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.
CHAPTER NINE
We actually worked for two hours overtime to get that O’Keefe account finished, and I was kind of tired. So we sent down for some pizza and Cokes, ate a little snack, and then got on with it.
We couldn’t get all hooked up in the main office because there were still a few people wandering around while the janitors were cleaning up the place, so we decided on the lunch room.
“There’s some couches in there, too, if we need them,” Doreen reminded.
One of the salesmen, a guy from the Bronx district, kept watching out. He knew damn well something was up because he was fiddling around with nothing to do. But we just ignored him because we could get men later. Right now we had to have a go at that invention of George s.
The lunch room had four huge tables in it, a couple of couches, and lots of machines to put quarters in if you needed a snack. Yet right now it wasn’t anything out of those quarter-robbers we needed.
“Me first!”
“No, I told you I get first!”
“Like hell you say. I know George better than you do!”
You would think we girls were a bunch of oversexed females, a tribe of nymphomaniacs. In a way, maybe we were, only this was no way to decide who got it first. So we more or less drew straws. The winner was Polly Bernstein.
Polly was married and could have got her sex at home any time, so it didn’t seem fair. But we stuck to the draw and agreed to let her have first go.
“How’ll I do it?” She seemed frightened now that the actual moment had arrived.
“Take off your clothes and get on the couch,” Doreen instructed. “We’ll get you all hooked up.”
“Gee, I dunno. I’m kinda scared now.”
Polly’s dark eyes flashed with excitement and her olive-colored skin seemed to vibrate with anticipation. Maybe each one of us would have been hesitant under the circumstances, so we all helped to get her ready. First we took off her clothes and then we laid her on the sofa. She had a lovely body, all smooth and vulnerable, and just to get her in the mood, I nibbled on one of her nipples.
“Ooohhh, that feels good!” she moaned.
“Hey now Martha!” Doreen scolded. “You’re invading my territory when you try that! Let’s stick to our guns for awhile, okay?”
I didn’t want to stop because her nipples were firm and delicious and Polly was willing, but Doreen was right. If we got to fucking around, we’d never find out how that gorbledoo worked.
Polly kept moaning while we got her hooked up and when we pushed that copper tube into her ass, she grunted with joy. But when we tried to force that huge rubber dildo into her cunt, she bellowed with pain.
“Oh, fuck, that hurts! Take it out! It hurts too bad! Take it out! Aaahhggg!”
“You can’t do it that way,” Doreen scolded, all business-like and professional. “A woman’s got to have some lubrication for a thing that big. Here, let me show you.”
She got a little jar of Vaseline out of her purse and rubbed it all over the rubber cock, pushed some of the jelly into Polly’s cunt, and then knelt down to insert the dildo.
“Oooohhhhh!” Polly hunched up against the pain. “Aaauugghhnnn! That hurts even more! Ooowwwwwww!”
“Now sit up on it,” Doreen instructed. “Get on your knees and squat on that rubber cock.”
“Oh, I don’t think I can, Doreen! It’s too big for me! Ooowwwww, it hurts!”
But the pain only made us all the hotter, so we helped Polly lift up, and then pushed her down on the giant
