Message-ID: <17450eli$9811210435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "A Little Fairy Tale" (Part 2) 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: <2edd9985.36560db5@aol.com> 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 2 of 2) by Heatheranne Her gaze dropped to his softening cock, Amy giggled, "I've already seen a lot more of you." She stretched out a leg and rubbed her bare foot on Reggie's thigh. "You know, that means we'll have a lot of time to spend in your house." She gave him a sexy smile, "All alone." ** A couple of weeks passed. Reggie's father called and said that his stay in Osaka would be indefinite. He asked if Reggie was behaving himself with the Prestons. Reggie assured him that everything was fine. He didn't tell his father of course, but Reggie had been abso- lutely sure not to upset Mrs. Preston. He wanted to be certain that nothing disturbed his daily "study ses- sions" with Amy. ** Mrs. Preston called to her younger daughter, "Rhonda, I forgot about a meeting that I've got tonight. Would you call Amy and Reggie? We're going to have to eat an early dinner. "OK," Rhonda yelled back. She reached for the phone, but then something made her stop. Usually she just ignored anything Amy did, but lately she'd begun to wonder about Amy's relationship with Reggie. She'd seen that Reggie had gone from skinny nerdy boy to a real stud muffin in the last few weeks. Surely even Amy couldn't miss that. And she'd been spending a lot of time alone with him. Hmmm, Rhonda decided that she'd have to look into this. Rhonda grabbed the key to the Pond house that they kept for emergencies, and headed out the door and across the lawn between their two houses. When she got to the Pond front door, she turned the lock as quietly as possible and sneaked inside. She heard voices from the back of the house, where, she smiled to herself, Reggie had his bedroom. Rhonda crept forward until she could peek around a corner and into Reggie's room. Her eyes grew wide and she almost cried out. Reggie was lying on his bed propped up by a couple of pillows, his hands behind his head. Amy was there too. She was astride Reggie's hips and both of them were completely naked. Amy was cupping two small but firm breasts in her hands. "Look Reggie," she was saying, "since we've been making love, I've gone from being as flat as that wall back there to these babies." She rubbed her nip- ples with the palms of her hands. "And I swear, even my complexion has cleared up, too." Reggie grinned, "I'm pretty sure it's just a coinci- dence. You were due, that's all." Amy leaned forward, putting her weight on her hands on either side of Reggie's chest. As she began to rock back and forth, moving Reggie's stiff cock in and out of her pussy, Amy said, "So maybe we ought to stop for a week or two and see if they grow some more on their own." "Oh no, no let's don't do that. I really think, for the sake of scientific inquiry of course, that we should fuck our brains out to see if you'll grow some more." Reggie said, reaching out to feel Amy's new tits for himself. Rhonda eased herself back out of the Pond house. As she walked back to her home, her look of amazement turned into one of worry, she'd always been a bit jealous of Amy's ease at schoolwork and how she got along so well with their mother. But Rhonda had the looks and especially she had the tits in the family. Now what was this business about having sex with Reggie that was giving Amy some breasts? She'd have to think about that. It was early the next morning when Reggie felt the bed shake and sag behind him. He opened his eyes and looked at the glowing numbers of his bedside alarm clock. It was five thirty in the morning. He figured his dad had come home without warning. Reggie rolled over and had to focus his eyes on the blur of face just inches away. "Rhonda? What's wrong?" He figured that she must have let herself in with the spare key, otherwise the bur- glar alarm would have gone off. "Let's see. We've got a male and a female in bed to- gether. I think you can figure out the rest." Even in the dim light Reggie could see her wide eyes and sexy smile. He decided to play dumb. "It's too early for guessing games, Rhonda, go home or at least be still and go to sleep." He rolled away from her, hoping she'd leave. He didn't want to risk messing up his newfound relationship with Amy. Reggie felt her move, but she got closer, not farther away. "I saw you and Amy having sex last night," she whispered in his ear. Reggie turned so that he was lying on his back. "OK, you caught us. I think I've got some feelings for Amy, can't you leave that alone?" "I don't want your love, dummy, I just want your stuff." "Stuff?" "You know... semen, sperm, cum, the milk of your balls." She moved her hand down his chest and onto his cock that was achingly stiff with its morning erection. "I want your