“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 rubber cock.
“Owwwww! For gawdsakes, it’s killing me! Owwwwwww!”
It looked like Polly was going to abandon ship as she clawed at the thing trying to get it out of her, but we held her on it while Doreen flipped the switch.
“Oh, jesusfuckingchrist!” Polly screamed when she felt those volts sting her nipples and massage her rectum. “Oh, fuckamighty motherfucker bastard!”
I could see that rubber cock doing its job as it vibrated through her juicy cunt, but I could only imagine the ecstasy of having those electrodes attached to my nipples while my bum hole was getting done, too. It was a four-way fuck for Polly and she couldn’t take it. Maybe her husband was a good lay and maybe he wasn’t, but there was no comparison to what she was feeling now. She fucked that dildo with such ferocity that we had to hold her on the couch, and when she orgasmed, she screamed like somebody was cutting off her tits.
That could have screwed it up for us, only this time it wasn’t my fault. All that bellowing and screaming brought the janitors running to see what was wrong, and that salesman from the Bronx was with them. He knew damn well we were up to something good and he wanted in on it.
We ended up fucking the janitors and the salesman and for once in my life I didn’t screw up. I had a go at that contraption George built and it knocked me senseless. I always came too hard anyway, but George could make things happen that you wouldn’t believe, like that female cunt he manufactured and hooked up to a sump pump. That damn near killed Arnold Wheeler from accounts payable, because Arnold got his cock in it and it sucked him dry, but kept right on sucking.
Only that doesn’t tell how our night with the gorbieddo ended. Like I said, I got knocked senseless with pleasure so I wasn’t much use to anybody for a long time that evening. One of the janitors put his pecker in me and jizzed real hard, but by that time I was still so far gone I don’t even remember which one of them it was. And somebody bit on my titties so hard they were sore for a week. Now ordinarily that would have been the greatest of pleasures, but I was all fucked out. That thing George made was such a miracle I wanted to buy it. Except that one of the girls, or maybe one of the janitors or that salesman, stole the damn thing. We were all so damn wrapped up in fucking and coming that we didn’t know what was going on, so one of those dirty bastards stole our precious little gorbledoo. We tried to get George to make us another one later on, only he was so mad at us he wouldn’t even talk to us.
“All that work for nothing!” he fumed. “Dammit Martha, every time you get mixed up in one of my projects something goes wrong. Now I’ll never get that data I need!”
I don’t know why he blamed me, and I was willing to have another go at his contraptions, but he was disgusted with the bunch of us. In a way I couldn’t blame him, but then George didn’t know very much about women. Maybe he was some kind of genius when it came to understanding computers, but he sure didn’t have much on the ball when it came to females.