Message-ID: <3114eli$9708181207@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jandreams@aol.com (Jan Dreams) Subject: NEW TG: The Pixie's Promise (3/3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970817235900.TAA13337@ladder01.news.aol.com> The Pixie's Promise by Janice Dreamer part 3 of 3 Jack luxuriated in a wealth of new sensations. He seemed to be experiencing touch for the first time in his life. Everywhere on his body that Mary's fingers touched exploded with thrilling sexy sensitivity. It was like his nerves were dead or sleeping and Mary's fingers brought them to full wakefulness. He shivered with pleasure - literally shivered - for the first time in his life. He moaned out loud as the pleasure became so intense he found himself incapable of maintaining his customary stoic silence. In the past he had never been one for making noise during sex. He always considered it "unmanly" and had developed the habit of keeping a tight clamp on his mouth during lovemaking. Tenderly, Mary ran her fingers through Jack's hair, thinking it was a shame that most men had hair much too coarse and cut too short to be very much fun to play with. But Jack's hair was longer than she'd realized, much, much longer than it appeared and actually quite soft and silky. She loved long sexy hair, loved feeling it on her skin, inhaling its clean fragrance. She kissed her way down Jack's throat, nipping his neck, tickling with her tongue. Ever so slowly and teasingly she meandered toward his nipples. She was pleasantly surprised to discover satin smooth skin and firm yet softly swelling flesh where she'd been expecting rough hairy flatness. How silly and pathetic a man's nipples always seemed to her, tiny flat mockeries. And yet, Jack's nipples swelled to her gentle suckling, growing firm and hot and so very sensitive to her slightest touch. She lingered over his chest, alternating kissing and sucking with gentle caresses and teasing pinches. She felt a loving sense of accomplishment as Jack moaned aloud, pleased that he was enjoying what she gave to him. Jack gasped, stunned by the raw pleasure coming from his nipples. His nipples had never been very sensitive so he'd never really understood the erotic possibilities of having them stimulated. Now he squirmed and arched his back, eagerly presenting his chest for Mary's delicious manipulations. He felt his cock throbbing, straining to full erection driven by the sensual delight radiating from his tingling nipples. Mary was stirring such a sweet aching desire in him, along with a frustrating demanding need for more, a need to be touched, caressed, driven onward to release. He'd never felt this way before, so vulnerable and open, the sensations and emotions he was experiencing seemed to be under the complete control of Mary, all he could do was accept what she chose to offer his senses. The feelings were so intense he couldn't contain himself and cried out in joyous agony. "Ohhhhh Mary!" Mary smiled at the effect she was having on Jack, while at the same time feeling mild irritation at the deep guttural sounds. She loved it when her lovers gave voice to their passions, but she preferred softer, more sexy tones over Jack's animal-like grunts. Although when he moaned again she realized his voice wasn't so harsh after all. In fact he had a quite melodious tone, very sweet and high, almost like the tinkling of fine crystal. It was a joy to hear such lovely tones. She began tracing her fingertips down the silken skin of Jack's belly toward his crotch, intending to inspire him into further exclamations of delight. Jack's cock tingled in anticipation as Mary's hand drew closer. He whimpered in frustration when she brushed it with her cool fingernails only to glide lower and gently stroke the tops of his thighs. Automatically he eased his legs apart, hoping to lure her hand upward for more intimate contact with his desperately throbbing penis. She continued to tease him, keeping him on the brink of satisfaction. Her hand cupped his balls, fingers tenderly gliding over the skin of his scrotum. He involuntarily raised his pelvis, pressing himself into her hand, but she had already moved on, stroking the crease where his leg met his hip. She continued this blissful torture for an immeasurable time. All the while one hand or another teased his crotch she continued kissing and stroking his belly, chest, neck, lips, and face. His hands had moved above his head of their own accord, clutching at the headboard as if physically clinging to his sanity. He was awash in a sea of pleasure, totally beyond his control, no way to even know where or when the next loving caress would come. Eventually Mary's roving