Part One – The artefact

Diiinggg! The shop bell gave a resounding ring as Mrs Pennington pushed open the door of the dingy old shop.

Amelia Pennington was the haughty national delegate of the Association of Towns Women’s Clubs and as such she travelled around the country to various meetings. As a keen collector of antiques and objet d’art, whenever she saw an antique shop she just had to have a browse around.

On entering the shop which rejoiced in the name of ‘NEEDFUL THINGS’ she immediately regretted it. Never had she seen such an untidy, dirty shop. Everything seemed to be covered in a layer of dust that had been undisturbed for years. As there was no sign of anyone serving, Amelia resolved to do a quick about turn and leave the shop. The door had shut behind her and it seemed to be stuck. She wrestled with it, but failed to move it. As she pushed and pulled she saw a sign on the door that read ‘YOU ARE WELCOME TO LOOK BUT YOU MUST BUY.’ We’ll see about that, she thought. No way was she going to buy anything from this grotty old shop.

‘Hello, hello. This door is stuck. Is anyone there?’ she called in an angry tone. There was no response. Oh well she thought, I may as well have a look round while am waiting for the idiot who owns this dump to come and let me out. Amelia glanced disdainfully round the shop. Never had she seen such a motley collection of old junk.

Amelia’s face was set in a scornful frown as she looked around, avoiding contact with any of the dusty surfaces. She shuddered as she walked into a cobweb dangling from the ceiling. She wiped the clinging web from her face with a tissue, vowing never to set foot in such a dreadful place ever again. Then suddenly her gaze fell on a bright silver box. Oddly there was no dust on it at all. It looked bright and cared for, unlike everything else in the shop. Amelia carefully lifted the lid and gasped as she saw the contents. It was a strangely carved piece of ivory in the form of a phallus with little nude figure scrambling over it. Amelia picked it up, blushing as she realized what she was holding.

“Delightful little thing, is it not?” a croaking voice inquired.

Amelia jumped out of her skin. She had not noticed the wizened old man who had suddenly appeared at the rear of the shop. Flustered at being found holding such an object, Amelia quickly replaced it in its box.

“Um, I was er just um er browsing,” stuttered the embarrassed Mrs Pennington.

‘It’s very reasonably priced, dear lady and very rare. It is an ancient oriental love charm.’

‘I assure you my good man I am not interested.’

‘Are you sure, dear lady? It could be a good investment?’

Amelia began to think. Although repulsed by the shop, the object and the wizened old man, her knowledge of old ivory antiques told her the item could be valuable to a collector. She wondered how much the man would want for it. As if reading her mind the man said ‘I will give you a very good price for cash. I am rather old fashioned. I do not like credit cards. Amelia though fast. She knew she had less than fifty pounds in her purse.

‘Oh that settles it, ‘ she said. ‘I can’t afford it. ‘I have little cash on me.’

‘Can you afford £38.46?’

A strange price Amelia thought. She took out her purse and counted the cash. ‘Thirty five, six, seven plus 2 fifty pence pieces makes £38 and... 46p’ Amelia gasped in surprise. She had the exact amount asked for. In a daze she handed over the cash and before she knew what was happening she was on her way out of the old shop with the mysterious box in her bag.

She just heard the shop keeper’s parting words ‘Everyone gets what they need at Needful Things.

When Amelia arrived back at her hotel room she immediately examined her strange purchase. As she handled the object she found it was amazingly tactile – polished as if it had been handled thousands of times. She ran her fingers along it and she was aware of a feeling in her loins that she had not felt for years. Her sex life had long finished. Her aged husband no longer had the inclination. She closed her eyes as she handled the object. Strangely she found that the object began to feel like hard flesh as if she were caressing a stiff penis. Amelia was conscious of a stirring inside her panties. She realized that her vagina was beginning to moisten just as it did when she was a nubile teenager.

‘Oooh’ she groaned as she moved her fingers up her stocking encased thighs seeking out the crotch of her knickers, wanting to satiate the feeling that was increasing every moment. She needed to masturbate something she had not done for years. Amelia breathed heavily as she hitched her skirt up so that she could better reach her damp crotch.

In a moment her fingers were tracing the cleft in the crotch of her panties as she sought to put out the fire that raging there.

Amelia lowered her pretty knickers enjoying the lewdness of her private passion.

Amelia fingered the pouting lips of her hot, wet pussy.

Then she knew what she had to do. She reached for the strange phallic object and thrust it into her waiting hole.

The feeling was amazing. The object seemed to take on a life of its own. It moved - writhing within her without help from Amelia. It pushed and withdrew then plunged in again, penetrating the depth of her vagina. Her mature slit responded, juicing up to lubricate the pulsating cock. For it was indeed a real cock. No longer an inanimate piece of ivory but a real, living penis. Amelia enjoyed her first orgasm in years, but still the ivory prick pistoned in and out. Amelia was being fucked. Suddenly she felt the presence of a young, virile man. He was there with her, fucking her as she had never been fucked before. His penis felt wonderful. It was large enough to just stretch her vaginal walls, but not so big as to be uncomfortable. The young man was sensitive to her needs as if he was just there to pleasure her.

Amelia was lost in a world of passion. The young man fucked her into orgasm after orgasm. When she was spent she fell into a deep, contented sleep.

Everyone gets what they need from Needful Things.

Part Two - After-shave

Fourteen year old Danny Simpson gazed in the window of the old shop. He was not planning to buy anything. He was short of cash. On a crazy impulse he had invited Amanda Devonshire to see a movie. His friend, Del Clarke had warned him against it.

‘You’re wasting your fucking time, Danny. She is such a stuck up bitch. She won’t go and even if she does, you won’t get anything. She’s fucking frigid.’

One boy had gone even further. He had once tried to get his hand up her skirt and been very firmly rebuffed by an indignant and angry Amanda.

‘She’s a fucking lesbian, ‘ he had confidently informed Danny.

Never the less, despite the warnings of his friends Danny had asked Amanda, the poshest and prettiest girl in the class, to go with him to see the film at The Curzon. All he needed now was the financial means to pay for the tickets. He had been convinced that his mum would stump up but unfortunately on this occasion mum refused, reminding Danny that he had reneged on a promise he had made to weed her flower borders after the last time she had helped him out.

Now as he looked in the window of ‘Needful Things, ‘ he was wondering if the old man bought things as well as selling them. After all, he reasoned, he must get his stock from somewhere. In his pocket he had an old fountain pen. It was a good make, but unfortunately the nib was broken. It still looked quite nice though. Danny could see a row of similar pens in the window. Maybe, just maybe the old man would give him enough for the pen to pay for the cinema tickets. Danny breathed in deeply and entered the shop.

The old man appeared through a door at the rear of the shop and looked at Danny with a penetrating gaze.

‘Do you buy stuff, mister?’

‘Sometimes I do, sonny. What have you got to sell?’

Danny proffered the pen and the old man examined it carefully.

‘Mmm. It is quite a good make, but unfortunately it is broken.’ He stared again at Danny.

‘I think I might be able to give you ten pounds for it. Will that do?’

Danny did a quick calculation. The cinema tickets would be three pounds each. Seven pounds. The extra three pounds would pay for popcorn and a drink. It was better than he could have hoped. He quickly agreed the offer. The old man took the pen and took a ten pound note from the till and handed it to Danny. Danny turned to leave the shop when the old man called him back.

‘Wait a moment.’

Danny gulped. He hoped the old man hadn’t changed his mind.

‘Here take this, ‘ he said offering Danny a small bottle.

‘What is it?’ asked Danny.

‘Its a rather nice quality after shave lotion. Just a sample really. You’ll like it.’

Danny was about to inform the man that he didn’t shave yet but then thought it might impress Amanda if he turned up at the cinema wearing an exotic after-shave.

‘Thanks mister, ‘ said Danny, taking the bottle and making to leave the shop.

‘You’re very welcome sonny. Enjoy the film.’

It was only after the door slammed shut behind him that Danny wondered how the old man knew he was going to the cinema. He didn’t remember saying anything about his plans.

Danny applied copious amounts of the after-shave before setting off to the cinema where he hoped to meet Amanda in the foyer. Oddly enough Danny thought that there was very little aroma in the after-shave. Perhaps it was past its sell by date. Ah well, never mind. It was a free-bee and he had got the cash for the cinema.

Amanda was there in the foyer waiting for him. Danny was relieved because he had not been at all sure she would turn up.

‘Mmmm, Danny, that nice. You smell gorgeous, ‘ she enthused.

‘Oh just some after-shave, I have, ‘ shrugged Danny, surprised that Amanda had noticed it. Maybe something is wrong with my olfactory system, he reasoned.

They took their seats near to the back of the cinema. Danny hardly believed his good fortune, sitting next to the prettiest girl in the class. He slid his arm as casually as he could over the back of her seat trying to pluck up the courage to place a protective arm around her shoulder. He wanted to give her a little squeeze but was afraid if he was too forward he might put her off. As he pondered the situation he felt Amanda’s hand on his lap. Had she put it there by accident he wondered. There was no doubt about her intention as he felt her pulling down the zip of his jeans.