3 comments/ 18080 views/ 13 favorites Bewitching Belle By: MrJack There is an old saying about fishing and work. It goes something like this; 'The worst day fishing is better than the best day working'! I was having one of those days. Work had gone well and, in general, I suppose it was a good day. But, I was getting 'antsy' and I wanted to get 'out of here'. With it being Friday, I skipped lunch and headed home to get a jump on the weekend. Perhaps it was a bit of the kid in me that made me feel like I was playing 'hooky'. I suppose in many ways I just refused to grow up. As soon as I got home, I was out of my suit and tie and into my fishing clothes in a very short time. Barefooted, I sprinted through the wide expanse of my bluegrass lawn, jumped into my truck, and sped to the creek. Now, here I was sitting on a creek bank with a fishing pole clutched in one hand and a cold beer clasped in the other. The fish weren't biting at all. Hell, this was fine with me! At least I wasn't at work! Things just couldn't get any better than this! Time was meandering as slowly as the waters of my favorite fishing creek. I downed the last beer from the six-pack. Or, was it a twelve-pack? I disremember. Disremember? Is this a word? I think it means that I forgot to remember. I made a mental note to look it up in the dictionary later, if I didn't 'disremember' to. Had I had drank those beers too quickly? Maybe I was a bit tipsy. My head was getting fuzzy. What I needed was a good, cold, 'wake-me-up' swim. I was sitting on a big, flat ledge rock which protruded over the calm surface of the slow moving creek. It only took seconds for me to strip down to my birthday suit. As soon as my manhood was released from its confinement inside my jeans, it sprang to life. At 30, I was still in the prime of life. I was vigorous, virile, and always horny. The thick, meaty, erectness of the rod between my legs proved this point. Plunging into the inviting water, I was reminded pretty damn quickly that cold creek water and erect cocks are not companionable friends. No siree, they are sworn enemies! The cold water attacked my muscular meat! In self defense, the rod shriveled to half its original size. After a few refreshing laps, I headed back for the ledge rock. I was wading through thigh-deep water when a bee began buzzing around my face. I shook my wet head, but the worrisome insect would not let me alone. I swatted at it again and again. Finally, I hit the irritating son-of-a-bitch and knocked it winding. It landed on the rock toward which I strode. Now, wait a goddamn minute! That's not a bee! Is it? Why, it's too big. It's too big by a long shot. And hell, it's getting even bigger by the second! As my befuddled eyes stared, the 'bee' stood up on its legs. Stood up? Damnit, bees can't stand up! Bees can't speak, either. But, this one did. Shit, it spoke plain as day! With a giggly, melodious voice, it said, "Sir, you sure are quick. That's the first time anyone has ever been able to touch me! I like to fly around and tease humans." I suppose I'd consumed a lot more beers than I'd imagined. Why, I must be drunk as a skunk! My imagination was running wild. My mind knew for a fact that the girl hadn't really spoken. Girl...? I wondered why this word came to my mind. My eyes focused again on the 'imaginary' creature. Why hell, it sure looked like a girl! I saw a tiny feminine head, torso, and legs. Luminous, pale blue, semi-transparent wings fluttered behind the creature's back. The winged sprite was even speaking in a soft, feminine voice, "Why are you staring at me like that? You act like you've seen a ghost. Do you think I'm a ghost?" Well, I wasn't about to engage in a conversation with a figure out of my inebriated imagination! No, I wasn't! Contrarily, curiosity took control of my senses and caused my voice to involuntarily speak, "No, I don't think you're a ghost. For all I know, you're a fairy or some other mythical creature." The girl seemed offended. She spoke irritably, "Fairies are not mythical creatures! They're not 'creatures' at all. And, they're as real as you are Mister! I guess I ought to know because I'm one myself! Technically I'm a 'Pixie'." Pixie my ass! She wasn't real! Yet, I could still hear her voice, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Belle. 