OK good readers. Today you get to read a story totally original by me, not
taken from any joke I heard, and never placed online anywhere except SlutWives
before now. I am sure that later this story will be shortened and going around the net
as a short joke because of the ending, but I claim credit on 9 Jan 2011. Enjoy.
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HER MAGIC PETER
By EroticWriter
"That is the most realistic looking...'dildo' I have ever seen." She shook
her head in dis-belief. "I went to a 'sex toy' party with some girlfriends
about a year ago, and I never saw one that looked like that! And besides
that, this one has balls!"
"It's not a 'dildo,' miss. It is real."
"You're kidding."
"No, touch it. Go ahead and feel it."
Gingerly, and with a little giggle, she reached her right hand forward and
touched it with one finger. "It's warm," she exclaimed in shock!
"Yes. As I said, it is very real, and living."
*
Old Mr. Schwartz watched through the windows of his pawn and antique shop as
that lovely miss he had admired two or three times in the past parked her
blue Nissan 370Z in front of the Starbucks across the street. The area
around the shop had deteriorated over the years, and now there was an
ongoing community effort to revitalize the neighborhood.
The Starbucks was a good start, bringing new and oftentimes younger
customers into the neighborhood. Mr. Schwartz's shop had seen a slight
increase in business in recent weeks. He sighed and thought, 'maybe someday
she will take note of my place and come across the street.'
Mr. Schwartz was to get his wish today. After about 20 minutes Mr. Schwartz
watched as she came out of the Starbucks and instead of getting in and
driving off, looked both ways and carefully began crossing the street on
foot. His heart leaped as she drew closer, because he could see a definite
jiggling under her silk blouse, indicating that what she had was real and
not enhanced by plastic.
She was looking absolutely gorgeous with her long black hair, which she was
wearing straight with only a curl at the end as it lay across her shoulders.
Her breasts had to be at least a 'C' cup under there, and her legs, wow. Not
only did her long legs reach all the way to the street, but also they had
calves and thighs that would be the dream of any 'leg' man.
She was stepping carefully in her high heels as she crossed over the rough
blacktop in the soon-to-be-repaved street. Mr. Schwartz knew right off that
she wouldn't be looking to pawn something, not if she drove a car like the
Z. Maybe he could interest her in some antiques, and one in particular.
He pretended to notice her for the first time by looking up as she entered and
the antique chime above the door went off with a melodious tune.
"Good morning miss, how may I help you'" Mr. Schwartz gave her his warmest
smile, reserved only for the special customers. She smiled and looked about
uncertainly. "I'm not looking for anything in particular. I just happened to
notice your shop, the antique sign I mean, and wanted to look around."
"Feel free. Our smaller items you will find over to your right, and the
larger items such as picture frames, desks, and the like are more towards
the middle and back of the store. The left side of our shop as you face it
is for pawned items that have come up for sale. None of those will much
qualify as antiques. If you see anything of particular interest, just call
me."
"Thank you. I think I'll start over to the right, with your smaller items."
She began browsing, and Mr. Schwartz pretended to resume whatever it was he
was doing at his counter. But he was very aware of her movements.
Fortunately the shop was empty at the moment save for her, and he hoped that
it would remain that way.
When he saw that she was eventually coming his way, he quietly reached
under his counter and pulled out a very uniquely carved chest. The chest
measured twelve inches long, six inches wide, and six inches high plus
the curved lid, which at its highest point made the chest stand about nine
inches tall.
Setting the trap.
Making sure that she was not looking in his direction, he placed it on the
counter where she would be sure to see it.
A couple of minutes later she was there. Now finally standing close to him,
she towered over Mr. Schwartz, who stood just five feet five in height.
"Oooh, this is a lovely piece," she said, her voice rising with excitement. "What
is it? It looks like it might really be old by the way the wood is carved and some
of that marble or whatever stone it might be is inlaid into the sides."
She was close enough now for Mr. Schwartz to see more details unaided by
glasses. She was wearing a wedding band, and a nice but not overly expensive
engagement ring. Her being married might put a crimp into things, but
considering how very fine she was looking, Schwartz decided to give it a shot.
"That box is very special Ma'am, and I see by your rings that you might be
married, and we normally only show it to single women."
That was a sure way to ring them in. Tell them it's not for them, and they always
want to know more, and maybe, get it.
Her look, as expected, was one of complete surprise. "Single women only? But
why, what difference could it possibly make?" Then, as she studied the box
and its dimensions a little more, her face turned slightly red and as she
thought of what it might contain, she said, "Ooh."
His prepared plan is put into action.
"Don't be embarrassed. The box, as you might be thinking, contains something
that...let's see, under today's liberal standards you would rate as 'R,' but a few
years ago, it would definitely have had an X rating."
Her reaction was what he was hoping for. "May I see inside?" As she spoke,
she reached for the lid and saw that it had a small, very intricately
designed metal lock on it, which looked confusing to operate.
"As the current owner," Mr. Schwartz answered, "I am the only person who can
open the box. Through the ages, only the person in personal possession of the
box can know and understand its operation."
She giggled. "You make it sound like those shows I have seen on TV where the
old shop owner has a lamp, and if you rub it, a genie pops out and grants
three wishes."
He looked intently into her eyes, and said, "Yes, something magical like that, exactly."
Now he had her interest, undivided.
He pretended to look around to make sure no one was listening although he
knew full well the shop was empty except for the two of them. "It's something
that is only available for short rental periods. You could never afford the
purchase price, and I will probably hang onto the piece until I pass on."
Schwartz could see the look in her eyes. He had her now.
"Rental periods? What...what's inside the box?"
"As I have stated, we normally only show this to single women. Can you be
discreet' I see that you are wearing wedding rings."
"Yes, please. I really want to know..."
"This item," Mr. Schwartz went on to say, "has been known to break up marriages."
Now she really wanted to know. "Please, what's in the box?"
He paused for effect. "It's a 'Magic Peter.'
"A...a 'what?"' Her face almost turned red.
"A Magic Peter," he repeated, and as she watched, he moved his fingers over
the hasp, and magically, without his actually touching it, the lid opened enough
for him to grasp it underneath and lift.
"Ohhh, wow," she exclaimed, not believing her eyes, for within, complete
with testicles and 'lying on its back' you might say such as it would appear
on a man with an erection who was so positioned, was a penis, a very real
looking penis.
Lying on a red satin padded surface, it was huge, thick and going almost
nine inches long plus testicles and almost totally filling the box end to end.
The skin was exact, true in its detail, and almost completely covered the
head. In other words, this penis was uncircumcised.
"Do you like it," Mr. Schwartz asked in a low, confidential tone?
"That is the most realistic looking...'dildo' I have ever seen." She shook
her head in dis-belief. "I went to a 'sex toy' party with some girlfriends
about a year ago, and I never saw one that looked like that! And besides
that, this one has balls!"
"It's not a 'dildo,' miss. It is real."
"You're kidding."
"No, touch it. Go ahead and feel it."
Gingerly, and with a little giggle, she reached her right hand forward and
touched it with one finger. "It's warm," she exclaimed in shock!
"Yes. As I said, it is very real, and living."
"But how? I mean, it can't possibly be alive. Stuff like this only happens in
movies!" She looked around the store, ensuring herself that no one else was
present.
"It came to me many years ago, and I have treasured and held onto it ever
since. Only a few women could afford to rent it, and in order to keep the
Magic Peter happy, I only show him to the finest looking women."
"Keep him happy? It sounds like you...you are saying it has a brain."
"Exactly. And I am sure he would find you to be high up among the finest
looking women."
She stared silently at Mr. Schwartz as she realized that he had paid her a
compliment. Then, finally: "It can't possibly be a thinking entity. It's just
some kind of dildo. It still has to be held, and manipulated in order for it
to, well, in order for it to...'"
She seemed at a loss for words to describe what she was thinking, or, based
upon her reddening cheeks, she was too embarrassed to say it. Mr. Schwartz
finished for her. but avoided using a graphic description. "In order for it to
feel good?"
"Yes." Her face was now bright red.
"Magic Peter does not have to be held, or manipulated. It does all the movements
on its own. Do you mind if I am more descriptive as I tell you how? I don't want to
offend you with my language."
She studied him for a couple of seconds, decided this old man must be harmless,
and answered. "Yes, please tell me."
That was, from long experience, what Mr. Schwartz wanted to hear. Now he could
get graphic with his language, something he had learned tended to arouse some
women and expedite things.
"Magic Peter will do whatever you tell it to do. If you want it to fuck your pussy, you
give the command. The same thing applies wherever you want it to make the fucking
movements, back and forth, in and out, all done with gentleness or roughly,
however you want it."
"Roughly?" She studied it, as if thinking how taking something that size hard and
rough might be. "But it's so big."
"Magic knows when to be gentle. My customers through the years have told me. It
knows, seems to sense what the woman that it is servicing wants at the time.
It will be slow, and gentle. If the woman needs it faster or harder perhaps
so that she can reach her orgasm, Magic senses that and adjusts its movements
accordingly.
It might look like a penis, but somehow, magically, it has a mind as well."
She seemed in awe at what he was stating. "It doesn't go too deep?"
He smiled and looked up into her eyes. "Magic knows just how much, and how
far to go in order to please a pussy."
"You're calling it 'Magic.' Is that its real name'?
"Yes, in order to give it the commands, you first address him by his full
name, Magic Peter."
She swallowed, and Mr. Schwartz could tell by her eyes, the color of her
cheeks, and the way her breasts were heaving under that silk blouse and
the outline of hard nipples showing that she was now thoroughly aroused.
Would she go for it?
SHE DID.
"How much to rent it?"
The bait had been set out, and the fox had taken it.
Inwardly, Mr. Schwartz smiled. It almost without fail worked each time he
gave a lovely woman this presentation. By her asking how much to rent
it, she had just admitted without saying it out loud that her husband might
not measure up to her desires.
"Like I said Miss, it's very high. One thousand dollars for a 24 hour period."
Actually, the rent was five hundred, but Mr. Schwartz had deliberately
doubled the price for this woman because she was so fine and he had a plan.
She sighed in resignation. "I could never afford that. My husband gives me
an allowance, and I do have about that much in my current balance, but it
would be hard to explain where it went."
She looked pleadingly at Mr. Schwartz. "Is there any other way?"
Excellent! She had come around more quickly than he had expected. She either
is a very horny woman or is unhappy with her sex life at home, or maybe
both. "Well, there is a way that I could reduce the rent to perhaps, half?"