touches around his body became more lingering and focussed on his pubic region. Jack felt her stroking his scrotum. Her finger gently traced a line upwards from near his ass to just below his cock. She circled his cock, sending shudders through his body as her hand lightly brushed against the head. Then her finger retraced its path back downward and repeated the whole process. Jack arched his body, humping his hips in rhythm with her stroking finger. She must have gotten some kind of oil from her nightstand for he could feel its slick warm moistness spreading over his crotch and inner thighs. Her finger glided so smoothly, it was an impossibly erotic sensation. Then, incredibly, she seemed to press inward on his scrotum near the base of his cock and he could feel her cupping the underside of his shaft with her finger - from *inside* his body!! Oh what a feeling! She began stroking her finger up and down - or in and out? - the underside of his cock - or what felt like the underside of his cock - pressing somehow inward and upward. He was now so liberally doused with the slippery oil that he began hearing a liquid squishing noise as she stroked him faster and faster. He had a momentary flash of embarrassment as he realized that it sounded like a very, very moist vagina being rapidly fingered, but the thought only lingered for an instant as the intense sensations of pleasure were too much to allow him to concentrate on anything but the tingling in his body. Jack was transported. He had no notion of time or space or his surroundings. There was only Mary's wondrous touch. He bucked his hips into her hand compulsively. White hot jolts of pleasure seized his body, momentarily petrifying him in a rigid paralysis. Then his entire body began spasming in shivering convulsions of joy. He screamed out in high-pitched tones of ecstasy. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh Mary! YES! YES! Oh God!!!! YES!!!" Mary continued her loving ministrations. She kept him focussed on the pinnacle of climax for long seconds. She played him expertly, like a child blowing gently to keep a soap bubble aloft. A touch, a pressure, a gentle stroke in just the right spot, at just the right moment, prolonging the delicate lifespan of the bubble of his orgasm. Until finally he simply collapsed, overloaded by pleasure, becoming a limp moistly glistening rag doll. And even then she continued caressing him tenderly, drawing him slowly back into the world. Jack sighed. Total contentment mingled in his thoughts with amazement at the most wonderful experience he'd ever had. He couldn't have imagined sex this good, and he hadn't even fucked her yet! Mary was still kissing and touching him in delightful ways and Jack began to become aroused again. She slid her body along the length of Jack's own body and he was amazed at how smooth and silky the sensation was. His skin seemed to glide over Mary's, soft and sensuous, warm and erotic. They lay entwined with Mary's breasts resting on his chest and her mound pressing into his hip. Mary began lazily humping her body against Jack. She slid one leg in between his thighs and he felt the soft smooth skin of her upper thigh press against his crotch. Ever so slightly, she began rubbing her thigh up and down between Jack's thighs. Jack closed his eyes and moaned. The feeling from his crotch was wonderful but not quite like anything he'd felt before. He felt very much like his cock was erect, yet there was no resistance to Mary's smooth skin gliding over his crotch. It felt like she was gently stroking his balls and pressing against the head of his cock at the same time, although he had no sense of contact with the shaft of his cock. Also, he was still soaked with slippery oil between his legs and it felt like even more was being added as Mary rubbed against him. Altogether, it was a completely unfamiliar feeling yet so deliciously sexy that Jack couldn't worry about it. Now Mary rolled over and pulled him on top of her. His chest seemed to sag down to touch her breasts. The contact of his nipples against her soft skin was exciting. Honey blonde hair spilled down around the sides of his face and pooled on the pillow around Mary's head, forming a curtain that enclosed their two faces in an intimate little tent. Jack barely even noticed these anomalies. Ever since catching the pixie, events had become so surreal that he simply stopped worrying and accepted things as they came. He kissed Mary tenderly then pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. "Mary, that was fantastic! I never felt anything like that in my entire life!" Mary grinned broadly. Triumph and possessiveness and lust and playfulness