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Controlling Sister

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The trouble with holy water

One day there were four nuns in line for confessional.
The first nun said, “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.”
He asked how.
She said “I saw a man’s private part.” He told her to wash her eyes with holy water.
The second nun comes in and says, “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.”
He asked how.
“I touched a man’s private parts.” He told her to wash her hands in holy water.
Then he heard the third and fourth nun fighting. He asked why they were fighting.
The fourth nun said, “I’m not going to wash my mouth in the holy water if she is going to sit in it.”

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Seducing the Neighbor

Because she has lost much of her sex drive, Jim and his wife Ellen don’t have sex much any more. When Jim is introduced to his new neighbor Pam and his wife Ellen tells him some confidential things Pam has told her, Jim decides to see if he can’t take advantage of the situation.

The Shifts of Mike

‘Man that was intense’ I said to myself as I woke covered in sweat. Slowly consciousness crept into my sleep addled brain as I recalled the events of my slumber. It was her again, the short raven haired beauty that I had been lusting after in my dreams for weeks now, her name is Jamie, she is also my younger sister. Pulling the covers back I swung my legs off the bed and reached down to throw on a pair of boxers for the ritual morning trip to the bathroom.
As the shower was warming up I leaned over the sink just staring at myself in the mirror. That’s when I first noticed it, my eyes were green not their normal blue. As I stared in shock wondering what could have happened I watched as they turned back into the blue I have always known. Figuring it was still sleep fogging my brain I shook it off and dropped my boxers to the floor as I stepped into the shower. I stepped under the water feeling it was over me wishing I was anyone but me. Don’t get me wrong, I lived in a nice house with a great set of parents and my sister Jamie. I did pretty good in school, had friends and a fairly healthy social life, but it was how I looked I couldn’t stand. I was your typical run of the mill nothing special. At 5’9” 170 lbs I was just shy of being actually noticeable.
This is where my recent obsession has come in. Unlike me my younger sister Jamie got a double helping of looks. Just a month shy of turning 16 she stands a short 5’2” about 100 pounds even , long straight black hair that reaches halfway down her back. Her breasts as I found out later were a C cup and had been for about the last year now. Her stomach and legs were tight and toned from hours of cheerleading practice. Basically she was a vision of pure beauty, and the only girl that actually paid me any attention. Ever since it got hot enough to tan and I saw her in her new bikini this year I have barely been able to contain myself around her. Constantly excusing myself to go jerk off to her or sneaking around trying to get glimpses of her.
Even now in the shower as my dream comes back to me I feel my cock start to rise. Not wanting to waste a good erection and wanting to relive that dream I shut my eyes as my hand starts slowly stroking myself to full hardness. I go back to the dream, Julie underneath me, her legs folded up as I piston my cock into her hard and fast. I hear her moans telling me how big I am when I realize that in the dream its not really me fucking her, its me but a lot more muscled and with a bigger cock. As I think about watching myself enter my sister over and over again something feels different to me. I open my eyes and look down at myself and instead of the usual 5 inch skinny dick I see my hand wrapped around a 9 inch long 2 inch thick piece of meat jutting out from my body. My eyes widen in disbelief as my cock and my forearm are now the same size. Stuck in shock I hurriedly finish up my shower grab a towel and run back to my room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed thoughts of insanity run through my mind. Something is going on and I need to know what. With a deep breath I open my towel revealing the same small dick I’ve grown used to over the years. Now I’m lost. I must be losing my mind. Knowing what I saw and felt was real I decided to try and figure out what could possibly be going on. Since it was hard when I saw the difference maybe I had to be hard again to see the change. Being in such an excited state from two denied orgasms it was relatively easy to bring myself back to full hardness despite the nervousness of the situation. As my cock grew I was filled with excitement hoping for the best but after a few moments my cock was rigid and only the 5 inches I knew. Feeling slightly defeated I thought back to what was different and besides the obvious of not being in the shower anymore the only thing different was that at the time I was imagining myself with that same hard beast I had plowing into my sister. That scene coming back into my mind I started wanting that cock again. I started imagining it on my body jutting out. I looked down taking in my small cock wishing it to grow and before my eyes it started to. Slowly it gained in length and girth until I was back to being massive.
