

                            Jill's Dildo Machine

Jill grabbed the pile of paper from the printer and handed it to Tim.
"Here. You're always building things for yourself; I want you to build this
for me. For once it will be something I can use." Tim looked at the mess of
paper and started reading. It was a jumbled collection of ideas and
opinions about how to build your very own dildo fucking machine. "Where'd
you get this, Jill?" Tim asked, surprised. "Remember when we got the
computer and signed up to get internet access?" "Yeah..." "And then I
signed up for that night class to learn about the internet?" Tim nodded.
"Well," she sighed, "I met this person there who showed me how to access
something called Usenet News and I found this one newsgroup called
alt.sex.stories." Tim's head jerked back and his eyes widened. "You
wouldn't believe some of the stories people write there. It's amazing; I
even found a couple of stories about us. You should've seen the things that
we did in these stories." "W-wa-wait a second..." he shook his head. "Just
let me finish." Jill interrupted. "I found this," she pointed to the pile
of papers in Tim's hands, "mixed in with all of the stories. I thought it
would be the perfect project for you. All I ask is that you don't try to
'soup it up.'" "Aw, now Jill..." "Promise." she cut him off again. "Okay,
okay. I won't modify it... too much."

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Tim saw the top of Wilson's head above the fence. "Is that you, Wilson?"
"Hi-de-ho, good neighbor." came the reply. "Wilson, one of the guys at the
hardware store was telling me that his wife wanted him to build her a sex
machine. I thought it was kind of weird. What do you think?" "Well Tim, I
think I would go ahead and build it for her. It's probably just a passing
fad. She'll probably play with it a few times and then forget about it. On
the other hand, this could really get her hot and the unnamed gentleman
would be the lucky recipient of the side benefits." "Uh, thanks Wilson."
Tim strolled back to the house. Tim thought about what his neighbor had
said and decided he would build the machine. He kept thinking about how hot
his wife would get and fantasized about the things she would do after
riding such a machine. The more he fantasized, the bigger his plans got for
the machine. Tim read all the descriptions and plans and began gathering
the necessary hardware; and in the Tim Taylor tradition, selected some
slightly more industrial strength components for the machine he would
build. He replaced the diminutive sewing machine motor with an industrial
vacuum cleaner motor. "Three horsepower at fifteen thousand RPMs," he
half-grunted/half-laughed, "That ought to liven things up a bit." For a
speed control he took the power control out of his old arc welder. "Two
hundred fifty amps... Jill's really going to thank me for this." He had to
get a few odds and ends from the hardware store and his buddies were
bugging him about what he was building. At first he wouldn't budge but
finally gave in. He leaned toward them, and they to him, "It's a sex
machine for Jill." Tim whispered. They all cracked up laughing, chiding him
about not being man enough to take care of her by himself. "You guys can
laugh all you want," he retorted, "It just goes to show that I am willing
to do a little extra for my wife." He bought the needed parts and left,
muttering, "When all this is over, they'll be asking me to build one for
each of their women." "We'll be watching to see how big a smile Jill has on
her face." Al yelled out the door, and the others all laughed. Next was a
stop at the local sex toy shop. Tim acquired a small collection of dildos
of various shapes and sizes. When he was finally done building his version
of the machine it was the size of a two-drawer file cabinet and weighed
almost 100 pounds. Tim plugged the machine into the electrical outlet and
started it. He had the power control turned all the way down and the
machine hummed gently. Slowly, he turned the knob to increase the power.
The oversized motor started turning and he watched as the dildo pumped up
and down. He adjusted the stroke and smiled as he changed them from
half-inch oscillations to nearly six-inch long strokes. He set it back to
about three inches and started cranking up the speed. The machine started
sounding more and more like a jet engine as the speed increased. The
plastic phallus was just a blur by now. "Woah, I guess I'll have to be
careful about that." He readjusted the machine to a more human (humane?)
speed and shut it off. "Jill is going to love this thing, but I think I'll
wait until this weekend to show it to her." he muttered to himself as he
wheeled the massive sex machine over to the corner of the workshop and
piled some paneling in front of it.

****************

Brad moved the paneling away from his dad's new invention. He just had to
see what his dad had been building. He plugged in the machine and turned it
on. It started humming and he suddenly saw the dildo pumping up and down.
It took him a moment to realize what it all meant. After the realization
set in, he stared in awe at the machine and began daydreaming...

He is leading his girlfriend Jennifer through the workshop to this very
corner. She is protesting slightly, "Brad, I don't want to see another of
your father's inventions. They never work." "C'mon Jennifer, this one is
different. You'll like it. I promise." he grinned. She stared wide-eyed at
the sex machine as he rotated the power switch and it came to life. "Why
don't you try it out, Jen?" She stripped off her tight clothes and climbed
aboard. Her body shuddered as the plastic cock invaded her tight pussy.
Brad watched the machine, imagining his girlfriend riding it. He started
cranking up the speed and could almost see her body rocking and her head
twisting from side to side. Without thinking, he turned the knob too far
and it broke off in his hand. This seemed to break him out of his little
fantasy. He quickly unplugged the machine and stuck the knob back on. He
piled the paneling back in front of the device and decided it best to
retire to his room for an extended jack-off session to the image he just
created.

****************

Tim lugged the machine into the bedroom, covered it with a sheet, and tied
a ribbon around it. He was proud of himself for finishing it so quickly.
That night Jill got dressed for bed and didn't even notice the new addition
to their bedroom. "Honey, I have something for you over here?" Tim pointed.
Jill strolled over to that side of the bedroom, her breasts swaying and
bouncing as she walked, "What is it?" "Untie the ribbon and you'll see."
She pulled the ribbon off and uncovered the mechanical beast her husband
had built. "Oh my God, Tim! You did it. You built it. But how does it
work?" "Just climb on and I'll show you." he sneered. "Not on your life,
Pal. I'm not going to be your guinea pig. I want you to demonstrate it for
me." "What do you mean, Jill?" "I mean I want you to climb on and show me
it's safe. I know how you like to give everything 'more power.'" "Aw, come
on Honey; you know I don't go for that kind of thing." "If you really loved
me, you'd do it." she pouted. Tim knew he was in a bind now. He decided it
wouldn't be so bad. After all, he'd left the machine turned down on low
when he tested it. He checked the knob just to make sure it was still on
low. Jill got out a tube of KY jelly and greased up the dildo and her
husband's ass. Tim started climbing on the machine and hesitated. Jill
pointed at the plastic cock, "Sit." Very slowly, he lowered himself on the
dildo. Finally he was seated firmly on the seat with about three inches of
plastic buried in his lower anatomy. "Okay Jill, don't touch any of the
knobs. Just turn it on with that switch." he pointed. When she turned on
the switch, the lights dimmed and the oversized motor groaned to life. It
quickly gained speed and was soon pummeling his insides at an unbelievable
rate. Tim was overcome by the intensity of the experience and was soon
howling. Jill couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain but very shortly her
husband was shooting cum everywhere as he writhed on top of the beast. He
screamed at her to shut it off but she couldn't because she was laughing
too hard. It wasn't long before he was just a quivering mass on top of his
invention. She finally managed to turn the machine off between her fits of
laughter. Tim collapsed on top of the machine. "I won't be able to sit for
days." He whined as he raised his head.

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