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Magic DickMAGIC DICKI watched as she entered the bar. She wore a little black dress, hemline mid-thigh. Probably in her mid-thirties: she sported perky small breasts and a trim figure. Raven black hair and porcelain skin. She was petite so had to struggle a bit getting onto the bar stool. I enjoyed the brief view of skin above her thigh-highs.I smiled at her and she smiled back. With one look we both knew what the other wanted, and it wasn’t each other. She was definitely a Coyote, in pursuit of young, hard-bodied, six-packed men with lots of stamina. I was in pursuit of GILF’s.We struck up a conversation. Pretty much had to. We were the only patrons and the TV behind the bar was broken. The bartender was at the far end of the bar watching a soccer match on a tiny old TV.Both of us agreed we’d cut the conversation short if a “person of interest” should enter the bar. There was an empty bar stool between us.I couldn’t stand holding my latest adventure to myself. “Want to hear a story?”Coyote chuckled, “Sure, why not? This place is as dead as a door nail.”“You probably won’t believe this but here goes.”“I was walking the beach near my home and stumbled over a bottle. Picked it up for a closer look. It had a squat bottom and long neck, and a hinged top. I dusted off the sand, rubbing it to get a better look when suddenly the top popped open followed by a jet of what looked like steam. Suddenly with a sound that could only be described as ‘POIT!’ A genie appeared before me!“But here’s the killer: she looked like Barbara Eden.”“Seriously?” Coyote laughed.“That’s what I said. Genie went on to explain her appearance was for me, and that I wouldn’t like what she really looked like. I was already on guard, knowing from tales and bar jokes that genies are a wily bunch and will twist your wishes into nightmares. You know the old joke about a guy wishing to be hung like a bull and poof he’s a bull in a pasture!‘But I was not gonna be outfoxed. Especially by a genie that looks like Barbara Eden! So I told her I would give her three wishes but I would write them down with full specifications to make sure there was NO misunderstandings.”“So what did you wish for?” Coyote was getting into this story.“A Magic Dick, Magic Touch, and Magic Finance.”“Interesting. And just what do each of these wishes give you exactly?” Coyote had spun on her stool so she could face me. Marie Osmond came to mind when she smiled.“Well…it’s complicated. Kinda. If I described the specifications it would probably sound like me reading you the instruction set for the Intel Core i7 CPU. Perhaps the best way to describe these ‘powers” would be to tell you about the first time I used them. If you have the time or patience for this.‘I don’t normally kiss and tell, but you wouldn’t know who I’ll talk about and I’m pretty sure we’re not even from the same city. And it would certainly make it easier to understand. I must warn you that the story is a bit graphic that some might feel inappropriate.” I smiled.“I don’t think that would be a problem for me,” she winked.“Right, so here we go! You don’t need to work too hard to know what a Magic Dick might be. I decided I needed a GILF as a partner to fully check out my new powers, so I decided to go to a target-rich environment: the local Modern Mega Mart.”Coyote guffawed. “Really? A grocery store? Are you k**ding me?”“Certainly not! It’s a great place to go. Eventually everyone goes there. All a guy has to do is identify a target and play the old ‘I don’t know what to do’ trick. It’s the equivalent to the broken wing act. Works every time on lovely matrons who are dedicated to nurturing.‘So I cruised the produce aisles in search of the perfect partner, and there she was! She was silver blond, more like silver threads among the gold. Nice broad hips. I’d say she was about five and a half feet tall. She was wearing a light semi-transparent blouse that revealed a full white bra underneath. She was in a yellow cotton skirt that ended mid-thigh. Her breasts were full and round and high, not saggy at all. Either she was still perky or she was wearing a very good bra.”“Good bra,” muttered Coyote.“Whatever. I decided to use my favorite line. I was standing in front of the avocados. I picked one up, looked her in the eye and said, ‘How do you know if these are good or not?’ She smiled and told me how. Something about the stem and blah blah blah. So I put a couple in my cart and rolled closer to her. I was in front of the cantaloupes. I looked at her breasts and the melons, picked two that appeared closest in size to her. ‘Are these good?’‘She laughed and said, ‘They need to be mature. They should be firm and not mushy.’”“We both laughed. That broke the ice and we spent the next 15 minutes sharing kaçak bahis and comparing k**s, grandk**s, where we lived etc. We found out we only lived a few miles from each other in the same subdivision. I decided to make my move, and started up Magic Dick.‘”
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