'Bell' is actually my last name. I added an 'e' to it and made it my first. I bet you can't guess my real first name? What's your name?" Without knowing why, I answered, "My last name is 'Pan' and it's real. I didn't make it up. My first name is Peter. Girlie, I couldn't guess your name if I tried! The only 'Belle' I've heard of is the one in Beauty and the Beast." The girl giggled again. She spoke merrily, "I'm not 'that' Belle, she's prettier than me. I like her though because she's so sweet. I've been to parties with her. You've gotten your stories mixed up. My first name is actually 'Tinker'." I now knew for damn sure I was intoxicatingly 'smashed'. I was talking to a 'being' named... Hell, I didn't dare think it! But, I did. I thought about what I was doing. I was talking to...a fairy calling herself, 'Tinker Bell'. While I was thinking, the diminutive female apparition vigorously shook her head. Golden dust fell from her hair and cloaked her tiny body from sight. When the dust cloud settled, a full sized feminine form sat on the rock before me. Good god, I suddenly thought. There was no mistaking her femininity now! The female creature was about five foot two with eyes of sparkling blue. She probably weighed no more than one hundred pounds. Shimmering blond curls covered her head with a ponytail bun sitting up high. As to her age, well if I was to use human years as a measurement, I'd say she looked like she might be in her late teens or perhaps even near to the ripe old age of 20. But, truth be told, I didn't know a hell of a lot about judging the age of fairies. This particular fairy was definitely an undeniable female version of her mythological species. Her dress provided the most revealing evidence of femininity. It had no shoulders, it had no sleeves, and it had hardly any back! The zigzagging hemline was so short it barely covered her crotch and ass. Pale green was the color. Only two things kept the dress from falling off the feminine form. Both of them were nicely-formed, well-rounded breasts! My eyes locked on to those protruding mounds and stared in wonder. My gaze moved only to look at her legs. Slim, seductive limbs started at green slippers and traveled upward and disappeared under the hem of the micro-short dress. My mesmerized mind was wondering if she had on panties or a bra under her skimpy fairy costume. My shriveled manhood was recovering from its cold water immersion. Fairy, pixie, or whatever the hell this beguiling creature was, her stunningly sexy feminine shapes were making my cock hard again! The girl was speaking again. Inquisitively, she asked, "Sir, what's that thing there between your legs? Is that a snake? You'd better be careful because it's swelling up fast and getting longer!" Unconsciously, I looked down to see my muscular manhood growing into its fully erect length. I didn't realize how close I'd walked to the girl. As I looked at my cock, a feminine hand closed around it. The fingertips of the small hand barely reached around the engorged rod. The curious pixie girl spoke with my swollen cock in her hand, "Is this thing what human males call a 'penis'? It's nice. I like it. I like it a lot! I don't know why, but I love it! What do you do with it?" Why I said it, I couldn't say, but mischievous words spilled from my mystified mind, "It's called a 'cock'. It has only one major purpose in life. It's made for feminine mouths to suck on. We call it 'cocksucking'." Unbelievably, the uninhibited girl kicked her slippers off and scooted out to the edge of the rock. She leaned over and popped my cock into her mouth! Holy-shit, she had taken my words literally! I wondered if she was really that naive or that innocently inexperienced. Inexperienced naivety or not, the playful little sprite was eagerly sucking the cock in her mouth. She allowed natural instincts to take their course, but her virtuous inexperienced soon became evident. After I gave her a few words of encouraging advice, the girl quickly caught on. Her mouth and tongue began a frenzied cocksucking exploration. Her tongue licked and teased my pulsating flesh. Her lips kissed and caressed. Her mouth, her small tight oral orifice, sucked hungrily. With a saliva-lubricated mouth, her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. My meat sank deeper and deeper into her throat. My hands became entwined in her curly blond locks. I held on and pulled her closer. Shit, small mouth or not, she certainly had a deep throat! Her frenzied bobbing sucked my shaft in to the hilt. The entire length became buried inside her pixie girl mouth and throat. I stood in the knee-deep water while the innocent little nymph kissed and sucked my throbbing hard manhood. I held on to my man juices as long as I could. But hell, she was just too seductively tantalizing to hang on for long! While the girl merrily played, my mind began debating the question of whether or not to pull out before cumming. I knew she'd be confused by the sudden eruption of male seminal fluids. Before I could end my debate, my decision was made for me. I was already cumming! I was cumming harder than I had ever cum before! I began to orgasm with a greater pleasure than I'd known could exist! I screamed to the sky in orgasmic bliss. Pressurized cock-cream spilled from my overflowing seminal reservoirs. Stream after stream of thick, hot, milky fluid filled the girl's mouth. Amazingly, instead of being confused or repulsed, she began swallowing every fast-spurting drop. She even licked and lapped at every droplet attempting to escape