Over come with happiness at the possibilities for me now I stroked hard and fast while keeping my sister in my head. My orgasm was swift and powerful, as it hit rope after rope of cum shot out from my tip coating my chest in cum. As I squeezed the last of my cum out I fell back onto the bed in a daze and slipped into unconsciousness.
Waking back up for the second time that day I found myself in ridiculously high spirits. Who wouldn’t be?? I can change anything I want to physically about myself. Or at least maybe anything. I had to know my limits with this. Looking down at myself I needed to get cleaned up. Seeing what time it was I knew my sister had already left for practice and she wouldn’t be back until late that night, I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I went back to the bathroom and wet a washcloth to wipe myself down from the earlier orgasm.
While wiping myself down I looked into the mirror and started to play around. I started with my eye color again changing it from one color to the next finally deciding on brown. I then moved to my nose and just for shits and giggles I made it long and pointy like Pinocchio. Finally cleaned up I left my face the new way and walked back into my room closing my door. In my excitement I didn’t realize that my door didn’t completely shut. Now standing in front of my full length mirror I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw this ridiculous nose jutting out from my face.
Knowing that I basically had a do over at my disposal I started on becoming the way I always wanted to look. Adding a couple inches in height I was now 6 foot even. I set to work on my frame bulking me up a little bit and defining my muscles that would take months in a gym to achieve. Once happy with that I started on my face, not changing anything major just a little tweak here and there until I was happy. I enlarged my balls a little bit to match that of the destroyer now hanging limp between my legs. Once finished I memorized every inch of what I changed tweaking what needed it and leaving alone what was perfect. Taking a full look at myself I couldn’t have been happier. Looking like this there was no way girls would keep ignoring me. I would finally get laid.
Filing away what I wanted to look like I started playing around. Making myself fat and skinny, super tall and tiny like a midget. I added muscles and hair, took them away basically being absolutely ridiculous with my new found ability. Returning back to the new me I stood just admiring myself when all of a sudden it hit me. If I could change into anything why couldn’t I change into a chick. The thoughts of my possibilities started to excite me, bringing my impressive cock to life. I started off just seeing if I could do it. My chest losing its muscle as it started to expand out ending up with a pair of firm large breasts. Not being able to choose between the mirror and looking down I kept glancing back and forth as my hands came up to feel my first breast. My hands reaching their goal sent all the air out of my lungs and I fell back onto the bed slowly caressing my new toys. My nipples now even more sensitive began to harden under the movements of my hands. My cock was so hard it was actually beginning to hurt as I pinched down on my nipples causing an involuntary moan to escape my throat. Leaving one hand to play with my breasts I moved my other down and slowly began stroking my cock imagining it was my sisters breasts I was playing with. Getting so into it I started moaning her name which in turn brought me immediately to orgasm my cock exploding and sending my cum shooting out right onto my breasts.
As I lay there in my after glow I started picturing my sister in my head. I closed my eyes forming a complete picture of Jamie in my head. I pulled on every memory I had of her forming a complete image of her in my head. Keeping my eyes shut I imagined her and pushed that image of her onto my body. I could feel things moving and changing and when it all stopped with eyes still shut I stood up. Slowly I opened my eyes and staring back at me in the mirror was my sister.
So stunned at this, all I could do was stare as I turned around and bent over trying to see everything I could. Finally I let my hands do what my eyes were doing. I laid back on the bed closing my eyes and just ran my hands over every inch of my sisters body. Going straight to my breasts I started caressing and squeezing finally getting the prize I had been aching for. Under the ministrations of my fingers I could feel my nipples harden, moving down to them I gave them a pull when I felt a wet heat coming from between my legs. Going into very unknown territory I slid one hand down my stomach and in between my legs. I could immediately feel heat emanating from my folds. Gingerly I began exploring lightly playing with the area rubbing my fingers up and down coating them in the juice of my excitement. My breaths were now beginning to come in deeper and more ragged as my excitement grew finally resulting in a loud moan as my probing fingers found my clit.