"To 500? H...How?" She was looking back and forth now between Mr.
Schwartz and Magic.
"I know that I look like an old man, but I still have my needs. My wonderful wife
passed on several years ago, and I have been alone since then." He waited to
see if she would say what he is thinking.
She sighed. "You want me to, let you 'make love' to me, is that it?"
Mr. Schwartz smiled. Just like a housewife who is not all that experienced,
she was referring to the sex act as 'making love', even though if she and he
were doing it, it would be a physical act of sex between two strangers.
"Yes, that is exactly what I meant. I have a room with a bed in back, and I
could close the shop for an hour or so."
In the past, some women had seemed shocked upon hearing 'for an hour.'
They sometimes would reply: "That's like saying that if were a '******,' that
I would only be worth $500 for an hour of my time. That's not much money."
He would have them then with his reply. "But a moment ago you were saying
that $500 is a lot of money."
They would stare wide-eyed, and then, shake their head and admit, 'That's true."
This gal seemed unfazed by that. She seemed to be thinking it over seriously
now. "Still, that other $500 is a lot of money."
She had just admitted that she would do this, fuck him to save $500 and still
be willing to lay out $500 in order to take Magic home with her for 24 hours.
Mr. Schwartz beamed. That was exactly what he wanted to hear, because he
has a friend. Now he would find out how far this extremely lovely married
woman is willing to go.
"I have a friend, about my age. His wife passed recently, and he too has been
alone. He is nice looking for his age, better looking than me, and not so short."
She was quick to assure him. "What is your name?" He told her and she went
on. "Mr. Schwartz, your height wouldn't bother me, nor your age. It's just that
I am married, and doing it for real with one or two men would be cheating on
my husband."
She lowered her eyes. "Besides, I've never been with anyone else, that way."
'Fuck me. She might be a first timer.' His pulse quickened because he loved
the challenge of being the first to score on an innocent wife.
Mr. Schwartz laughed, but gently so as not to make fun of her. "It wouldn't
matter so much if you were to fuck, excuse me, make love with my friend and
me.
If or when you 'make love' with Magic Peter, that would be the same as
'cheating' because he is real. Go on, feel him again, this time with more
fingers."
She seemed to hesitate and he urged her on. "Pick Magic Peter up and
hold him so you can feel what a cock designed to please women in the
ultimate fashion feels like."
She stared at Mr. Schwartz, then reached down and gingerly felt Magic Peter,
first with two fingers, then picking him up slightly and wrapping her hand
around him. "It feels heavy. And it does feel so real, and it's warm all over."
"You shouldn't refer to him as 'it.' Since Magic Peter is real, call him 'he.'
"He feels real, and alive. I just don't see how it is possible."
"To find out, you have to take him home with you, and I can assure you, the
experience will be the most 'real' thing you have ever done in your life."
Unable to resist any longer, she made a snap decision.
"O.K., I'll do it. Can we start now? Is your friend close enough?"
"I'll call him. He can be here in less than ten minutes." Though Mr. Schwartz
had several antique clocks on the walls and working, he checked the modern
electronic watch on his wrist.
That watch was listed in stores for over $4,000. A man had came in, pawned
it for "$500, and never returned. After 90 days the watch belonged to Mr.
Schwartz.
The interesting thing was, some of the clocks on his walls were just as accurate,
though he had to keep some of them wound, a routine he enjoyed doing.
"It's ten minutes to lunchtime. In the meantime, you can keep looking around
the shop, or if you prefer and no one comes in while we are waiting, you can
just look at, and if you like, hold Magic in your hands."
Mr. Schwartz made a quick call, then went to the front door and put up a
'Closed" sign, in which he had little watch hands which he set to show that
he would be open again at one-thirty.
He figured that this woman rated an hour and a half at least, and if things
were going well and more time was required, he could always change
those hour hands to further out.
The tall beauty, whose name he learned after asking was 'Betty,' was
wandering around the shop, but she looked restless, perhaps anxious.
Five minutes passed, and then suddenly Betty walked quickly up to
Mr. Schwartz.
"It's some kind of trick! You've managed to create the most realistic dildo
of all time, and now you plan to, to do some fucking, you, your buddy and
me.
Then when I take it home, I'll find out that I will have to do all the work
of moving it with my hand. It might be a lovely little piece, but using
it isn't worth my cheating with not just one but with two men!"
He laughed gently and made sure to answer by using her name to further
confirm their new 'friendship.' "Betty, I can understand your concern and
suspicions. Come here and allow me to demonstrate how real Magic is."
When she came up next to him, he said, "Place your elbow up on the
counter with your hand and arm raised straight up."
Betty looked puzzled but did so.
"Now make a circle with your thumb and longest finger. Pretend that your
hand is your pussy in the doggy position." She did that and he said, "Open
a little more space between your fingers, Magic needs more room than that."
She did, and then he said; "Now you must give the command. I won't say it
all at once, using his name because that activates him. I will tell you and
then you say it all at once. Ready?"
Betty nodded nervously, and he went on. "First you say his full name, then
the command that you want to give, to have him do it, is the same as his name.
Any action he takes is referred to by 'Magic Peter' in the front.
If you want him to work on your pussy, you say after saying his name, 'Magic
Peter my pussy,' and he will do just that. For now you must tell him to do it to
your hand. Do you understand?"
A hand job in reverse.
She giggled and nodded nervously and continued to hold her hand upwards,
elbow locked on the desk and fingers in a circle. "Magic Peter, Magic Peter
my hand. Ooooh!"
Just that quickly, the Magic Peter had somehow risen out of the box and
started fucking the circle her fingers had created. Sort of floating in the air,
it was moving back and forth slowly, taking about a four-inch stroke, and
because the foreskin was allowing him to move without dragging her hand
back and forth, Betty's hand remained steady in place.
Mouth wide open, she stared in shock, with an expression that gradually
changed to one of fascination, and then joy. "Oooh, he's so cute, and he
knows just what to do!"
While looking him over, Betty was turning her hand at the wrist, keeping
her elbow on the counter, and at one point she brought Magic Peter's tip
so close to her mouth that Mr. Schwartz thought she was about to suck it.
Her mouth open wide, Betty watched Magic fucking her fingers for another
20 seconds and noticed that he was dripping slightly from the tip. "He's
getting wet! There's stuff, it looks like pre-coital fluid coming out!"
"Exactly. Like I told you, Magic is real. He will provide you with lubrication
when needed, and I have been told by my finer looking ladies that he will
sometimes get extra firm, seem to grow a little in size, and ejaculate.
And when he does it, the women have told me that they can feel him
cumming. Also, they say that his ejaculate looks, feels, smells, and tastes
just like the real thing."
"Do...do you think he would do that with me?"
"Oh yes Betty. Like I have said, you are one of the finer looking ladies,
the kind that Magic really goes for.
I believe that Magic is particular with his women, but if he is fucking a
lady that particularly turns him on, he has very real feelings and lets it go."
"Oh, I bet he will like me. I'll make him cum more than once, you can bet
on that!" She turned Magic around slightly and took a close look at the area
behind his balls, which was sealed up and smooth. "Where do you fill him?"
Mr. Schwartz laughed. "Magic doesn't need refills. He is a perpetual dick,
with a reservoir of balls that never run dry."
"It just doesn't seem possible." As Magic continued to slow fuck her hand,
Betty left her elbow up on the counter and used her head to give Magic
another complete look on all sides. "Now his pre-fluid is really flowing. My
fingers and the palm of my hand are soaked."
"Yes ma'am. There's no doubt that Magic is turned on to you. If he was
inside you now, he would undoubtedly be having an orgasm about now."
"And keep going?"
"Oh yes Betty. Magic can stay hard as long as it's needed, and of course
he starts out almost 9 inches long when he's at rest."
Betty was getting anxious now. "When is your friend, Oh, is that him now?"
"Yes, that's Rubie, a nickname for his last name, which is Rubenstein." And
with that, Mr. Schwartz went to the door and admitted his friend, who, when
he entered, Betty greeted with a smile before realizing that she was still
holding the fucking Magic Peter in the air in front of her.
Her face turned red, and Rubie laughed in greeting. "Schwartz, I see that
you have been demonstrating to this lovely lady what Magic can do for her."
"Yes Rubie, and this is Betty. I needed to prove to her that there are no
tricks. What she sees is what she gets."
With both men staring at her as she held the still pumping penis, Betty asked,
"How can I stop him?" Already, knowing now what she must do, she was
excited at the prospects. Old Mr. Schwartz, though not real attractive to her, was
very nice, and this Rubie guy she found to be physically attractive.
"Same way, less words,' Mr. Schwartz responded. Just call him by name once
and say, "Stop petering my hand."
She grinned excitedly and stared at the pumping penis, which now could be
seen as having a very wet and shiny tip each time the penis came forward out
of the foreskin. "Magic Peter, stop petering my hand!"
Instantly the penis was lying in its original position in the box, on its back,
foreskin again covering the head, and the tip now appeared to have
somehow dried itself.
Betty stared in wonderment as she studied her hand, which was still slippery
with fluid. "It works. It really works."
"Yes," replied Mr. Schwartz, who was ready to hand her a tissue with which
to wipe her hand. He also had an erection, which he was rubbing with one
hand., and she saw it.
"Let's go into the back. I need to turn on my alarm first."
Over the past twelve years, Mr. Schwartz had gone through this a couple
dozen times, but this woman looked to be maybe the most exciting of the
bunch.
Mr. Schwartz reached under his counter and pushed two buttons, then
raised up and let both his friend Rubie and Betty through a door and into
a back room.
The room was about the size of an average motel room, was paneled in
wood on the walls, and covered with many photos, many antiques. There
was a sink along one wall in front of a mirror, towels on a rack, but no
toilet or shower.
Besides an antique wooden dresser with five drawers along one wall, in
the center of the room was a doublewide bed, with white sheets that
looked fresh and clean. Two pillows were at the head.
"This looks nice," Betty said, her eyes wide and head nodding, "and clean."
Mr. Schwartz smiled. "I change the sheets once a week, whether I use them
or not."
"How convenient," she replied, smiling nervously. Her face appeared to have
reddened some.
"We have an hour. Let's get undressed." As both men pulled off first a
shirt, then trousers and underwear, they could not take their eyes off an
embarrassed looking Betty as she slowly stripped down.
Like they she, she was also staring at them.
