Message-ID: <17449eli$9811210434@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "A Little Fairy Tale" (Part 1) by Heatheranne (mf,voy,teen,drugs) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: Kristen's collection --------------------------- Cut Here --------------------------- ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: fairy.txt (mf,voy,teen,drugs) Authors name: Heatheranne (Address withheld) Story title : A Little Fairy Tale ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright 1998 Heatheranne This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. -- This work may be archived and displayed on non-commercial web sites without permission, but please do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ------------------------------------------------------- A Little Fairy Tale (Part 1 of 2) by Heatheranne Mike Jones made his way down the main hallway of Andrew Jackson High School. As he nodded and waved to various students, he was struck by how some things constantly changed and others seemed to remain the same. It had been nearly thirty years since he was in high school in nineteen-ninety. Schooling had certainly changed. Now each student was issued a computer and various expert teaching programs allowed those students to learn subjects at their own rate. Teachers had become more like councilors who guided their charges and helped them with difficult concepts. But other things stayed the same. The students were still divided into gangs, clubs and cliques. There were the rich snobs who had to wear the right clothes and hang out with only the right people. The jocks, both male and female, thought only of conditioning and their sports and not enough about academics. The brains were sort of the anti-jocks. They always looked a bit sickly and pale, but they were doing college level work. Another thing that never seemed to change was the pay for teachers. That was why Jones had resorted to manu- facturing illegal drugs to supplement his income. Gene therapy had advanced in the last twenty years like computer science had advanced in the last twenty years of the last century. Now, even a high school science teacher could slice and dice genes to achieve spec- tacular, if sometimes dangerous, results. In fact, disguised as a bottle of water, Jones was carrying a bottle of genetic dynamite in his book bag. Jones entered his office and took a seat at his desk. Cranking his PC, he looked over his schedule for the day. His first appointment was in twenty minutes with Reggie Pond. Jones realized that one other thing never seemed to change in school, and that was the pathetic existence of Reggie Pond. Jones had been Reggie's teacher for three years and he figured that Reggie hadn't made the slightest advance in his social and emotional growth in all that time. Reggie was quiet and shy to the point of not being there at all. In a few weeks Jones would turn Reggie over to a senior advisor and although Reggie's placement in his studies was above the curve, his lack of emotional development would reflect badly on Jones. ** Reggie Pond looked at his watch. In twenty minutes he had an appointment with his advisor, Mr. Jones. Reggie stretched his arms above his head and leaned back in the heavy wooden chair. He liked this spot, it was quiet and secluded in a back corner of the school library. It ought to be quiet, thought Reggie, there was little practical reason for anyone to be here since the typical student PC held about a hundred times the information contained in the books here. Reggie turned his head at the sound of footsteps. Around the corner and down his row, between the stacks, came Jim Wolfe and Sue Dillon, the hottest couple at Andrew Jackson. Jim was the school football team's quarterback as well as its captain. At well over six feet, with broad shoulders and hand some face, he certainly looked the part. Sue was, almost inevitably, the head cheerleader and homecoming queen. She was wearing fashionable navy shorts with legs so wide they looked almost like a skirt. Above the shorts she had a white button up blouse and a vest that matched her shorts. Filling out that outfit was a figure that was the center of many a hormone-induced dream of the males at Andrew Jackson. "Hi Reggie," said Jim. Sue managed a small smile. Reggie and Jim had been good friends in their younger years. But social pressure and driven them apart when Reggie became the book nerd and Jim the promising young athlete. "Hi, Jim what's up?" Reggie noticed that Sue was trying to look anywhere but at him. "Reg... uh... would you mind if Sue and I had a little privacy?" Since Sue's head only came up to Jim's chest she couldn't see the exaggerated wink that he gave Reggie. "Sure, no problem." Reggie closed his PC and stood. He didn't like giving up what felt like his private space, but he wasn't upset at Jim. He only wished that he had someone like Sue to take into a secluded spot. As he walked past the couple, Jim slapped him on back hard enough to make Reggie stumble, "Thanks