13 comments/ 145776 views/ 4 favorites A Fairy Tale By: Erotica_Writings A fairy tale of My Champion Lover * * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * My champion lover stands in the moon light with just a pair of white baggy pants, he is shirtless and his tanned muscles can be seen rippling under the moons light. His hair is long, blonde and curly and his blue eyes can pierce my very soul. I listen to the drums of the music beating in the distance as the tropical music floats throughout the air. I stand before him in my long white sarong tied around my hips with a matching white bathing suit top tied around my neck and back. My hips began to move to my dance of seduction. Slowly dancing in circles around him, moving my hips in a steady sensual beat. I untied the back of my top and stood with my back against his chest, I felt his breathing so hard and the erection he pushed my ass up against. I removed my top allowing it to drop onto the sandy shores as he kissed and sucked on the side of my neck while his hands searched my breast and my hips moved to a sensual beat never stopping, never missing a stroke of my hand over his hard cock behind me. He lifts me up in his arms and we wade into the ocean waters that are still as glass and it looked like a perfect picture of a tropical night. The water was now up to his waist and his kisses are so inviting, he is caressing my breast as I wrapped my legs around him and under my sarong I feel my thong being ripped off, oh he takes me with such force, his long strides of his cock deep in my pussy, I wrap my arms and legs around him so much tighter feeling his cock throbbing inside of me and I feel so weightless as he was actually picking my body up and down by my waist as he rams my pussy on his rock hard cock. I felt as if I could not get him in me any further, but I wanted that perfect cock in me, deeper, harder, I thought I was losing my mind from the desire spreading through my body like wild fire. And it happened the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced in my whole entire life, my body was trembling, my eyes rolled in the back of my eyes and when he brought me down on his cock for the last time I felt the biggest explosion erupt from my pussy and all over his cock. I watched his face once I regained my composure, his jaw was so tight, his nostrils were flaring and then his teeth gritted tightly as the his veins in his neck began to bulge and throb, he moans my name from his lips so loudly as he came deep into my pussy. I laid my head on his broad shoulder and kissed his neck and with one sudden shove into the water I was falling down into the black murky waters. I couldn't stop going down my arms and legs were thrashing all over in the water trying to stop me and then lightening bolts went through my body transforming me into a mermaid. When I came up to greet my lover, he had transformed into King Neptune of the sea with a long white beard, we need to discuss a diet because he has gotten a bit of a stomach. He calls me to pleasure him by a fog horn and when I enter his under water castle he waits for me with his cock out wanting me to suck it as he has it between my breast licking his head between my large breast, and he grabs the back of my hair and he rams my head up and down making my mouth go further down on his hard cock, and it is hitting the back of my throat so hard as saliva runs out of the corner of my mouth from his constant ramming of my head up and down on his cock. My eyes watered from the pressure of the cock in my mouth and then his hot thick white cum shoots down the back of my throat and I had to swallow hard or I would have choked on his cock. Mmmm the sun feels so good on my beautiful purple tail, I brush my long hair on my favorite rock while waiting for some ships to come so I may play my sirens song while waiting for Neptune to summons me for another romp under the sea. A Fairy Tale It was ten p.m. and Akash was in the bed, lying awake. He had come home half an hour before, after watching an adult movie in the nearby theatre. He took off his clothes hurriedly to bury his straight cock inside his wife's cunt and to fuck her like the hero of an adult movie. But the things were different from what he had imagined. Aruna, his wife, was busy in the worship room chanting mantras and shlokas of Bhagvat Geeta. Akash was hearing her hoarse voice as it came out from a dried throat as a result of continuous chanting, as the worship room and bedroom shared the same wall. Akash tried to extinguish his burning cock by rubbing gently on and off, but not too much. He wished to experience his wife's juicy cunt, which couldn't compare with his hand. Now the chanting voice stopped. Akash took a breath of relief. In a minute she would be sharing the bed with him. His eyes were on the bedroom door expecting her, but she didn't arrive. It was almost fifteen minutes since the chanting stopped. What was she doing now? Akash stoop up from the bed and walked to worship room. When he peeped inside he saw Aruna staring at her guru's photo without a single blink. He waited but her meditation didn't finish. "Aruna, please finish it quickly. It's our sleeping time," Akash begged. She turned her head to the voice like a robot and saw her husband standing naked holding the door of the worship room. She spoke nothing and again her meditation restarted. Akash now felt it was useless to stand there, as she wasn't responsive. He left her, went to the freezer and drank some water. He remembered his five years old Arnav. He opened his door without making noise. His face smiled as he watched his son sleeping soundly. He returned to his bed and looked his penis, which was soft. The intoxication of the adult film had disappeared. He rubbed it but couldn't get it to harden. Actually the interest was gone. Later he drifted into sleep. The alarm clock rang at five the next morning, which had been set by Aruna, and he opened his eyes. His wife was sitting with crossed legs on the bed and whispering the Morning Prayer. As she finished, Akash pushed her to him. "Think holy in the morning and leave me," Aruna attempted to free herself from his clutch. "Aruna, I didn't get the chance last night." And he unbuttoned her gown which covered her neck to toe. "What are you doing, this rubbish? Slave of sin," she shouted, releasing herself from him. "Last night you came in my worship room without having a single thing on your body." "Then what? It's our house and I can," countered Akash. "Akash, it is a worship room. It must be free from any evil vibration," Aruna spoke, closing the button which he'd unbuttoned. "Darling, you're forgetting, it's our home, not a temple." "Don't force me to fall in the pit of momentary pleasure by wandering naked in the house. From this day, you must wear full night dress." "But in the heat of summer?" Akash argued. "I'm wearing a gown, why don't you?" she asked, and left the bedroom to perform her morning worship. Akash was lying on the bed massaging his penis head, cursing himself for having such a devoutly religious wife. ****** Today Akash arrived home late because there had been much to do at work. After taking a shower to get rid of the smell of sweat, he entered the bedroom covering his body with a towel. His wife was snoring after finishing her extensive prayers. He stretched himself on the bed, taking her in one arm. He pressed her nipples lightly thorough her gown, then inserted his hand between her legs. She was awakened by his touch. "What are you doing? Stay away from me." "Don't behave like I'm a rapist." Akash was angry. "You animals can't understand anything." She got up with a blanket and pillow in hand. "Where are you going?" "Arnav's room. From now on I never sleep with you." She left. Akash was stunned. He knew the reason behind this series of weird behaviours. Her friend a month before had taken her to the Discourse of Saint Dhayanand. And in a month she had become a staunch follower, following every commandment of him. ****** "Akash, I'm leaving this home," Aruna said when Akash watching the news. "What are you saying?" He turned off the television sensing the seriousness of the talk. "I can't live with you in this situation, saving myself from your sexual clutches like a goat from the lion." "Think about our child. He is just five years old." "My aim is only to gain God and His love under the guidance of Saint Dhayanand. Other matters are futile." "But, Aruna, he needs a mother. I promise you that I will never touch you. Please take pity on Arnav." "Marry another, I don't mind. She'll satisfy both your needs." She sounded careless. "Never talk about a second marriage. You don't know how I love you." His eyes were moist and he was panting hard. "I can't waste my precious time anymore. I'll use my each moment to get closer to God." She was stubborn in her decision, Akash sensed. For five minutes both remained silent. Then Akash walked to his bedroom, and Aruna to her son Arnav's room. The next day all arrangements were made. She had a little bag for luggage, as now colourful clothes were of no use. Arnav was surprised by his mother's sudden departure. "Where is mom is going?" "Our aunt's home, to attend the marriage." His father wasn't expecting a five year old boy to comprehend her real reason for leaving. Later Akash handled all things from bathing Arnav to telling him bed-time stories. He hired a baby sitter to care for Arnav when he was in the office. ****** One morning the phone rang. It was seven in the morning and he was sleeping. "Hello, it's me, Aruna." "Aruna!!! How are you? Why haven't you phoned for a year?" "Akash, our saint's sex scandal has surfaced and been made public, he had broken everything in the Ashram." She breathed and continued. "They feel they've cheated." "Hum..." "Akash, I've experienced the same. I want to leave the Ashram." "Wow! You're welcome in your old home!" Akash exclaimed. "Haven't you remarried?" "How could I? You were the only one who ruled my heart and are still ruling it." "Oh...Akash!!! I'm really sorry." "Why?" "I've overlooked that really God dwells in you, not this saint." "Stop using hyperbolic language. Depart as early as possible. Arnav has missed you a lot, and has spent the whole year asking when the marriage will end." "My beloved son! How is he looking? My dear, I'm coming." She hung up. Her eyes were glistening with tears. ****** Thanks to AsylumSeeker for editing it. A Fairy Tale "Sir, I politely inquire if you have any special assignment that could get me a bonus. My wife and kids, oh my kids have grown up so much, would like to live in a house. And, I need a good bundle of money for a down payment. I am not asking you to raise my salary. I am asking you, if there is any extra task or mission that would make you a great deal of money and me a little extra." Peter was a self assured sales man for a Canadian timber company. He was neither married nor had any kids. The pitch was formulated to appease to the owner in front of him. The office was full of family photos: The little portrait groupings, the scenic vacation shots, and the kid doodled hand paintings. The office had a large behemoth of a desk. The giant window behind the owner overlooked the lumber yard. There were giant piles of tree trunks. The trucks and cranes had the square grips typically used for large lumbar. A large barn housed saws, whose aggressive whine vibrated through the window. Burly men in overalls and yellow hard hats milled around the yard. By any measure, Peter was a tall and well built man. As most sales man, he was preoccupied with his appearance. He pushed heavy irons in the gym. The suit was bought in the finest store of the big city five hours away. His mid length hair was neatly gelled and combed back. His black leather shoes were shined every single day. His smile was neatly practiced in front of a mirror. However, among the hulking lumber jacks, he looked like a skinny school boy. The owner was twenty years Peter's senior. Two fluffy clouds of gray hair sat on the owner's left and right side of the head. The bottom heavy body had been wedged into the leather upholstered executive chair with the golden highlights. The chair and the body had become inseparably molded together like an old pair of fine jeans. The owner's hand rubbed back and force on the mahogany stained armrest. "There is such a mission that would make me a good deal of money. However, I hesitate due to its delicate nature. Okay, here we go. Far up in the Northwestern Territories, there is a large forest that I own. Reports tell me of beautiful giant trees. We could charge a premium for those. Imagine a double wide conference table without the glue lines of putting different boards together. The trees are that large." "The problem is that I already sent three surveyors up there. They did not return. I tried to pay local men to launch a rescue party. However, they all refused to enter the forest. Those three men have cost me a large sum of money in raised premiums to the company's life insurance