Little Davey
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LITTLE DAVEY
by Throne
Dave Wilmer looked at the items his wife had spread out in front of her
on the diningroom table. "You know, Tabby," he told her, "all this hocus
pocus stuff is a lot of nonsense."
Her hands went protectively to the fortune telling cards, six-sided dice,
ancient coins, and flickering candle. "It's not," she said with
conviction. "All of it works -- if you beleve in its power."
"Oh yeah?" he sneered at her. She was a gorgeous young woman, with a
figure that turned men's heads, but impossible to deal with when it came
to her belief in magic.
"Then how about this? Make your mumbo jumbo toys get rid of me, bring
you a real superstud, and -- I don't know -- condemn me to some awful
fate."
He held his hands in the air and gestured over the assembled
paraphanalia. "Oogum boogum, make it so!" When nothing happened he laid
one palm on the remaining magical artifact, a thick book bound in dark
leather.
Tabby gasped and grabbed the amulet that hung from a gold chain around
her neck. She begged him to stop.
He snickered, leaned close to her, and put his hand on her shoulder.
Dave said solemnly, "All that stuff I said -- make it come true. Abra
cadabra."
The candle suddenly went out and a jolt of energy ran up his spine. He
stood there for several seconds, regaining his composure. Then he shook
his head and said dryly, "Static electricity. That's about as magical as
it's going to get around here, baby."
With a final shake of his head he strode out of the room. Tabby slowly
released the amulet. She too had felt that blast of power that ran
through her husband. He had been touching her and SHE believed, so his
wishes might be answered.
The young woman stood and went after him, but couldn't find him anywhere.
She called his name. There was no answer. He must have left through the
front door. She returned to the table and gingerly opened the ebon-
covered volume. The elaborate calligraphy drew her in and she lost track
of time. Then, after at least an hour had passed, she heard a knock at
the front door. Her first thought was that it would be the police,
telling her that Dave had been speeding and had an accident. She opened
the door and, instead, found herself facing her old boyfriend from
college, Curt.
He smiled down at her and said, "I hope I'm not intruding, but I was in
the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to see you and Dave."
She told him her husband wasn't there and he sensed that something was
wrong. She invited him in and the whole story came out. Before she knew
it, Tabby was clinging to Curt and crying against his broad chest. He
patted her back, trying to be brotherly but feeling something else. They
went and sat on the sofa and, at his suggestion, she poured them each a
glass of red wine.
Dave, meanwhile, was in shock. He didn't know where he was. There was
the smell of leather all around him, along with some flowery scents like
perfume or powder. He could hear his wife talking to her ex-lover, but
when Dave tried to move or speak, nothing happened. All he could see was
a thin line of light in front of him. Then he heard Tabby coming closer.
Thank goodness. If he had fallen and hit his head or something like
that, she would see him. All at once he was tilted upright and light
burst into his eyes. He was staring at Tabby, but she was looming over
him, appearing gigantic. He was dumped from wherever he had been and
rolled over. Her bosom hung above him like two opened parachutes. She
reached down, her hand enormous, and picked him up. As he rose he saw
reflected in the mirror her fingers, gripping not his body but a pink
vibrator. All at once he understood that the magic had worked and his
being had been transmigrated into the self-stimulation sex toy. He
hadn't even known she had such a device tucked into her purse, and now he
had become it.
She looked at him and said, "It's weird. I've been using you because
Dave never gets me off, he's so selfish in bed. And now that Curt's here
I remember how fantastic sex can be. Dave ran out on me and somehow --
somehow -- I'm certain he's not coming back." Tabby took a deep breath,
her chest expanding enticingly. The sight got Dave wildly aroused. She
clutched the vibrator to her chest and he become twice as excited. Then,
to his stunned disappointment, she set him back on the dresser and
sighed. To herself she said, "I'm going to make up for the mistake of
marrying Dave -- right now."
He watched her leave and, through the crack in the door, saw her sit next
to Curt on the sofa and take another sip of her wine. She said, "I just
called Dave. He's not coming back. Oh, Curt, please stay with me." His
arm went around her and he told her he wouldn't let her get away from
him, not a second time. She turned her face up to his and suddenly they
were kissing. During the next hour they continued to share the bottle of
wine, at the same time progressing to foreplay. Dave felt like he was
losing his mind. He wished desperatly that he could reverse what he had
caused to happen. If only he could have a few minutes to go back to that
book and plead for his old life back. Instead, he had to witness his
wife and her former lover becoming more and more passionate until they
moved to the bedroom, right in front of him, and sank to the mattress
together. It was agony to have to watch them undress each other, all the
while murmuring words of love, Tabby saying over and over how uncaring
Dave had been. At the same time, Dave's need for sexual release mounted
ever higher.
Then they were doing it, Curt making sure that she experienced multiple
orgasms before he allowed himself to finish. They relaxed into a mutual
afterglow, cuddled, and declared to each other that they would stay
together. Curt had a business appointment nearby, however, and she told
him to go and that she would be waiting for him. Shortly after he was
gone she got out of bed and took the vibrator that held her husband's
essence, bringing it back to bed with her.
Tabby said to it, "I think I'll start calling you Little Davey. After
all, I always had to use you after sex with my loser husband, when he was
asleep and snoring, if I wanted a climax. Even though Curt was
fantastic, I think I'd still like one more, just for myself. Come on,
Little Davey, do your job." She turned it on and Dave felt himself
incredibly stimulated. She slid him into her recently satisfied
womanhood and he was immediately coated with her lover's thick, sticky
cum. Dave could feel it, even smell it. She kept him there for a half
hour before she had a loud, hip-shaking finish.
"That was sooooo good, Little Davey," she chuckled. "Little pink Davey.
I'm going to do that after EVERY time Curt and I have sex. Whatever
magic brought him to my door is telling me that Big Dave, Big loser Dave,
isn't going to show his face here ever again. And that's fine with me.
I have a good man in my life now. And I'll always have you, Little
Davey, in my pussy, whenever Curt has made love to me, to give me an
extra buzz. It'll help to make up for all the pleasure Dave wasn't
generous enough to provide. Lucky you, Little Davey. You're going to
have a fantastic time from now on."
Dave wanted to scream. He would go mad from being aroused but never
satisfied, over and over and over. He had been condemned to an awful
fate, as he had requested. And he would never doubt or mock mogic again.
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