, Martha! Suck it some more, Martha!"
I didn't disturb the woman's pleasure because everybody has a right to sex. And in fact there was a strange beauty about Angela as she sucked that cock and masturbated herself.
When Angela got astride Jake's face, it was too late for him to recognize his new partner. So Angela got her cunt sucked and Jake got another hard-on, though a limp one, while I got to see another example of the glory of fucking. Right there on the dirt floor I vowed again to have all the sex I could, to enjoy the violent pleasures of the flesh while I was young enough to appreciate them.
I was just sorry I loused things up in George's basement because that electrical fuck would have been something to remember. And I swore to myself that from now on, no matter what happened, I was going to indulge in sex no matter what form it took.
In fact, I was getting to the point where straight fucking didn't seem that exciting. Oh, sure, I would always enjoy a good lay with any man, but for me there was going to have to be another element involved with sex. Maybe any strange male body would do the trick, or maybe I would need something extra like a gang-bang or electrodes stuck up my ass, but I knew that I could never settle for one person trying to satisfy me for the rest of my life. None of that dull fucking for me!
And I was damn glad I felt this way, when Doreen showed me that "gorbledoo"!
"That's what we call it," Doreen said.
The "gorbledoo" was sitting on her desk, all shining and bright, brand new. We had the door to her office closed but you could see faces pressed against the opaque glass while curious people tried to have a peek. There were only six of us girls in the office but from all the excitement it sounded like a hundred.
"Where'd you get it, Doreen!" Betsy Gordon was all excited.
"Yeah, Doreen, where'd you get it!"
"Are you sure it works?"
"What if it kills somebody!"
"Lemme try it first!"
We were all shook up and ready to have a go at it, but Doreen shushed us up.
"You want us to get fired?" she cautioned. "You know how old man Alexander is."
"Ah, fuck that old goat!" somebody cursed. "He don't own the fucking place."
"Maybe not," Doreen agreed, "but he can cause a lot of trouble if he knows what we got."
The gorbledoo glinted from afternoon sunshine. "Where'd you get it, Doreen!"
We were curious, and passionate from just looking at the weird thing.
"George made it for me," Doreen explained. "I helped him push through a new appropriation for his computers, so he made this for me."
The gorbledoo was a special-made, unbelievable fucking apparatus. To begin with, George had taken one of those rubber dildos with a motor on it. Then he attached some of his electrodes through a junction box. One of the wires had that copper tube at the end so a girl could insert it into her asshole while two other wires terminated in a sort of half-cut steel ball. Hollow. For attaching to the nipples.
"A girl could blow her mind with that!" someone giggled nervously.
"Yeah, Doreen. When do we get to try it!"
"Me first!"
"Oh, no you don't! I work harder for Doreen than you ever did!"
"Maybe it lights up your eyes like a light bulb!"
I was sure it would light up something inside of me, something that had never been touched before, and I was frantic to get such a magical orgasm.
It was obvious that George was wasting his talents. Spending his life with all those numbers and punching buttons, when he could invent things for women all over the earth. He could have been rich if he wanted!
"There's only one hitch," Doreen told us. "I promised George that one of us would go up to his farm one of these days. He wants to make a record of what happens when we use this thing."
"How'd you come by that name for it, Doreen?"
"George christened it the gorbledoo. Me, I'd just call it a wired-up, fucking dildo."
"When can we try it?"
"Right after work this evening, girls. I'll okay some overtime for you and we can finish those drafts for the O'Keefe account. By then everybody'll be gone and we can give it a try. Okay?"
She could have enticed the whole fucking building full of people to stay and she knew it, so it made us all feel good to realize Doreen liked us. It's always good to be in with the supervisors, and besides, I liked Doreen very much. There was nothing phony about her.