policy. That's why I stopped sending any more surveyors up there." "Tell you what. If you quit the group life insurance policy and get me all the surveying paperwork done in three months, I will pay you $50,000. That's a good bundle of money for you. You made last year, like what, uh like $65,000. That nearly doubles your take home. What do you say Peter?" The road into the far North of the Northern Territories was a straight bee line gravel road through ever constant thick forest. Peter's large SUV was fitted with over-sized studded tires. The gravel gently sunk beneath the heavy weight of the tires. As the tires passed, the top gravel pieces were accelerated to a sharp shooting speed to fling over the gravel bed. A hundred satellite radio stations kept Peter entertained and fumbling with the dials. With no traffic and well groomed gravel, Peter could accelerate the car at a high speed. The car slithered lightly side to side in the grooves and bumps of the road. Yet, he had to remain alert at all times. A large tree branch might have fallen down or a deer may stand dazed in the middle of the road. At 70 mph and straight road, he had a good view. Yet, any attempt at stopping the two tons of steel and provisions would be a long drawn out slide through the gravel with a tough fight to keep the SUV from rolling over. Worst, if he was disabled, nobody would come for weeks to rescue. Even a minor injury could have devastating consequences. After two days, he arrived in Carmacks, the small timber village. His mind was baked from the long drive. Carmack was one muddy town square with five wooden buildings around it. The tavern had a welcoming sign. The office building was the only building with a large window, and the only building with a white painted facade. The other buildings were all dark brown painted with amber wood protecting stain. The remaining three building were boarding houses with bunk beds for the lumberjacks. The early fall weather stuck its stiff cold fingers beneath Peter's clothes, when we walked across the town square to the tavern. The tavern was the toughest place on earth one could find. There were young men, middle aged men, and old men. There was not a single woman. Not a single man had a feminine figure. They all wore heavy sweaters and jackets. Only a single fluorescent tube lighted the whole place. The second fluorescent tube had been removed. The walls of the tavern were pitch black. The men seated at the bar counter were like mighty island states. Anyone coming near their sovereign territories would have a fierce war on his hands. The bartender slammed a heavy bottomed glass on the counter in front of Peter. The bartender wanted to know, how many shots. The tavern only served whiskey, no water, no scotch. But, you could get it in as many shots as you wanted to. The giant brawn with the coarse hair on the back slammed onto the bar counter and pushed the man next to Peter around. Thin scar lines ran across the hand from chopping and sawing accidents. The man had pitch black beard stopples and yellow teeth. Yet, his eyes looked soft like that of a Newfoundland dog. "We are going to have a fight in ten minutes." Peter gasped, "Please, there is no need for violence. I assure you that I am a very well behaved individual and glad to buy you a drink." "Not us, you dummy. The tavern is putting on a competitive fight with betting. The two largest foremen are going to face off." "Ah, I am so relieved that you say that. Let me buy you a drink anyway." "Alright! Foreigners never buy drinks for nothing. You are digging for information. That's fine with me, as long as you keep the drinks coming." "Actually, my name is Peter. I am here to survey the forest land N26Z. People at the headquarter told me nebulous danger surrounded the forest. What is the going on there?" "Forest N26Z! I would have thought that the old man would have given up sending any more people to their death. Nobody has returned from that forest, no surveyor, no mounty, no trapper, no Native tribes man. They all vanish in that forest." [A mounty is a nickname for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.] "But surely, there must be at least one person who only went into the forest a little bit and returned." "Haha, actually you are right. In summer, we have young college girls coming up here for a wilderness experience. They get all the boys riled up, while passing through. They go into N26Z. They go there. After a few days, they come back. And, they giggle. They giggle the whole time, like possessed by an insane voice. The following year, they always come back with more girl friends. But mind you, the rare male college boys that accompanied them never returned." "No disrespect man, you are telling me a wonderful yarn. So, is it bears, wolves, or moose that I have to prepare for? Moose have given me the most trouble in my forest follies. They are stubborn and charge at you with no reason but their territorial indignation of being visited." "You can believe what you please. But, in the upcoming fight, Morgan is going to win. He's a hell of a fighter." The rustic, heavyset tables and chairs were moved away. The legs of the furniture protested loudly on the rough floor boards. The floor consisted of heavy planks with big branch holes. They were laid directly on the bare ground. A lumberjack with a black-and-white striped shirt and a whistle proudly led the fighters around the bar by their raised arms. The fight was brutal. Bare knuckles wrapped in old bar rags punished the bones of the other body. Thick layers of leather skin, blubber fat, and trained muscle absorbed the blows to the chest. However, the head bumps, when skull crashed onto skull, sounded a loud crack like bucks in heat cracking their antlers against each other. The occasional sweat, spit, and blood flung onto the spectators only excited even louder roars. Peter placed $20 on Morgan and doubled his money. When the heavy drinking started two hours later, Peter suavely weaved his way in between the roving drunkards to the exit. The rough, drunk lumberjacks may crush him like a beetle without even realizing. The outside air was nippy. His breath was visible as mist in the air. The tall trees covered the little settling in deep darkness. He slipped into one of the boarding houses. The door was nailed together from heavy wood. The bare wood planks of the walls were visible inside the boarding house. The boarding house was one giant room of bunk beds. Next to the door was a shelf with bedding bundles. Nobody came this far out, who did not belong. So, the door did not have a lock. And, the bundles were for the taking. He picked a lower bunk bed to reduce the chance of picking a bed that one of the rowdy lumberjacks in the bar had claimed many seasons ago. The bunk bed was a deep hole framed by wood boards. The mattress was worn soft. His butt and back sank all the way to the ground. He always hated these outposts with the crude manliness threatening fights and indignities at every turn. At the same time, he soaked up the original male essence that dominated unabashed and unchastised by metropolitan women. Those women always made their men feminine, and then complained about their lack of sexual drive. Early in the morning, the lumberjacks rose five minutes before the first crack of light. They stumbled around the room in their giant underwear and the giant undershirts that could have clothed an entire orphanage. While the men busied themselves with the morning toilet over faucets with steaming hot water, Peter gave them precedence. He opted to clean and prepare his weapons. He had a .44 Magnum hand gun. The bullets were soft-pointed for maximum knock-down power. The hand gun was for close range defense against grizzly bears, when the charging bear had come too close to have the time to swivel a rifle around. For wolves, he prepped a 12-gauge shotgun. He'd pop one blast after the next at those bastards. The spray of spherical pellets would maim a wolf without even aiming properly. The pump action would be able to load six shells in rapid succession. Any pack of wolves should be scared into a fast route from six members dropping in the blaze of a moment. With the arms polished, loaded, and placed on the passenger seat, Peter went back into the boarding house to do his morning business. The lumberjacks had left fogged mirrors and yellow dried pee stains in the sink. At night, they were too lazy to walk outside in the cold and thus relieved themselves in the sinks. Hair droppings from the few shaving lumberjacks had lodged itself into the corners of the sink. It would be nice to be away and by himself in the forest. Exiting, the boarding house, he wore thick jeans, a puffy-warm jacket, and a brimmed hat. A cook in white apron stood behind a metal table with pans. The cook was busy scrubbing the heating surface. Most lumberjacks had already left into the forest with their chainsaws and ear mufflers. Peter stuffed a large coffee cup with scrambled eggs and ham. The SUV rumbled over the unmaintained dirt road. The back of the SUV swayed sideways, when the tires dropped down a rock. He held onto the steering wheel with one hand. The thumb was carefully placed next to his index finger. Holding the steering wheel with the thumb easily broke them in the rough terrain, when a sudden rock could snap the wheel around. The other hand casually dipped into the ham and scrambled eggs in the coffee cup. The egg yolk was still runny and coated his fingers with a yellow wax. Two hours out, the road became impassable with bushes and trees sprouting middle in the road. He stepped out. The soil had not yet frozen. It crumbled softly under his boots. He strapped on the expedition backpack. The rifle was slung over the shoulder. He checked the bullets in his .44 Magnum one more time. He verified the compass heading against his map. Then, he stepped into the dark forest. The forest was a lifeless desert of pine needles and rotting underwood. There was not a single plant or green thing on the ground. There were many tree trunks. The trunks were giants. Perhaps, three men were needed to hug around a tree with their outstretched arms and then only holding onto each other's finger tips. No wonder, the factory boss was so eager to get the ancient giants logged. High up in the sky was the canopy of the trees. The thick canopy absorbed all the light and left the forest floor as a lifeless desert. Half hour into the forest, his ears became familiar with the periodic wooshing sound of wind in the trees. The crisp cricke-dee-crick of the pine needles and cones under his boots became second nature. Only much too late was he able to hear the other paw steps. The first time, the cricking sound in the distance startled him to look, he caught a glimpse of a Gray Wolf. The head hung low with the ears curiously focused forward. The step was a soft and carefree bounce. The leg stepping down made the hump of the wolf bounce up and down. The coloring of white thick fur below and a tough grey coat on top was unmistakable. He pulled his side arm out of the holster and released the safety immediately. He kept walking steadily as not to display fear and trigger an instant attack. Where there was one wolf, there was always pack. Ever gently, he shifted the aim of his steps toward a large tree. The trunk was hollowed in a way that he would be protected from two sides. The second wolf appeared behind a tree on his other side. These wolves were gigantic. He had seen timber wolves before. But, these wolves were in an entirely different category. The most terrifying aspect was their muscles. Normal wolves were larger than dogs, yet had something sleek about them. They were skinny like marathon runners from roaming hundreds miles in a short time. However, these wolves had shoulders that were packed with muscles. The definition and grooves of the individual muscles was as visible as that of a body builder sweating under the stage light. The tree was another twenty seconds away. He knew wolf psychology would keep them from attacking him immediately. The wolves would normally spend hours circling the prey, until it either exhausted from anxiety or started an energy robbing sprint. Despite the mental knowledge, his heart was pounding. And, his trigger finger placed against the barrel of the gun to avoid an accidental shot was shaking. He reached the tree. He pushed his expedition backpack against the tree. Bark pieces broke off and landed on his jacket shoulders with a soft scratching sound. He considered switching to his rifle. However, he decided that a wolf coming around the tree may get too him so close to swirl the long nozzle around in time. Then, he watched them. They watched him. Seven large wolves circled around him. They'd always keep their safe distance. They always closed any gaps between them to prevent a bum rush escape. They paused at times to face him. They never stared. They just looked at him. Their fur of their faces was so neat that one could have sworn that they stepped straight out of a dog grooming