pal." Reggie managed not to fall as he turned his stumble into a half turn and a little wave. He made it to the end of the row and turned toward the short hallway that led to the library exit. But instead of leaving, Reggie crept down the next row until he was opposite Jim and Sue. He carefully pushed some dusty books aside until there was a small crack between the tomes that allowed him to see the couple without being seen. Jim had taken the chair, and Sue had put herself in his lap. They were in the middle of a deep kiss. Jim's hand was sliding up the leg of Sue's shorts. Reggie's experiences with kissing were few and far between. But he could just imagine Sue's soft warm lips on his, while her tongue writhed in his mouth. Reggie could feel his cock become erect in about the time it took him to blink. He watched as Jim nuzzled Sue's neck and whispered in her ear. Sue giggled, "OK." She took her arms from around Jim's neck and unbuttoned her vest. Her semi-reclining posi- tion made her breasts stand out against her blouse. Reggie's cock tried to swell like a balloon at that sight, but it was twisted painfully in his pants. He grabbed the aching member and straightened it. Sue looked so hot, he couldn't help but give himself a squeeze. But Sue didn't stop her little show with just opening her vest. She unbuttoned her blouse and then undid the clasp of her bra. Reggie almost cried out when her breasts popped into view. Reggie wasn't the only one excited by those lovely mounds, Jim growled low in his throat and bent to take a nipple in his hot mouth. "That's it baby," whispered Sue. She leaned back until her upper body was practically lying on the table where Reggie had been resting his arms just minutes before. "Yeah, a little lower... oh, that's it... now harder... ohhhh Jim." Reggie couldn't figure out why she was giving all of these directions until he realized that Jim's hand wasn't just resting on Sue's thigh. Oh my god, Reggie thought, his finger's in her pussy or on her clit. Look at that, she's moving around so much she can hardly stay on his lap. Sue suddenly pushed her pussy hard against Jim's hand. Her legs began to quiver and Sue gave a little whine as she experienced her orgasm. Reggie stood back from his spy hole. He had a few minutes before his meeting. He could slip into the restroom and find some relief from the overwhelming sight of Sue's tits and then the incredibly sexy sight of seeing her cum and... and... and he was going to have to hurry before his hard-on burst in his pants. Reggie was about to creep away when he heard Jim say, "OK babe, now my turn." Reggie nearly bonked his head on a shelf trying to get his eye back in place. He was just in time to see Sue take Jim's place in the chair, while Jim leaned against the table. With a very matter of fact manner, Jim unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Reggie was glad to see that Jim, the super athlete and boyfriend to the gorgeous Sue, was no more than ade- quate in the size of his equipment. Of course size really doesn't matter when it's stuck in the lovely mouth of Sue Dillon. And she certainly didn't look as if she found this act something distasteful. She was sucking and licking Jim's cock as if it was a penis shaped piece of candy. It was more than Reggie could stand. He grabbed the front of his pants and began to rub his cock through the fabric. At first he was scared that the couple would hear his hand as it whiffed across his jeans, but Jim and Sue were to caught up in their sex play to hear. Jim's hips began to softly pump back and forth. He alternately stared up blankly at the ceiling and then gazed at his cock as it appeared and disappeared be- tween Sue's full lips. In only a couple of minutes Jim's pumping motion grew more forceful. He put his hand lightly on Sue's head and a hiss escaped his lips as he came in her mouth. Reggie couldn't believe it. Sue didn't even flinch as she sucked down Jim's sperm. Reggie grabbed his cock through his jeans and rubbed it hard against his groin. He could feel the warmth of his cum against his skin as his own orgasm flowed. Reggie took a deep breath as he regained his senses. What time was it? He checked his watch. He just had time to clean up before his appointment with Mr. Jones. ** Jones removed the water bottle from his book sack and examined it as if he could see something besides a clear liquid. And maybe he could. The bottle contained genetic material that could, at least according to the man who had sold him the formula, make old men - old and very rich men, thought Jones - feel like young studs sporting permanent hard-ons. It would even re- juvenate cells, although the long-term effects of the genetic material could vary widely from one person to the next. But the long-term affect on his pocketbook would be very much in his favor. In a few hours he would be transporting this stuff to a Mexican medical clinic, where a friend would sell it to rich Americans looking for a quick fix to their aging bodies. He figured that a few months