Under that blue silk blouse and short skirt she was wearing a white
almost see-through bra and white panties that were now fitting tightly
up into her crack and looked quite damp.
All three now naked, they looked at one another. Four masculine eyes
studying the most lovely body they had ever seen, and two feminine eyes that
were seeing two circumcised penises pointing outright and not up because of
their age, but still firm and at least average in size if not a little more.
At least they might be a little larger than average, since they both had her
husband beat in length and width, and the one on Rubie looked to be a little
bit thicker than the penis on Schwartz.
Mr. Schwartz saw how she was staring at them, looking like she was comparing
maybe, and had to ask. "Since you say you've never been with another man,
how do we...compare, Betty, if you don't mind me asking?"
She hesitated, then smiled. "Since you already know how excited I got when
I first saw Magic and that probably gave it away, I might as well admit it. Both
of you are larger than my husband. Close, but enough that I can see the
difference."
"That's good Betty. If you are going to have your first experience with someone
other than your husband, you want them to be feeling different as well." Old
Mr. Schwartz must have been reading her mind, because she smiled and nodded.
"Let's lie down. Enough of this standing stiffly around," Mr. Schwartz said jokingly.
Mr. Schwartz, since he was the owner of Magic the Peter, went first, and
after lovingly fondling her breasts and getting an at first reluctant kiss that
would have turned passionate had she not quickly broken it off, he gently
fondled her pussy and waited until she was aroused enough that she had
anxiously reached for and then guided him as he entered her.
Feeling a snug and warm pussy that felt almost untouched by man, Mr. Schwartz
fucked Betty slowly and lovingly while she laid wide open on her back and
sighed with pleasure.
Though she had not expected it, Betty was about to receive a good fucking
from two older and well experienced men who knew how to last, something
that was lacking on the home front.
Mr. Schwartz waited over a minute, and when Betty seemed to be more
than turned on, he tentatively placed his lips over hers again, and this time
was pleased when Betty responded, complete with tongue.
"Enjoying yourself?" Betty opened her eyes, looked up and saw that Rubie was
standing beside the bed and watching them while slowly jacking his penis,
which was dripping slightly.
"Yes," she responded, while looking up at Rubie and taking note as to how long
and thick his cock looked to her inexperienced eyes. "Mr. Schwartz feels good. I
didn't know that it would be this nice, cheating, and I'm glad that I came back
here now."
"Yes," Schwartz added, joining in with the conversation, "and you are making
two old and lonely men very happy today, and Magic will do his wonders with
you when you get home."
"I will have him for 24 hours? It's around 12:30, now and I have Magic from
one thirty on, and my husband comes home around six so I won't have much
time today."
Schwartz giggled slightly and responded both with his voice and his penis as
he began fucking her more vigorously. "Yes. Feel 'that' Betty while I fuck
your delicious pussy.
There will be more than adequate time for you to have as many orgasms as
you can handle before your husband comes home. Now remember, you have
Magic for 24 hours so you will need to hide him before your husband gets home,
then tomorrow when he leaves for work you can let our mutual friend work his
magic on you again."
She was talking haltingly now, between shoves of the Schwartz penis,
surprisingly hard for an old man. "Yes, I'll b-bring him back, I p-promise.
But I mmm-might hate to d-do so."
She groaned and tightened her grip on Schwartz. "Matter of fact," she
said haltingly and with jerky gasps, "I just m-m-might hate having to-to
leave this room b-b-beforehand."
Not wanting to go on interrupting her speech, and needing to slow so
he could maintain some control, Schwartz eased off on his pumping.
"What if I get addicted to that big thing? Based on what you tell me, he
will be the best fuck of my life." She giggled, 'besides you I mean."
Betty laughed and gripped his ass more tightly as Schwartz fucked her
with more vigor after having heard her say that he is a good fuck.
Normally old man Schwartz had no problem holding back, but with this
woman, he felt almost like a teenager again as he enjoyed the feel of her
marvelous pussy, so snug and yet so openly inviting.
Her face so lovely, those lips so delicious. Even her tongue, meeting his
so eagerly and willingly.
Schwartz again slowed his pumping because he was approaching orgasm.
"If you wish to visit with Magic again, after tomorrow, I might be able to
arrange one more 'free' session."
"Free? How? I'd like that."
"After you get all rested up and are horny again, probably a day or two
later, you can have Magic here on this bed, and Rubie and I will watch."
She sighed with pleasure but concern. "I don't know if I could 'do' two men
plus Magic."
"No,' Schwartz answered, trying desperately to hold back his orgasm by
stopping completely. "You wouldn't have to fuck Rubie and me. We would just
sit and watch while Magic does his thing.
With no physical body standing between him and us, we would have an
unobstructed view of how he is stretching and working your pussy."
Betty giggled. "And be playing with yourselves?"
"Of course."
"I'll do it. Won't make any difference if you see me and Magic together, at
least not after today and me making love with both of you."
"Yes," Rubie interjected as he stroked his dick and stared down at them.
"Keep calling it *making love*. That's nice because I think I am already in
love with you."
Betty looked up at Rubie, smiled and said, "He's going to make me cum!"
Just then, as Betty gripped his ass in anticipation of pulling him in deeper
as she enjoys her first orgasm outside marriage, Schwartz groaned loudly
and blasted a surprisingly strong load of ancient sperm into the spot that
he had found to be so delightful, his best ever.
Betty had never before felt an orgasm such as this, and she responded
with a moan and a passionate kiss as she climaxed along with him. Her
best ever, the longest ever, she broke out into a sweat.
She sensed Mr. Schwartz's need for closeness now, and willingly, even
passionately, returned his kiss, one that was more gentle, and yet, more
satisfying.
As Betty held him tightly with her arms and now her legs, Mr. Schwartz
rested for over a minute longer before pulling out. Schwartz knew now.
One cum and Betty had drained him completely. There would be no
second time for him today.
The blue pill he had in stock, but time was too short now to take advantage.
Besides, it was Rubie's turn.
"Your turn Rubie, She took it all out of me. Tried to hold back, but she
kisses like a real lover and her pussy is so nice."
"Do you want me to clean up a little first?"
Betty was still breathing hard. Her body looked shiny with sweat as she
looked up at Rubie after Schwartz had weakly climbed off her and the bed.
She was lying unashamedly, body shiny with sweat, her legs spread wide
and with some juice oozing slowly out of her shiny pussy. If this had been
another situation, such as she was cheating for the first time with some
man, she would have been too embarrassed to be on display like this.
Only one man, her husband, had ever seen her ******* like this, and rarely
at that. And here Betty was, freshly fucked and leaving herself wide open for
man number two.
It had only taken a few minutes of conversation for an old man to pervert a
formerly innocent and faithful wife and turn her into a near slut.
"You have to go back into the main store to get to the bathroom, so just use
this clean towel." Still fully naked, Schwartz almost staggered over to where
the towel was stored on a shelf, grasped it, returned to the bed, and instead
of handing it to Betty, bent over and gently began wiping her pussy lips on
the outside until they appeared to be dry.
He saw the smile on her face, and looking up, saw that her forehead was
still shiny with wetness. Smiling down at her, Schwartz grasped a dry portion
of the towel and used it to gently wipe her brow.
Oh how he loved this woman. If only he was twenty years younger. No,
more like thirty younger.
For the first time perhaps, Mr. Schwartz was dreading having to turn a wife
of another man over to his friend Rubie. This one is special.
'Might as well be honest with what I tell her,' he was thinking. 'She'll be
feeling it soon enough.'
"Now I have you ready for Mr. Rubenstein, and I think you will find his
thicker than my cock to be quite exciting."
"He'll have to go some to top you, Mr. Schwartz," she said with a wink and
a smile. "Your thicker than my husband's cock I found to be quite exciting
and..." she smiled again, "very satisfying."
With a big sigh as Mr. Schwartz finished with his wiping of her inner and
outer lips, she looked expectantly at Rubenstein and opened her legs
another few inches in anticipation.
"Leave her wet on the inside. I like it good and wet." Rubie climbed onto
the bed and walked on his knees up between her welcoming legs. He placed
the tip of his thickish penis against her entrance, the first time and place he
had touched her, left it there, and while still up on his knees, fondled her breasts.
"Oi vay these tits are nice. Really fine tits to go along with the prettiest face
I have seen in a long time, not since my recently departed wife was young."
Betty looked up at Rubie, whom she had decided that she liked, very much.
He seemed to be a fine man, like Mr. Schwartz, and he was touching her at
the crack with a penis that was making her tingle. "I am sorry for your loss,
Rubie, and let me see if I can help you to forget, for a little while."
Rubie was only the third man ever to enter her, but so far the thickest. She
sighed, then gasped as his thick, not huge but thicker than two previous
penises began to enter her, stretching her lips and sliding inside on a
slippery cushion of Schwartz cum.
"Ooh Rubie. You feel good, just like Mr. Schwartz." Actually, Rubie felt
better since Betty was now completely aroused and the feel of a thicker
dick was stretching her. She needed thicker now because she was so
wet inside.
Being five years younger and in better shape than Schwartz, Rubie
lasted a little longer than Schwartz had. He fucked her slow, then fast,
then slow. He turned her over and did her doggy for a little while,
relishing the view as he and Schwartz looked down and saw how her lips
were being tugged in and out by his fat penis.
After Betty had enjoyed another orgasm, and still one more, they took
a short break and then Rubie, who had not yet cum, started again with
Betty in the doggy.
When Schwartz pointed to his watch, Rubie turned Betty over onto her
back, climbed on and began kissing her passionately. Betty groaned and
climaxed before Rubie had even really began pumping again. Rubie was
a minute behind her, and bathed Betty with her largest load ever.
It was over too quickly for Schwartz and Rubie, and yes, for Betty. "That
was nice," said Betty, as she stretched her body on the bed just before
Rubie this time began wiping her pussy lovingly with a different and dry
section of the towel.
"I came with both of you. I never dreamed, in a million years that two
strangers, two nice older men could affect me this way." She sighed. "I
even let you kiss me, both of you, and I loved doing it."
Rubie laughed. "Maybe thinking of having a little 'Magic' in your life got
you turned on?"
Betty responded with a laugh of her own. "Probably. Magic was, is the reason
I came back here, but I'm glad I did, really I am!"
"You have made two old men very happy today, and in a couple of days you can
do it again when you let Magic make love to you on this very bed while
we watch." Schwartz was using the towel that Rubie had handed him to wipe
his now very soft and small-looking penis.