shop on Melrose Street. One had to stay focused on the real danger and not believe for a second that they were as friendly as a house dog. After a few minutes, patterns started to appear. He recognized one of the wolves had a darker patch on the back than the others. He noticed that one wolf had always lowered ears and tail. The other bumped into him aggressively on occasion. That was the omega wolf, the runt of the litter that bore the aggression of everyone else. The other wolves all stood erect with raised hackles. They were beta wolves. Their friendly demeanor of letting the open mouth hang out the tongue was charming. They were relaxed not because they were friendly. They were relaxed to conserve energy, while draining him through his tension. They were the beta wolves. All the while, the alpha had slowly crept up to him inch by inch. He had not noticed the alpha at all, because the alpha had been completely immobile, starring at him. Every time, he had moved his head the alpha had made a small step closer. The alpha wolf was so close that he could make out the individual strands of fur. The eyes were entirely unlike an animal. They had the intention and intelligence of a man facing down a fight, where every move could be a deadly attack. With his free hand, he reached into his outer jacket pocket. He pulled out a pen with a large cylinder around it. He depressed the safety pin. Then, he launched the bear banger not at the wolf, but beneath him, straight beneath the soft belly. The bear banger exploded with a load ear pain inducing pop. The wolf flew into the air, propelled by his hind legs that had jumped up in fear. The helpless wolf fell on its back showing his submissive belly side. Then, he grabbled to his feet and ran off with the pack. For a few minutes, Peter pondered if the wolves would calm down and come back. Then, he decided the coming back from a humiliating defeat was purely human psychology. A squirrel barely escaping a fox would not return with the intent of beating the crap out of the fox, because the squirrel had felt disrespected. So, he moved on deeper into the forest. Around lunch time, he saw a peculiar sight. There was a forest clearing. The light filtered down to the forest floor. The forest floor was filled with tall grasses and a few bushes. He could even make out the colorful dots of flowers blooming. The peculiar aspect was the light. The sunlight was oddly bright. Even in the middle of the day the sun was only a bleak underpowered lamp at this Northern latitude. However, the light in the awning was radiantly bright and blissfully yellow. Clearings offered food to deer. Deer was food for apex predators. Peter chose his rifle this time, released the safety, and cocked it. He carefully approached the clearing with bent knees and many glances over his back. As he drew closer, he could make out more details. The grass was deeply green and lush. A fluffy white bunny sniffed in the air. A purple-yellow butterfly almost perched on top of its rosy nose. The bright light definitely came from the center of the clearing. Being in the dark forest, he was blinded by it. He would have to make it into the clearing, before he would be able to look directly at it. Light contrast is another reason predators love clearings. There are many places to hide and get close to the prey. He switched to his .44 Magnum preparing for potentially close body combat with more wolves or a grizzly bear. What he saw at the center of the blinding light knocked his breath out. As a salesman, he had become accustomed to use deep breathing and intellectualizing to nonchalantly ignore startling aspects of his clients to make the deal. There was a young woman in the clearing. The young woman was not only stunningly beautiful, but she hovered two feet above the ground. Four round wings behind her back were swirling. The wings were see-through and about two feet long, much like bee wings only larger. He put his safety on and put the gun into his holster. He steadfastly walked towards the young woman and called out: "Hi there, my name is Peter. I am the forest surveyor. Who are you?" A Fairy Tale The young woman had long blond hair that was collected into a long tail on her back. Bands had been placed every hand width along her hair, so that it was tight at the hair band and had a bulging belly in between. The young woman was only 4.5 feet tall. However, her features were slender and long to make her appear tall like super model. Her feet were bare. Only white nail polish covered her toes. Her ankles, calves, and knees were in skin tight leg warmers. The color was a stark yellow-black pattern like the belly of a bee. Her upper thigh exposed bare skin on her slender legs. Her hips were covered in a black mini skirt that barely covered her genital area. The mini skirt ended low below her hip bones. Her belly was exposed. And, her top was covered by a tank shirt with spaghetti shoulder straps. Her face was white with pink makeup for her cheek color. Her face had high cheek bones. The eye brows were a faint blond that made them barely visible. She had a joyfully smiling twitch in her lips. She hovered closer to Peter and waved at him friendly. "I am Lizzie. This is my forest. Play with me." Peter's face seriously shrugged at the suggestion. Unperturbed, Lizzie waved her hand in the air. Pink, yellow, and orange sparkles flew. He couldn't help but look closer. The sparkles were not material. It wasn't even any paint that you could buy. They were pure light, kind of like fluorescent bugs signaling their mates to find them. He reached for them with his hand, but they disappeared. He jumped up to get hold of a particularly emerald blue one. Then, he caught himself prancing around with a childish young girl. He put his serious business demeanor back on his face. "So, Lizzie, you live her in the forest, I take it. As the representative of the forest owner, I have to inform you that you are being evicted. Let me take you information. And, we can work this out really pleasantly." Lizzie was sitting on a nearby rock. Her knees were together and bent. Her feet pointed a bit sideways. That way, he could see her buttocks under the black miniskirt. However, the flesh of her thighs overlapped to keep her panties or lack thereof out of his sight. He couldn't help but steal glimpses at her body, while he unpacked his clipboard. "I want to inform you that there is a really nice settlement package that will let you rent a nice room in a city and perhaps even go to college. Do you have any parents or siblings?" "It is only me and all the animals in the forest." "You surely must have a father and mother, even if you don't know them." "No, I have always been in this forest since the beginning of time. And, I will always be here unless you destroy the forest." "Well, that was a strange response, but it answers the check box for race. You are obviously indigenous. I just hope that there aren't more of you, because then the culture department will have to make a study. And, that's a real pain." He couldn't help but take every moment to glance at her beautiful legs. He had surveyed her black tank top enough to notice the nipples perking up without the cover of a bra. Her melons were average sized, yet perfectly round. Her lips were so moist and pink that he had to stop breathing every time she spoke. Then, he'd look up at her black and beautiful eyes, before having his eyes dart elsewhere to pretend that he wasn't staring. "How old are you, Lizzie?" "I appear to you in an eighteen year old body. And, my mind is as silly, playful, and innocent as that of an eighteen year old girl. In truth, I have lived for thousands of years and never tire of playing in this beautiful forest. You should play with me." She reached her small hands out to him. He could smell her skin. It smelled like strawberry-apple bubble gum. The erection in his pants told him to play. His mind told him to stay focused and avoid getting side tracked. So, he noted down her age on the form. "Just curious, have you ever seen giant wolves around here?" "Oh, Peter, I sent those wolves to you to scare you off. You are single minded to destroy this forest like the men before you. But know, I only live through the energy of the forest. Cut 10% and I lose the ability to fly. Cut 20% and my light will go off. Cut 30% and I start to fade. Don't you feel for me?" While talking, Lizzie had flown closer to Peter. Her torso was parallel to the ground. Her legs pointed at the ground. Her knees were gently bent like a ballerina dancer. The bent made him notice the cute little dimples at the side of her knee. With her torso bent forward, he could see deeply into her cleavage. Her boobs hung down from gravity. Their flesh looked soft like marshmallows. The tank top barely covered the nipples. With the last question, her face was hovering inches in front of his face. He glanced deeply into her pure blue eyes. The iris of her eyes had perpendicular lines of darker blue. It was like looking into the depth of the blue Caribbean ocean. The skin around her nose was even smoother than he had imagined. And, her lips moved seductively two inches away from her lips. He felt intimately inside of her world. His resolve melted in love. Then, he moved the last two inches forward and kissed her. The small lips were so soft and full of life. A pulsing current of life zest zinged his lips. Her little tongue excitedly explored his mouth. All the erotic energy funneled down to his groin, where the head of his penis was near exploding with the rush of blood. And, a cozy warm feeling of love radiated from his groin to his whole body. She pulled away and looked at him sweetly with batting eyes and a coquette smile: "Would you want to destroy something this cute?" He cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly back at her, "Well, we could delay the approval process for a month or two, if you were willing to work with me. You are a young and attractive woman. Say, you could easily seduce a stud like me, if you were willing to put out." "You are trying to force yourself onto me, you rude being! You must mistake my friendliness," snarled Lizzie back with coldness. "If you feel like that, I'll have you the official company proposal. Here are $3,000 dollars. And, we are going to start cutting down trees next week. Too bad, it's a really nice clearing that you had going here." Lizzie flew to his feet and held onto his knees. "Please, have mercy on my forest." Her thin lips quivered in fear. He took her small hands and placed them onto the tent in his pants. "You know how to take care of that, don't you?" With her four wings hanging down sad and without life, she acquiesced Peter's indecent proposal. "Peter, let's go to my nest to make love. Take your clothes off here. You won't need them in the nest." Without further thought, Peter pulled down his pants, kicked off the boots, and rolled the sweater with the t-shirt over his head. His first realization was that his soles were happy about feeling the soft grass. His second realization was that he was stark naked with a raging hard-on standing up. His third realization was that he was about to fuck the hottest woman that he would ever lay his dick inside. Lizzie was still fully dressed in her skimpy clothes. She touched his shoulders. He floated effortlessly into the air, high into the air. Lizzie guided him to her nest in the canopy of the tall trees. The nest was made of a square frame of thick branches. In between the branches hung a white sheet similar to a hammock. The same contraption was on top as a roof to keep the rain out. The sheet hung very loose, so that it was sagging perhaps two feet deep. The nest was completely filled with white down feathers. Lizzie softly sunk into the feathers. The feathers gently covered her loins and legs. Peter however sunk deep, all the way to the bottom. The feathers covered him up to the bottom end of his pecs. Peter's face was red with excitement. And, he felt a little bit like sitting inside of an inflatable kiddie pool. Without waiting, Lizzie reached both hands to the side of her tank top. She pulled the tank top inside out and overhead. Her medium sized round boobs were as perfect as he had imagined them. He immediately touched them. The boobs were as fluffy and soft as he had hoped for. And, his lips quickly surrounded her pink and oversized nipples. He nipped them. He rolled his tongue around her areola. She moaned softly with deep intensity, as she looked down at his head to see his lips around her nipples. He felt her body stiffen with arousal. His fingers felt their way down her belly, beneath the black mini skirt. He fingered around her hips for the skinny g-string that he pulled down. The g-string had little fabric, yet the fabric was so thin that it rolled a dozen times into a little sausage by the time that his hands had explored the whole way down her legs and over her sensuous feet. He could not wait any longer. He had to push the pulsing penis into her hot package. He was afraid of her not being