of selling this stuff would leave him set for life. "Hello Mr. Jones." Jones looked up to see Reggie standing in the door. "Hi Reggie, come in." Jones stuffed his bottle back into the book bag and placed them in a desk drawer. As Reggie took a seat, Jones tapped at his PC and brought up Reggie's' file. "Well Reg, I haven't seen you in a while." That's because you canceled our last three sessions, thought Reggie, but he didn't say anything. "Hmmm...," Jones tapped the screen with his stylus. "Your grades are excellent, as usual, and I see you've been to some of the school social events - very good Reg." Jones scrolled down a bit on the PC and frowned. "Damn Reg, I thought you were going to take that fit- ness class." "But I got sick," protested Reggie. Jones leaned back and threw his stylus on the desk. "My God Reg, it's a class for freshmen, and you haven't passed it yet." "I'm sorry," mumbled Reggie, "I had the flu." Jones sighed and sat up straight. "OK, let's see." He worked at the PC for a minute. "And there're no fitness classes open when you get back from vacation." Jones shook his head, "Look Reggie, you'll just have to pass that test without taking the course." He looked at Reggie's skinny frame. "Try to work out while you're on vacation. The test isn't all that hard." Reggie mumbled his compliance. Jones wiped his hand over his face in frustration. This boy would earn him another black mark with the school board for sure. If he didn't pass that test, then Reggie wouldn't advance to his senior status on time. It was Jones' job to make sure that his students progressed at a certain pace. If they didn't, then Jones' next raise - and therefore the day when he could walk away from his job - would be just that much farther away. Of course there was always the money he was expecting from the contents of his little water bottle. Hmmm, Jones thought, maybe he could make this stuff work both ways. Jones fished two-dollar coins from his pocket, "Reggie, how about getting us a couple of sodas?" He flipped the coins across the desk. Reggie managed to catch one of the coins. He picked up the other coin from the floor where it had fallen, and mumbled, "OK," as he left the room. It took Reggie less than five minutes to get to the vending machines and back. He placed one of the sodas in front of Jones and opened his own to take a sip. Jones picked up his can and looked it over. "Damn, I'm sorry Reggie, could you get me something with cherry flavor? I really had my heart set on one." Reggie caught another dollar coin as Jones flipped it to him, and once more left the office. When he was out the door, Jones retrieved the genetic material from its drawer. He opened the bottle and dipped the point of his PC stylus in the liquid. Taking Reggie's soda, he swirled the end of the stylus into the cola. Jones gave a mental shrug. He wasn't sure exactly how the material would affect the boy. It rejuvenated older men, so maybe it would give Reggie a little pep, a little incentive. Surely nothing really odd would happen ... surely not. When Reggie got back with the next soda, Jones took his time with the rest of the interview. He gave Reg a date for his physical fitness test and made sure that he finished the can of soda before releasing Reggie back to his studies. Reggie walked out of his meeting with Mr. Jones just in time to run into Amy Preston. He and Amy had been neighbors for years. They had played together as children and now they maintained a friendly relation- ship. They vented their feelings to one another about their respective families. She told Reggie all about her little sister who was a major junior high pain in the butt, as well as her single parent mother who, at least in Amy's eyes, was practically a jailer. Reggie was under the care of his single father. He actually thought his dad was pretty cool, but he often complained to Amy about the time his father had to be away from home on business. "Hi Amy." Reggie fell into step with the girl as she turned. Amy had a pretty face, when she wasn't fighting an acne problem as she was currently. She had fine blond hair that fell below her shoulders and she was a bit on the thin side with an absolutely flat chest. "Reggie, how'd your meeting with Jonesy go?" "About the way I thought. He gave me hell about not passing the physical test, and the rest of the time I spent as his go-for." "What are you going to do about that test? Take the course when you're back from break?" Reggie frowned, "The course is all filled. I'll just have to bulk up while I'm on break and take the test when I get back. I'm sure I can turn into a regular Tarzan," He held up his arms, bent at the elbows, and turned his torso like a body builder. Amy smiled and reached up to squeeze Reggie's biceps. "Tarzan might be aiming a bit high, how about Jane?" Reggie moaned and dropped his arms and folded at the waist as if he was deflating. "Where are you going on break?" she asked. "Dad and I are going on our annual camping and fishing trip." Reggie watched as Amy