fuck snot baby. Is that clear enough for you?" Reggie felt himself weakening. Sex with Amy was fan- tastic, but he was still incredibly horny much of the day, and here was a sweet young thing demanding to get him off. Her hand was petting and rubbing his erection through his under shorts, but he didn't want to give in to his lust just yet. He wasn't sure of Rhonda's motives. "But why me? If you want sex, I can name about fifty guys at school who are taller, richer and better looking than me. You should know, you flirt with them often enough." "Yeah, but sex with them won't get me bigger boobs." "Well I don't think that..." "And I figure that if I drink your stuff, it'll happen just that much quicker, bigger." Reggie felt a surge in his already straining cock. "Drink? You know what that means don't you?" Or does she, thought Reggie. Maybe she wants me to jerk off in a glass or something. "Sure... oral sex, suck you off... a blow job." Reggie could only moan. He threw back the sheet and pulled off his under shorts. "All right," said Rhonda with enthusiasm. She prac- tically swooped down on his cock. She grabbed it with one hand and stuffed the head into her mouth. "Ow, wait, Rhonda." She was too rough. Reggie had to make her back off a bit. It took a minute to get her lips and tongue and fingers moving in just the right way, but when she did Reggie felt himself boiling to a climax. "OK Rhonda, I'm almost there," Reggie said breathless- ly. A second later he could feel her swallowing his cum. Rhonda sat back. She worked her mouth as if she were judging some piece of candy. "Hmmm... not much taste to it." She looked down at Reggie. "Don't worry about me. As long as I get a little drink every day, Mom and Amy will never know about us, or you all or, well what- ever, you know." The next couple of weeks passed in a sort of sexual haze for Reggie. It was Amy in the afternoon and Rhonda each morning. And then it seemed that Rhonda wasn't getting enough, she started showing up just after her sister and mother had gone to bed. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would one day have to worry about getting too much sex. But after a while he realized that cumming three times a day was just the thing to take the edge off his lately enhanced sexual appetite. ** Things in school had their good and bad sides. On the good side, Mr. Jones was out of town and therefore un- able to rub Reggie's shortcomings in his face. And on the bad side the day for his dreaded physical fitness test finally rolled around. Reggie found himself entering the school gym for the test only to find the entire football team in attendance. Reggie had expected only himself and one of the coaches to be present. He looked around and saw Jim Wolfe tossing a ball with one of the other players. Reggie walked over, "Hi Jim." "Reg, what's happenin' man?" "Well I'm supposed to take my phys-ed test today." "Us too," Jim flicked his hand forward and sent the ball humming to the other player. "Huh?" was all Reggie could say. Surely all these athletes had passed the test long ago. "Yeah the team has to take it every fall. Coach wants to see if we stayed in shape through the off season." Reggie nodded, "Oh, I see." "Reggie. Reggie Pond," called a voice from across the floor. "Later Jim." Reggie jogged over to the coach who had called his name. The coach looked at Reggie and then compared his face to Reggie's picture on the data pad in his hand. Satis- fied that he had the right pupil he said, "OK Pond, we have a dozen stations with a different exercise at each one. When the whistle blows you perform that exercise as many times as you can in a minute. Stop when the whistle blows. Go to the next station. Start again at the next whistle. I'll be counting your reps and marking them down. Simple enough?" Reggie nodded. "OK son, pace yourself. This test can really take it out of you." Reggie nodded again. He and the coach went to the first station, which were sit-ups. Several football players were already in position. Reggie settled onto the floor and got ready. The whistle blew. About fifteen minutes later Reggie dropped from a chinning bar at the sound of the whistle. He was covered in sweat and his upper body was aching. He thought he was doing OK, he'd tried not to pay atten- tion to the players around him, figuring that their pace would be too much for him. He was about to ask the coach how he was doing when the man slapped him on the back; "OK Pond, let's go outside, a little mile run and we're through." Reggie walked to the quarter mile running track. Almost all of the football team was already on the track, their various coaches herding them along like dogs barking at a bunch of lumbering cattle. Reggie saw Jim standing near the start line and since the quarterback was the only one Reggie thought he could talk to, he walked in that direction. But there was no