sufficiently lubed up. So, he playfully placed his penis opening on her clit and circled around. Then, he rubbed the shaft of his penis along the outside vagina up and down, until the bottom of his penis was thickly covered in her pussy juices. Then, he plunged his throbbing manhood inside of her. Not only was her body small, but her pussy was tight as well. And, her pussy muscles were well trained. She gripped his penis and massaged him with muscular contractions. Her small stature had her face low in front of his chest instead of next to his mouth. However, she started licking his nipples with her hot mouth. And, to his surprise, having his male nipples licked turned him on just as much as it seemed to turn on women. He lifted her effortlessly to turn her over. She was perhaps half his weight. He rested her upper chest against the frame of the nest, so that she could proper herself up with her arms. Then, he fucked her from behind. This way, he could feel her firm ass slapping against his pelvis. That tight ass turned him on just the more. And, he looked down to see his penis disappear inside of the perfectly youthful snatch. All the women that he had slept with demanded slow love making. Lizzie loved to fuck. She spurred him on to penetrate her harder and faster. Her whole body seemed to go wild with more intense stimulation down there. So, he gave it all he had. The sweat ran down center of his back. His thighs were burning. Yet, the erotic fire in his loin was even stronger to make him penetrate her even more feverishly. And, the vibrating tension in her voice of deep lust kept cheering him on. She guided him to lay back into the curved bottom of the nest fabric. She squatted over his penis and started bouncing up and down feverishly. The squatting made the shape of her butt only sexier. And, moving the erogenous feet so close to her butt was a sexual bomb exploding inside of his head. He rolled over on top of him. He folded her legs onto her chest and pinned them in place with his body. Thus, with her hip tilted forward, he could penetrate her even deeper. And, she loved the extra stimulation. Having her legs folded in such a way was disorienting. The disorientation made her only give deeper into the sexual lust and let go of everything else. He could not belief that such a hot girl let him have sex without using a condom. He could not belief himself risking his life to AIDS for the heat of the moment. Though, with the intensity and mind expanding moment, he was sure that experiencing such a situation once in a lifetime was worth dying for from venereal disease. With that last thought, his cum exploded inside of her belly. He felt the bond even deeper with Lizzie now that his cum was inside of her. He believed that having an accidental pregnancy wouldn't be the worst thing. He could live with such a hot woman, no matter how big her personality defects were. Lizzie hugged him warmly and pulled him close. The pituitary gland pumped giant spurts of oxytocin. He felt the love and coziness for Lizzie. Maybe, he could even work out a three months extension under some pretense. He felt her soft boobs under his chest. Her fingers were gently caressing his back. Each touch set of a little spiral of goose bumps chasing across his love ravaged body. "Peter, you are a wonderful lover. But, I have not yet cum. Could you eat me out?" A giant flash of happiness shot across Peter's face. He willingly dove his head into the cloud of white down feathers to find her loins in the depth. The sinews running across her hip looked delicious. Her tiny hard ass felt awesome in his hands. And, he found that her vaginal lips were short mounds, no meat curtains. He licked up and down the outside in long strokes, until he found her pussy juice coming out of her vaginal opening. Her pussy juice tasted sweet like honey. And, there was a hint of raspberry flavor with it as well. He could not get enough. His tongue darted as deep, as he could push it down the vaginal opening. He'd titillate her clitoris only to check frequently at her vaginal opening, for fresh vaginal juices. All the while Lizzie was spasming her body and tilted her pubic bone forward into his face. She was eager to equal things out. She grabbed his penis firmly with her hands and guided it down between her lips. Her mouth was so small, that he could feel her teeth softly. It hurt his penis a bit. However, the overall pleasure was stronger, so that he took the little pains. And, she was so eager to please him that she took his penis all the way to the back of her mouth. It wasn't much. However, the mental realization to pop against the back of her mouth, made him mad with horniness. He started moving his hips to thrust his penis inside of her mouth. At first, he was careful to not hurt her. She was showing hesitation with her arms pushing back as well. However, after a few thrusts, she relaxed. And, he started to move closer and closer to the goal that burned single mindedly in his head, to shove his penis in as far as he could. He told her to suck hard. She sucked the air out of her mouth. And, he came hard. And, she pushed her pussy across his whole face, not even caring to aim for his tongue. They both came hard. She showed him the white cum paste in her mouth oozing around her tongue and teeth. Then, she kissed him. He felt the jelly like texture of his cum. However, he tasted the strawberry-apple bubble gum flavor of her spit. Then, she asked how much he had tasted of her pussy juice. He said that he had lept up every drop of it, because it was so mind-blowingly delicious. She replied that it was good that way. It would be over faster. He was confused at her sudden cold forcefulness in her demeanor. Even more confused him the feeling of his chest hair. His chest hair seemed to be moving. It lost some of its curliness. However, new chest hair sprouted out of his chest. When he tried to touch his chest, he realized that his elbows were too rigid to move much. His hands felt a crushing pressure, as if a car would roll over them. And, his head had the urge to tilt back. Screams rushed over his lips, yet only sounded like a grunting deer buck. Lizzie pushed him out of the nest. He fell. It was a long fall down the tree. To his surprise, he easily caught the fall with a bent in his arms and legs. His arms and legs had become strangely strong and gracious. He looked around himself. He was completely covered with thin fur with black spots. He tried to call up to Lizzie. However, only the roaring sound of a deer buck came out of his throat. He had been transformed into a deer with powerful antlers on his head. His eyes were stronger and could see into the distance. He could see Lizzie's face all the way at the top of her nest. She was yelling down at him. "Never mess with a fairy." A Fairy Tale If you like this story, please comment or send me feedback. I love nothing more than hearing why someone does or does not enjoy a story. If I can write the entirety of the story, you can write a substantial comment. The maiden is based off of a woman in a Victoria's Secret gif which you can find in my profile's biography section. -- Once upon a time, there was a young maiden in the kingdom who was so beautiful that she was kept away in a pen. Since the moment her body blossomed into maturity, men had been seeking her for mating. They wanted to cup her bountiful bosom, run their hands around the womanly curves that peaked at her swelling hips. Every man in her presence had to hide his own growing erection. Her childhood friends, with whom she had once frolicked and played, now spent their days rubbing themselves to her image. When the king heard of her beauty, he took a visit to her town to inquire. Everyone he spoke to knew of her; many expressed the immense satisfaction in the bouncing sway of her chest as she walked. Seeing the danger that could come to this eighteen year old beauty, the king placed her in a very large pen in the side of the village with a tight iron bar fence all around. Having done his duty to the young girl, the kind returned home satisfied, not only for having done a good in this world, but for having a new image to place in his mind when he made love to the queen. The king, perhaps distracted by the sexuality of the youngling, had not thought his plan through. For though the young girl had a place in every male mind in the town, she had no direct relatives or caretakers. Locked in her prison, the girl had no source of food or supplies. Quickly, she bartered away her clothes for a high price of bread, vegetables, and meat. There were many gatherers at the fence around her who were willing to pay not only for her nudity, but to smell her clothes and rub them along his body as he privately erupted. With the dirty burlap vegetable saps, she fashioned herself some new clothes, the kind that covered only the bottoms of her ample breasts and broke away before another piece slung loosely around her thick waist. In her two piece, she attracted many admirers, from the apprentice boys who took the long route to pass by her pen, to the dirty old peasants, who without dignity slept at the gate to her pen and openly ejaculated through the bars and into her arena. Locked in her pen with limited supplies, the girl was concerned, though not ultimately frightened, about her future. Late one night, when even the most persistent perverts around the gate had dosed off, cock in hand, a big black rabbit hopped along and between the bars of the fence. "Young maiden!" it yelled in a husky male voice. "A talking rabbit?" the maiden inquired. "Yes, yes, it is true. I am a rabbit capable of conversing with both humans and animals." "Well why are you here? Can I eat you, delicious big rabbit?" The rabbit hopped a few feet away. "That you may not," it responded, "But I can help you get food and supplies if you pay a small price." The girl was eager to find a solution to sustain herself in this pen. "What price, what price?" she frantically asked. "Even in the forest of animals, all any male can speak of is your beauty. The big birds sing songs of your thick bright lips. The stags gruff of your backside. Even the worms in the ground whisper about your tight white belly. All I ask, as an admirer of your beauty, is a glimpse of those big glorious breasts that you have proudly displayed on your chest." The maiden looked at the rabbit, who was clearly as eager and horny as the men who masturbated at the gate, and undid her top, letting her breasts out in display for the rabbit. "Oh glory," the rabbit said. Letting the top fall to the floor, the maiden got down on her knees in front of the rabbit. "Now please, give me food and supplies!" The rabbit laughed. "Do I look like I have food or supplies, young lady? Alas, I myself have nothing to contribute but what you see in front of you. But I did plan on telling you this: the deal which you made with me can be made with any human who passes by your gate, I assure you. They will be willing to trade all they have for encounters with you, virgin beauty." The maiden was furious with the rabbit. Topless and angry, she grabbed the rabbit by the hind legs and choked its little neck. "Please, please, I assure you I am right." "How dare you take advantage of me, little rabbit. I will eat you up, I will!" The little rabbit's body went limp and with a few branches that had fallen into her pen, the girl made a fire, cooked the rabbit, and ate its flesh. Leaving her burlap top on the floor where it lay, she licked its bones clean and fashioned its pelt into a newer but skimpier top. Only a few hours after, when the sun was starting to rise and the girl's full belly made her mind sharper, she realized that her tasty lecherous dinner may have had a point. Perhaps he had taken advantage of her, but she could surely perform the same deal and take advantage of others. The girl may have been poor and alone and beautiful, but she was not dumb. Nor was she as innocent as the king presumed. For though the lust she inspired in every men could never be matched, the girl had a lust of her own, a smart mind how to use it, a rabbit's idea in her head and its flesh in her stomach. With some of the merchants or the servants, she could be tactful. By approaching the bars and rubbing her body against that of a bread baker, she could persuade him to accidentally drop a loaf into her pen where he couldn't retrieve it. Likewise, the clothes errant boys left fabric from which she was able to construct not only a luscious soft bed, but soft pillows and warm blankets. Though her virgin fingers never directly touched a male's member, the maiden's sexuality had earned her a substantial source of goods inside her pen. She was even able to construct a private enclosure for her bed with curtains made of silk and posts made of thick oakwood. Inside her canopy bed, she explored herself in the way that all the boys she bartered with wished. The feeling of their beating hearts against her chest and she rubbed her body all over them, their nimble hands insider her shirt, the