Betty studied his circumcised penis while pretending to just be watching him
wipe. 'Geez,' she was thinking. 'His penis looks so small now. I can't believe it
felt so good inside me and made me cum like that.'
She glanced over at Rubie and watched as he wiped his deflated penis. 'It
looks pretty small too, bigger than Schwartz does, but not by much. And it
made me cum really, really good.'
"Here, let me help you fasten that bra," said Rubie, as Betty was reaching
behind herself. "Of course, you really don't need a bra your tits are so nice."
"I know, but my husband says my nipples show too much if I go without."
All three were now dressed and back in the front of the store. Schwartz
leaned under his counter and flicked the two switches so that his alarm was
now deactivated. He went over and removed the closed sign from the window.
"We beat my set time by just," he looked at his watch, "three minutes."
"Now I get to take Magic home," she asked, almost timidly?
"Of course. Let me copy your driver's license so I'll know where Magic is
going." After Betty had handed him her license and he had copied it, he
handed it back to her, then removed Magic from his box and stuck him in a
brown paper sack. He handed the sack to her. "Have Magic back by," he
checked his watch, "by one-thirty tomorrow."
She looked surprised; almost disappointed at being handed Magic in a brown
bag. "I can't take him in his box?"
"No. You see, that box is my security. No matter who takes Magic, no matter
where he goes, if he is locked up, stolen, or lost, he ALWAYS returns
magically to this box at the end of the 24 hours. This box is my protection."
"Oh, I see. That's probably a good thing. So I still need to bring him back
in person then?"
"Yes, that is for your credit rating."
"My 'credit rating?"
"Yes, bring him back, and you have proved yourself trustworthy and get to
visit with him on the bed in there on another day, two away."
Actually, there was more to it than that. She could simply let the 24 hours
lapse and allow Magic to 'disappear' back to his box, but Mr. Schwarz always
wanted his women to come to the store so he could enjoy vicariously, the
details of their fucking by Magic if they are willing to talk about it.
A couple of times, wives had admitted to him that they had called another
wife, a best friend over, so that they could have a 'threesome' with Magic.
And incredibly, one wife had told Rubie that she had invited the sister of
her husband over for a threesome with Magic, and the sister had not minded
it a bit that the wife was cheating on her brother.
After seeing Magic in action and then having Magic inside her, she had
understood, perfectly.
"I'll bring him back, I promise!" With a big smile, a peck on the lips for
both Schwartz and Rubie, Betty hurried out the door. Both men watched with
wonderment at how nice her ass looked under that skirt as she carefully but
hurriedly crossed the street, climbed into her Z, waved back at them and
drove away.
There was a long silence. Finally Rubie spoke. "The best fuck ever, bar none."
Schwartz nodded in agreement. "She was, that's for sure. Made me cum before
I really got started. And we have it all on disc!"
The 'alarm' buttons that Mr. Schwarz had pushed had actually been the buttons
to activate three hidden cameras, which had gotten all the action from different
angles.
Rube laughed, and Schwartz joined in. "Shall I call Devon and invite him
over tonight?"
"Hell yes. Let him see what he missed today."
"O.K' Let's make it about seven."
Betty can hardly wait!
Betty was driving home hurriedly, but carefully. She did not want to get
caught up in an accident with a giant 'living dildo' in her car. She arrived
home, grabbed the sack and locking the car behind her, rushed into the
house. "I'm not even going to take time to shower,' she thought to herself
as she hurried into the bedroom.
Stripping down, she removed Magic from the sack, took him to the bed with
her, laid down on her back and, after laying Magic onto the mattress, and
spreading her legs, nervously and with a trembling body, said the words.
"Magic Peter, Magic Peter my pussy. Oooooooh, Oooooh Gawd!"
Three men do their thing.
Rubie arrived at Schwartz's home at seven sharp. Devon arrived just a minute
later. Devon was a young black man, just 25 and handsome, and he had worked
for Mr. Schwartz in the shop while going to college.
Once obtaining his degree in finance, Devon had moved on to a better paying
job with a large industrial firm just a mile down the road. He had become a
very good friend to Schwartz and Rubie, and today he had lost out because
it had been Rubie's turn to be called.
Also, Rubie, being retired, had more freedom to respond instantly to a call
from Schwartz.
After greetings and handshakes, a ritual they always observed even if they
had seen each other earlier on the same day, they moved into the famous (to
them) Schwartz den. Along one side of the room and side-by-side were three
large high definition screens, 50 inches in size, and under each one was a
DVD player.
"Smartest thing I ever did, hiding and installing those three cameras in
that back room. Now we get to watch Betty getting fucked from three angles,
and we won't miss a thing." Repeating himself, for Schwartz had said the
same thing before, the other two nodded, their growing excitement showing.
"Now, Devon, you get to see what you missed out on today, maybe the best
ever, and when she comes back for another bout with Magic in a day or so,
we plan to have you here. Then we can get you on three DVDs fucking her as well."
"Do you think she will go for fucking me," Devon asked as he dropped his
trousers and laid them on a table beside a large stuffed couch?
"I'm pretty sure she will," Schwartz responded. "She's a hot number, and she
sounded like she really wanted to come back here and put on a show for us.
She'll be expecting two men that are going to watch her with Magic, but when
a third man pops in sporting a big hard on the size of Magic, I think she'll
be more than ready."
"Even though I'm black?"
Schwartz and Rubie both laughed. "Especially because you're black! And
she might like the fact that you have a foreskin too, just like Magic Peter."
Let the movies begin.
All three now naked on the lower half, a ritual they had performed a few
times before, Schwartz said, "Let's hit the buttons," and they all three hit
a button on a DVD player at the same time.
The show now running in near perfect synchronization on three large
screens, they all returned to the couch and grasped their firm erections.
The videos were in sharp focus and in almost perfect synchronization as the
three men slowly stroked their bulging penises and watched the action on
screen(s). Two men seeing themselves just a few hours after the event, and
another wishing he had been there.
Twenty minutes later Devon laughed. As usual, none of the men had shot his
load yet. They always saved that till near the end. "That sure looks good,
Rubie, the way your dick is stretching her snatch there in the doggy!"
"Yeah," Schwartz replied in response to Devon's comment with a laugh, and
you can see that I was right there with my head down and looking right at
it."
"Sheeeeit," Devon said with a grin. "If you had been watching my dick right
there up close and personal, you really would have seen that hot white
snatch being stretched."
"It's better than just 'hot white snatch,' Devon, don't forget that. It's married
hot white snatch!"
"Even better," Devon said enthusiastically as he gave his penis a visible stroke
they could see, "even better."
Both old men not only accepted the fact that Devon had a much larger penis,
they welcomed it, because watching Devon give it to Betty would probably
be even more exciting than seeing her being fucked by Magic Peter.
Except for how his body would be blocking the view some of the time.
"We will, soon enough. Tomorrow maybe, more likely the day after, you'll be
fucking her good, and we'll be jacking and watching." That was Rubie
talking, and he added: "You won't get to fuck her for long, because she'll
be there expecting to put on a show with Magic and we don't want to wear her
out beforehand."
"So you're sure she'll fuck me, even though I'm black and it will be a total
surprise?"
"Yes, Schwartz said in answer. We won't tell her about you in advance so
she'll be sure to show up. Once she sees your big Wang she'll be open to all
suggestions and offers.
She'll be excited about it, I predict, because after fucking Magic today and
maybe tomorrow morning, she'll be having a craving for someone with a
big cock to wrap her arms and legs around, and she can't do that with Magic."
"And I'll have the big meat she's craving, right?" said Devon as he proudly
stroked his uncircumcised 8-incher and displayed it to the two men.
"Yeah," replied Rubie, who had seen that cock several times before. "Not
quite as big as Magic, but big enough for her to wrap everything around.
Her pussy, her arms and her legs."
They all laughed and continued to watch as Betty orgasmed with Rubie. They
would re-run the videos, and each one would jack off and come at the spot
he personally liked the best.
And soon, they would have Betty in front of them once again, and this
time getting her on disc taking a fat black one as a warm-up for the
'big event' with Magic Peter.
Betty goes for round two with Magic.
Betty awakened suddenly. "Oh crap, I've dozed off!" She checked the time on
the clock beside she and her husband's bed. 'Past four thirty. Maybe time for one
more before little dick comes home." Her husband was *******, but he had
been awarded a secret new name by his wife.
She had already made Magic cum once, and she wanted to make him cum
again while she enjoyed two or three more orgasms.
Magic Peter was lying beside her as she opened her legs. "Magic Peter, Magic
Peter my pussy. Ooooooh yesssssss!"
Twenty minutes later Betty had reached still another intense orgasm with
Magic, although those two men had kind of used her up beforehand. 'Magic
must like me because he got bigger and harder and came in me twice today,'
she was thinking as she lay quietly, hugging a king size pillow with her
arms while Magic pumped into her slowly and gently.
Betty was correct in her thinking. Magic did indeed like her. He knew good
pussy when he's inside it, and this one was extra special on the outside as well.
It was to be a quiet time, their last for today, and Magic seemed to know
just how and at what angle to do it and just how deep to go, just like Mr.
Schwartz had promised.
"Betty?"
'Oh shit. My husband's home early!' There wasn't time to give the command to
stop, and her husband would hear in any case. Quickly, in desperation, Betty
pulled the sheet over herself and raised both her legs so that her knees
were bent under the sheet in the form of a tent. 'Maybe he won't notice.'"
"Betty' I'm home early. What are you doing in bed," her husband asked as he
entered the bedroom?
His forehead wrinkled into a frown, then he asked stupidly because it would
have to be a very short midget to fit into such a small space. "And who's
that under the sheet with you?"
Caught!
Betty answered nervously. "That...that's my Magic Peter."
Planning to grab the sheet and pull it off her, her husband rushed forward
with a scowl on his face. "Magic Peter? Magic Peter my ass!"
Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh Ooooohhhhhhhhh Aaaaaaaaaah Uhhh uhhhhh!"
Betty jumped out of bed. Magic had the power to pass through clothing;
anything once the command is given.
"Uuuh Uuuh Uuuh Ohhh please Betty can you stop it?"
Betty was acting concerned while smiling inwardly at seeing that her husband
now had an erection ******* as he hurriedly tugged his pants down.
Because she was enjoying this, it took Betty another three minutes to calm
her terrified husband enough to teach him the command and to say the
words that would stop the magic petering, but not before he had shot a
load as Magic Peter also shot a mighty load into his sore ass.
taken from any joke I heard, and never placed online anywhere except SlutWives
before now. I am sure that later this story will be shortened and going around the net
as a short joke because of the ending, but I claim credit on 9 Jan 2011. Enjoy.
*
HER MAGIC PETER
By EroticWriter
"That is the most realistic looking...'dildo' I have ever seen." She shook
her head in dis-belief. "I went to a 'sex toy' party with some girlfriends
about a year ago, and I never saw one that looked like that! And besides
that, this one has balls!"
"It's not a 'dildo,' miss. It is real."
"You're kidding."
"No, touch it. Go ahead and feel it."
Gingerly, and with a little giggle, she reached her right hand forward and
touched it with one finger. "It's warm," she exclaimed in shock!
"Yes. As I said, it is very real, and living."
*
Old Mr. Schwartz watched through the windows of his pawn and antique shop as
that lovely miss he had admired two or three times in the past parked her
blue Nissan 370Z in front of the Starbucks across the street. The area
around the shop had deteriorated over the years, and now there was an
ongoing community effort to revitalize the neighborhood.
The Starbucks was a good start, bringing new and oftentimes younger
customers into the neighborhood. Mr. Schwartz's shop had seen a slight
increase in business in recent weeks. He sighed and thought, 'maybe someday
she will take note of my place and come across the street.'
Mr. Schwartz was to get his wish today. After about 20 minutes Mr. Schwartz
watched as she came out of the Starbucks and instead of getting in and
driving off, looked both ways and carefully began crossing the street on
foot. His heart leaped as she drew closer, because he could see a definite
jiggling under her silk blouse, indicating that what she had was real and
not enhanced by plastic.
She was looking absolutely gorgeous with her long black hair, which she was
wearing straight with only a curl at the end as it lay across her shoulders.
Her breasts had to be at least a 'C' cup under there, and her legs, wow. Not
only did her long legs reach all the way to the street, but also they had
calves and thighs that would be the dream of any 'leg' man.
She was stepping carefully in her high heels as she crossed over the rough
blacktop in the soon-to-be-repaved street. Mr. Schwartz knew right off that
she wouldn't be looking to pawn something, not if she drove a car like the
Z. Maybe he could interest her in some antiques, and one in particular.
He pretended to notice her for the first time by looking up as she entered and
the antique chime above the door went off with a melodious tune.
"Good morning miss, how may I help you'" Mr. Schwartz gave her his warmest
smile, reserved only for the special customers. She smiled and looked about
uncertainly. "I'm not looking for anything in particular. I just happened to
notice your shop, the antique sign I mean, and wanted to look around."
"Feel free. Our smaller items you will find over to your right, and the
larger items such as picture frames, desks, and the like are more towards
the middle and back of the store. The left side of our shop as you face it
is for pawned items that have come up for sale. None of those will much
qualify as antiques. If you see anything of particular interest, just call
me."
"Thank you. I think I'll start over to the right, with your smaller items."
She began browsing, and Mr. Schwartz pretended to resume whatever it was he
was doing at his counter. But he was very aware of her movements.
Fortunately the shop was empty at the moment save for her, and he hoped that
it would remain that way.
When he saw that she was eventually coming his way, he quietly reached
under his counter and pulled out a very uniquely carved chest. The chest
measured twelve inches long, six inches wide, and six inches high plus
the curved lid, which at its highest point made the chest stand about nine
inches tall.
Setting the trap.
Making sure that she was not looking in his direction, he placed it on the
counter where she would be sure to see it.
A couple of minutes later she was there. Now finally standing close to him,
she towered over Mr. Schwartz, who stood just five feet five in height.
"Oooh, this is a lovely piece," she said, her voice rising with excitement. "What
is it? It looks like it might really be old by the way the wood is carved and some
of that marble or whatever stone it might be is inlaid into the sides."
She was close enough now for Mr. Schwartz to see more details unaided by
glasses. She was wearing a wedding band, and a nice but not overly expensive
engagement ring. Her being married might put a crimp into things, but
considering how very fine she was looking, Schwartz decided to give it a shot.
"That box is very special Ma'am, and I see by your rings that you might be
married, and we normally only show it to single women."
That was a sure way to ring them in. Tell them it's not for them, and they always
want to know more, and maybe, get it.
Her look, as expected, was one of complete surprise. "Single women only? But
why, what difference could it possibly make?" Then, as she studied the box
and its dimensions a little more, her face turned slightly red and as she
thought of what it might contain, she said, "Ooh."
His prepared plan is put into action.
"Don't be embarrassed. The box, as you might be thinking, contains something
that...let's see, under today's liberal standards you would rate as 'R,' but a few
years ago, it would definitely have had an X rating."
Her reaction was what he was hoping for. "May I see inside?" As she spoke,
she reached for the lid and saw that it had a small, very intricately
designed metal lock on it, which looked confusing to operate.
"As the current owner," Mr. Schwartz answered, "I am the only person who can
open the box. Through the ages, only the person in personal possession of the
box can know and understand its operation."
She giggled. "You make it sound like those shows I have seen on TV where the
old shop owner has a lamp, and if you rub it, a genie pops out and grants
three wishes."
He looked intently into her eyes, and said, "Yes, something magical like that, exactly."
Now he had her interest, undivided.
He pretended to look around to make sure no one was listening although he
knew full well the shop was empty except for the two of them. "It's something
that is only available for short rental periods. You could never afford the
purchase price, and I will probably hang onto the piece until I pass on."
Schwartz could see the look in her eyes. He had her now.
"Rental periods? What...what's inside the box?"
"As I have stated, we normally only show this to single women. Can you be
discreet' I see that you are wearing wedding rings."
"Yes, please. I really want to know..."
"This item," Mr. Schwartz went on to say, "has been known to break up marriages."
Now she really wanted to know. "Please, what's in the box?"
He paused for effect. "It's a 'Magic Peter.'
"A...a 'what?"' Her face almost turned red.
"A Magic Peter," he repeated, and as she watched, he moved his fingers over
the hasp, and magically, without his actually touching it, the lid opened enough
for him to grasp it underneath and lift.
"Ohhh, wow," she exclaimed, not believing her eyes, for within, complete
with testicles and 'lying on its back' you might say such as it would appear
on a man with an erection who was so positioned, was a penis, a very real
looking penis.
Lying on a red satin padded surface, it was huge, thick and going almost
nine inches long plus testicles and almost totally filling the box end to end.
The skin was exact, true in its detail, and almost completely covered the
head. In other words, this penis was uncircumcised.
"Do you like it," Mr. Schwartz asked in a low, confidential tone?
"That is the most realistic looking...'dildo' I have ever seen." She shook
her head in dis-belief. "I went to a 'sex toy' party with some girlfriends
about a year ago, and I never saw one that looked like that! And besides
that, this one has balls!"
"It's not a 'dildo,' miss. It is real."
"You're kidding."
"No, touch it. Go ahead and feel it."
Gingerly, and with a little giggle, she reached her right hand forward and
touched it with one finger. "It's warm," she exclaimed in shock!
"Yes. As I said, it is very real, and living."
"But how? I mean, it can't possibly be alive. Stuff like this only happens in
movies!" She looked around the store, ensuring herself that no one else was
present.
"It came to me many years ago, and I have treasured and held onto it ever
since. Only a few women could afford to rent it, and in order to keep the
Magic Peter happy, I only show him to the finest looking women."
"Keep him happy? It sounds like you...you are saying it has a brain."
"Exactly. And I am sure he would find you to be high up among the finest
looking women."
She stared silently at Mr. Schwartz as she realized that he had paid her a
compliment. Then, finally: "It can't possibly be a thinking entity. It's just
some kind of dildo. It still has to be held, and manipulated in order for it
to, well, in order for it to...'"
She seemed at a loss for words to describe what she was thinking, or, based
upon her reddening cheeks, she was too embarrassed to say it. Mr. Schwartz
finished for her. but avoided using a graphic description. "In order for it to
feel good?"
"Yes." Her face was now bright red.
"Magic Peter does not have to be held, or manipulated. It does all the movements
on its own. Do you mind if I am more descriptive as I tell you how? I don't want to
offend you with my language."
She studied him for a couple of seconds, decided this old man must be harmless,
and answered. "Yes, please tell me."
That was, from long experience, what Mr. Schwartz wanted to hear. Now he could
get graphic with his language, something he had learned tended to arouse some
women and expedite things.
"Magic Peter will do whatever you tell it to do. If you want it to fuck your pussy, you
give the command. The same thing applies wherever you want it to make the fucking
movements, back and forth, in and out, all done with gentleness or roughly,
however you want it."
"Roughly?" She studied it, as if thinking how taking something that size hard and
rough might be. "But it's so big."
"Magic knows when to be gentle. My customers through the years have told me. It
knows, seems to sense what the woman that it is servicing wants at the time.
It will be slow, and gentle. If the woman needs it faster or harder perhaps
so that she can reach her orgasm, Magic senses that and adjusts its movements
accordingly.
It might look like a penis, but somehow, magically, it has a mind as well."
She seemed in awe at what he was stating. "It doesn't go too deep?"
He smiled and looked up into her eyes. "Magic knows just how much, and how
far to go in order to please a pussy."
"You're calling it 'Magic.' Is that its real name'?
"Yes, in order to give it the commands, you first address him by his full
name, Magic Peter."
She swallowed, and Mr. Schwartz could tell by her eyes, the color of her
cheeks, and the way her breasts were heaving under that silk blouse and
the outline of hard nipples showing that she was now thoroughly aroused.
Would she go for it?
SHE DID.
"How much to rent it?"
The bait had been set out, and the fox had taken it.
Inwardly, Mr. Schwartz smiled. It almost without fail worked each time he
gave a lovely woman this presentation. By her asking how much to rent
it, she had just admitted without saying it out loud that her husband might
not measure up to her desires.
"Like I said Miss, it's very high. One thousand dollars for a 24 hour period."
Actually, the rent was five hundred, but Mr. Schwartz had deliberately
doubled the price for this woman because she was so fine and he had a plan.
She sighed in resignation. "I could never afford that. My husband gives me
an allowance, and I do have about that much in my current balance, but it
would be hard to explain where it went."
She looked pleadingly at Mr. Schwartz. "Is there any other way?"
Excellent! She had come around more quickly than he had expected. She either
is a very horny woman or is unhappy with her sex life at home, or maybe
both. "Well, there is a way that I could reduce the rent to perhaps, half?"
"To 500? H...How?" She was looking back and forth now between Mr.
Schwartz and Magic.
"I know that I look like an old man, but I still have my needs. My wonderful wife
passed on several years ago, and I have been alone since then." He waited to
see if she would say what he is thinking.
She sighed. "You want me to, let you 'make love' to me, is that it?"
Mr. Schwartz smiled. Just like a housewife who is not all that experienced,
she was referring to the sex act as 'making love', even though if she and he
were doing it, it would be a physical act of sex between two strangers.
"Yes, that is exactly what I meant. I have a room with a bed in back, and I
could close the shop for an hour or so."
In the past, some women had seemed shocked upon hearing 'for an hour.'
They sometimes would reply: "That's like saying that if were a '******,' that
I would only be worth $500 for an hour of my time. That's not much money."
He would have them then with his reply. "But a moment ago you were saying
that $500 is a lot of money."
They would stare wide-eyed, and then, shake their head and admit, 'That's true."
This gal seemed unfazed by that. She seemed to be thinking it over seriously
now. "Still, that other $500 is a lot of money."
She had just admitted that she would do this, fuck him to save $500 and still
be willing to lay out $500 in order to take Magic home with her for 24 hours.
Mr. Schwartz beamed. That was exactly what he wanted to hear, because he
has a friend. Now he would find out how far this extremely lovely married
woman is willing to go.
"I have a friend, about my age. His wife passed recently, and he too has been
alone. He is nice looking for his age, better looking than me, and not so short."
She was quick to assure him. "What is your name?" He told her and she went
on. "Mr. Schwartz, your height wouldn't bother me, nor your age. It's just that
I am married, and doing it for real with one or two men would be cheating on
my husband."
She lowered her eyes. "Besides, I've never been with anyone else, that way."
'Fuck me. She might be a first timer.' His pulse quickened because he loved
the challenge of being the first to score on an innocent wife.
Mr. Schwartz laughed, but gently so as not to make fun of her. "It wouldn't
matter so much if you were to fuck, excuse me, make love with my friend and
me.
If or when you 'make love' with Magic Peter, that would be the same as
'cheating' because he is real. Go on, feel him again, this time with more
fingers."
She seemed to hesitate and he urged her on. "Pick Magic Peter up and
hold him so you can feel what a cock designed to please women in the
ultimate fashion feels like."
She stared at Mr. Schwartz, then reached down and gingerly felt Magic Peter,
first with two fingers, then picking him up slightly and wrapping her hand
around him. "It feels heavy. And it does feel so real, and it's warm all over."
"You shouldn't refer to him as 'it.' Since Magic Peter is real, call him 'he.'
"He feels real, and alive. I just don't see how it is possible."
"To find out, you have to take him home with you, and I can assure you, the
experience will be the most 'real' thing you have ever done in your life."
Unable to resist any longer, she made a snap decision.
"O.K., I'll do it. Can we start now? Is your friend close enough?"
"I'll call him. He can be here in less than ten minutes." Though Mr. Schwartz
had several antique clocks on the walls and working, he checked the modern
electronic watch on his wrist.
That watch was listed in stores for over $4,000. A man had came in, pawned
it for "$500, and never returned. After 90 days the watch belonged to Mr.
Schwartz.
The interesting thing was, some of the clocks on his walls were just as accurate,
though he had to keep some of them wound, a routine he enjoyed doing.
"It's ten minutes to lunchtime. In the meantime, you can keep looking around
the shop, or if you prefer and no one comes in while we are waiting, you can
just look at, and if you like, hold Magic in your hands."
Mr. Schwartz made a quick call, then went to the front door and put up a
'Closed" sign, in which he had little watch hands which he set to show that
he would be open again at one-thirty.
He figured that this woman rated an hour and a half at least, and if things
were going well and more time was required, he could always change
those hour hands to further out.
The tall beauty, whose name he learned after asking was 'Betty,' was
wandering around the shop, but she looked restless, perhaps anxious.
Five minutes passed, and then suddenly Betty walked quickly up to
Mr. Schwartz.
"It's some kind of trick! You've managed to create the most realistic dildo
of all time, and now you plan to, to do some fucking, you, your buddy and
me.
Then when I take it home, I'll find out that I will have to do all the work
of moving it with my hand. It might be a lovely little piece, but using
it isn't worth my cheating with not just one but with two men!"
He laughed gently and made sure to answer by using her name to further
confirm their new 'friendship.' "Betty, I can understand your concern and
suspicions. Come here and allow me to demonstrate how real Magic is."
When she came up next to him, he said, "Place your elbow up on the
counter with your hand and arm raised straight up."
Betty looked puzzled but did so.
"Now make a circle with your thumb and longest finger. Pretend that your
hand is your pussy in the doggy position." She did that and he said, "Open
a little more space between your fingers, Magic needs more room than that."
She did, and then he said; "Now you must give the command. I won't say it
all at once, using his name because that activates him. I will tell you and
then you say it all at once. Ready?"
Betty nodded nervously, and he went on. "First you say his full name, then
the command that you want to give, to have him do it, is the same as his name.
Any action he takes is referred to by 'Magic Peter' in the front.
If you want him to work on your pussy, you say after saying his name, 'Magic
Peter my pussy,' and he will do just that. For now you must tell him to do it to
your hand. Do you understand?"
A hand job in reverse.
She giggled and nodded nervously and continued to hold her hand upwards,
elbow locked on the desk and fingers in a circle. "Magic Peter, Magic Peter
my hand. Ooooh!"
Just that quickly, the Magic Peter had somehow risen out of the box and
started fucking the circle her fingers had created. Sort of floating in the air,
it was moving back and forth slowly, taking about a four-inch stroke, and
because the foreskin was allowing him to move without dragging her hand
back and forth, Betty's hand remained steady in place.
Mouth wide open, she stared in shock, with an expression that gradually
changed to one of fascination, and then joy. "Oooh, he's so cute, and he
knows just what to do!"
While looking him over, Betty was turning her hand at the wrist, keeping
her elbow on the counter, and at one point she brought Magic Peter's tip
so close to her mouth that Mr. Schwartz thought she was about to suck it.
Her mouth open wide, Betty watched Magic fucking her fingers for another
20 seconds and noticed that he was dripping slightly from the tip. "He's
getting wet! There's stuff, it looks like pre-coital fluid coming out!"
"Exactly. Like I told you, Magic is real. He will provide you with lubrication
when needed, and I have been told by my finer looking ladies that he will
sometimes get extra firm, seem to grow a little in size, and ejaculate.
And when he does it, the women have told me that they can feel him
cumming. Also, they say that his ejaculate looks, feels, smells, and tastes
just like the real thing."
"Do...do you think he would do that with me?"
"Oh yes Betty. Like I have said, you are one of the finer looking ladies,
the kind that Magic really goes for.
I believe that Magic is particular with his women, but if he is fucking a
lady that particularly turns him on, he has very real feelings and lets it go."
"Oh, I bet he will like me. I'll make him cum more than once, you can bet
on that!" She turned Magic around slightly and took a close look at the area
behind his balls, which was sealed up and smooth. "Where do you fill him?"
Mr. Schwartz laughed. "Magic doesn't need refills. He is a perpetual dick,
with a reservoir of balls that never run dry."
"It just doesn't seem possible." As Magic continued to slow fuck her hand,
Betty left her elbow up on the counter and used her head to give Magic
another complete look on all sides. "Now his pre-fluid is really flowing. My
fingers and the palm of my hand are soaked."
"Yes ma'am. There's no doubt that Magic is turned on to you. If he was
inside you now, he would undoubtedly be having an orgasm about now."
"And keep going?"
"Oh yes Betty. Magic can stay hard as long as it's needed, and of course
he starts out almost 9 inches long when he's at rest."
Betty was getting anxious now. "When is your friend, Oh, is that him now?"
"Yes, that's Rubie, a nickname for his last name, which is Rubenstein." And
with that, Mr. Schwartz went to the door and admitted his friend, who, when
he entered, Betty greeted with a smile before realizing that she was still
holding the fucking Magic Peter in the air in front of her.
Her face turned red, and Rubie laughed in greeting. "Schwartz, I see that
you have been demonstrating to this lovely lady what Magic can do for her."
"Yes Rubie, and this is Betty. I needed to prove to her that there are no
tricks. What she sees is what she gets."
With both men staring at her as she held the still pumping penis, Betty asked,
"How can I stop him?" Already, knowing now what she must do, she was
excited at the prospects. Old Mr. Schwartz, though not real attractive to her, was
very nice, and this Rubie guy she found to be physically attractive.
"Same way, less words,' Mr. Schwartz responded. Just call him by name once
and say, "Stop petering my hand."
She grinned excitedly and stared at the pumping penis, which now could be
seen as having a very wet and shiny tip each time the penis came forward out
of the foreskin. "Magic Peter, stop petering my hand!"
Instantly the penis was lying in its original position in the box, on its back,
foreskin again covering the head, and the tip now appeared to have
somehow dried itself.
Betty stared in wonderment as she studied her hand, which was still slippery
with fluid. "It works. It really works."
"Yes," replied Mr. Schwartz, who was ready to hand her a tissue with which
to wipe her hand. He also had an erection, which he was rubbing with one
hand., and she saw it.
"Let's go into the back. I need to turn on my alarm first."
Over the past twelve years, Mr. Schwartz had gone through this a couple
dozen times, but this woman looked to be maybe the most exciting of the
bunch.
Mr. Schwartz reached under his counter and pushed two buttons, then
raised up and let both his friend Rubie and Betty through a door and into
a back room.
The room was about the size of an average motel room, was paneled in
wood on the walls, and covered with many photos, many antiques. There
was a sink along one wall in front of a mirror, towels on a rack, but no
toilet or shower.
Besides an antique wooden dresser with five drawers along one wall, in
the center of the room was a doublewide bed, with white sheets that
looked fresh and clean. Two pillows were at the head.
"This looks nice," Betty said, her eyes wide and head nodding, "and clean."
Mr. Schwartz smiled. "I change the sheets once a week, whether I use them
or not."
"How convenient," she replied, smiling nervously. Her face appeared to have
reddened some.
"We have an hour. Let's get undressed." As both men pulled off first a
shirt, then trousers and underwear, they could not take their eyes off an
embarrassed looking Betty as she slowly stripped down.
Like they she, she was also staring at them.