time for words. The second Reggie stepped on the track, one of the coaches blew a whistle, and Reggie had to take off before a dozen beefy players ran him down. By the end of the first lap the runners had settled into two groups. There were a dozen runners in front with Jim at their head. Twenty yards or so behind them was the rest of the team. Reggie slotted himself in-between, running easily, hoping he could stay ahead of the following group. By the end of the third lap, one by one, the group of runners to his front had fallen back and Reggie, to his surprise, found himself running on Jim's shoulder. At that point Jim glanced over his shoulder and gave Reggie a weird look. Reggie didn't know if he was startled, angry, bewildered or what. By the middle of the fourth and final lap, Reggie felt that he could go faster but he figured that if he passed Jim then the quarterback and team captain would just sprint to the finish and embarrass him. Jim did speed up a bit, but Reggie easily stayed a step behind all the way to the finish. As he ran another hundred yards to slow and cool off, Reggie didn't notice that Jim had staggered off the track, head down, trying to catch his breath. Reggie sought out the coach who was keeping his score for the test. Reggie found him in the infield; a group of players huddled around, looking at their scores. It took a minute to get the man's attention. He asked, "Did I pass, Coach?" The man laughed and slapped Reggie on the back again, managing to hit the bruise he'd created a few minutes before. "Yeah kid, you passed." Reggie jogged happily off the field. His thoughts had already turned to his afternoon "study session" with Amy. The coach turned back to his players. In a growling voice he said, "That geek just scored better than ninety percent of you guys. I don't know how you think you're going to play ball for this school." ** Helen Preston lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Even though it was near midnight, she hadn't removed her clothes. She was feeling every one of her forty years. It seemed as if her two girls and even her neighbor, little Reggie, were leaping into adulthood. That afternoon at the mall had been a real eye opener. Helen had arrived at the food court in order to meet Rhonda so they could leave together. For a minute she thought her younger daughter was late, but then she caught sight of the teen in the midst of a group guys from the local college. She wasn't just a kid hanging around older guys, trying to look as if she belonged. She was the center of attention. As Helen watched, Rhonda smiled, laughed and generally flirted with first one guy and then another. If Helen hadn't known better, she would have sworn that Rhonda was a twenty something. A young woman who was very self assured and poised with her beautiful face and, Helen had to admit, dynamite figure. Helen threw her legs off the bed. She took a deep breath. Rhonda was growing up a little too fast. And even if Helen had to wake her up, she wasn't going wait another minute to talk to her daughter about it. Helen made her way to Rhonda's room and softly opened the door. The light from the hallway fell across Rhonda's bed, showing Helen that there was no one there. Now where was that girl? Helen knew she wasn't in the bathroom. Maybe she had gone to the kitchen or living room. She was about to leave Rhonda's room when move- ment outside the window caught her attention. She peered out of the window to see her younger daughter running across the lawn between their house and the Pond home. She watched the girl until she disappeared through the Pond's front door. Helen wondered what in the world was going on. She followed Rhonda, and soon found herself quietly opening that same front door. She stepped inside the Pond house. There were voices coming from the rear of the house. She knew that she ought to announce herself in a loud voice and demand to know just what was happening, but instead, she crept silently through the house until she was looking around a corner and down a short, dark hallway into Reggie's room. He was sitting in a chair that was turned away from a small desk. Rhonda was standing in the middle of the room. Reggie gestured at Rhonda's clothes, he said, "You know, you're always wearing that sweat shirt when you come over here. I think you're wrong about this breast and figure business." "Let's see, I've been giving you a blow job twice a day for weeks and it's only now that you're interested in the results?" Giving blowjobs? Helen had to bite a knuckle to keep from screeching at her daughter. Reggie laughed, "I guess I was afraid you'd realize it wasn't working." Rhonda smiled and then crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. Then she flipped off her shoes and pulled down her sweat pants. With a flick of her foot, she kicked the pants into Reggie's face. By the time he