hardness she felt inside their trousers when she turned and gyrated her behind onto their bodies... A long day of this made her finger explorations into long and satisfying quests. After a few months of teasing and rubbing, the maiden found her supplies dwindling. The young men who before gave up whole legs of lamb for a chance to grope her breast were now so tense and needing her release that they wouldn't accept the same innocences that they once did. It was late one night when a persistent son of a chicken farmer convinced the beauty to slip her fingers down his trouser and stroke him to completion. When she withdrew her sticky hands from his body, the chicken farmer's son saw the aroused blush in her face and the deep heaving of her breasts, and told her that like chicken, that too could be a source of protein. The maiden, feigning more innocence than she truly had, licked every drop of the sticky stuff off of her delicate fingers. That night, in the privacy of her be, she made herself moan more than ever had before. Chewing on the delicious chicken filets the farmer's son had left her, she shoved finger after finger into her virgin cavity until her whole body rocked with pleasure. Slowly, the girl introduced similar bargins with most of the boys and merchants. Now not only did she have a sufficient pile of delicious meats and breads which was only growing each day, she had the also delicious source of white sticky cum, which she had developed a genuine devious taste for slurping down in front of every surprised boy's face. Her nimble fingers became better and better at handling the men, and with each delivery of white nectar, her body rocked twice as hard that night in her bed. One day, while she was in the midst of calming her stirring loins in bed, the maiden saw the curtains of her bed rustle. "Who is there?" she asked, slipping her sticky fingers out from between her legs. "Quack! I am a duck," quacked a duck. Remembering the rabbit, the girl was cautious in leaving her tent. "Lecherous duck, I know of animals like you. I will expose for you neither my bouncy breasts nor my supple behind." "Quack, that is not for what I have come, virgin maiden." "Oh really? Are you saying you would not like a peek of my taught legs or flat stomach?" "Quack! I would like nothing more, beautiful girl, but that is not why I am here." "Then why are you here, dirty duck?" "I have been watching you as I fly over each day, quack! I have seen the breasts you exposed that night to the rabbit, the way you licked clean his bones, the way you accumulated wealth with your body, and then by stroking them with your light fingers and gulping down their white clumpy ooze. Quack! We ducks have seen the way of men, and soon they will grow tired of even your enthusiasm for eating their mess. However, you mustn't ever sacrifice your purity, quack! As much as your stroke them and slurp, do not let them enter between your legs!" The maiden stared at the duck for a moment until it let out an annoying "Quack!" "And why not?" "Quack! Because once men have entered through your womanly opening, their seed can grow in your stomach and devour you! Your methods may have saved you now, but if you let this happen, the parasite that their seed creates inside of you will ruin your beauty and your methods of getting food. Quack!" "But if I cannot keep them satisfied, won't that happen anyway?" The maiden was beginning to trust the duck and its quirky way of quacking. "Perhaps, quack! But you mustn't let them enter, you mustn't!" The maiden thought this over. "You are wise, despite your animal outbursts, duck. I will promise you what you wish." "Quack! Thank you maiden!" The duck did a small dance in circles at the maiden's feet. "For aiding you in this way," the duck went on, "Could I please have but a small glimpse of your awesome fleshy behind?" The maiden grew furious at the duck's lechery. She grabbed it by its neck and strung it good, its beak never to quack nor speak of her behind again. As she feasted on roasted duck, she strung its feathers into an ornamented but loose sash. Shedding her old burlap bottoms, she strung the small sash around her waist to hide her woman's slit and but a small portion of her fleshy round back side. She licked the duck's bones clean, leaving only the head which she tossed into a corner of her pen. "Humph," she said to herself, "I wil take his advice in my head in the same way I took his meat into my body." In the following months, the maiden saw a new spurge of visitors due to the elegant combination of her rabbit hide top and her duck feather sash. Keeping her promises in mind, she never let them even touch between her legs, though for the right price, they were welcome to lift up the duck feathers and take a gander at her front or back. Soon, she was willing to let her round fat lips wrap around the male members, where they could shoot her supply of man juice directly into her stomach. Her wet fleshy lips and expert tongue made her supplies more and more bountiful. However, as she had worried, even this grew tired. After a few months, the maiden was lucky to get even a full loaf of bread for a day of hard rods spurting everything down her gullet. "Drat," said the maiden one night as she lay hungry in bed, rubbing her fingers along the soft black fur that composed her top, "Is it time to break the duck's promise? Do I dare?" Staring at the young tight flesh of her stomach, she couldn't imagine not having her radiant beauty. However, as she peeked outside her curtains to see if any late night errant boys wanted to go at her for some food, she spotted the rotting duck's head in the corner, which was even now attracting what looked like fleas. How could she trust such a pathetic figure as that duck? Who was so lecherous for her body but so easily killed and consumed... She even took a moment to laugh. Of course that fowl could not be right. If that sticky white man-seed felt so warm on her hands and tasty on her tongue, it could never be anything horrible in her loins. Shutting the curtains and leaving the duck's head to rot, she determined that tomorrow, she would allow male after male to send wave after wave of sticky juice inside her. At the corner of her pen where the duck's head rotted, a small flea glimpsed the maiden's head peek out and back in to her dwellings. Given how short the lives of fleas are, this one had never seen nor heard of the beautiful maiden locked in this pen. Now, seeing her gorgeous hair and sensual lips, it jumped its way over to her tent and slipped its way inside. The sleeping maiden's body lay breathing on its bed, the rabbit fur barely covering her heaving breasts and the duck's feathers slipping away from both her soft back side and pulsing moist entrance. The flea had never seen such a magnificent sight in his life, and it was no trouble for him to slip between the duck's feathers and address the glistening wetness between the maiden's legs. Feeling a disturbance, the maiden awoke to the flea busying himself at her loins, and she picked it up between her fingers. "Little flea, how dare you come to me while I sleep." "Gorgeous maiden, how incredible you are! Your wetness has satisfied me more than I could have ever imagined." Angered at his talk of her body, the girl squished the little bug between her fingers. Taking no note of the way the flea spoke as if he had already finished inside her, she turned back to sleep. When she awoke in the morning, she felt awful. Never in her life had she felt this sick. Not only was she unable to let the men enter her, she couldn't even take them in her mouth. For a whole week, she lay in her canopy, trying to ignore the shouts of angry men who begged for a glimpse of her sensual body and release inside of her mouth. While laying, she remembered the rabbit's words about the endless desires of men, the duck's warning of her entrance, and the flea's insinuation. She realized that she had caught the flea inside her too late, and it had already taken effect. After a week, one morning she awoke feeling better to a tiny figure laying in her bed between her legs. It looked like a baby human, but it was smaller than even that. Thinking of the duck and the flea, she figured that perhaps the duck's warning applied only to humans. The damage the flea had done was but a week long endeavor, and sure enough, her body was still as supple and gorgeous as ever. The product of the mistake lay there, innocent looking, and she decided to keep it here, in the tent, as a reminder of the importance of her purity. The next morning, she was back at the gate, sucking and stroking as many members as she could reach. In her week long absence, the crowd had grown rowdier and more desperate. They were providing her with more food than she had ever gotten in a day. This was the solution to her problem. As long as she took breaks, kept them wanting more, she could sustain herself and her mistake without losing her purity and her body. As time went by, the little body grew in the tent into a normal sized baby, and eventually a normal sized human. The men who saw the child grew excited, realizing that the little one's existence meant that perhaps, with enough goods and time, she would let each of them inside of her wetness too. This was not to be the case, but the maiden knew better than to say otherwise. The little male child was no different than any other human boy. Perhaps he was a bit scrawnier, certainly a lot uglier, but there was no evidence to his origin in his appearance. His mother, the glorious maiden, kept him fed and groomed, but while she spent her days at the edge of the pen with the men, the child roamed the center and played in the tent. As the years went by, the maiden grew impossibly more and more beautiful. Her breasts took on a new glow, and her hips attained a sexier sway than anyone thought possible. There was a reason she was so universally desired; the maiden's eternal youth and captivating beauty was not to be ruined by something as commonplace as time. The child, too, grew, though he became scrawnier and uglier with age. The maiden spent each day performing her duties, letting the men soak her over with their sticky white spray, before coming home to the tent, letting the flea boy suckle at her glazed breast, and putting him to bed before ravaging herself and going to bed too. In his adolescence, the child befriended many animals who would sneak to him in the pen. They asked for his loyalty, performing tricks to convince him to keep them as pets and bring them into his mother's tent. The maiden knew the ways of these animals; they were using her son to get glimpses of her body without payment, and so each time she saw the boy with a animal, she would gut in in front of him, eat every piece of its meat, and tie its pelt or feathers as a support for her bust or an adornment for her hips. The child grew into a cautious scrawny man, and his mother continued in the business of pleasing the townfolk at the fence. Borrowing some wood and linen from his mother's ventures, he built his own little tent in the corner where the duck's head once lay. He spent his days in his tent, drawing pictures on wood bark and shooing away animals, who he had learned were really drawn to the pen by his mother's sensual body. Once afternoon, while the maiden gulped down the long rod of a dignified nobleman's servant boy, a voice whispered to him in his tent. "Flea boy!" yelled the voice. "Excuse me? Who are you, and why are you calling me that?" "Ah, among the animals it is no secret that you were conceived by your goddess maiden mother and a puny pervert flea." The flea boy accepted this explanation; he had heard rumors amongst the fleas of such a thing, but they always scurried away from him and the maiden, rightfully. "Who are you?" asked the flea boy, again. "Please, let me come into the safety of your tent, away from the danger of your glorious mother, and I will explain all." The flea boy beckoned, and into the tent strode a tiny black baby bull. "Thank you, flea boy," said the bullock, "Though I appear to you here as a baby bull, I swear to you that I am unlike any animal you have ever encountered. Back in my home, across many oceans, I was a proud warrior, until a sorcerer cast me into the form of a baby bull. I snuck away from my home, where I knew meat was scarce and I would surely be killed. The boat on which I hid was full of many other animals, who informed me that a beautiful seductress lived in a pen in this village, but that if I came close to her and attempted anything towards her beautiful body, I would be quickly and violently killed. Alas, I admit, though she is your mother, I was intrigued by this description of her round full breasts and thick soft behind. I was and am a warrior, and I was not to be scared by a woman, no matter how sexy and gorgeous she may be. However, in the days I've spent stalking this pen, the other animals have warned me, telling me stories of goats she has skinned and worn around her heavy chest, the robins whose innards she