all danced together in her eyes. "Shush. Now it's my turn. Make love to me, Jack." Jack's earlier feeling of lassitude dissolved. Now he felt a desire to satisfy his lover, give her more pleasure than she's ever felt before. He wanted more than anything in the world to hear her shrieking with joy as she orgasmed. He began to make love to Mary, starting by kissing her eyelids. Mary lounged back and basked in being the center of the universe. Jack was proving to be the most adept lover she'd ever known. He seemed to know precisely how to please her... ***** Jack stirred. He squinted against the light streaming through the window. He was snuggled up against a soft warm body. Mary. Beautiful, wonderful Mary. His head was pillowed on her shoulder. One arm thrown across her ribs, hand gently cupping her breast. His crotch was pressed to her hip, his leg slightly cocked and intertwined with Mary's. He gently moved his leg, rubbing it against her, soft smooth flesh against soft smooth flesh. Sprawled as they were, Mary seemed much larger. He could just barely extend his foot down to Mary's ankle and her chin was nearly above his head. He moved his arm slightly and stared at it, a small delicate limb with long feminine fingers. He noticed long silken hair tumbled over their bodies. Some of the tresses were Mary's fiery red but there were also long strands of golden blonde. With a start, Jack sat upright in the bed. He glanced down. Two firm luscious breasts tipped with large pink nipples bobbled before his eyes. Curly blonde hair shimmered in the morning light, tumbling in waves from his shoulders down past his breasts. And on his back he could feel the soft tickle of more hair brushing against his skin all the way down to his ass. His skin was soft and hairless, an unblemished perfection of pale alabaster. Leaning down, he looked between his legs and saw a fine tuft of blonde pubic hair crowning the soft cleft of a vagina. "Mary! Mary! Wake up! Something's happened!" Even on the verge of panic, his voice was soft and sweet, high pitched and dripping sex, like a nymphomaniac bimbo doing her best to sound seductive. God! He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Mary slitted her eyes sleepily and stretched. She smiled when she saw Jack. "Mmmm, hi Sweetie." "Mary! Look at me! I'm a woman!" Mary lazily ran a hand over Jack's slender body, gave his breast a tender squeeze, and dropped it to rest on his thigh. "Yah. And beautiful too. Wasn't last night *wonderful*?" Jack got a faraway look on his pretty face. Last night *had* been incredible. He'd had more orgasms than he could have possibly imagined in one night. They had touched and sucked each other to climax over and over again. They had kissed and fondled each other nearly continuously until eventually falling asleep. But they hadn't fucked. Jack hadn't even noticed things were changing but now he realized his body had been transforming itself into a woman all the while they'd been making love. "But... but... it wasn't supposed to be this way! I... I... caught a fairy. I made a wish!" "A fairy? Well, how quaint, Jack." She smiled like an indulgent parent humoring a child's invisible companion. "But anyway, you *did* get your wish, love. The last thing you said was that you wished you could be as attractive to me as I am to you. And you are Jack. Oh, so very attractive. Don't you know that by now, lover? I'm not exactly a lesbian but I love women, quite a bit more than men. Oh, men are okay on occasion but women are so beautiful. I guess you'd say I'm bi." Jack just stared at her in shock. Bi? That must be why she never seemed interested in dating. She must not want anyone at the office to find out. Might make it difficult to achieve her career goals. Probably hated the thought of all those men making snide little comments about her behind her back. But where did that leave him? He was a fucking woman now! "What am I going to do now? I can't go to work like this. Everybody knows me as a man. I don't exist as a woman. I have no job, no clothes, no life." Mary smiled as she saw the truth sink in. Jack's face had gone slack, then surprised, and now looked very distressed, like a little lost girl. She stood and took Jack in her arms. Mary was a head taller than Jack now - after all, she liked being the physically dominant partner. She kissed Jack tenderly and turned them both to face the mirror over her dresser. She nuzzled Jack's neck, gently squeezed one soft breast, traced a hand downward, running fingers through silky blonde pubic hair, and possessively cupped her hand over the soft mound of Jack's vagina. "It's okay, Jack. Hmmm... Jacqueline? That's nice. It's