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Subject: {ASSM} "The Day the Vibrators Died" (1/2) (MF,FF, Magic)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Day the Vibrators Died: Part 1"
By Shon Richards

Alice was almost there. She had her vibrator deep inside her cunt
and her feet were braced on the footboard of her bed.  It always
felt a little slutty to have her legs up in the air like this but
fuck it.  This was always the best way to come.  Alice had a hard
day and damn it, she deserved a great orgasm.

The vibrator died in her hands.  "No, no!" Alice cried.  "I just
changed the batteries!"

A mile away Helen was grinding against her lover, Paula.  Helen
thought the idea of a double ended vibrator was silly but not
anymore.  She was impaled on the buzzing plastic goodness and
everything was feeling awesome.  Helen could tell Paula was
enjoying it too.  Paula's eyes were halfway closed, like they
always were before an orgasm.  What was great was that Helen was
about to come to.  They looked in each other's eyes and held off
till they could time it just right.

The buzzing stopped, right in mid grind.  Both women looked down
in horror.  

Further down the road, Victoria leaned against her washing
machine.  Her husband, Jack, always asked why she had to run the
washer so late at night.  He had no idea that it was the only way
Victoria could get any sleep tonight.  Rubbing against the washer
right as the hot and cold water sloshed back and forth sent her
private secret parts all a twitter.  Sex never gave her the same
bliss the washer machine did so Victoria felt no shame in getting
her happiness where she could.  There was no need for Jack to
know either.

The washer machine quit.  Victoria looked down and moaned.  She
pressed the button.  She lifted the lid and closed it.  It just
wouldn't start.  It was so unfair!

Two miles away, Catalina stood in a hotel bathroom.  She checked
herself out in the mirror.  She was beautiful but when you have
Catalina's job, you always need to make sure.  Her long black
hair was shimmered like velvet when she turned her head.  The red
shirt she wore barely contained her large breasts which was just
how Catalina liked it.  

Catalina was a Voluptumancer, a practitioner of sexual magic. 
She used sex, and she was empowered by sex but most of all, she
was sex.

A wave came crashing down on her.  Catalina gripped the sink to
keep from falling to the ground.  Her body was attuned to the
sexual pulse of her environment which was often a good thing but
right now it threatened to drown her.  It was a wave of
frustration, as if an entire town of libidos was suddenly denied
their pleasure at the same time.

For Catalina, it meant becoming horny enough to fuck an entire
football team and the college they came from.  Her hand went to
her sex but it wasn't enough.  She needed cock.  She needed a
mouth.  She needed someone there.  

She stood up and looked at the mirror.  Her desire was on her
face.  Gone was the sexy confident magic woman.  Instead she
looked into the face of a very horny slut.  As she looked closer,
she saw other faces besides her own.  She saw a frustrated
housewife.  She saw lesbian lovers frowning.  She saw tense
single woman and many, many more faces.

"Well now. It looks I have a job to do."

Half an hour later, Catalina stood outside the only sex store in
town.  It was nine at night on a Friday night but 'Sweet Romance'
was closed for the night.  Inside, Catalina could see two people
inside the store but when Catalina knocked, the woman inside
shook her head.  

"We're closed!" the woman yelled.  "Go away!"

On a good night, Catalina might have gone elsewhere.  On a good
night, Catalina wouldn't be carrying the sexual frustration of an
entire town.  This qualified for a bad night and a worse
attitude.

Catalina leaned down and kissed the lock.  The door opened for no
lock can resist the kiss of a Voluptumancer.

"Excuse me, but I need to check your sex toys," Catalina said.  

The man inside the store was barely old enough to be in the
store.  He was cute with his short blonde hair, but to be honest,
Catalina was so frustrated that a blind leper with a limp would
have looked sexy.  

"I'm sorry, but we're having troubles with our novelty items," he
said.

The woman pushed the younger man aside and stomped towards
Catalina.  She was much older than the man but she had the same
blonde hair, albeit a lot longer and grayer.  The frown lines on
her face made her like crueler than she was but Catalina was
still turned on. 

"I said we were closed!" the woman said.  "And Eric, don't tell
people about the vibrators.  I don't know why everyone decided to
return their tonight but we never offer refunds!"

"So the vibrators stopped working?" Catalina asked.

"Yes," the man answered.  The woman smacked his arm.

"No, they work fine.  None of them are broken.  Now get out,
we're closed.  I'm tired of customers thinking they can get
refunds tonight.  I'm going to close till they all calm down."

Catalina shook her head.  "I didn't say they were broken, I just
said they stopped working.  I'm trying to figure out why, you
silly woman."

The woman snarled.  "Get out of my store now or I am calling the
police."

"I don't have time for this," Catalina said.  She touched the
woman on the arm and the woman fell to the floor."

"Mom!" the man yelled.  He rushed to her side but stopped as his
mother started to groan.  As he watched, his mother whispered
things in her sleep and started dry humping the floor.

"Your mother?" Catalina said.  "You work for your mom in a sex
store?"

Eric looked at her. "What?  Yeah, I do.  Get over it.  What did
you do to my mom?"