has slurped while adorning her magnificent behind with its feathers, and even the tiny piglets, who she has mashed and rubbed the slick grease along her thick juicy lips to make them shine as she allowed men entrance to her mouth. "They told me of you, and your intended kindness, though they said you have stopped accepting animals into your home. However, I come to you with a deal that benefits both you and me. What I desire most is not only the full body of your mother, but a return to my human warrior form. What you must desire is an escape from this prison. If you keep me here in this tent, and allow me to gaze upon your mother's flesh as she sleep, when I finally grow into a full bull, I will stampede the fence and free you both. Then, you will barter with the humans, who I as a bull cannot approach without them trying to eat me. It is a simple mixture of goods which will return me to my strong manly body." A Fairy Tale The boy looked at the beautiful sleek young bull. Even in his animal shape, the warrior had trusting strong eyes. "You understand the danger?" asked the flea boy. "Of course. When your mother sees me, she will see but a sling of tasty steaks, a hide to hold up her breasts, and a tail to be wrapped around her fleshy waist. But I am courageous, and I will not be seen." The bullock lifted up his left front hoof, to which stuck a big pointed leaf. "If you put this leaf, which has stuck to me all the journey from my home, into your mother's food, every sleep she has will be a deep one. At night, she will slumber as she usual does, except nothing will wake her except the rise of the sun. Once she eats the leaf, it will take months before its effects disappear. In that time, I will have grown into a bull big and strong enough to free you both." The boy took the leaf and hid the bullock under a pile of linens in the his tent. "Thank you," said the bullock, as the boy departed. When preparing the evening's meal, as he always did, the boy included the leaf into his mother's portion. When the maiden crawled back to the center of the pen, wet and sticky with the day's work, the son handed her the portion, which she led slide down her beautiful gullet, before entering her tent. The flea boy waited until the self-imposed moans that always erupted from his mother's tent each night ceased, then returned to his own tent, where he retrieved the bullock. Feeding him some carrots on the way, the boy led the bull into his mother's tent. Like the bullock had said, the maiden was fast asleep. Nothing could disturb her. The bull approached the sleeping maiden's face, taking in the beauty of her fair skin and luscious red lips, moist from the day's work. The bull now approached the maiden's chest, where he requested that the flea boy remove the pelt that was covering it. The flea boy did as instructed, and the bull was allowed to gaze onto the full beauty of the mother's perfect breasts. The bull moved down her white taut navel, which he sniffed, and finally asked the boy to remove the string of feathers that was covering both her plushy round behind and her pure virginal wetness. The bull's warrior eyes locked upon the full beauty of the woman's body, taking in her glistening wetness's lips, feeling the tautness of the flesh that composed her beautiful behind, and seeing the long tan legs on which the maiden could stand proud and glorious. "Now flip her over," instructed the bull, and the flea boy did to his naked mother as instructed. The bull took an equally long time admiring her bad and behind, and the pressured fleshy perky breasts that emerged under the weight of her body. Eventually, the son redressed the maiden and then hid the bull again in his tent. "She is as gorgeous as they say," noted the bull upon falling asleep. Each day, the pen worked this way. In the mornings, the maiden awoke, fresh and unfazed, to let the village men feel up her body and to allow her stomach receive their warm sloshy cream. The flea boy drew pictures in the bark, cooked the food, and waited for the moans of his mother to die down before he went with the bull into her tent. The flea boy undressed her, letting the bull gaze upon her spectacular body, before redressing her carefully and returning. They lived this way for months and months, all the while the bull growing bigger and bigger. One night, while the bull dug his snout into the gorgeous space between the maiden's breasts, he announced, "Tomorrow morning, I will break through the fence with my brute strength. Knowing the hostility that these long frustrated men will feel, your maiden mother will ride me to safety, while you sneak away and retrieve the supplies of which I have often told you. Then, you will meet me at the edge of town, behind the pond, where I will be hiding safely with your mother. Then, I can finally be restored to my true warrior body." The flea boy placed the pelt back onto his mother's breasts carefully and took the bull, now large and strong, back to his tent. The boy barely had any room in his own tent anymore, but he managed to find a corner and get some sleep. When the flea boy arose, the sun had been up for a while, and he stepped around the still sleeping bull outside, where he saw his mother on her knees at the gate, taking in a load of white goop down her throat. "Psst," he said into the tent, "It's time, bull, it's time!" The bull awoke, determined, and stormed outside the tent. Even the man who's member lay in the maiden's mouth shouted in alarm at the magnificently large creature. The bull raced at the fence, which he broke cleanly, then turned around towards the mother. So in awe of the creature, the maiden couldn't even swallow her mouthful, and so it dripped down her mouth and onto her pelt covered chest. The bull approached the maiden slowly, then bowed, inviting her to quickly get onto his back. The maiden climbed the bull, completely taken in by its sheer brute power. The goose feathers around her waist gave no protection for the incredible wetness she was feeling as the bull stampeded off through the opening in the gate and off and away. The bull's fur was soaked with her juices when he finally reached the clearing behind the pond. The maiden dismounted him, and collapsed at the bull's feet, overwhelmed by the incredible force of this brute. "Oh magnificent bull, I cannot even speak," started the maiden, but she indeed could not. The bull could smell her juices that were both soaked into his mount and currently seeping from between her legs now. Soon, the flea boy arrived, carrying all the ingredients which the bull had instructed, and fed them to the bull. In a flash, the bull was gone, but in his place stood a proud and immensely large warrior, buck naked with jet black skin and a member the size of the bull he was before. The maiden stood in awe at this sexual creature, as he too approached her with the lust she stirred up in the world around her. The warrior pushed the flea boy aside gently, before he pounced on the maiden and shoved his hard self inside her. The maiden cried out in ecstasy. Having spent years playing between her legs and teasing men only to let them dribble down her throat, she was in utter heaven. She had only ever been penetrated by a flea, and the monster size of this beast was able to reach everything she had before been unable to satisfy. She moaned and cried out as the bull warrior thrusted in and out of her supple virginal body. "Oh oh oh oh!" the maiden cried, the flea boy standing besides the scene as this magnificent bull utterly ravaged his beautiful maiden mother. His big black hands kneaded the swaying breasts of the maiden, and he massaged the fleshy behind into which he pounded hard and fast, over and over. The flea boy watched as years of lust finally exploded in his mother's body, her eyes rolling back into her head with bliss and her tongue sticking out of her mouth in dumbfounded rough sexual pleasure. The maiden, on her hands and knees, gyrated back against the animalistic rod that was destroying her beautifully. Finally, the bull warrior sent one last thrust into her, giving her swaying breasts a final jiggle, and he erupted his rocking orbs between the maiden's legs, where the creamy gift seeped out around his member and her legs, and dripped down her thighs onto the forst floor below. The couple lay slumbering, exhausted in ecstasy, while the flea boy cautiously explored the area around them, finding familiar edible berries and herbs. In the morning, the lovers feasted and filled their bellies from their vicious activity, when the warrior announced he was returning to his homeland. The maiden clung to him, she had known nothing besides her pen, and she wanted him to take her with her. He scooped her naked body up in his arms and pounced off into the woods, the flea boy scurrying to follow. After crossing the oceans on a vessel, the three returned to the warrior's homeland, where he had been missing for months. The people welcomed him and the maiden back, and crowned him as the new king, for the old had died in his absence. In his royal chambers, the flea boy was given a small room as the royal cup bearer, bringing cups of juice and wine to the sweaty couple as they viciously made love each night. Now, in the safety of their home, the only rod which the maiden swallowed was the warrior's, which she dutifully and eagerly did each morning as he was waking. The flea boy, who asked for bark and wood with which to draw once again, made small but detailed illustrations of the royal couple's evening passions, which he was able to sell on the market for high prices. The royal maiden's body was still, after all these years, supple and taut enough to command every man to stand at attention in her presence. Even nine months later, when the maiden gave birth to the warrior's first child, her body only grew more fit and arousing. The warrior pounded fifteen black sons into her belly, and she emerged from each delivery only more gorgeous. She raised her royal sons with admiration and love, insisting that the flea boy wait on their every whim, which he obeyed. The fifteen sons went on to spread their seed across the world, perpetuating the strong masculine genes of the bull warrior and allowing those of the perfect and sensual young maiden to persist across the globe for all of eternity. And they all lived happily ever after. The end. A Fairy Tale Once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden. She was the most beautiful girl in all the land. Her hair was spun gold, her eyes were like happy dancing violets, her rosy lips were plump and her body was that of a siren. She was happy and graceful and kind. She lived in a land ruled by an evil queen. Her dark magic was like an iron thumb keeping control of the land and its people. It was encouraged for subjects to be beautiful for their value was great however, the queen had use for all her subjects as long as a subjects beauty did not rival the queens. Many things were forbidden in this land. But nothing more so than fucking for pleasure. Masturbating, foreplay, and liaisons of any kind were strictly forbidden. Fucking and all of its pleasures belonged to the Royals. These were the nobility of the land. Often the beauties who failed to get pregnant would be pulled from their duties to service the queen, king or their noble guests. For the commoner, sex was strictly controlled. Only beauties were used to create babies. Even then sex was for procreation only and the beautiful men and women of the land reported to the palace each day to be inspected, paired and supervised while they went about getting pregnant. Once a beautiful girl turned 18 she was to begin her birthing duties. She would be paired with a hopeful and fucked to encourage ejaculation by the male. There was no foreplay, kissing or touching allowed. A man could only apply for fuck duty if he were 18 and handsome. Women were strapped naked into metal contraptions designed to lift their holes to the right height for the man to step between her legs and usually they just rammed it in. Once impregnated they were removed from the line and brought to the birthing hall. There they were fed and looked after until they were ready to have their child. Then they were removed to birthing rooms. After giving birth the female was allowed one year of freedom before she had to report to the palace for fuck duty. She was fitted with an enchanted plug that did not allow penetration of any kind. The plug was removed when she reported for fuck duty at the end of her resting period. It was not an uncomfortable device and did not interfere with daily functions. All this was monitored and kept straight by the magical men created by the queen. They were known as The Guard. These men were modelled after the male body. 6'5 in height and very muscular. They were all black with no face, eyes or mouth, just a nose. They had no male equipment just a bulge where the anatomy would be. They were inhumanly strong and fast. All babies belonged to the queen to do with as she pleased. These children were