her mouth. Time passed as a blissful blur of nearly-unbearable joy. The insatiable girl, hell I might as well call her Belle, sucked and swallowed until finally no more cream would flow. Only then did she allow my empty cock to pull out of her mouth. Yet, Belle licked and kissed the cum-coated shaft clean before sitting back on the rock. Belle was smiling contently. She spoke giddily, "Ok Peter, that was fun! And, your milk tasted so good. Wow, it was better than the sweet honey I love! Can I suck your 'cock' again? Can I have some more of your sweet milk?" I laughed at the naive young sprite. My voice sang merrily, "Yes you most certainly can. But, young lady, you'll have to wait a while. I don't know about pixie fairy males, but we human fellas take a while for our cocks to get hard again. Belle, when I get hard again, you can suck all you want!" Disappointed, the girl pouted, but then her eyes sparkled. She leaned toward me and shook her head. Several dozen flakes of golden dust flew from her hair and landed on the now flaccid shaft of my drained cock. I felt a tickling, tingling sensation as they settled on my flesh. Unbelievably, my meat immediately stiffened again! Incredibly, my cock was rock hard and stretched out to its full length! I spoke in astonishment, "Hell, Belle, what was the flaky stuff coming from your head?" The mischievous minx answered happily, "Oh that? It's just 'pixie dust'. I was born with it in my hair. I suppose there's a bit of magic in it. Hey, Peter, you are hard again! I'm going to get some more cock and milk. You said I could, didn't you?" Yes, I 'had' said she could suck me when I got hard. Well, I was hard. And, she was sucking. Belle now had a little more experience. She knew what to do so she took her time. With my cock in her mouth, she sucked, licked, and kissed with energetic zeal. One minute passed and then several more. Time passed and I was lost in magical madness. Lordy, the girl was a quick study! She was turning out to be the best cocksucking female to ever have my meat in her mouth! Not only was my manhood fully restored to its elongated glory, but my seminal reservoirs were completely replenished, too. Hell, if this impish pixie wanted cock cream, then that's what she will get! I began shooting and spurting manly fluids again. I was cumming with the same glorious orgasmic intensity as before! My engorged shaft summoned forth more seminal juices and forcibly spewed them out. Belle's mouth again filled with thick creamy milk. The quantity was just as much as the first time. She swallowed, licked, and lapped. I gave in to heavenly carnal surrender. Mighty orgasms rocked my world! Oh damn, I thought I'd never stop cumming! But, after an eternity of time, I finally did. This time, I knew I was drained for good. Yet, as soon as my limp shaft escaped from the girl's tight, wet mouth, Belle sprinkled it again with pixie dust. And, again my meat came to life. The wanton young vixen began sucking again. This time, I grabbed hold of her hair and forcibly pulled the cock-hungry girl away. I pushed her back onto the rock. I spoke seriously, "Damnit Belle, you've got to quit that! Cocksucking is fine, but there is something else human men like to do with hard cocks. Have you ever been fucked?" The pixie girl stared at me with a quizzical look in her eye. She was pouting again. She wasn't any too happy about loosing the cock from her mouth. She was still licking cream from her lips. With irritation in her voice and a stern look in her eyes, she petulantly answered, "Maybe I have and maybe I haven't!" For a seemingly innocent pixie fairy, I'd say the girl was a feisty handful of female passion. Yet, I could tell she was new to this game of sex play. Her next words proved it. With curiosity getting the best of her, she inquired, "What does 'fuck' mean?" I laughed. My laughter was hearty and loud. I was not laughing at the girl, I was laughing because of her. I'd never met such an irresistibly seductive female. She was alluringly pretty and sexy. She was mischievous, temperamental, bold, and aggressive. Yet, she had an innocent sexual curiosity begging for adventure. Intuitively, I had the feeling her aggressive actions were a way of searching for affection or perhaps even love. Looking at the wondrous female creature, I began thinking silently, "If I wasn't under the hallucinating effects of alcoholic spirits, and if she were not a 'figment of my imagination' then I just might be the man who would be willing to share love with her." Impulsively, I reached out, pulled the imaginary seductress to me, and kissed her lips. Her mouth opened in startled surprise. She pulled away, but then came right back. Her arms flew around my neck and her warm lips melted against mine. With a few words of encouraging instruction, Belle soon became a skillful kisser. Our mouths, lips, and tongues played merry games of ardent passion. The line between the