“Let’s go in the barn,” he whispered as though somebody were listening.
I followed him into the place and he went over to one of the walls to light a lamp.
“You sure know your way around,” I said.
“I’ve spent a lot of nights here,” Jake chuckled as he tossed his hat in one of the cow stalls.
He must have slept in that hat because there was a pressure mark across his forehead where the band rubbed against forehead. His face was brown but his forehead was untanned. He didn’t have much of a figure, sort of chubby, and he was only about five-six. In the light of the lantern, he wasn’t much to look at, but he had a cock and that’s all I needed.
“Lemme see your tits,” he panted softly as he started to unloosen my blouse.
His manner was crude and I noticed his hands were all calloused, still it gave me a thrill when he took off my blouse. He had trouble with my bra so I flipped it off real fast for him.
“Man, oh, man, look at those tits!” he wheezed with excitement.
He kept staring while I needed massaging, so I took one of his hands and placed it over my breast. It sent a shock of pleasure throughout my body and I think I had one quick little orgasm from his touch.
“Do it to me!” I moaned, eager to find the fuck I needed so desperately.
But Jake wasn’t in that much of a hurry. He took off the rest of my clothes and then rubbed his hand in the hairs of my cunt.
“Oh, my God!” I gasped, unable to contain this terrible pleasure.
“Lordy, but you are a pretty one!” Jake wheezed as he started to peel off his bib overalls.
He was wearing long white underwear and I almost had to laugh except I wasn’t in that kind of mood. And when he got naked he looked like a tree trunk all stripped of bark. White, flabby, with big moles on his flesh. That might have turned off some girls, but I like my fucking too much. And you can’t always have an Adonis when it comes to screwing.
Jake had a pair of balls that were unbelievable! His scrotum hung down like a pendulum, all hair-covered and baggy, while his balls appeared like two swollen balloons inside the thing. I tried to let Jake be the aggressor the way men like, but I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed those balls and squeezed them until he bellowed for mercy!
“Fuck all mighty, Martha!” he groaned when I let go. “You tryin’ to kill me or something? Fuck all mighty that hurts!”
I almost screwed up again because he was in real pain, but he wanted to fuck me too bad to give up.
“Now take it easy, okay?” he cautioned as he touched my arm.
He kissed me and I could smell the odor of hay on his breath. Not unpleasant. The touch of his naked flesh against me damn near sent me through the barn roof.
“Fuck me, Jake!” I begged as he rubbed his body against me. “For gawdsake, fuck me!”
CHAPTER EIGHT
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.