sent to the home of an uglies to be raised up. They were brought to the palace upon turning 18 to be assessed and sent to the appropriate work station. All work to be done in the land was started at 18. Now in this land your duties were assigned to you based on your looks. Uglies as they were known were strictly used as servants. They served the queen and all the birthing women as well as raising the babies. Plains were used as kingdom workers. They did everything from farming to baking, woodworking to black smithing. Lovelies did palace duty. They kept everything clean and well maintained. Beauties were for fuck duty. The queen often sold the most beautiful of the land to other kingdoms like chattel. If you were more beautiful than the queen you were turned into living wood. Living wood was a stunning glossy wooden sculpture that still looked human. All the characteristics of the person were captured in stunning detail. They were solid wood however and only posable by the queen. They were mostly naked though some were wrapped enticingly in silken cloth. They were all over the palace and palace grounds. Men and women who rivalled the queens beauty became decorations to entice rich young rulers to come trade with the queen. Now our golden beauty was just 18. She lived with a particularly ugly family. They loved her and raised her to be happy and carefree, never mentioning her fate to her. The day her summons arrived she was collected by The Guard and brought to the palace to stand before the queen and be assessed. Along the way a problem occurred on the fuck line. The two Guard stopped, ordered her to stay there and left to aid the other Guards in dealing with the problem. She really did mean to listen for she was a fairly obedient girl but she was curious and carefree. She soon wandered off looking at all the luxurious delights in the palace. Eventually she wandered into the living quarters of the king. He was asleep on his bed. He was naked and his cock was standing up bobbing around as he slept. The queen, king and nobles had spells cast on them to make all who looked upon their nakedness instantly desire them and be willing to do anything asked of them. Her natural curiosity had her stepping closer and closer until she could reach out and touch it. First she touched the tip. It was soft and silky and wet. She put the liquid to her tongue. It tasted good! It also made her lips tingle and swell slightly. She wanted more but couldn't see how to get it. Growing up she had helped around the house and had seen that the baby kittens would suck on the teats of their mama to make milk come out. She had also milked cows on the nearby farms for her surrogate parents. She wondered if this knowledge would help her now. Quietly and gently she climbed on the bed. When she was directly over the Kings cock she put her hand on it and pumped it like a teat. More of the wonderful liquid dribbled out. She licked it up with her tongue. The enchanted sperm made her body tingle and her breath catch. It was so good! She was frustrated that her vigorous pumping was only producing a small amount of the delicious cream. She thought she could get more if she sucked it like a teat just like the baby kittens did. Without ceasing her stroking, she slid her mouth over the tip of the kings cock and suckled. Before long the juice she craved started to dribble faster. She gulped it down. It seemed the king wanted to feed her his special cream because he started to buck and move under her tongue and hand. Soon great gobs of cream were flowing into her mouth. She was so happy she swallowed it all! The enchanted sperm was working in her body. It made her already large breasts swell. Her nipples popped and stood straight out like hard little nubs. Her beautiful pussy started to leak and delightful spasms and tremors made her clit swell and tingle. Even her plump ass got bigger and rounder. She felt amazing and alive! The king who had slept through the blow job awoke. He thought he must be dreaming because a beautiful siren was in his bed and had her mouth on his cock. He had never seen a more beautiful girl ever and he desired her fully. He ordered her to remove her clothes. This she did slowly, unsure of what was required of her but willing just the same. As she revealed her body the king was filled with lust like he had never known. He kissed each part of her body. His enchanted lips left fire every place they touched. He suckled her firm breasts and licked her everywhere. His enthusiasm knew no bounds. As he spread her legs he stared at her throbbing engorged cunt. It was so delightful! A tiny perfect slit and two little lips barely hiding her swollen clit. Her asshole was a tiny rose bud He craved to open and make blossom. Her pussy throbbed and leaked down her ass. Even her own pussy juice was effected by the Kings enchanted sperm and it tingled crying for attention as it ran down her crack. The king held her legs open by her knees. He bent his regal head and licked her aching pussy. It felt so good her ass clenched and she humped the Kings face! He sucked and licked and tonged her throbbing pussy and ass hole. Finally she could take no more. Her tits and nipples tingled and her pussy pulsed as she came all over the Kings face. He licked and sucked up all her juice. When he entered her virgin body with his rigged cock there was no pain. The enchantment turned all pain to increased pleasure. The taking of her purity was such intense pleasure that she cried out and came right then on his cock. Her hole was so tight the king had to work to gain full entrance to her pussy. He could hardly move in her she gripped his cock so hard. He was going to spill his seed in her which was a forbidden act. Because of its enchanted power only the queen could have his cum in her pussy. All others were to eat it or wear it. This pussy was so tight, so hot that he craved to explode in her. He pumped in and out of her tight hole slowly. As his pleasure increased so did his speed until he was fucking her like a wild stallion. She came on his cock repeatedly feeding his frenzy as her tiny hole milked and creamed his cock. Finally he could take no more. He filled her hot pussy with his full load of enchanted sperm. His cock was still iron rod hard so he continued to fuck her plunging into her ass with excessive force. She cried out in intense pleasure again and again. The more he shot his load in her the more beautiful she became. She glowed with youth and vitality. Her big tits bounced as he forcibly fucked her cunt, her face and her ass. He couldn't get enough. Normally this kind of fucking would hurt a virgin but the Kings enchantment turned all of her pain into intense pleasure. She was mindless with joy and happiness. The king just kept right on fucking her. In her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. Until he could fuck no more. He had filled her young body with his enchanted seed until she could not contain it. It seeped from her ass and her pussy. Her belly was filled with his hot seed. She lay on his bed a thoroughly fucked miss. Her lips were swollen, her tits were swollen, her little pussy was a swollen throbbing, dripping mess and her tiny asshole was gapping. She never looked as sexy or as wanton. The queens unholy shriek failed to register on her. Her mind was numb with pleasure. The queen was enraged that this unmatched beauty had taken her seed. She couldn't even be sold now that her body had tasted enchantment. The queen grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the open court. Naked and seeping, her body still trying to close from her adamant fucking. All the servants stopped and stared at her. The queen cast a spell on her turning her to living wood. The queen positioned her so that her legs were spread, her knees bent. Her tiny asshole and perfect cunt clearly visible to all. She placed her hands on her knees and forced her forward. Her mouth open and her tits peaked. She looked like a goddess. The queen announced that this statue would be used as a surrogate to harden the men before they entered the room for impregnation. All who needed help could use any available hole. Her enchantment was such that this statue alone could be posed by anyone. Allowing the men to position her as needed for their height or size. In the morning word had spread throughout the land about the queens benevolent gift. Every available man was in line making use of her before entering the impregnation line. She took cock after cock of every size in her mouth, her pussy and her ass. Many times simultaneously. Often the men would bend her backwards at the waist and forcibly fuck her face as two men bent her downward from the waist and fucked her cunt and ass at the same time. Because she had been turned to living wood with the King enchanted seed still in her she could feel every fuck. Her holes would adjust to the girth and length of each man maximizing her pleasure. Every cock was the perfect fit. She was able to have silent orgasm after orgasm as men banged her continually. During the day the workers took her quite forcibly but the Kings enchanted seed made all pain pleasure so she enjoyed even the most violent fucking. At night the nobility would use her as if she were a toy or a game. They would position her in outrageous ways and use her in whatever way they wished. Sometimes they would cum on her and rub it into her as if it were cream on her skin. Sometimes they peed on her or in her holes and sometimes they fucked her mercilessly and came inside her. Her body would absorb any seed as if it were food. It nourished her causing her to be well polished and soft. The queen was unaware that the girl was still alive inside the wood. She knew not that the men's sperm was keeping her alive and well fed. That the Kings seed caused her to enjoy her torturous life. She delighted in being used and eagerly awaited the next cock day and night. Now as with all spells there is a way to break the spell rendering it useless. In this case the queen was confident that it would never happen. It required the girl to be fucked by her one true love. The queen knew for a fact that her husband, the king, was her first and only lover. She had stood in her magic mirror and watched as he took her maiden head with passion and force. She watched the blood flow onto the bed. To her horror, she watched her husband fill her with his precious enchanted seed. Enraged she had dragged the beautiful girl to the hall fresh from her husbands bed and cast her spell. There was no true love for this girl. Her fate only held an endless stream of cocks. She would remain a cock whore forever! One day it reached the Kings ears that there was a statue present in the palace that a man could actually fuck like a woman. All the other statues in and around the palace were beautiful to behold but had no holes. Lips eternally closed or smiling but no real anatomy parts. They were solid wood. This intrigued the king. Ever since he had woke up to the incredible Nymph in his bed and on his cock, he had been incredibly horny. His wife the queen was punishing him for his infidelity and not allowing any beauties to come to him for pleasure. It was because he had broken the rules and cum in his dream siren. The king was horny and decided to visit the statue. He was shocked and turned on to see his beautiful nymph spread out before him. He ordered everyone away. He positioned her to his satisfaction and entered her tight pussy. Her muscle memory remembered his cock and adjusted to his perfect fit. He went wild with unbridled passion. He fucked her as vigorously as the first time until he was ready to cum. Now he had heard that this living wood statue actually absorbed cum. That it never leaked out of any of her holes. She greedily took all that was given her. He pondered whether or not to spill his seeds inside of her. He feared what would happen. He could feel the pussy of the statue throbbing, trying to milk his seed. It felt strange but hot. He pulled out. He let his cock settle down and filled her ass with his cock. He pounded out an incredible staccato in her ass. Again he felt it pulsing and throbbing on his cock making him unbelievably hard and horny. He pulled out. Letting his cock calm itself again before he pulled her up and over his cock. He held her by her once silky hair and pounded her onto his cock. Her mouth adjusted to allow his length into her throat. He fucked her face savagely. It felt so divine. Never had he experienced such insatiable hunger except with the living version of this girl. Suddenly he needed to be in her pussy again. He lay her back gently... As if she would break. He positioned her in a lovers pose as he slowly entered her tight hot hole. He ravaged her pussy and made love to her wooden body. Finally with a sob of the most intense pleasure he released his seeds inside her. He lay on her wooden body as his own body settled down. With amazement, he felt her body grow soft and pliant. He looked at her face. Surprise overtook him as she returned to her