pulled the pants away from his face, Rhonda was striking a little pose. "You call this not working?" Reggie sounded a low whistle. "Guess I was wrong." Rhonda was a living centerfold. Her breasts weren't just on her chest, they were her chest. As the old joke went, she had curves in places where other girls didn't even have places. Her skin was flawless. There was no trace of a facial blemish or even a soccer bruise on her legs. Rhonda ran her fingertips from mid thigh, across her flat stomach - which showed the faintest hint of firm muscle - on up to circle her breasts. The move was totally unconscious on her part and it made Reggie's cock strain at the fabric of his jeans. "But I've been thinking, Reg," said Rhonda as she did a slow, sexy walk approaching him. "I think it's time to cut back on our little sessions." "Buuuuhhh...," was all Reggie could manage to say. Every time Rhonda's lovely lips had left his cock he'd vowed that would be the last time. He was afraid that Amy would find out and end their relationship, and he wasn't thinking only about the sex. But then, after a few hours, his sex drive would be screaming at him for release and he would be glad to see Rhonda and her magic mouth coming around once more. Rhonda knelt between his legs and pulled down his shorts, freeing Reggie's glistening cock. She wrapped her magnificent tits around the head of his cock and began to give Reg a titty fuck. She looked up and said in a little sing song voice, "Afraid you're schedule of steady sex is going to be upset?" "Well...uhh...I was..." "Oh I wouldn't worry about it, after all, Amy is stone in love with you. It's not like she's going to cut you off or anything." "In love with me?" Reggie gasped out as a stream of milky white cum erupted from between Rhonda's tits. "Mmmm...hmmm," hummed Rhonda as she quickly stuffed Reggie's spewing cock into her mouth and sucked him dry. Back in the shadows, Helen realized that she was standing there with her mouth hanging open and eyes bulging. She knew that she should have stepped in minutes ago, when Rhonda had got naked in front of Reggie. But she'd just stood there, watching her youngest daughter give a guy oral sex just as cool as you please. And what was this stuff about the sex giving Rhonda bigger breasts? It was nonsense. Wasn't it? Helen suddenly realized that Rhonda was dressed once more and giving Reggie a kiss - oddly enough a kiss on the cheek - and saying goodnight. Helen stepped back into deeper shadows. She watched as Rhonda passed by and a few seconds later she heard the front door open and shut. Helen felt as if she were having some sort of out of body experience. She stepped forward to the door of Reggie's room and cleared her throat. She had to smile as Reggie yelped and jumped a couple of feet in the air. "Mmm...Ms Preston, what are you doing here this time of night?" "Well Reggie," she walked into the room, a feline smile on her face. " I hear there's a little gap in your schedule." ** And so ends our little fairy tale. There were... Oh. What happened to everyone? Well let's see. Mike Jones, Reggie's teacher and tormentor traveled down to Mexico and managed to get himself arrested almost immediately for the illegal possession of genetic material. A judge gave him the choice of five years in a Mexican jail or ten years of public service. Jones wisely chose the public service, which consisted of taking a teaching position in a small and remote village. Much to Jones' delight, he found that he was very good at honest to goodness from his mouth to the ears of small children teaching. At the end of his ten years, Jones was married, had kids of his own, and showed no inclination to leave. Jim Wolfe figured that he'd received a wake up call when Reggie kept pace with him so easily during that mile run. Jim rededicated himself to his conditioning regimen and to the study of football. Years later his hard work paid off when Jim became one of the first players in the NFL to sign a half billion-dollar contract. He put ink to paper with his high school sweetheart, Sue Dillon, by his side. She loved Jim and would have been by his side in any case, but the money sure made things easier. Reggie's father finally arrived back on the scene. When he went to thank Helen Preston for taking care of Reggie, he couldn't get over how beautiful and young she looked. He knew that Helen was about five years older than he was, but she looked like her girl's older sister rather than their mother. He asked her for a date on the spot. Reggie and Amy found true love in one another. If Amy ever found out Reggie's encounters with her sister and mother, then she never let on. They were blissfully happy with one another through a lifetime. In other words everyone lived happily ever after. It is a fairy tale after all... The End _____________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----