Now feeling flushed and more turned on in a new way than I have even experienced I began to rub my fingers in circles over my clit, going faster and faster until I couldn’t even breathe. The only option my brain gave me was to keep rubbing. And that’s when it hit. My entire body being sent into spasms I twisted around as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt washed over me. With one final wave of ecstasy washing over me blackness edged in.

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Marie’s Christmas

I wasn’t expecting it to be a good Christmas. In fact I knew it’d be shit. James, my boyfriend of the last year, broke up with me after the Thanksgiving break. Apparently when he went home, he met his old girlfriend from high school and got back together with her. How sweet…
“Sorry Marie, I know it’s awful to you but its real love.”
I wish I had the backbone to tell him, “Go fuck yourself! You tiny-cocked sack of shit!” but instead, I was understanding, I told him I forgave him and didn’t cry in front of him because he ‘felt bad enough.’ I hate them both.
So I spent most of the time in the early weeks of December crying while studying for finals¸ or crying while buying presents on line for my family, or crying while taking a shower. I was a mess. I wouldn’t, however, cry in front of others. Lyn, my roommate, knew I was, but didn’t bring it up, just offered warm tea and condolences.
“He’s a bastard and she’s a diseased cunt!” was her typical comment when she saw me red-eyed.
I’d smirk and nod, it didn’t help but it was nice to have her in my corner.
“I’m going to go walk to the gym; I have to study for my logic course tonight.”
The season had turned and heaters were on everywhere. Frost was on all the cars when the sun came up but it wasn’t pure winter yet. I walked briskly, I had a jacket on over my gym clothes but my gym pants didn’t keep me warm with the cold wind.
I don’t like my figure and most men don’t drool over it. I am neither tall nor short, five foot four, I’m not busty; I wear a 36 B bra. My ass has curves but won’t stop traffic on the street, even if I am wearing tight yoga pants in this cold weather. I’m average weight which means that I spend too much time at the gym trying to be skinny, and failing. It’s good to be healthy and at least I can say that I am.
Otherwise I am not deformed; besides the red color they’ve been recently, my eyes are greenish/blue. I’m tanned but not dark. My nose is good, my lips are full, and my teeth are white and straight. My hair is lank, brown, shoulder length, and boring. Any change I try to do to it makes it look laughably unnatural, so I stopped trying new things.
No webbed feet, no neck tattoos or anything ridiculous, I’m not even a raging bitch. I’m just utterly normal and utterly forgettable.
Well, those depressing thoughts came to me as I went through the gym doors. I worked the elliptical machine really hard to burn off that kind of thinking. I needed the endorphins. My mp3s played and I kept at it for well over my usual half hour.
I finished and returned to studying. My classes weren’t bad. I’d pass even if I was an emotional wreck. I wasn’t worried about the exams; it was just that there was no post-studying/post-test-boyfriend-time to look forward to.
I called my Mom up. I was spending the holiday with her; my Dad was in Chicago with his wife’s family. My Mom walked on eggshells because I told her last time I called about the end of my relationship.
“How’re you holding up sweetie?”
“I’m fine Mom, as well as can be expected. I have enough studying to distract me.” That was an outright lie.
“I’m looking forward to coming home and seeing you and Memaw.” My grandmother lived in assisted care in my mom’s town.
“She’s got a new boyfriend. He lives in the same floor as Memaw. His name’s Frank Hoffmann and he dotes on her.”
Great my 74 year old grandmother has a better love life than me. Not to mention… EWW!
“I look forward to meeting him. I’ll visit her as soon as I get home. Mom I’m going to have some dinner, I’ll talk to you later.”
End of term parties started and I skipped all but one that Lyn dragged me too. I wasn’t in the mood and left early taking a cab back to my place. I packed my suitcase and listened to sad music. I’d be home this time tomorrow.
Lyn made coffee in the morning and she hugged me and said she’d see me after the break.