overpowering forces of lust and love was becoming dim and blurred. With breathless wonder Belle whispered into my ear, "Oh Peter, I love this! I love the feeling of your lips against mine. You could 'fuck' me like this all day and I'd be so happy! I'm so glad you've taught me how to fuck!" Laughter again escaped from deep in my heart. I pulled the girl closer, hugged her tighter, and kissed her with an unexplainable adoration. Soft words spilled from my lips, "Listen here babe, this is not 'fucking'! This is just kissing. Fucking is even better than this! I told you, it is something a man does with a hard cock." Belle pulled away and again looked at me with puzzling eyes. Her voice questioned, "This is 'kissing'? I like kissing. Oh, I like it very much. So, just what is fucking? Will you teach me how to do it, Peter?" I shook my head in amazement. I was getting in too deep with this girl. Realization hit me like icicle shower. I'd been swimming and standing in the cold creek water long enough to sober up from a two-day drunk. I now knew for a fact that I was not inebriated with alcoholic spirits. But, I most certainly was under the spell of an intoxicating high which made my heart and mind soar with delight. My heart and mind were not the only parts of my body jumping with joy. The pulsating rod between my legs was dancing with hungered anticipation. Standing there in the cool creek water, I debated my next move. Hell, I couldn't take advantage of an innocent, naive waif who had no idea as to what she was asking for! Yet, damnit-to-hell, I wanted to fuck her and she was begging for me to do it! I reached for the hem of Belle's short-short, lime-green dress. With one tug, I pulled it up over her head and tossed it aside. I found out then that this enchanting fairy did indeed wear no bra and she wore no panties. I also discovered that a pixie female's body parts are much the same as human females. My eyes did notice one exception. Even at her advanced teen age, Belle's body had no hair anywhere except on her head! There was not one hair, bump, scar, or blemish to mar the exquisite expanse of her fabulous female form. Perky, fully-formed breasts stood out proudly as decorative chest ornamentations. Dark pink nipples and pale areolas completed the upper body decorations. There, between her legs was a pussy. And, a pretty sight, it was! Her body might be pixie-petite, but her vaginal protrusion was one with feminine maturity. With no hair as a cover, the nude pussy swelled in a magnificently mounded bulge. Oh hell, I wanted my cock inside the beautiful mound of femininity! I pushed Belle to her back on the rock and moved between her outspread legs. I was standing thigh deep in the creek and the girl's pussy was lying at a perfect cock-insertion height. I knew I should slow down! This was a time for slow, intimate foreplay. That's the way fucking works best. Pussy foreplay comes first followed by penile penetration. But, I couldn't wait! Forgive me 'Miss Manners', I was going to have to break the rules of proper copulation etiquette. The capricious, hot-blooded female fairy had sprinkled her pixie dust on my cock and made it hot, hard, and horny as hell! It 'demanded' I put it inside her pussy! With my fingers, I spread wide the mounded pussy lips before me. The head of my cock tenderly touched the vaginal entrance. The opening was wet. Hot-damn, Belle's pussy was dripping wet with slippery moisture! This wetness lubricated the cock head which was attempting to gain entrance. I gently spread the delicate butterfly wings of the glistening-wet inner pussy lips. My erection pushed in slowly and tenderly. I felt resistance. It was just as I thought! This female pixie was a virgin! Hell, I'd come too far to stop now! I'd never busted a pixie cherry before, but as they say; there's a first time for everything. With one quick thrust, I entered the virginal void and broke through the hymen. Belle's high-pitched fairy scream could probably be heard for miles. I was thankful we were deep in the woods. Thankful too was I that the girl didn't fly away in fear. Fly? Oh yeah, I just remembered. This female I was fucking could fly! But, unexpectedly, she wasn't attempting to fly away anywhere! In fact, feminine instinct propelled her to action. Her legs wrapped around my ass and her hips lifted to meet the incoming intruder inside her pussy. Oh glory be to me, my cock had found a fairytale home! Warm, wet, feminine lubricants invited the welcomed visitor to stay for a while and get cozy and comfortable. Comfortable...? Yes, I suppose this was a word to describe how my manhood felt. Ecstatic joy might be more appropriate words! My elongated, hard shaft was slipping in and out of Belle's pussy in slow, rhythmic cycles. Deep it would plunge and then slowly pull back. Deep again it went and then back out and in again. I was having sexual intercourse with a fabulous female fairy and