wrinkled her nose in dis- taste. "And I guess you have to suffer through a month at the beach?" "Yes," she sighed with an air of false resignation. "Weeks of sun and surf and surfer dudes." Reggie laughed as they separated to head to different classes. ** Four weeks later. Reggie awoke at mid-morning for his last day of freedom before school resumed. He actually found himself eager to get up and going. It was almost scary how much energy he'd had lately. While out on their camping trip, Reggie had found himself running along the trails, doing several sets of pushups and sit ups dur- ing the day, and even following his dad by jumping from one exposed rock to the other along the trout stream. One other thing had changed in the last couple of weeks. He had become one horny dude. What he was ex- periencing wasn't the average hormonal rushes of a teen boy. He was used to the usual, if unexpected, erections of a teenager. Ones that seemed to arise and disappear every few minutes for no apparent reason. But the full boner hard-ons that he'd had lately, were a - I just have to do something about this erection before my cock breaks off - sort of thing. He'd tried to ignore them. The other day he'd gone for his morning jog with his erect cock poking at the front of his running shorts. Within a half mile the friction of his shorts against the head of his cock had been overwhelming. He barely had time to run into a patch of woods and jerk his shorts down before the white stream of cum had erupted. Of course, Reggie smiled to himself, it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy it. He straightened his cock inside his shorts and began to stroke it through the thin cotton material. His favorite fantasy these days con- cerned the vision of Sue and Jim going at it in the library. He imagined that Jim had left her there, unsatisfied and hungry for more. At that point Reggie saw himself walking around the corner sporting a throbbing, drooling cock that was much larger than the one he had in real life. Sue, in her cheerleader skirt and little white canvas shoes and white socks and nothing else, would welcome him with open arms. Somehow Reggie would manage to fill her pussy at the same time as her full breasts - feeling surprisingly like his bed pillows - billowed against his chest. His fantasy didn't get much further than that because he could feel the rush of cum along his straining cock. Suddenly there were half dozen full spurts of the stuff soaking his shorts. Reggie sighed as the vision of a satiated Sue faded from his thoughts. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and padded to the bathroom to relieve himself of his wet shorts and do his morning toilet. In a few minutes he was out the door for his morning jog. When he returned home the message light on the family monitor was blinking. Reggie tapped the screen to re- trieve the message. His father's face filled the appeared. "Hi Reg, I guess you're out running, or sleeping in," he grinned and then his face grew more serious. "Listen Reg, I have to fly to the plant in Osaka again. I won't know for how long until I get down there and look around. Go over and ask Mrs. Preston if she'll take care of you." His father grinned once more, "I know you're old enough to take care of yourself, but do it for me. I'll call again as soon I know anything, bye." The screen reverted to the standard menu. Reggie sighed, having to report to Mrs. Preston was a mixed blessing. On one hand he got a dinner each night that was much better than anything he or his father could fix, but on the other hand Mrs. Preston insisted on knowing where he was every second. Amy, of course, was a friend. He didn't mind hanging out with her, but her little sister Rhonda, could be a real jerk. Rhonda was a little more than a year younger than Amy. But Mother Nature had decided to bless Rhonda. Not only was she taller than Amy, she was developing curves that it seemed Amy would never have. The problem was that Rhonda was well aware of her assets and took every opportunity to show off her figure and flirt shameless- ly with older boys. Boys who were Amy's age or older. She made sure to point that out to her big sister. Reggie finished his morning work out and headed for the shower. In twenty minutes he was out the door and on his way to the Preston home. Amy Preston swung her feet off her bed and stood. She'd slept through most of the morning, much longer and she'd miss lunch. She stretched and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged with combed hair and fresh breath, but she was still wearing her navy sleep shirt that fell to her knees. She was about to hunt down some food when the door chime announced that someone wanted in. Amy peered through the door's peephole. It's Mr. Pond, she thought, but then she took a closer look. It was Reggie. He looked different somehow. Amy opened the door, "Hi, Reggie," she greeted her friend. Reggie smiled and walked in, "How were the sunny beaches?" "Oh, mostly hot and full of sand," she said with