human state before his eyes. Because this powerful spell was broken, all the spells the evil queen had cast also broke. The Guard all fell exactly where they stood and melted into black goo. All the enchantments broke. The beautiful men and women returned to humans as the living wood spell was lifted. The king felt his heart burst and grow as the enchantment left his body. The queens screams could be heard all throughout the palace. She made her way to the king. She was livid. Spit spewed from her twisted face as she tried to cast a spell over the king. He took one of the metal spikes that had held the cock statue up and plunged it through the queen. She screamed and writhed as the life left her body. She died right there at their feet. The king lifted his sultry nymph into his arms. "I will marry you today, but first we must bathe you." The delighted girl was carried to the Kings chambers. He made love to her body several more times. They bathed and dressed. He took her as his queen that night. The entire land celebrated the union and their new found freedoms. All the women in the fuck line were released and sent home. All the pregnant women were given a choice to leave or stay. Some stayed. The kingdom was at peace. The king and his queen fucked like rabbits and had many of their own babies ensuring the survival of their reign. A Fairy Tale Ending? My eyes opened onto a room of pure white, sun shining in the windows, and the fresh scent of flowers. I wasn't sure where I was for a moment and I turned my head to take in my surroundings. A small table sat next to the bed and held a lamp with a lace shade. In the corner was an armoire that matched the style and colour of the side table, and the curtains were a light cream. The bed itself was softer than mine and the duvet was mauve with streaks of white. Suddenly I became aware of breathing beside me. I turned my head and was met by a mass of dirty blonde hair. I moved one hand up and gently brushed some of the hair to the side. "Mmmmm, let me sleep will you" I heard and with a thump she had turned her back to me. I froze and a smile ran across my face as reality pushed aside the cobwebs in my head. Beside me lay a woman, but not just any woman. This was my ideal woman, the one woman that all others were compared to. I could not believe what had happened last night and I was equally shocked to find her in bed beside me. More times then I care to admit I dreamed of waking up beside her and now that it had come to life I was even more afraid to move in case I woke up. The woman was in her early thirties and had had two children, but her body was as beautiful now as it was when we first met in school. I was a little disappointed that she had turned over because her smile was my favorite part of her. She had laughing eyes and a white smile that gave her an innocent and naughty look all at the same time. I pulled the covers down and her nude body came more into view. She was tanned and had several moles that broke up the soft skin. I ran my fingers lightly up her back and shoulders. She was so soft that I was afraid to hurt her with my clumsy hands. She moaned as my fingers circled her shoulder blades. I was not sure if she was awake or in that sleep like state that you enter when morning comes. She moved slightly exposing more of her back and neck. My fingers traced her spine as they moved towards her ass. I wanted to make love to her again, but I contented myself with softly tickling her skin. As my fingers moved in a circular motion on her hip I widened the movement so that I could touch her cheek on one side and her soft curly hair on the other. When I moved to her legs she quickly moved so that I could not touch her pussy. I smiled and continued caressing her legs, ass, and back. She shivered, so I pulled the blanket to cover her and moved closer. She snuggled back into me and I felt her body touching mine. I was already hard by this time and I felt myself being squeezed against her ass. I leaned over and softly kissed her neck, my hands moved through her hair and I licked the end of her ear. "Mmmmm", another moan escaped her and this time I was sure she was awake and responding to my touch. I kissed her neck and then moved to her shoulders and back to her neck. My hand ran down her side and circled up once I hit her ass, I moved over her tummy and stopped, cupping her breast. I could feel how hard the nipple was and she moaned as I gently pinched it. "So your not asleep" I said. "What makes you say that" she said, and I saw the smile I love appear. I smiled back and increased the pressure on her breast. My cock pushed against her as I held her tight. My mouth found her neck and I ran my tongue over it. She pushed her ass into me and I felt the tip of my cock slip between her ass cheeks. She reached down and grabbed my cock and slowly started masturbating me. I pushed my cock through her fingers and whispered into her ear. "I love you" I said, but her reaction was not what I expected. She released my cock and slid out of the bed. I could see she was crying as she ran into the bathroom. The door slammed behind her and a minute later I heard the shower start. I leaned back on the pillows and sighed. I knew better than to say that, but I couldn't help it. I had been in love with her since Junior High School and the passage of time had only strengthened the feeling. But she was married and had two kids and I was divorced. What we had done was not right, but neither of us had cared at the time. But now my slip had brought reality back to her and I felt the hurt she carried. I thought back to our younger days and the fun we had had. Walking to the store, talking, and writing notes when we should have been paying attention to the teacher. I could not think of those times without smiling, at least until I got to the part where I started going out with someone else and she ended up getting pregnant. The water stopped and the door opened. She stepped into the room in a hotel robe with her hair in a towel. I finally realized that I was in a hotel room when I saw the robe. She sat down on the bed and looked at me with a mix of sadness and fear in her eyes. "I'm sorry" we both said at the same time. "What are you sorry for?" she asked. "It was my idea to get this room and spend the night". "I know" I said, "but I feel bad about it". "Well I never claimed to be a great lover, but nobody has ever complained before" she said, a smile appearing on her face. "You know what I mean smarty" I snapped back and I pulled her close to me. Her head rested on my chest and we both sat for a minute content in each others arms. "I always wanted to make love to you" I said. She looked up at me, "since when?" she asked. "Junior High" I said. She smiled and then stuck her nose in the air, "if I had known you liked little girls I would not have spelt with you". "Considering I was in Junior High when I first thought of you, I don't feel bad about it at all" I said. We laughed and sat in each others arms. Her neck was exposed and I reached down and kissed it again. She moved away, but I caught her hand. "when are you supposed to be home?" I asked. "Not until tomorrow afternoon" she said. "I have the room for tonight too" I said, letting an evil smile play across my lips. She stuck her nose up in the air again, but there was surprisingly little resistance when I pulled her to me and kissed your warm mouth. She let the robe fall to the floor and removed the towel from her head. She pulled my head towards her and stopped when my lips wrapped around a hard pink nipple. As I sucked it she moaned and closed her eyes. In turns I kissed her nipples and massaged her breasts with my hands. After a few minutes I pulled her onto the bed and began kissing her toes. Moving slowly up her foot and ankles I kissed and licked her calves. She moved her legs apart as I neared her thighs. Just as I reached the top of her thigh I veered off and went up the side of her leg to her pubic area. She shuddered as I licked the soft skin of her legs. Whenever my tongue got near her clit she would buck to make contact. I could feel the urgency in her as I teased her body. Without warning I stuck my tongue into her pussy and licked upwards until I felt her clit in my mouth. She sucked in the air and moaned as my tongue ran across her lips. She was rocking and moaning and I was licking her pussy for all I was worth. She tasted so sweet that I wanted to stay there forever. Suddenly she grabbed my head and forced me back, her hips wiggling and her breath coming in pants. A small squeal issued from her lips and grew into a soft "OHMYGODDD". I pushed a finger between her lips and she ground herself against them. My fingers were coated in her juices and she was a thrashing around on the bed. With a final moan she laid back spent, her eyes looked dreamy and her limbs were rubbery. I moved up her body kissing her as I went until our mouths locked. In the middle of the kiss I pushed my pelvis forward and I slipped inside her easily. Another moan came from her and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. I began pumping into her slowly, letting the length of my cock pull out and then push in as deep as I could go. Her breathing got quicker and she grabbed my ass with her hands. "Give it to me hard" she moaned and hung on as I increased the tempo. My own breathing was rapid and my hips ached as I pushed into her as hard as I could. I couldn't continue and I collapsed on top of her feeling my cock being held tight in her warm, wet pussy. Slowly moving in and out of her we laid there enjoying the pleasure. She pushed me onto my back and moved one of her legs over me. My cock stood straight out as she maneuvered herself towards me. She took my cock in her hand and eased the tip into her pussy. A moan escaped me as she bottomed out on my cock. Slowly she moved in small circles, it was her turn to tease me now and I was in heaven. I always liked being on the bottom and looking into the face of the woman. It made me feel good that I was giving her pleasure. My cock was swirled around inside her, then withdrawn and then sunk deep in her. She enjoyed teasing me and she knew I was not going to complain. As clear as it was that she was in control I could sense that she was getting more and more aroused. Finally she abandoned all attempt at control and rode me hard. Her breasts bounced up and down and I reached out for them. I massaged them as she rode me and the OHMYGODDs began again. Bucking and twisting she rode me, it didn't even seem that I was there, she was completely engrossed in her own pleasure. She stopped grinding and small tremors covered her body. Her eyes closed tight and she literally vibrated. A scream/moan left her lips and she laid down on top of me. I could feel her wetness as she laid there. I began moving in her and she tried to get up. "Just lay there" I said. She relaxed back down again as I thrust into her. I held her ass tight with both hands as I shoved my cock into her as hard as I could. "OH YEAH" I almost screamed as I continued pushing in and out of her. My balls tensed up and I felt myself shooting off deep inside her. My own spasms alternately pushed and pulled me and my cock keep filling her with my seed. "I love you" I said, and as soon as it came out I realized I had done it again. I looked into her eyes "I'm sorry, I ..." But before I could say anything she put her hand over my mouth. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Then what I wanted to hear all my life came out of her lips. "I love you too" she said. She smiled, "I have wanted to make love to you for years too". We looked into each others eyes and then our mouths met and we kissed long and deep. When my cock had shrunk enough it fell from her with a plop. "Time for another shower" she said and headed to the bathroom. "So what happens next?" I asked. "What do you mean?" she said, stopping at the door to the bathroom. "Are you coming home with me?" I asked. "Tomorrow I am going to my home" she said and in her eyes I saw the fight that was inside. "But I thought ..." I started, but she only sighed. "I have two kids, this is the only thing that can happen" she said. I wanted to say something to make her change her mind, but I couldn't. She was right, we had both wanted to be together and we had. But now it was back to reality for real. My heart ached and I felt a little sick to my stomach. I laid back and wondered what I would do next. The water came on and I heard her washing her hair. Long ago we had had our chance, but it was past. We were two different people with things in our lives. If this had been a movie we could have stayed in bed forever, but in the real world things are more complex. It has been several years since that morning and my life has not changed much. My ideal woman is living with her husband and kids and I am still alone. I fill my life with as much as I can, but it still is missing something. My job and my hobbies have earned me friends and respect, but no woman has appeared to take her place.