experiencing the time of my life! Goodness gracious, pixie dust was a wondrous aphrodisiac and cock-hardener! I was fucking Belle so long I was loosing track of time. I'd never stayed so steel-hard inside a pussy this long before! Bewitching Belle I was grunting and groaning like a wild beast in the woods. Belle was whining and crying with unrestrained carnal obsession. Moaning and gasping for breath, she cried out with an impassioned whisper, "Oh Peter, is this 'fucking'? Oh my, oh my, it feels good! It doesn't get better than this, does it? It couldn't possibly be better than this!" At first, I was going to laugh at the girl. But, then I thought again. I loved her curious innocence and naivety. I loved her sexual awakening and the part I was playing in it. I answered her with the voice of an experienced teacher, "Yes Belle, this is 'fucking'. And yes. it really feels good. But girl, it does get better! I'll just have to show you how." My rhythmic thrusts became more forceful. I penetrated the slippery vaginal cavity with a frenzied series of jackhammer strokes. My engorged meat stimulated every vibrating nerve inside the pixie girl's tight young pussy. As I fucked Belle, I watched her face. I saw the transformation begin. My mind told me she was on the verge of an orgasm. When her pussy muscles contacted and squeezed my shaft, I knew she was ready to cum. Belle moaned loudly and wailed with unrestrained glee when her first orgasm began. Her legs squeezed my hips in a vice-like grip and pulled me close. My cock-strokes continued. The girl cried out again as another orgasm rocked her. She was cumming with intense, powerful orgasms. Her face was aglow with joy. With my meat inside her tight young pixie pussy, I began cumming, too! My orgasms were as violently overwhelming as the ones she'd given my when she was sucking my cock! God, I was cumming so hard I was about to loose my mind! Magical pixie dust had again filled my manhood with another load of seminal fluid. The hole in the end of my cock opened wide and expelled this thick, creamy mixture of semen and sperm into Belle's deep, warm vaginal abyss. When my hot cock cream began to fill her pixie pussy, Belle's body responded with another series of unfettered, uninhibited orgasms. She cried aloud as multiple orgasms caused her to shudder and shake with ecstasy. I was elated beyond belief because I could give this girl so much orgasmic joy. But, I was a little disappointed by the fact that men couldn't have multiple orgasms, too. This didn't seem fair. Yet, as soon as this thought entered my mind, an unbelievable thing happened. I found myself cumming again! Hell, the pixie magic had not yet worn off! I was having more orgasms! My cock was still pumping in and out of the sweet young fairy's pussy. She was still lost in the throes of orgasmic jubilation. My body too was rejoicing again as orgasmic euphoria allowed me to join this celebration of lustful bliss. Al long last, the prolonged series of orgasms peaked and the two of us began to slowly relax. I was so weak in the knees, I could barely stand. With my last ounce of energy, I sprang out of the creek and lay on the rock beside Belle. She came into my arms and we two lay panting and gasping for breath. When calm finally came, Belle whispered in my ear, "Oh Peter, I love to 'fuck'! I didn't know anything could be so wonderful. I love every touch you give to me. Will you fuck me again?" I didn't answer the sweet pixie girl. I kissed her. For most of the next hour we kissed and explored each others bodies. I now had time for foreplay. Perky pixie breasts blossomed with ripeness as I kissed, licked, and sucked them. Her hairless pixie pussy bloomed with feminine maturity as my mouth, my lips, and my tongue tickled and tasted every inch of the delectable mound and the clit enclosed within. A question came to my mind, but I didn't dare voice it out loud. As I played with her smooth, silky soft ass and back, I wondered; just where in the world were her fairy wings? Belle's body and mine joined again in a union of sexual intercourse. This time, I didn't need the magical assistance of pixie dust. My own natural manly horniness in the presence of a seductive female was all my cock needed to become erect. My manhood gloried inside a velvety vaginal vault and the young pixie girl's womanhood locked me inside. With our loins comfortably secured, the two of us once again joined our hearts and bodies in the bonds of orgasmic lust and love. Time finally came and roused us from our orgasmic oblivion. When we regained our senses, I bodily picked up my pixie lover and carried her featherweight body into the creek. We washed our slippery, slimy, sex-coated bodies. We frolicked and played for a quite a while but then climbed out of the water and dressed. I asked Belle if she would come up to my house and stay awhile. She enthusiastically agreed. I opened the door to my ratty, old, four-door