I drove home still in a funk. It took most of the day, my mom lived four hours away from school. I arrived tired, but I was happy to be home, at least happy to be away from school. I had dinner with my mom and took a long bath.
Baths do so much good and they’re so rare during the semester. I was able to really treat myself, it was luxurious. I lay naked in the tub feeling the warmth. My hand traced up my thigh and stroked lazily down again to my knee. Then it returned back up my thigh.
I wasn’t thinking about anything at all. Not my cheating ex, not anything; I just let the sensations take my body. My fingertips crept up my thigh teasing my furrow. I knew when I undressed that I needed to shave but I’d do that later. I usually keep myself almost, but not quite hairless. But I didn’t have anyone to trim for. I let my hand slide through the lips, the hair was soft and silky in the warm, sudsy water and body tingled as I touched my flesh. One hand curled up to pinch my nipple as I slid deeper into the bath and let my lower hand caress my clit.
A spasm twitched through me and I felt the smile on my face. It had been too long since I’d played with myself and far too long since I’ve orgasmed. My finger slid into my tight passage and penetrated the satiny flesh. I soon added another finger and twirled my thumb over the hood as the pleasure built up inside of me.
I slid further down into the bath to adjust the angle of attack till my body pulsed. My plundering fingers dug deeper and my thumb squirmed deliciously against my clit. I gave myself one last hard twist on my nipple and I flew over the edge into orgasmic delight. I kept my teeth clenched hard to keep from shouting out. I kept toying with myself; I came again before the water cooled enough to cool my passions. It had been far too long.
After cleaning off, I slunk off to bed. My semester was over and I was ready for a break.
The next day I went to the assisted care and visited Memaw and her new boyfriend. I was glad to see Memaw looking spritely and happy. Frank was a nice enough guy, he seemed a like a goofy old man, but he was intelligent enough and treated my grandmother like gold. I spent the whole afternoon with them.
I spent a long time with Memaw and Frank; they really were a cute couple, if in an ancient sort of way. I, of course, had to finish my Christmas shopping as well. I was able to find perfect gifts for Lyn and Frank. My family I had already finished online
So between spending time with my Mom, Memaw and Frank, and shopping; the days before Christmas flew by. My Mom and I were cooking for our Christmas Eve Dinner. Memaw and Frank were in the living room chatting on the sofa while old timey Christmas songs played from the stereo. They even danced to one of the old songs.
Frank was from German stock. He and his wife, as their families before them, used to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve; then receive filled stockings on Christmas day. He was joining us for Christmas, and wanted to give us a gift on Christmas Eve. Mom and I reciprocated and got him a nice bottle of brandy for that present. He gave Memaw a really beautiful bracelet. He gave my Mom a copy of one of her favorite movies on DVD. And then there was my present…
I open the box and saw a silver chain and pendant.
“A necklace.” I was astounded. It was hardly a stretch to give my grandmother jewelry but to give jewelry to his girlfriend’s granddaughter?
Frank said it was his late wife’s. “The family took all the jewelry they wanted but no one wanted this one. It was my wife’s and her mother’s and her grandmother’s and her grandmother’s mother’s. She was wearing it when I met her. I thought it was perfect for a young woman.”
It was quite striking. The chain was elegant and classic. The pendant was almost indescribable. It was a circle of silver which was etched and burnished in a wavy pattern; on the other side was an etching of a figure of a man in an odd uniform.
“It must be quite old then?”
“1815 or thereabouts, my wife had it appraised once. She found out there was a German who made almost a thousand of them so that it’s not really worth anything. That’s probably why the family all turned it down.”
“They were stupid to do that, if you don’t mind me saying so. It’s lovely.” It was too. I couldn’t stop looking at it. I finally tore myself away from being entranced and put it on and it felt comfortable and natural against my chest.
Frank appreciated his brandy and we all had a glass, mom only a small taste because she had to drive them back to their assisted care. It was a wonderful evening and Frank seemed to become part of the family. When my mom took them back I lay down on the couch. It was a nice Christmas Eve, there was even a little Christmas snow falling for a white Christmas. The brandy was having its effect and the world wobbled pleasantly. I saw little dots flit in and out of my peripheral vision, and was starting to realize brandy hits harder than I thought.
