David Crane: Three horny wives

"Yeah, it's a bitch," she said. She shook her head and her copper coils cascaded around her face.

"On top of everything else, my vibrator broke," she added.

"I beg your pardon?"

"My vibrator. It broke this morning. You know… one of those things that a girl uses to vibrate her clir. It wasn't so bad being cooped up here while I had the vibrator. I could spend my time buzzing myself off. But now I got nothing to do and the landlord don't come until tomorrow."

"I see."

"I tried finger fucking like I used to do when I was a kid, but it ain't the same no more. Once a girl gets used to a vibrator, a finger is pretty feeble."

"I can understand that," said Bob, and his cock was definitely roaming around his fly now.

"Electric toothbrushes are okay, too. But I ain't got one of them. But wait a minute… you sell electric blenders, huh?"

"Well, I got no use for a blender. Only thing I could blend in it would be cum." She giggled at the thought. "The next time that the old bastard wants a blow job I could spit his spunk into the blender and whirl it around and make him drink it!"

Bob laughed and his cock lurched.

"But there's no way in hell I'm going to put my cunt in a blender," she wait on. "It might feel sort of nice but the last thing mind is a blended pussy. But I got side tracked there for a moment. What I was gonna say is, if you sell blenders, you must know something about electric, huh?"

"Well… a bit."

"Do me a favor? Have a look at my vibrator, see if maybe you can fix it?"

"All right," said friendly, gregarious Bob.

He entered the apartment.

"I'm afraid of electricity, myself," she said. "But how else can a girl get vibrated? I'm afraid of heights, too. One time I was fucking this guy, sitting on his dick, see, and I got to thinking about how I was perched up there like a Goddamn flagpole sitter and I got dizzy and fell off. Almost snapped his pecker off at the root, too. He was mad."

She trotted off, her ass wriggling around quite pleasantly under the long white shirttails.

Bob pushed his prick which was quite rampant by this time, down into his trouser leg so that it wouldn't stick out too obviously. But he wasn't awfully concerned, since she had already shown him her cunt, by way of proving that her loins were unencumbered by panties.

She came back with the vibrator, a phallic shaped device of plastic with an electric cord sprouting from the hilt.

"I call it Elmer," she said. "My name is Amy."

"Hello, Amy," said Bob. He didn't say hello to Elmer.

"I sure hope you can fix it."

"Well, I'll see what I can do," Bob said, and he took the plastic prick from her. She watched in a hopeful way as Bob unscrewed the socket at the hilt of the vibrator and probed around for loose wires or connections. He could find nothing wrong.

He figured this remarkable woman probably had simply used it up, no electrical appliance will work forever, the way that a randy cunt will.

"I can't see anything wrong. Could you plug it in, please?" Bob said. "Maybe the socket is at fault."

"Sure," she said.

She took the cord and plug. Bob retained his grip on the hilt of the dildo, swinging it like a nightstick into his other hand, simply because he felt silly holding such a tool. The big knob whacked solidly into his palm and he could imagine how she had whacked it up her big pussy.

A cord dangled from the ceiling. The light bulb had been taken out and replaced with a multi-socket fixture. Amy got up on a sraight-backed chair so that she could plug the thing into that socket. As she lifted her arms, the tail of her shirt rose up and her blazing bush was again revealed to Bob – this time it was on eye level. Her meaty thighs were parted and Bob could see the juicy slit that bissected that red bush, like a swampy river flowing sluggishly through a forest fire. Her love-bud stood out like a fire tower from the flaming foliage.

Bob's dick was standing out like a fire tower itself, now, dragging the front of his trousers out and up.

She plugged it in. He switched it on. The vibrator remained dormant.

"That socket might be faulty," he said. "Is there another place to plug it in?"

"Yeah," she said.

She jumped nimbly from the chair and moved to the wall. Bob followed like a dog on the electric leash. Amy got down on her hands and knees to plug the cord into the wall socket. Her shirt rose up again and her ass was bared. Bob found it a pleasing ass, taut and trim. He could see her cunt once more, flowing between her thighs. She seemed to be wriggling about more than was absolutely necessary to plug the prongs into the socket but that might, well, to give her the benefit of the doubt, be because she was nervous of electrical connections. Her ass was very solid and shapely. Bob saw her little brown eye revealed.

She pushed the plug in.

Nothing.

"I'm afraid it's kaput," he said.

"Oh, dear," she wailed.

She got up again, smoothing the shin down over her supple flanks. As she pulled it down her deep cleavage was revealed further and a rosy nipple slipped into view.

She said, "I don't suppose you could do me a favor?"

"Why not?" said Bob.

He was assuming, naturally enough, that this girl wanted him to take the place of her vibrator.

But she said, "could you plug one of your blenders in while I vibrate myself?"

"What?"

Remarkably enough, she looked embarrass ed.

She said, "A girl gets used to the humming noise a vibrator makes, you see. The noise is as much a part of it as the actual vibration. So if you could set one of your blenders humming, I could fuck myself with the vibrator and with the proper background sounds it might be okay?"

Bob was amused. He saw what a creature of habit and ritual this woman was. But he didn't mind adding to her pleasure, for she seemed to have little enough fun in her life. He handed her the vibrator and took a blender from the box. He plugged it in and switched it on. Nothing happened.

"Why, there's nothing wrong with your vibrator," he said, the truth dawning. "The electricity has been turned off."

"That bastard landlord!" she cried. "No wonder none of the lights or the radio work!"

"That might have occurred to you." She was biting her lip.

"I don't suppose…"

Bob waited patiently.

"Could you make a buzzing noise for me?"

Bob had never tried to make a buzzing noise. He considered it. He said: "Buzzzzz… hummm… zzzzzz…"

"Oh, yes! Don't stop!" she cried.

She unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. Naked, she flopped down on the couch, knees uplifted, legs parted. She began to move the snout of the lifeless vibrator against her fat nipples. Her face contorted with passion and the fount between her thighs began to flaw like melting ivory.

Bob watched, fascinated, buzzing steadily.

Amy slipped the non-vibrating device down her belly and dipped it into her crotch. She rubbed the tip against her clit, then began to push it in and out of her wet gash. Her pussy slurped as the tool went in and out. Bob was getting interested in his duty as a provider of sound effects. As the dildo disappeared up her hairy hole, he modified the sound, making it more muffled and subdued, as it would have been when buried up that hot box. As it pulled out, he hummed like an angry bumblebee and as it pushed in he flapped his lips moistly.

"Ooooo… ahhhh," Amy moaned.

"Hummmm," said Bob.

Amy was lost to lust and began to thrash about on the couch. She rose up on her knees, head down and ass thrust upwards. She was fucking the plastic prick into her twat steadily, from below. Cunt juice poured down her thighs and soaked the cushions under her belly. Her lovely bottom described geometrics in the air.

Bob whipped his pants open and his prick came charging out like a wounded buffalo.