0 comments/ 35753 views/ 6 favorites Fairy Tail Ch. 01 By: MareCrisium Stepping through the front door and locking it behind me, I glanced down the corridor to see whether I had arrived too soon. The door at the far end stood open a few inches, spilling a warm, widening band of light into the carpeted hallway. It was just dusk, and the glow from behind the door mingled with the setting sunlight coming in through the high, rectangular windows on either side of the hall. Tossing my keys on the table by the door, I got out of my coat and laid it over the high back of the wooden chair in the foyer. As I made my way down the hall towards the welcoming light, eyes fixed ahead, I distractedly slid my briefcase through the staircase railing onto the steps leading upstairs. Reaching the door, I pushed it aside and stood still a moment, listening. Finding the room empty, I began to curse my poor timing but stopped short when my eyes fell on a yellow slip of paper resting nearby on an arm of the long sofa that wrapped around two sides of the spacious room. I unfolded it and read the simple written instructions, reading it again before rounding the corner into the adjoining study. Unbuttoning my shirt and kicking my shoes off, I stretched out to wait on the padded leather chaise lounge facing the door. She didn't keep me waiting long, but by the time Penny appeared in the doorframe with her mouth curled up into the winsome smile I knew so well, my mind had begun to wander and so had my hands. The mischievous expression on her lovely face was replaced at once with one of feigned indignation when she saw that I had already begun to celebrate our anniversary without her. "L-look at you—", I stammered. Before I could get the words out I broke up laughing as the little vision before me stumbled and nearly fell rushing over to slap my hand away from my half-erection. "You were supposed to wait!" she complained. Her eyes darted back and forth from my own down to the real object of her interest, that perpetual smile dancing on her lips and spoiling the seriousness of her rebuke. "How can I just lie here, soft, when I know what I'm waiting for?" I asked, sitting up and reaching to wrap my arms around her slender waist. She twisted away and stood up straight just out of reach, beaming at me again. "Think about it, Penny. When my illicit, 21-year-old girlfriend promises to make our first anniversary 'special', reaching under the table at a public restaurant and nibbling on my ear, whispering dirty suggestions, I'm going to have a hard time thinking of much else for the duration." "Well you didn't have to take it out," she pouted, her eyes flashing down to what I held in my lap. "Besides, you didn't really know what you were waiting for, now did you?" "I know now, though, don't I…Fairy Princess, I take it?" Blushing, she closed her eyes and nodded, lifting a thin, ribbony wand with one hand and waving the other over her body ceremoniously, as if to reveal the slutty attire she selected for the occasion. Turning one bare knee in, she presented the pink heels she had chosen. Open-toed and fastened with a little strap around the ankle, they showed off the lovely contours of her feet as well as the tiny, freshly painted nails lined up neatly in front. She turned and offered her full profile now, glancing at me sideways to observe my reaction. Slowly, my eyes followed the gentle curvature of her lean, athletic legs until coming to rest on her shapely ass. My gaze lingered dizzily on that perfect, heart-shaped trove before wandering up her graceful back—from which a pair of bright pink butterfly wings hung from between her shoulder blades like something from a twisted fantasy. They were about sixteen inches from top to bottom, made from a thin transparent fabric, and hung from thin elastic bands which wrapped tight under her arms and attached in back. They were trimmed in outline with the same pink marabou fur covering two little antennae projecting stiffly from the pink plastic headband she wore. Her girlish wand, wings and antennae nearly completed the outfit. I was pleased to find that her pert, smallish breasts were bare, their fat, puffy nipples visible beneath the sheer ripples of a transparent babydoll top I had never seen her wear before—also pink of course and trimmed in lace. Faintly adorned with floral designs, the seductive garment hung open a little from top to bottom, loosely fastened with a thick pink ribbon encircling Penny's delicate upper midriff and tied off to the side. The high-cropped cut of the négligée was extremely provocative. Penny's broad, shapely pelvic area, a feature she never tired of flaunting, was only half-concealed by the shameless hemline. She slowly rotated, not bothering to conceal her satisfaction with the effect it was having on her audience. Taunting me with a sultry, mocking smile, she paused to show me how the frilly hem hung less than an inch below the summit of that unclaimed treasure of an ass. Her panties left so little to the imagination that they were hardly to be described as a garment at all. She wore a thong, T-shaped in back, consisting of two threadlike straps joined by a tiny metal ring at the small of her back and attached to either end of the tiny swatch of satin which nestled vanishingly between her legs in front. No detail escaped my notice as she slowly turned for me. The thong rode low around her hips. The connecting strap in back dove deep between her buns and ran blessedly out of sight. The little pink triangle which hung in front from the strap encircling her waist was scarcely any larger than a band-aid. It dipped low, barely concealing her visibly puffy labia, a tiny pink island in the pale surrounding outline left from the larger, though hardly modest, bikini she had sunbathed in earlier that day. This was lingerie meant to leave much less to the imagination than it revealed. A narrow, closely trimmed strip of Penny's strawberry blonde pubic hair shamelessly peeked out about an inch above the triangular patch. It was an obscene reminder that her costume was, like others of its kind, intended not to be worn so much as to be discarded, violently and in a hurry. But my girl was taking her time for now. A woman with Penny's gifts needed little help from a costume so lewdly designed. Admiring her selection, watching it cling to her gorgeous young body, it seemed almost dangerously enticing. It's simply an invitation, I fancied; and an indecent one from such a fresh-faced, auburn angel as this one. Standing upright with her thighs together, she gave the scandalous, and nearly accurate, appearance of being nude from her navel to her ankles. Her smile contained something I couldn't quite discern, a half-kept secret she wasn't sure she wanted to share just yet. Her sweet voice broke the spell into which I'd fallen—the first of many she was to cast that evening. "Yes, baby, now you know what I'm wearing for our anniversary," she said warmly, condescending a little. "But for all you knew until a moment ago, I was going to invite all your stuffy colleagues over for tea and cake." "Well, let's be fair," I added with a shrug, "it's not as though I wouldn't be happy to have you…share your tea and cake with my stuffy colleagues. Especially our esteemed Chair." A rosy flush came to her sweet face. Over the year and a half I had known her, I'd often observed the disarming, in some ways misleading, effects this girl's winsome disposition can have on those content to settle for first impressions. "She's such a charming young woman," I had often heard from our colleagues and acquaintances. "Bright, outgoing. And so advanced for a junior graduate student." If they only knew. The flush on her cheeks lingered for a moment only before ebbing away. Fairy Tail Ch. 01 "Done," she said at once. "Has anything specific come to mind?" Her eyes flew wide in shock as my open hand rapped her face with a sharp report. "I didn't give you permission to speak, slave," I sternly replied, my eyes flashing angrily. "That mouth belongs to me now." She froze a moment, leaving me to playfully tug at her hair and kiss her with affected hostility. Giggling and nibbling my lower lip, she reached for my shaft and began to rub it in her open palm. Groaning my approval, my mouth sought the tender warmth of hers. I allowed her to stroke me for some time, drawing back now and again to drowsily observe the skillful ease with which she slowly brought me to full, throbbing hardness. By and by I lifted her up and rotated sideways, positioning myself at the edge of the recliner. I lowered her to the floor, guiding her by the hand to sit back on her heels between my knees. "I want you to ease me into your mouth an inch at a time," I instructed her, lifting her chin and brushing my thumb over her lips. "What do you say?" "As you wish." Smiling discreetly, my fairy bent her face close and reached to take me in her hands again. I gently pushed them away. "Fold them on your lap for now." She silently obeyed, raising her large, beautiful gray-green eyes to mine and extending her tongue. The pink tip flashed once, twice, lashing the tip of my penis, tickling my frenulum, the tangled, sensitive ridge of the head. The wicked touch of her tongue was like the forking lick of a flame. The sensation was dreadfully erotic, a dull burning cooled by the air she blew across the wet trail left by her tongue. My little consort knew what she was doing. I wondered, not for the first time, at who her earliest instructor might have been, and how long ago she had first learned how to pleasure a man this way. Whenever I tried to get her to reveal secrets such as these, she would only tease me with a new story, each one incompatible with, and more outrageous and indecent, than the last. It had been her closest childhood friend, burning with adolescent lust, that had given her the first orgasm of her young life; her high school softball coach, under the stadium bleachers, who had taught her to never spill a drop; her older step-brother, breaking her in, over and over again, on the flatbed of his truck; her lecherous uncle, consoling her after her first bad break up the night of her senior prom, whose every desire she had drunkenly indulged. Any one of these accounts could be the truth, of course, and I swelled now with the thought and at the prospect of sinking between those cute, teasing lips into her generous mouth. But here again, Penny knew better than to spoil things by surrendering it right away. She sat upright, holding my erection flat against my stomach, then bent and feathered the length of my shaft from below, starting at the back where my balls hung just past the edge of the leather sofa. I felt the tip of her tongue hesitate just beyond my sack, lathing the hidden spot where my thighs meet, darting a half inch back every few seconds in a dirty unspoken innuendo. Her eyes flashed at mine knowingly before she finally oiled my tool from base to tip in one slow, sultry motion. When she reached the head again she accepted my cock at last and the broad, weeping tip disappeared into her mouth. The swift entry was heavenly and wrung a soft cry from my lips. I took a handful of her hair in each hand, drew back and re-entered her mouth at an angle. Pistoning gently in the grip of her lips, sliding sideways across the wet warmth of her tongue beneath, I shuddered involuntarily, thickening with expectation. Penny's rosy cheek bulged out with several inches of what I was feeding her, then caved hollow as she fought my withdrawal with little sucking noises in the back of her throat. Stirred by her willing performance, I played a little more at using her mouth. Her lips made a deliciously wet sound when I pulled my head free and swiftly reinserted it, gripping the base of my cock with one hand and the back of her neck with the other. Each time I stabbed past her lips I penetrated more deeply, finally bottoming out against the back of her throat. It was surprisingly tight back there, like a warm little pussy just out of reach, and Penny was more than happy to gag a little so that I could see just how much room there was in that deceptively petite mouth. My curiosity temporarily sated, she wiped the tears from her eyes and eagerly complied with my instructions to make my rod nice and sloppy. After a few moments, she extended her tongue, holding it all in place for me to inspect. Satisfied, I laid it along her cheek, still sticky with the spit trailing in a foamy arc from her mouth, admiring the lewdness of the display. I pulled at the shaft and let it smack wetly against one side of Penny's blushing, upturned face, then rubbed it lengthwise over the other. But it wasn't long before I wanted that mouth again and let Penny take over. For a moment she sat back on her heels and beat me off, holding my cock at arm's length and eyeing me thoughtfully. She seemed to be considering her options. Was this a tease, a reminder that, according to our arrangement, she had but one option? Painfully aroused, I watched her hold my member upright and pump it carefully with one hand while the other alternated indecisively between fondling my tightening sack and exploring the growing wetness between her thighs. She expressed her own increasing arousal in a little series of tense sighs and gasps, her eyes never leaving mine even as, finally, she sunk down and swallowed my straining erection. Settling into a slow rhythm, she bobbed her head up and down over my lap while I lay back moaning appreciatively. I'll confess that I did little to censor the smutty images flashing through my mind in a sort of drowsy pornographic daydream as I gazed up at the ceiling and let the young slut between my legs worship my cock like she promised she would. After all, my little anniversary present was both the cause and the featured subject of these impromptu fantasies, though she was hardly the only party involved, and I was seldom the only other. I had only enjoyed a few minutes of Penny's skillful attentions when the time came to see just how wet our little game had made my fairy princess. She pouted some as I pulled out of her mouth and pinched the tip of my cock to bring myself back from the edge to which she had brought me so fast. "If I let you keep going, you'll have a bellyful of cum before I have my second wish," I explained. With a meaningful shrug she rested back on her heels to watch me, not bothering to wipe her mouth or dry her face. She hadn't stopped fondling herself while sucking me and was clearly eager, as always, for us both to cum. "I know you're probably hungry for it, you little bitch," I responded, using the sort of language that she ashamedly craves when she's aroused, "but don't cry just yet. A little patience goes a long way." Her left hand stayed tucked away between her legs, working slowly, the other gathering up one of her frisky breasts in a tiny handful. She gazed at me forlornly, biting her flushed lower lip in mute frustration. I filed the mental picture away for future use and fought back the urge to throw her down and ravage her without further ado. "For a slave girl, you know how to get what you want," I said after a moment's pause. "And what you seem to want, you little temptress, is to get fucked senseless." She smiled knowingly. "Something else?" I asked. Penny had admitted to having fantasized about what she described as the ultimate taboo. I was surprised when she claimed that many women have done so, and that she and her friends have talked about it in confidence. "What does my little fairy really want?" "Could it be that she likes the idea of being raped?" When she dropped her eyes, then met mine and shrugged again, this time with that wicked smile clinging to the corners of her mouth, I couldn't help being a little rough standing her up and baring her upper body. I laid her babydoll top aside but left her wings. Stretching her on the couch, I traced the gentle curvature of those long, beautiful legs with the tips of my fingers. Straightening them out, I took her by the ankles, held them together and raised them aloft, rocking her back and admiring the shapely picture of vulnerability laid before me. She was in heat, horny and squirming, but I took my time looking over my anniversary present. Between the full, rounded cheeks of her gorgeous ass, that precious cooze peeked out on either side of the tiny strip of a thong which had sunk amidst the ruddy tangle of lips in Penny's urgency to get her fingers into her tender little hole. I wanted a taste now that she had buttered it up so well for me. The satin strap ran on back, deep into the furrow between those beautiful buns. Still holding Penny's ankles aloft, I tugged one cheek aside with my free hand to get a closer look. The strap was still in place, lying right down the middle of the brown crinkle surrounding my fairy's dirtiest entry. My mouth watered for that, too, and I fingered my shaft as my imagination briefly toyed with possibilities for using my two remaining wishes. "Like what you see?" I heard a voice call from below. "Let me show you what I like." I gave her ass a sharp smack and, Penny squealing in playful protest, pulled those slutty panties up and off, tossing them aside and leaving her naked now but for her heels and marabou wings. Wasting no more time, taking a delicate ankle in each hand, I dropped to my knees by the edge of the couch and pushed her knees to her chest where she held them in place with her hands. Her legs I splayed to either side, holding her smooth thighs flat against the padded leather surface. The damp folds of her cunt were now level with my face, pouting voluptuously. I buried my head between her legs and dragged my tongue from bottom to top. I ate her greedily. She responded at once to my hungry exploration of that sticky mess, writhing and moaning noisily, inhibition either forgotten or cast aside. I was no less beside myself as I nibbled at her puffy clit, savoring the strong, funky taste of the nectar in which she had soaked herself in her excitement. I knelt lapping at her long enough to bring her to the brink twice. But each time I left her stranded there, whimpering and clutching at my hair, desperate for the release she had been craving since early that morning.