a noted lack of enthusiasm. "What's the matter? Didn't you have fun?" "It was OK I guess." Amy wasn't about to confess that she'd hoped for a little summer romance at the beach. But it seemed that all the hot guys only had eyes for the hot chicks. Chicks like her sister. All she had to do was appear on the beach in that two piece, with the push up bra, and the hard bodies swarmed around Rhonda. "How was the fishing?" she asked. "We had a great time." Reggie launched into the story of his vacation, but Amy, try as she might to really listen to her friend, lost interest his story of fish and dry flies and leaking tents. She couldn't get over how much Reggie had changed in a few weeks. His face looked leaner, with a hint of a beard. She recognized that he'd actually become handsome. Amy suddenly realized Reggie had paused in his tale. She had no idea what to say except, "Gee Reg you sure are looking good. You must have been working out." Reggie struck a mock body builder's pose, with one fist on his hip and the other arm bent to show off its muscle. "Yeah, how do you like it?" Amy squeezed the offered biceps. It was certainly much larger and firmer than that day she'd felt his arm in school. "Not bad," she told Reg. In fact she was down right impressed. "And look at these abs," Reggie said, as he pulled up his shirt to reveal a washboard stomach. Amy ran her hand over the rippling muscles. She looked up into Reggie's eyes, and the next thing she knew, she was kissing him. She felt Reggie stiffen, and she was afraid he might pull away, but then his lips relaxed and he was kissing her back. When she slid her bare arms around his neck, Reggie put his hands on her hips and then slid them down until his fingers were lightly rubbing her ass. They stayed like that for a long minute and then broke off the kiss. Reggie was the first to speak, but "Wow," was all he could manage to say. "Yeah, wow," was her echo. Until a few seconds ago Reggie had been a friend, someone to give her help with math problems, but now she was certain she wanted some- thing entirely different from him. Amy grabbed Reggie by the shirt and dragged him to the sofa. She pulled him down, looked him in the eye, and said, "Let's do it." Reggie looked on in amazement as Amy reached under her sleep shirt to pull off her panties. "Uhh, do what?" Amy looked irked. "I thought we'd get naked, flap our arms, and fly around the room, you idiot. I mean let's do it, as in lets have sex. You've had the shots haven't you?" "Of course," Reggie managed to sound offended. Having the regimen of shots to insure against unwanted preg- nancies and sexually transmitted diseases was a rite of passage that teens wore like a badge of honor. "OK then," cooed Amy. She smiled and slid her arms back around his neck. They kissed for another minute. Reggie murmured, his lips brushing hers, "How about your mother and Rhonda?" "Mom took the little princess to the mall for some more clothes, we've got plenty of time." She looked down at Reggie's crotch, "Are you...uh...ready yet?" Reggie thought if he was any more ready, then his cum would be dripping down his leg. He answered by pulling down his shorts and underwear. Amy's eyes widened at the sight of Reggie's cock, the head wet with precum. She smiled and lay back, propping one leg against the back of the sofa. Reggie crawled between her thighs. He gave Amy a deep kiss while his hips thrust his boner in first one direction and then the other. He was beginning to worry that the friction of his cock against her hot skin might lead to a premature end to the proceedings when he felt Amy's hand guide him home. Reggie gasped at the most wonderful feeling he'd ever experienced. The hot, silky, slickness that folded around his cockhead made him feel as if his penis was swelling and about to burst. And when he eased his rigid cock further into Amy, the feeling only doubled. God, he thought, how could a male keep from cumming instantly, when this feeling was so intense? No wonder the girls in school had all these dry jokes about how fast their guys were. Reggie was determined to please Amy, but the more he thrust his hips back and forth the more his body urged him to speed up. And then, despite his determination to last longer, his cock erupted, sending first one and then almost a dozen shots of cum into Amy's cling- ing pussy. Reggie continued to thrust his cock back and forth. The feeling now was almost painful, but he resolutely kept going for Amy's pleasure. He was relieved when she gasped and rolled her hips under his, moaning out her own orgasm. Amy opened her eyes and looked dreamily at her Reggie with the glistening, well muscled body, and tousled hair, she smiled into his face and said, "That was wonderful, Reggie, just wonderful." Reggie smiled and sat back on the couch, "You know, I came over to tell your mom that my dad has gone out of town, and ask if she would she look after me. I guess you'll be seeing a lot more of me for a while." 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