farm pickup and Belle jumped in. Her short, short dress hiked up allowing me to have a peek of her bare ass and nude pussy. By now I certainly knew pixies didn't wear panties and bras. At least this sweet one of mine one didn't. Belle looked at me curiously. She quietly asked, "You don't like this vehicle much, do you? I can read your eyes. I think I can read your mind. I know what you want!" The pretty young fairy sitting in the seat beside me loosened the pale green ribbon holding the ponytail atop her head. Freed from its confining band, the curly, blond locks of hair cascaded down to her shoulders. Suddenly, she shook her head side to side vigorously. A golden shower of pixie dust flew from her hair. She shook her head again and again. Amazingly, the entire cab of the truck was becoming cloaked in a golden light so bright my eyesight was compromised. I couldn't even see Belle. As quickly as it had come, the radiant light faded. Yet, my eyesight was still not normal. I couldn't believe the sights which were coming into focus! The rusted, ragged, old truck was not the vehicle I was sitting in now with the pixie girl named Belle. Instead, the girl and I were sitting in a brand-spanking-new 4X4 SUV truck! Rich leather upholstery covered the interior. The dashboard was made of dark mahogany inlaid with shiny chrome instruments. The dial of a GPS system glowed green. This was the truck of my dreams! I was wondering if Belle had really read my mind and if she had really done this for me. One look at the beaming smile on her face told me that she did indeed do it. She did it for me! At first, I was speechless. Words of gratitude finally came to my mind, but Belle spoke instead, "Don't you dare thank me, Peter! I love to do things for you. I also love to do things 'to you' and 'with you'. I especially love to fuck. Can we fuck at your house?" I gave the girl a sly wink, started the truck, and gunned the accelerator. Just before I dropped the transmission into first gear, I said, "Belle, you can bet your sweet pixie ass we can fuck at my house!" The sporty truck sped along the rutted farm road. I had inherited this two hundred acre bluegrass horse farm from my granddad. The farm had long ago seen its glory days of thoroughbred supremacy come and go. Now there were broken down fences and dilapidated stables littering the landscape. The tall, six-columned main house was merely a ghost of a 'once upon a time' stately mansion. As the house came into view, Belle asked mystical questions, "Peter, do you believe in me? Did you know that fairies and pixies can't live long unless somebody 'really' believes in them?" I was stunned by the information. But, I answered her question honestly, "At first, I didn't believe. I thought I was drunk or crazy. Yet now, after all that's happened, I believe in you Belle without any doubts! But, just to be sure, Honey, maybe you should pinch me." The girl's face lit with radiant joy. She did more than pinch me. Her hand disappeared into the waistband of my pants and played. She was still fondling as I stopped in front of the house and started to help her out of the truck. As she scooted out to the edge of the seat, her dress rose again. I got another close-up look at her pretty legs and bare nude pussy. Hell, I was so hard and horny I couldn't wait to get into the house before having the girl again! My pants came down and my cock sprang out. The hard, muscular rod headed straight for the nude pixie pussy and entered the slippery, moisturized mound. Belle slipped off her dress, wrapped her legs around my hips, and lay back on the truck's long bench seat. Once again, I was fucking the fairytale pixie princess who was making me feel as if I were some enchanted king. If this was a storybook tale, then I didn't want to turn the pages too fast and I didn't want to know the ending. I just wanted to 'make love' to my lady. So, that's what I did. Somewhere in the midst of my contented copulation, my mind asked a question it should have asked before my cock first penetrated the pixie girl's virginal body and began spilling its seed. As my semen and sperm shot into its cozy pixieland home, I silently thought, "What if I get her pregnant?" I suppose I'd forgotten that Belle was doing a pretty good job at reading my mind. She spoke words to dispel my worries, "Peter, you and I are of different species, so you can't impregnate me. At least, I don't think you can. But, I may be wrong. Peter, if it did happen, would it really be so bad? I think I'd like to have your child growing inside me. I can only foresee one problem. I'd have to keep my 'human' body for several months. I wouldn't be able to fly if I was carrying a human-size baby in my womb." Bless this wondrous pixie woman, good god I loved her for wanting to have a baby with me! I responded sincerely, "Belle, if it did happen, then I'd be happy about it! And little lady, let me tell you this; I love