The Sex Machine
My eyes sprang open, I groaned and looked
at the clock. It
was three in the morning and there was Larry standing next to
bed. I was annoyed, we had not been having a very good
relationship lately, and like all wives I suspected another
woman. Larry liked money and believed he had married it when
married me. He was wrong, he should have married my father.
father hated his guts and cut me off. My marriage went
after that day. Like I said, Larry liked money.
Now he looked so anxious that it was
almost comical, the way
he pinched his legs together like he needed to take a piss.
Larry wanted me to see his latest invention and would not take
for an answer. Larry had his moments, I had to admit. As it
turned out this was a turning point, this day was the
and the end, as you will see in a minute.
Larry was basically a lazy asshole, but
he was also a
mechanical genius in his own way. He could find more ways to
things, or more ways to use things, than anybody I ever knew.
Larry could take an ordinary electrical sander and use it to
paint, scramble an egg while it was still in the shell,
oil from water, and give me a good orgasm. Unfortunately,
could not use an electric sander to sand. This led to a lot
disappointment and unemployment. It also led to me trying to
figure out how to feed us, with no money. Who am I? I'm
Colleen, his wife.
The grocery problem is why there is a
story to tell. Larry
came up with a new invention, and as usual he wanted to test
on me first. He dreamed of selling his invention for millions.
He dreamed that way a lot, but he is about 999,999,99 dollars
Don't mind me, I'm pissed because half
the things that make
life worth living, are gone, or so it seems. I haven't seen
vibrator or hair dryer in over a week. Ok, on with the
"Colleen, you've got to try this," Larry
insisted, full of
enthusiasm and disregarding the fact that the clock said 3:00
o'clock in the morning.
"Whatever it is, it can wait," I
complained and rolled back
over. I rolled over so he was facing my back. I knew he
wouldn't go away, he never did. I was hoping my firm, softly
scented ass would distract him. He always liked the little
teddy I was wearing. I would have woken up for sex, hell
women wouldn't? It worked somewhat, he sat on the bed beside
and ran his hand over my bare leg, then massaged my firm ass
"Colleen, please," he pleaded. I had
almost fallen asleep
again, his pleading voice annoyed the shit out of me.
"What, Larry, what is so fucking
important that I have to get
up at 3 in the morning to see it?" I yelled, mad enough to
hitting him with any heavy, handy object I could lay my hands
"I... I can't tell you, you have to
experience it for
yourself. I promise it's the most fantastic thing you have
"Shit, it better be or you'll be talking
to my lawyer. I've
had enough of this early morning shit to last a lifetime."
"I do my best work at night," he
"And we starve because of it," I growled
as I threw on my
"Come on," he pulled my hand and I was
jerked along behind
him. In a moment I was startled by the cold of outside,
up under my knee length bathrobe.
"What the hell, Larry?"
"It's in the garage."
"You could have warned me. I could have
"It doesn't matter, everything has to
come off anyway," he
said, still tugging on my hand. Before I could object I
myself in the garage. The car had long since refused to fit
the crowded garage, but there had been an open area in the
of all the junk, where more junk could be put. Now even that
full. The garage was packed with stuff from wall to wall.
center of the floor was now filled with a metal corrugated
coffin, of some sort.
"Oh, you've invented a coffin," I said
"Huh? No, it's something better, you'll
see," Larry said as
he tried to strip me. He flipped a switch on the side of the
coffin. I heard a familiar sound and shook off his hands as
tried to strip me. I followed the source of the sound until
found my hair dryer mounted on the bottom of the coffin.
were also several motors, tubes, wires, and a sander under
"Larry, you fucking asshole. You know
I've been looking for
that hair dryer for over a week. Why didn't you tell me you
"I wanted to surprise you," he said
lamely as he undid the
tie on my teddy and pulled it open. My firm ample breasts
the cooler air and the nipples hardened immediately. Larry
either didn't see, or didn't care. In a moment I stood
naked and completely furious. I was making divorce plans in
head as I stood there naked and shivering in our garage.
Larry yanked open the coffin... ok it was
probably a missile
storage box, he picked up stuff like that at the government
auctions, but it looked like a coffin. Anyway, Larry yanked
the lid of the coffin and I found the top and bottom lined
the heavy rubber used to line ponds. The outline inside was
shape of a human body, it was a woman's body, but I had not
the model. I reminded myself to ask him who the model had
once I got over the shock of the moment.
I moved closer to the coffin, curious
despite myself. I
almost jerked away and ran, but I was intrigued by what I saw
inside. It looked like I had found my butt plug vibrator.
top of the lid had a hole where my pussy would be. I found
tip of my vibrator inside the dark hole.
Larry pulled out the huge bottle of
cooking oil I had been
searching for and with a large paintbrush he began painting
interior of the coffin. Every womanly curve of the interior
soon oily, especially the butt plug and dildo. Larry went
to the lid, unsnapped an area near the head, and pulled the
rubber head off the woman's image. IF I got inside, my face
would be out in the open now. Without asking, Larry tried to
push me into the coffin. I reluctantly neared it and climbed
"When you get inside, slide your ass over
the butt plug," he
said enthusiastically. I noticed that he had a raging hard-on.
If I had a prick I would have had a raging hard-on too.
With a great deal of work I got inside of
the slippery rubber
image without killing myself. I slowly eased my ass down
the butt plug and sighed in satisfaction when it slid up
me. The hair dryer had warmed the rubber and the butt plug.
suddenly realized what the hair dryer was for, but I still
forgive him for taking it.
"Now I'll close the lid," Larry said as
he lowered the lid
over my body. The upper impression had slightly larger
than I did. I started reviewing possible candidates in my head.
My eyes bugged out when I felt something trying to push it's
inside my pussy.
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