Catalina smiled.  The boy had attitude.  "I discharged some of
the frustration I was carrying.  Your mom is having the best wet
dream of her life but she won't climax.  I just needed her to
hush so you can explain to me what was going on."

Eric started to say something and stopped.  He looked at his mom
and then at Catalina.  "Ok, first, too much information on my
mom, alright?  Second, who are you and how did you know our
vibrators stopped?"

Catalina picked up a vibrator on the display shelf.  She turned
it on and nothing happened.  "Sorry, I am working under a lot of
stress here.  My name is Catalina and I am a Voluptumancer.  I
practice sexual magic and I can tell that nothing that vibrates
and gives pleasure is working in this town.  That includes
vibrators, some washing machines and in one case, a bowling pin
scrubber that should really be disinfected.  I don't have time to
convince you that all sex gives off magical energies and those
energies can be manipulated, you just have to trust me, okay?"

Eric looked down at his mom who was kissing the floor. "Do
something magical other than knock my mom out."

Catalina looked into his eyes.  Eric felt his cock harden but
that was because he was looking more into her cleavage than her
eyes.  

"You masturbated to a picture of Ali Larter last night," Catalina
said.  "The first girl you kissed was Jenny Gordon but the first
girl you fucked was Jenny's nicer friend, Candice.  Your favorite
position is cowgirl and you have 32 pornographic images on your
Ipod of Sasha Gray."

Eric blushed.  "Uh, okay.  You got magic.  What do you need?"

Catalina looked around the store.  "I don't know.  I mean, I came
here because sometimes the sex life of a town can be cursed and
the best place to put the curse is at a sex store.  I just don't
feel a curse here.  I'm also carrying the combined frustrated
energy of the town so I can't think for shit.  It has to be
something other than a curse but it could be several things."

"Well, if you don't know what it is, maybe it will take care of
itself and go away?" Eric said.     

Catalina shook her head.  Her long black hair floated around her
face.  "No, it's too dangerous to have this much frustration
around.  Normal people won't absorb the energy like I have but
they'll feel it.  Tempers will be short and violence will break
out.  No, if I am to stop people from getting hurt, we have to
stop this now."

Eric looked around the store.  "Well you've convinced me.  Feel
free to use anything here that can help."

"Thank you, Eric," Catalina said.  She lifted her tight red shirt
over her head.  Her bare breasts stood in all their glory.  Eric
had worked in this sex store for two years and in all of the porn
he had seen, he had never seen breasts that buoyant and
beautiful.

"You said you were frustrated, but . . ." Eric said.

Catalina went down to her knees.  "No offense Eric, but you
couldn't satisfy me tonight."

Eric looked down as Catalina unzipped his pants.  "Uh, why are
you doing that then?"

"Because we need to do a scrying," Catalina said.  She let his
pants drop to his ankles.   His cock was standing proud
underneath his boxers.  Catalina pulled his cock free and with
both hands, she began to stroke him.

Eric's knees shook.  "I don't know what a scrying is but I like
it."

Catalina looked up at him.  Her hands kept pumping his cock. 
"Scrying is like when witches look into a crystal ball or fortune
tellers read a palm.  Voluptumancers need something a little more
intimate."  

 Eric moaned.  "Oh my God, this is unreal.  First the vibrators
stop working, then my mom is in a wet dream and now a sexy woman
is jacking me off."

Catalina smiled.  "I always enjoy being called sexy."  Her hand
cupped his balls.  She gave him a gentle squeeze, not enough to
hurt but enough to let him know a woman was holding him there."

"Oh boy," Eric moaned.  Catalina could feel the surge of his
orgasm coming.

"No boy here, Eric," she said.  "Just a handsome man with a very
handsome cock.  Now give me your pleasure, Eric.  Come all over
my breasts.  Drop your white load on my brown tits.  Would you
like that?"

Eric nodded and Catalina felt his cock throb.  Normally she would
use some sort of lube even if it was spit but Eric didn't need
it.  Her hand was all her needed.  She loosened her grip just
slightly so she could jack him faster.  Catalina rose up slightly
on her knees, presenting her breasts a few tantalizing inches
away from his cock.  One good thrust and his cock would drop
right into her cleavage.  

She looked up at Eric and their eyes locked again.  He needed
that final bit to push himself over the edge. 

Catalina licked her lips.

Eric cried out.  His cock erupted and a heavy load shot forth. 
Catalina felt the hot splatter on her chest and her own sex
clenched in frustration.   She ignored her own needs and kept
pumping his cock.  Six streams later, she released him and looked
down on the white splashes on her tits.

The come itself didn't form a pattern.  It's the trained
Voluptumancer's sensitive mind that looks at the chaos of
desire's traces and makes sense out of it.  Like artists can see
a dog in the clouds or a musician can hear the rhythm of an
idling car, a Voluptumancer can sense the magic around her in the
semen of a young man.

"Well shit, that explains a lot," Catalina said.  The pointy
ears, the three rows of teeth and the triangle eyes emerged from
the splattered mess on her tits.

"What is it?" Eric asked.  "Can you see it or umm, do I need to
do it again?"

Catalina smiled.  "Put your shooter away, cowboy.  Looks like
this town has a gremlin."

To be continued.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/



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