okay, Jackie. You're mine now. My little Jacqueline. I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about anything." Jackie looked at Mary. She could feel Mary's breasts pressed soft against her back, the nipples firm nubs on her smooth skin. Mary's hand on her own breast felt wonderful, and she felt her nipples tighten in response to Mary's gentle touch. The touch of Mary's palm against the damp smoothness of her new pussy brought memories of last night and how they'd pleasured each other endlessly. Her knees were weak and she felt warm moisture beginning to flood her vagina. She felt a familiar sense of helplessness. With a sudden sense of realization the thought occurred to her that Mary wasn't attracted to just any women - she was attracted to *submissive* women. "I'll teach you everything you need to know about being feminine, little Jackie. I think I'll send you to cosmetology school so you can learn to be my maid. You'll be such a help to me! It's so much work keeping up my image, but appearances do count you know. Of course I'll miss you at the office. You really were an asset on my project team. I may even have to bring home some work for you at first. At least until I can train a replacement. But don't worry, my little darling, that will only be temporary. A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be troubling herself over business - certainly she shouldn't be wasting herself trying to be what she isn't, an executive. No, a little beauty like you should be doing something more appropriate, like modeling, although now you're much too short to be a model. You could be a dancer but then you wouldn't be here for me when I come home from the office, and besides I don't know if I like the idea of sharing you with all those drooling men - at least not when I'm not around to enjoy it. Maybe something where you can exercise your talents at personal service? Perhaps we'll find you a job as a manicurist at one of the finer salons, that'd give you something to do during the day. But don't worry, sweetheart, I'll think of something." Jackie stared at her in the mirror. She was forming a picture of her future life. A frilly little attendant to Mary. Incapable of even voicing an objection. Mary's finger busy at her pussy was driving all thoughts of rebellion away. Mary always won anyway, so why fight it? "Oh we'll have such fun!" Mary cooed into her ear. "We'll go shopping and to aerobics classes and to the beach." Mary gave her a sly look. "We'll go clubbing and have a total blast! The guys will want to eat you up! Just wait till you feel your first cock pumping away inside you. Don't worry, I'll make sure he's sweet and gentle so your first time will be special. But you can relax, it won't be anytime soon. You're my little lover. My perfect little girl and I'm not going to share you with just anybody." They made passionate love. For several hours. Afterwards they showered together. While Jackie was still struggling with her hair, Mary went off to start breakfast. As Jackie approached the kitchen she heard Mary talking to someone. She held back, not wishing to interrupt, and peeked around the edge of the doorway to see what was going on. Mary had the window over the sink raised a few inches and a cold draft was blowing in. She had placed a saucer of milk on the window sill. A group of pixies flittered about, some drinking from the saucer, some darting through the air at random and some standing on the sill waiting their turn. Mary was talking with one fairy who was standing a little apart from the others. "Oh Lady Kirathamon! What a *brilliant* stroke of inspiration! You always catch me by surprise when you choose to gift me with one of your services." The pixie spoke something but Jackie was too far away to hear. "I know!" Mary giggled at some joke of the fairy girl's. "Just what he deserved. Imagine thinking one of the high Faerie could be *commanded* to grant a favor? Bargaining for something that must needs be freely given." Mary listened to the tiny woman again. "Oh yes! Jacqueline is absolutely *lovely*! Just the kind of girl I've always longed for. Thank you so much, Milady! And please accept this meager offering as a sign of my friendship and gratitude. There shall always be a full dish for clan Donai on my stoop. I pledge that to you, good Mistress. Many of my people may have forgotten the old knowledge but I shall never forsake you, my friends." "And your service was most helpful, Lady. My position in the company is secure for now. Although some day I may request another service of you. You see, there is a man called Thornton..." ---The End (for now) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /