The Magic Dildo
By Aimee Seoul
Copyright Aimee Seoul 2012
Published by Red Heels Press at Smashwords
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I was spending a mid-October Sunday going through some of my recent antique finds. Ralph was downstairs watch his beloved football and our daughter was at a friend’s house. I was digging through my boxes of jewelry and trinkets when I came across something I’d almost forgotten about.
I found it at an antique shop over in the next county. It looked like a dildo, but an old one. It was on the shelf behind some other oddities. I asked the dealer about it and he told me it was part of an estate sale. Some old spinster had passed away and her children brought a bunch of stuff into the shop to sell.
“It looks like its ivory,” I observed while I inspected it. It had markings, like runes, and intricate carvings of figures with exaggerated features. Namely big boobs and big dicks and both in many cases.
“It is, I think. I’m guessing it’s a sex toy of some kind by the markings. It’s interesting to say the least. I threw it up on the shelf thinking it might generate some conversation, but you’re the first to notice it,” the dealer told me. I was intrigued. I loved old jewelry and music boxes, but I was a sucker for unique finds and this was definitely unique.
“What do you want for it?” I asked.
“Tell you what, how ‘bout a hundred bucks for the jewelry you’ve already picked out and the dildo?” He offered. That sounded fair so, of course, I tried to talk him down.
“Will you take sixty for the lot?” I countered. He scratched his beard and cocked an eyebrow.
“I’ll take eighty,” he said. That was more than fair, but I liked to have the last word.
“Seventy-five and you’ve got a deal,” I said and he agreed. I shook his hand, paid him and left with my small box full of jewelry and the ivory dildo. That box went under the bed with the rest when I got home and I hadn’t given it a second thought since. That was probably a couple of months ago.
I examined the dildo, if that’s what it was. It looked like a dildo, about eight inches long, a little more than an inch thick, cylindrical with a tapered end. The other end had the ruins and figures carved into it. It was in great shape. Smooth, clean and gleaming like it was new. I set it on my nightstand and began combing through the jewelry. However, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I admit, I was horny. Another late night of high school volleyball meant I didn’t get any the night before and it had been at least a week before that since Ralph had taken care of me. I picked up the dildo again. I wondered if the old lady who owned before had used it. I wondered how old it was. Maybe it was some ancient relic. I got up and washed it off and dried it.
I couldn’t resist. I closed the bedroom door and pulled down my yoga pants. I kicked them off and then shimmied out of my panties. I walked over to the dressing mirror and removed my tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I really didn’t need to. I wasn’t endowed with much up top. B-cups on a good day.
I admired myself for a moment. I wasn’t bad for having just turned forty. Not perfect, but nice. Long cinnamon hair and a light complexion, thin but shapely. I trailed the dildo over my abdomen and between my small breasts. This was kind of naughty. Ralph was right downstairs. I didn’t do this very often, not with him in the house anyway. That’s what made this fun.
I went to the bed and I laid down and let the dildo caress my body. I could feel my pussy swell in anticipation. I teased myself for a few moments longer, but it wasn’t long before I slid the dildo along my pink, velvety folds. To my surprise, it began to vibrate. Maybe it wasn’t as old as I thought. I enjoyed the gentle vibrations, closing my eyes.
I held the dildo on my clit and let the buzzing sensations wash over me. It felt as if the dildo was warming, but I thought it was my imagination. At least until it become almost hot. I opened my eyes and the dildo was glowing with a green light. The light grew brighter and I tried to move the dildo from my clit. However, it wouldn’t budge. Then tendrils of green light began to creep over and around my pussy like vines. The light was warm and tingly. Still, I was concerned about the fact the dildo seemed clued to my clit. I pushed and pulled and nothing. The dildo would tilt this way and that, but the tip wasn’t budging. I was getting worried.
Then the tendrils of light began to creep up my stomach and swirled around my breasts. That tingled too. The light grew brighter and for a moment, I couldn’t see anything. However, I could feel my breasts and pussy tingle and warm. Then the light was gone suddenly, but I was blinded. After a moment, my vision cleared and I couldn’t believe what I saw.
“Ralph!” I screamed. What the hell had that dildo done to me? It was gone, nowhere to be seen, but in its place…
“What is it, Monica?” Ralph said as he burst through the door, but he stopped short when he saw me.
“Ralph?” I called to him, my voice trembling.
“What the fuck?” he said as he ran his hand though his wavy black hair. I told him what had transpired. The antique dildo, my attempt to use it, the eerie green light. He looked incredulous but the evidence was right in front of him.
“You’ve got a cock! And your tits are huge. How did this happen again?” he asked. I told him again as he came to the side of the bed and sat down. I didn’t have just any cock. I had a massive, thick cock covered in knotty blue veins at least fifteen inches long. My breasts were massive, but natural looking. They appeared firm but I hadn’t gotten the nerve to feel them yet.