Under that blue silk blouse and short skirt she was wearing a white
almost see-through bra and white panties that were now fitting tightly
up into her crack and looked quite damp.
All three now naked, they looked at one another. Four masculine eyes
studying the most lovely body they had ever seen, and two feminine eyes that
were seeing two circumcised penises pointing outright and not up because of
their age, but still firm and at least average in size if not a little more.
At least they might be a little larger than average, since they both had her
husband beat in length and width, and the one on Rubie looked to be a little
bit thicker than the penis on Schwartz.
Mr. Schwartz saw how she was staring at them, looking like she was comparing
maybe, and had to ask. "Since you say you've never been with another man,
how do we...compare, Betty, if you don't mind me asking?"
She hesitated, then smiled. "Since you already know how excited I got when
I first saw Magic and that probably gave it away, I might as well admit it. Both
of you are larger than my husband. Close, but enough that I can see the
difference."
"That's good Betty. If you are going to have your first experience with someone
other than your husband, you want them to be feeling different as well." Old
Mr. Schwartz must have been reading her mind, because she smiled and nodded.
"Let's lie down. Enough of this standing stiffly around," Mr. Schwartz said jokingly.
Mr. Schwartz, since he was the owner of Magic the Peter, went first, and
after lovingly fondling her breasts and getting an at first reluctant kiss that
would have turned passionate had she not quickly broken it off, he gently
fondled her pussy and waited until she was aroused enough that she had
anxiously reached for and then guided him as he entered her.
Feeling a snug and warm pussy that felt almost untouched by man, Mr. Schwartz
fucked Betty slowly and lovingly while she laid wide open on her back and
sighed with pleasure.
Though she had not expected it, Betty was about to receive a good fucking
from two older and well experienced men who knew how to last, something
that was lacking on the home front.
Mr. Schwartz waited over a minute, and when Betty seemed to be more
than turned on, he tentatively placed his lips over hers again, and this time
was pleased when Betty responded, complete with tongue.
"Enjoying yourself?" Betty opened her eyes, looked up and saw that Rubie was
standing beside the bed and watching them while slowly jacking his penis,
which was dripping slightly.
"Yes," she responded, while looking up at Rubie and taking note as to how long
and thick his cock looked to her inexperienced eyes. "Mr. Schwartz feels good. I
didn't know that it would be this nice, cheating, and I'm glad that I came back
here now."
"Yes," Schwartz added, joining in with the conversation, "and you are making
two old and lonely men very happy today, and Magic will do his wonders with
you when you get home."
"I will have him for 24 hours? It's around 12:30, now and I have Magic from
one thirty on, and my husband comes home around six so I won't have much
time today."
Schwartz giggled slightly and responded both with his voice and his penis as
he began fucking her more vigorously. "Yes. Feel 'that' Betty while I fuck
your delicious pussy.
There will be more than adequate time for you to have as many orgasms as
you can handle before your husband comes home. Now remember, you have
Magic for 24 hours so you will need to hide him before your husband gets home,
then tomorrow when he leaves for work you can let our mutual friend work his
magic on you again."
She was talking haltingly now, between shoves of the Schwartz penis,
surprisingly hard for an old man. "Yes, I'll b-bring him back, I p-promise.
But I mmm-might hate to d-do so."
She groaned and tightened her grip on Schwartz. "Matter of fact," she
said haltingly and with jerky gasps, "I just m-m-might hate having to-to
leave this room b-b-beforehand."
Not wanting to go on interrupting her speech, and needing to slow so
he could maintain some control, Schwartz eased off on his pumping.
"What if I get addicted to that big thing? Based on what you tell me, he
will be the best fuck of my life." She giggled, 'besides you I mean."
Betty laughed and gripped his ass more tightly as Schwartz fucked her
with more vigor after having heard her say that he is a good fuck.
Normally old man Schwartz had no problem holding back, but with this
woman, he felt almost like a teenager again as he enjoyed the feel of her
marvelous pussy, so snug and yet so openly inviting.
Her face so lovely, those lips so delicious. Even her tongue, meeting his
so eagerly and willingly.
Schwartz again slowed his pumping because he was approaching orgasm.
"If you wish to visit with Magic again, after tomorrow, I might be able to
arrange one more 'free' session."
"Free? How? I'd like that."
"After you get all rested up and are horny again, probably a day or two
later, you can have Magic here on this bed, and Rubie and I will watch."
She sighed with pleasure but concern. "I don't know if I could 'do' two men
plus Magic."
"No,' Schwartz answered, trying desperately to hold back his orgasm by
stopping completely. "You wouldn't have to fuck Rubie and me. We would just
sit and watch while Magic does his thing.
With no physical body standing between him and us, we would have an
unobstructed view of how he is stretching and working your pussy."
Betty giggled. "And be playing with yourselves?"
"Of course."
"I'll do it. Won't make any difference if you see me and Magic together, at
least not after today and me making love with both of you."
"Yes," Rubie interjected as he stroked his dick and stared down at them.
"Keep calling it *making love*. That's nice because I think I am already in
love with you."
Betty looked up at Rubie, smiled and said, "He's going to make me cum!"
Just then, as Betty gripped his ass in anticipation of pulling him in deeper
as she enjoys her first orgasm outside marriage, Schwartz groaned loudly
and blasted a surprisingly strong load of ancient sperm into the spot that
he had found to be so delightful, his best ever.
Betty had never before felt an orgasm such as this, and she responded
with a moan and a passionate kiss as she climaxed along with him. Her
best ever, the longest ever, she broke out into a sweat.
She sensed Mr. Schwartz's need for closeness now, and willingly, even
passionately, returned his kiss, one that was more gentle, and yet, more
satisfying.
As Betty held him tightly with her arms and now her legs, Mr. Schwartz
rested for over a minute longer before pulling out. Schwartz knew now.
One cum and Betty had drained him completely. There would be no
second time for him today.
The blue pill he had in stock, but time was too short now to take advantage.
Besides, it was Rubie's turn.
"Your turn Rubie, She took it all out of me. Tried to hold back, but she
kisses like a real lover and her pussy is so nice."
"Do you want me to clean up a little first?"
Betty was still breathing hard. Her body looked shiny with sweat as she
looked up at Rubie after Schwartz had weakly climbed off her and the bed.
She was lying unashamedly, body shiny with sweat, her legs spread wide
and with some juice oozing slowly out of her shiny pussy. If this had been
another situation, such as she was cheating for the first time with some
man, she would have been too embarrassed to be on display like this.
Only one man, her husband, had ever seen her ******* like this, and rarely
at that. And here Betty was, freshly fucked and leaving herself wide open for
man number two.
It had only taken a few minutes of conversation for an old man to pervert a
formerly innocent and faithful wife and turn her into a near slut.
"You have to go back into the main store to get to the bathroom, so just use
this clean towel." Still fully naked, Schwartz almost staggered over to where
the towel was stored on a shelf, grasped it, returned to the bed, and instead
of handing it to Betty, bent over and gently began wiping her pussy lips on
the outside until they appeared to be dry.
He saw the smile on her face, and looking up, saw that her forehead was
still shiny with wetness. Smiling down at her, Schwartz grasped a dry portion
of the towel and used it to gently wipe her brow.
Oh how he loved this woman. If only he was twenty years younger. No,
more like thirty younger.
For the first time perhaps, Mr. Schwartz was dreading having to turn a wife
of another man over to his friend Rubie. This one is special.
'Might as well be honest with what I tell her,' he was thinking. 'She'll be
feeling it soon enough.'
"Now I have you ready for Mr. Rubenstein, and I think you will find his
thicker than my cock to be quite exciting."
"He'll have to go some to top you, Mr. Schwartz," she said with a wink and
a smile. "Your thicker than my husband's cock I found to be quite exciting
and..." she smiled again, "very satisfying."
With a big sigh as Mr. Schwartz finished with his wiping of her inner and
outer lips, she looked expectantly at Rubenstein and opened her legs
another few inches in anticipation.
"Leave her wet on the inside. I like it good and wet." Rubie climbed onto
the bed and walked on his knees up between her welcoming legs. He placed
the tip of his thickish penis against her entrance, the first time and place he
had touched her, left it there, and while still up on his knees, fondled her breasts.
"Oi vay these tits are nice. Really fine tits to go along with the prettiest face
I have seen in a long time, not since my recently departed wife was young."
Betty looked up at Rubie, whom she had decided that she liked, very much.
He seemed to be a fine man, like Mr. Schwartz, and he was touching her at
the crack with a penis that was making her tingle. "I am sorry for your loss,
Rubie, and let me see if I can help you to forget, for a little while."
Rubie was only the third man ever to enter her, but so far the thickest. She
sighed, then gasped as his thick, not huge but thicker than two previous
penises began to enter her, stretching her lips and sliding inside on a
slippery cushion of Schwartz cum.
"Ooh Rubie. You feel good, just like Mr. Schwartz." Actually, Rubie felt
better since Betty was now completely aroused and the feel of a thicker
dick was stretching her. She needed thicker now because she was so
wet inside.
Being five years younger and in better shape than Schwartz, Rubie
lasted a little longer than Schwartz had. He fucked her slow, then fast,
then slow. He turned her over and did her doggy for a little while,
relishing the view as he and Schwartz looked down and saw how her lips
were being tugged in and out by his fat penis.
After Betty had enjoyed another orgasm, and still one more, they took
a short break and then Rubie, who had not yet cum, started again with
Betty in the doggy.
When Schwartz pointed to his watch, Rubie turned Betty over onto her
back, climbed on and began kissing her passionately. Betty groaned and
climaxed before Rubie had even really began pumping again. Rubie was
a minute behind her, and bathed Betty with her largest load ever.
It was over too quickly for Schwartz and Rubie, and yes, for Betty. "That
was nice," said Betty, as she stretched her body on the bed just before
Rubie this time began wiping her pussy lovingly with a different and dry
section of the towel.
"I came with both of you. I never dreamed, in a million years that two
strangers, two nice older men could affect me this way." She sighed. "I
even let you kiss me, both of you, and I loved doing it."
Rubie laughed. "Maybe thinking of having a little 'Magic' in your life got
you turned on?"
Betty responded with a laugh of her own. "Probably. Magic was, is the reason
I came back here, but I'm glad I did, really I am!"
"You have made two old men very happy today, and in a couple of days you can
do it again when you let Magic make love to you on this very bed while
we watch." Schwartz was using the towel that Rubie had handed him to wipe
his now very soft and small-looking penis.
