Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2006 20:33:52 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN AND THE SUCKING MACHINE

After that wild experiance that Superman had at Katie's Adult Book Store,
which had been torn down and left with an empty lot, Clark went to his
home computer to google search erotic machinery and sex toys. His private
thoughts on just how good it felt to be manipulated by a desperatly hard
sucking machine went thru his man of steel mind day and night, and it was
beginning to bug him. He thought of ACCUJAC, but those machines were a
bit outdated, and looked further in search engine. At last he came to
FUNWAYSMARKETING and located a product called ROBOJAC FOR HIM. Although
they seemed expensive for such a doodad, Clark had enough with mind
mystery and went ahead and ordered one. Purchasing the item online was
quite a chore with all the details and specifications required, but he
managed to finish the order before I got home from computer class. I
didnt realize he had ordered a sex machine, sex toy gadget until it
arrived from the postal service eight weeks later at my doorstep. After
taking a quick shower, geting ready for dinner, and dressed in t shirt,
activskin tights, and house slippers, I looked at the big box curiously
and thought to open it. Inside was this big machine unit with double
attachments that appeared like two small vacuum cleaner nozzles. I took
the unit out and attached the plug into outlet in living room. What I
had'nt noticed was the flip switch had been already been put to the ON
position, and the machine came alive once the plug had been installed.
The loose hose attachment acted like a slithering live wire snake seeking
it's prey and found one right between the legs of my tights. Without
hesitation it grabbed hold of my crotch and took in what it could from
the exterior. Needless to say I was shocked as hell and wanted to scream,
but the machine made it somehow clear, it only wanted to provide some
sort of sexual pleasure force with it's coniving preprogram plan. It's
unrelenting stronghold gave no signs of wanting to let go it's capture
and it's demand for control was also in progress. The machine wheel
control module moved on it's own accord and turned itself from the blue
arrows to the red ones. As the wheel moved, so did the suction power
increase! Bringing my well strapped contained dick from its quarters into
the vacuum pack nozzle with unconditioning force. Just then, my honey
Superman had retrurned home and came in from the back door. He always
uses that door when dressed in costume and was peeking in the living room
with a blank look. "Oh my gosh!" Superman exclaimed. "I almost forgot I
was expecting that package, and didnt tell you about it hon, I'm sorry.
Here. . .let me get that for you." As he reached over to the machine area
to switch it off, the one empty nozzle vacuum spied Superman's presence
and faced it's open suctioning nozzle towards the man of steels full
rounded full crotch in his tights. Superman was within a solid inch of
making contact with the turn off switch when it grabbed him right between
his legs. As if it had a machine memory of what it already had once done
to the big muscled superhero brute, it's merge to wrap the outer sucking
nozzle around the big man's dick line on his trunks brought an instant
recognition from Superman's brain, and stopped him cold. Acting like the
giant sucking python it had become engulfing the bulge from Superman's
crotch like a curious rat got the man of steel all hot! He gulped a
silent gulp in his manly throat and looked down at it slightly. The thing
had already coaxed his cock to stimulate into a hard on almost instantly
and started to take it in the nozzle cylinder vacuum. While the one
nozzle was busily working on me, the one on Superman knew it needed to
concentrate deeply to keep him interested. Superman's muscular legs began
to buckle and his knees showed those strong timbers were feeling a bit
more like jelly. Both his knee caps struggled to maintain in front of me,
but made it's transition to touch each other in search of extra support.
The machine on Superman's captive cock thru his shorts began a deliberate
hard sucking motion that could please the most discernig man. I myself
thought the whole experiance of seeing this big handsome muscleman in
aching tight tights succumbing to a small unintimidating machine was
exhilerating in itself. He tried desperatly to reach over and touch the
side of the couch arm chair, but never made it. His two fingers just
pointed its direction without touching anything but air. He was looking
sweaty and I could see him close his eyes with anticipation of the hard
suctioning feeling he was recieving through his protruding shorts. I must
admit it was feeling pretty good, and it had managed to create a huge wet
spot of precum at the base of my cock all over the activskin tights.
Still, I was getting more turned on by seeing my honey having the time of
his life. I guess the timing couldnt be more right for us getting off
together like that. Superman keeled over finally grabbing onto the side
of arm chair resting his left palm over it. Oh! oh. oh. oh. oh. oh.. . .
.was what Superman was doing as the vacuum sex machine kept at him
sucking him off harder unforgivingly and swallowing every man steel cock
inch. Swallowing every bit of red material along with his hard horny
dickmeat making him sweat and moist around his red cape shoulders. At
last he could stand it no more, yanked the nozzle off of him, pulled down
his shorts, letting loose his hot cock, and layed hard on the couch
allowing the still funtioning nozzle to encompass him entirely again. His
tight lips showed an incredible lust for wanting to get off with all this
machine had to offer. He reached over with his left arm and wrapped
around me as he turned to me and demanded to kiss me solidly. There we
french kissed sloppily with our tongues lightly dripping over each other
in bobbing fish like harmony. The sucking motions almost took a back seat
as we both knew that we were madly in love with each other, and Superman
gave me a huge giant sized hicky on my neck! I was ready to die in piece,
but couldnt allow myself to leave Superman alone without someone to love
him. At least, as much as I do already. No. . .I'll stay with him through
think and thin, and endure even the most tantalizing gadgets he has to
concoct. We pulled back enough to gaze into each other's eyes and I knew.
. .he was having a good time. But just then, he let out a heaving gasp
and I'm sure he was letting go of his wad into the machine's cavity. His
eyes crossed only slightly as being hit over the head with a blunt
object, and he grumbled deep in his big masculine throat, giving a
quivering grin of anguish. I reached over and switched off the machine
which let the two nozzles relax to fall off, laying dribbles on the
carpet. Superman got up and took off his super shirt and cape. Standing
only in wet stained trunks, tights, and boots, he flexed his big hairy
chest muscles and strode off into the bedroom. You know it's just like
him, and I'll say it again. I am definatly the wife in this scenario
having me always picking up the darn mess!

THE END