your 'human' body, so keep it as long as you will! I'd like to see your belly bulge with my growing baby and I'd love seeing your breasts swell with mammary milk! I'd bet your milk would be honey-sweet delicious." Pixie fingers sprinkled golden fairy dust onto the mammary orbs I'd been talking about. In answer to my inferred fantasy request, the shapely breasts began swelling before my eyes. The beautiful mounds doubled in size. White droplets foamed from each nipple. As improbable and implausible as it was, my pixie lover's breasts were lactating for me! Not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, I withdrew my manhood from its vaginal home, bent over my woman, and began drinking the creamy white mammary nectar. Honey-sweet delicious was an understated description of the thick liquid's taste. Heavenly manna might be more appropriate. Belle's enlarged nipples poured out ponderous portions of liquefied nourishment. I gulped and swallowed with the milk-hungry zeal of a starving infant. The free-flowing, body-temperature, life-sustaining emulsion began filling my belly. I drank and drank until my stomach could hold no more. I scooted up to capture Belle's lips with my milk-soaked mouth. I kissed her with more than one kind of love. I kissed her with the love of a child fed and comforted by a loving mother. I ardently kissed her with the love a man has for the playmate lover who fills his heart with joy. Belle was kissing me with the same inflamed obsessive passion. In between kisses, I heard a barely audible whisper, "Peter, please put your ear against my abdomen." Confused, I assented to her soft-spoken request. I scooted back down and placed my ear against the pixie girl's silky, soft abdomen. In the quietness inside the truck, I could feel Belle's blood racing and hear the steady beat of her love-filled heart. But wait, what was the other faint sound I was hearing? If I didn't know better, I'd say it was another heartbeat keeping time with the pixie girl's heart. It seemed as if the sound was an infantile echo of the stronger thump-thumping. Infantile echo...? No way, no how! This magical fairytale creature was a virginal innocent until I had so unceremoniously deflowered her just a short while ago. Even if a cross-species, human-fairy impregnation was possible, it couldn't happen so soon! As the wrinkled little Jedi warrior Yoda would say, "Impossible, it was!" Silently, I wondered; in a day filled with improbable impossibilities, why not one more. Before this day, impossible it was to meet a fairy. Impossible it was to have sexual relations with a pixie girl. And, impossible it was to fall in love so quickly with such a wondrously mystical sprite who stole my heart and senses away. Setting impossibilities aside, I listened as Belle spoke, "Peter, if you want it to happen all you have to do is 'believe'. Believe in me, believe in 'us', and believe in fairytale magic." I wanted to believe, so believe, I did! Gathering my pixie lady in my arms, I dressed her and escorted her out of the truck. Together we merrily strolled arm in arm up to my house. As we stepped onto the porch of the dilapidated old mansion, my mind strayed. I thought about the contrast between the glorious beauty of the young woman at my side and the ramshackled look of the old house. Once again, the pixie girl read my mind. Sweet, beautiful Belle looked at me and smiled. She pulled away and disappeared. I stared in amazement as fluttery wings circled around and around the house. Clouds of golden dust encased the building in blinding, reflective light. As the radiant light faded, my eyes beheld the house in its entire majestically restored antebellum splendor. A mansion this house once was and a mansion it was now again! Magnificent in perfection, it was! Belle alit in front of the doorway, shook her head, and resumed her human form. Hand in hand, she and I entered the house. The interior was also restored to splendor. The downstairs decor would rival that of the most impressive residence in the world. At the top of a wide, winding staircase a dozen bedrooms awaited occupation. One bedroom suite was mine. Knowing my thoughts, Belle leaned towards me. The playful tease slipped a hand into my pants and mischievously whispered, "Peter, there's a new four-poster bed in your bedroom. It's feathery-soft and perfect for human and pixie fucking fun!" Well hell, I was a human and Belle was a pixie! I was hard and I knew my fairy girl was wet. We'd better just check out that feathery bed. Giggling merrily, we ran up the steps! As we reached the top landing, Belle's eyes glanced back towards the doorway we'd forgotten to close. Softly she said, "Peter, don't you think you should close and lock the front door? You wouldn't want someone to come in and catching us fucking, would you?" Smiling teasingly, I squared my shoulders, winked, and answered roguishly, "Frankly my dear, I wouldn't give a damn!"