Betty studied his circumcised penis while pretending to just be watching him
wipe. 'Geez,' she was thinking. 'His penis looks so small now. I can't believe it
felt so good inside me and made me cum like that.'
She glanced over at Rubie and watched as he wiped his deflated penis. 'It
looks pretty small too, bigger than Schwartz does, but not by much. And it
made me cum really, really good.'
"Here, let me help you fasten that bra," said Rubie, as Betty was reaching
behind herself. "Of course, you really don't need a bra your tits are so nice."
"I know, but my husband says my nipples show too much if I go without."
All three were now dressed and back in the front of the store. Schwartz
leaned under his counter and flicked the two switches so that his alarm was
now deactivated. He went over and removed the closed sign from the window.
"We beat my set time by just," he looked at his watch, "three minutes."
"Now I get to take Magic home," she asked, almost timidly?
"Of course. Let me copy your driver's license so I'll know where Magic is
going." After Betty had handed him her license and he had copied it, he
handed it back to her, then removed Magic from his box and stuck him in a
brown paper sack. He handed the sack to her. "Have Magic back by," he
checked his watch, "by one-thirty tomorrow."
She looked surprised; almost disappointed at being handed Magic in a brown
bag. "I can't take him in his box?"
"No. You see, that box is my security. No matter who takes Magic, no matter
where he goes, if he is locked up, stolen, or lost, he ALWAYS returns
magically to this box at the end of the 24 hours. This box is my protection."
"Oh, I see. That's probably a good thing. So I still need to bring him back
in person then?"
"Yes, that is for your credit rating."
"My 'credit rating?"
"Yes, bring him back, and you have proved yourself trustworthy and get to
visit with him on the bed in there on another day, two away."
Actually, there was more to it than that. She could simply let the 24 hours
lapse and allow Magic to 'disappear' back to his box, but Mr. Schwarz always
wanted his women to come to the store so he could enjoy vicariously, the
details of their fucking by Magic if they are willing to talk about it.
A couple of times, wives had admitted to him that they had called another
wife, a best friend over, so that they could have a 'threesome' with Magic.
And incredibly, one wife had told Rubie that she had invited the sister of
her husband over for a threesome with Magic, and the sister had not minded
it a bit that the wife was cheating on her brother.
After seeing Magic in action and then having Magic inside her, she had
understood, perfectly.
"I'll bring him back, I promise!" With a big smile, a peck on the lips for
both Schwartz and Rubie, Betty hurried out the door. Both men watched with
wonderment at how nice her ass looked under that skirt as she carefully but
hurriedly crossed the street, climbed into her Z, waved back at them and
drove away.
There was a long silence. Finally Rubie spoke. "The best fuck ever, bar none."
Schwartz nodded in agreement. "She was, that's for sure. Made me cum before
I really got started. And we have it all on disc!"
The 'alarm' buttons that Mr. Schwarz had pushed had actually been the buttons
to activate three hidden cameras, which had gotten all the action from different
angles.
Rube laughed, and Schwartz joined in. "Shall I call Devon and invite him
over tonight?"
"Hell yes. Let him see what he missed today."
"O.K' Let's make it about seven."
Betty can hardly wait!
Betty was driving home hurriedly, but carefully. She did not want to get
caught up in an accident with a giant 'living dildo' in her car. She arrived
home, grabbed the sack and locking the car behind her, rushed into the
house. "I'm not even going to take time to shower,' she thought to herself
as she hurried into the bedroom.
Stripping down, she removed Magic from the sack, took him to the bed with
her, laid down on her back and, after laying Magic onto the mattress, and
spreading her legs, nervously and with a trembling body, said the words.
"Magic Peter, Magic Peter my pussy. Oooooooh, Oooooh Gawd!"
Three men do their thing.
Rubie arrived at Schwartz's home at seven sharp. Devon arrived just a minute
later. Devon was a young black man, just 25 and handsome, and he had worked
for Mr. Schwartz in the shop while going to college.
Once obtaining his degree in finance, Devon had moved on to a better paying
job with a large industrial firm just a mile down the road. He had become a
very good friend to Schwartz and Rubie, and today he had lost out because
it had been Rubie's turn to be called.
Also, Rubie, being retired, had more freedom to respond instantly to a call
from Schwartz.
After greetings and handshakes, a ritual they always observed even if they
had seen each other earlier on the same day, they moved into the famous (to
them) Schwartz den. Along one side of the room and side-by-side were three
large high definition screens, 50 inches in size, and under each one was a
DVD player.
"Smartest thing I ever did, hiding and installing those three cameras in
that back room. Now we get to watch Betty getting fucked from three angles,
and we won't miss a thing." Repeating himself, for Schwartz had said the
same thing before, the other two nodded, their growing excitement showing.
"Now, Devon, you get to see what you missed out on today, maybe the best
ever, and when she comes back for another bout with Magic in a day or so,
we plan to have you here. Then we can get you on three DVDs fucking her as well."
"Do you think she will go for fucking me," Devon asked as he dropped his
trousers and laid them on a table beside a large stuffed couch?
"I'm pretty sure she will," Schwartz responded. "She's a hot number, and she
sounded like she really wanted to come back here and put on a show for us.
She'll be expecting two men that are going to watch her with Magic, but when
a third man pops in sporting a big hard on the size of Magic, I think she'll
be more than ready."
"Even though I'm black?"
Schwartz and Rubie both laughed. "Especially because you're black! And
she might like the fact that you have a foreskin too, just like Magic Peter."
Let the movies begin.
All three now naked on the lower half, a ritual they had performed a few
times before, Schwartz said, "Let's hit the buttons," and they all three hit
a button on a DVD player at the same time.
The show now running in near perfect synchronization on three large
screens, they all returned to the couch and grasped their firm erections.
The videos were in sharp focus and in almost perfect synchronization as the
three men slowly stroked their bulging penises and watched the action on
screen(s). Two men seeing themselves just a few hours after the event, and
another wishing he had been there.
Twenty minutes later Devon laughed. As usual, none of the men had shot his
load yet. They always saved that till near the end. "That sure looks good,
Rubie, the way your dick is stretching her snatch there in the doggy!"
"Yeah," Schwartz replied in response to Devon's comment with a laugh, and
you can see that I was right there with my head down and looking right at
it."
"Sheeeeit," Devon said with a grin. "If you had been watching my dick right
there up close and personal, you really would have seen that hot white
snatch being stretched."
"It's better than just 'hot white snatch,' Devon, don't forget that. It's married
hot white snatch!"
"Even better," Devon said enthusiastically as he gave his penis a visible stroke
they could see, "even better."
Both old men not only accepted the fact that Devon had a much larger penis,
they welcomed it, because watching Devon give it to Betty would probably
be even more exciting than seeing her being fucked by Magic Peter.
Except for how his body would be blocking the view some of the time.
"We will, soon enough. Tomorrow maybe, more likely the day after, you'll be
fucking her good, and we'll be jacking and watching." That was Rubie
talking, and he added: "You won't get to fuck her for long, because she'll
be there expecting to put on a show with Magic and we don't want to wear her
out beforehand."
"So you're sure she'll fuck me, even though I'm black and it will be a total
surprise?"
"Yes, Schwartz said in answer. We won't tell her about you in advance so
she'll be sure to show up. Once she sees your big Wang she'll be open to all
suggestions and offers.
She'll be excited about it, I predict, because after fucking Magic today and
maybe tomorrow morning, she'll be having a craving for someone with a
big cock to wrap her arms and legs around, and she can't do that with Magic."
"And I'll have the big meat she's craving, right?" said Devon as he proudly
stroked his uncircumcised 8-incher and displayed it to the two men.
"Yeah," replied Rubie, who had seen that cock several times before. "Not
quite as big as Magic, but big enough for her to wrap everything around.
Her pussy, her arms and her legs."
They all laughed and continued to watch as Betty orgasmed with Rubie. They
would re-run the videos, and each one would jack off and come at the spot
he personally liked the best.
And soon, they would have Betty in front of them once again, and this
time getting her on disc taking a fat black one as a warm-up for the
'big event' with Magic Peter.
Betty goes for round two with Magic.
Betty awakened suddenly. "Oh crap, I've dozed off!" She checked the time on
the clock beside she and her husband's bed. 'Past four thirty. Maybe time for one
more before little dick comes home." Her husband was *******, but he had
been awarded a secret new name by his wife.
She had already made Magic cum once, and she wanted to make him cum
again while she enjoyed two or three more orgasms.
Magic Peter was lying beside her as she opened her legs. "Magic Peter, Magic
Peter my pussy. Ooooooh yesssssss!"
Twenty minutes later Betty had reached still another intense orgasm with
Magic, although those two men had kind of used her up beforehand. 'Magic
must like me because he got bigger and harder and came in me twice today,'
she was thinking as she lay quietly, hugging a king size pillow with her
arms while Magic pumped into her slowly and gently.
Betty was correct in her thinking. Magic did indeed like her. He knew good
pussy when he's inside it, and this one was extra special on the outside as well.
It was to be a quiet time, their last for today, and Magic seemed to know
just how and at what angle to do it and just how deep to go, just like Mr.
Schwartz had promised.
"Betty?"
'Oh shit. My husband's home early!' There wasn't time to give the command to
stop, and her husband would hear in any case. Quickly, in desperation, Betty
pulled the sheet over herself and raised both her legs so that her knees
were bent under the sheet in the form of a tent. 'Maybe he won't notice.'"
"Betty' I'm home early. What are you doing in bed," her husband asked as he
entered the bedroom?
His forehead wrinkled into a frown, then he asked stupidly because it would
have to be a very short midget to fit into such a small space. "And who's
that under the sheet with you?"
Caught!
Betty answered nervously. "That...that's my Magic Peter."
Planning to grab the sheet and pull it off her, her husband rushed forward
with a scowl on his face. "Magic Peter? Magic Peter my ass!"
Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh Ooooohhhhhhhhh Aaaaaaaaaah Uhhh uhhhhh!"
Betty jumped out of bed. Magic had the power to pass through clothing;
anything once the command is given.
"Uuuh Uuuh Uuuh Ohhh please Betty can you stop it?"
Betty was acting concerned while smiling inwardly at seeing that her husband
now had an erection ******* as he hurriedly tugged his pants down.
Because she was enjoying this, it took Betty another three minutes to calm
her terrified husband enough to teach him the command and to say the
words that would stop the magic petering, but not before he had shot a
load as Magic Peter also shot a mighty load into his sore ass.
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