Eugene Edwards - Overeager secretary

"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!

It seems incredible that you could be bored from watching a room full of fuckers, especially when most of them were strangers. Yet that's what happened to me after George got through with his goofy experiment. There were people on the floor fucking, on the couch sucking, and one woman was masturbating herself. I didn't know who she was, but she was kind of homely as she stood against a wall with her skirt pulled up while she stuck her finger in her own twat. It must have felt good because she was making tiny little sounds of pleasure and I could hear the "slurp, slurp" of juices as she masturbated. Still it seemed an extension of the movies to me, sort of unreal and one-dimensional, until all I could think of was that horse cock out in the pasture and I had to find a way to let that stallion fuck me.

It was darker than a son of a bitch outside. I just couldn't get used to the darkness when there were no city lights around. So I stood against the house for a long time until my eyes got used to the dark, and then I discovered it wasn't very dark at all. A full moon was rising over the far mountains to give a soft light to everything, and it made the hills less menacing while I listened to the strange night sounds of wild things.

The barns stood out in a dim silhouette in moonlight, but I couldn't see that stallion in the pasture. Even so, I started down there, and got the fright of my life when something brushed against my leg.

"Oh, migawd!"

But it was just a big dog, a mongrel who wanted company in the night, so he tagged along while I went searching for my horse cock.

The stallion was lying down in the meadow. He looked so peaceful it was a sin to disturb him but I climbed the fence anyway. The stallion wasn't asleep yet he didn't move when I approached. Still the dumb bastard was lying on his side, with his legs half drawn up to his belly so that I couldn't see his prick.