I saw one of the little dots had a face. I was able to track it. This was, definitely, not from the brandy. It was pale gold, no more than the size of a firefly, but whenever it came close I could discern the eyes, nose and mouth. It was certainly no insect but a tiny flying person. I would’ve thought I was hallucinating but the next time she (it was a she?!) came close I was hit in the face with powder.
It shut my eyes to keep the dust from blinding me. When I opened them again the small female was still rocketing around the room. I even saw another one in the branches of the Christmas tree and another took flight from the mantle joining its partner in the air.
Not only were there tiny winged people flying around my living room they were becoming bigger. They seemed the size of a small bird then kept growing; they didn’t change shape at all they just grew. Every time they came near I was hit again with their dust and they grew again. The Christmas tree struck me as odd and finally tipped me off to the truth. It was growing as well. Then I felt the couch grow behind me. Everything was growing, or I was shrinking.
My jeans, tight after the large meal felt tight, but they were feeling loose now. My bra felt emptier and my shirt felt bigger. Christ! I was shrinking. I stumbled off of the now oversized sofa, just as my shoes fell off my feet. My jeans were slipping down and the panties underneath felt baggy instead of snug. The new pendant I was wearing seemed to be the only thing that still felt comfortable even though it was undeniably growing as well. I held on to it like a lifeline to normalcy. It grew too big for one hand I still held on. I had to climb out of my pants and up out of my shirt before I was buried in an avalanche of cloth.
The necklaces chain fell around my shoulders, them my waist then off me entirely I could barely wrap my arms around the pendant. Then moments later it was the same size as me, or more accurately I was the same size as it. I seemed to have stopped shrinking. I looked at the pendant and saw the figure on it clearly. It was detailed like a full sized sculpture, like a real person, down to hairs and freckles in pure silver, though it was less than two inches tall. It had a handsome face, rugged and soldiery. Its uniform included even the button holes on the jacket, the cuffs on the trousers and bootlaces.
I saw another flash of gold and powder came down again, this time hitting the silver soldier on the pendant as I lay to its side. I turned and saw the golden winged woman, now quite a bit taller than me, beautiful and stately. I couldn’t register my astonishment about any of this before she walked up to me and stomped hard on my bare foot with what I thought was just a light slipper but was quite hard.
“There! Now you know you’re not dreaming.”
“Fuck!” Jeeze that hurt, “Fuck you lady, what’s your deal?”
“While we are on the subject, I am to be addressed as ‘you’re Majesty.’ I am the queen here and I have summoned you because we have need of your assistance.”
Queen huh? Well, she certainly was imperious but I don’t take orders easily from bitchy people. “You think I’m going to help you after you stamp on my foot and start giving orders.”
“If you believe you have a choice in the matter you are free to leave; but let me remind you that you are just over an inch and a half tall. It is just past midnight, the mice will arrive soon to tear you and us to shreds.”
I stopped whatever exit I was contemplating. I looked around and saw that my jeans were by the couch, my shirt was a little closer, but they seemed like a mountain range made of cloth. I turned towards the Christmas tree which was taller than any skyscraper I’d ever seen. One ornament on the lowest branch was the size of an SUV.
My resolve evaporated “Shit what’s going on? How did this happen?”
“Magic,” the Queen answered. “Give her a drink,” she said to an attendant. It hadn’t occurred to me before that I was surrounded by these technicolored, glowing, winged people; the cranky Queen had been my focus till then. I was brought a drink and the Queen and I were both brought chairs, I sat when she motioned me to.
“Now to tell you what you need to know. The faeries and the mice battle eternally we lose legions and barely keep them at bay. A German inventor aided us at the beginning of the nineteenth century. He gave us arms and even a clockwork general. We were unstoppable, but humans never live long and he grew old and sick. Before he died he cast pendants from silver imbued with our own faerie magic. The general he created could be reborn every Christmas eve so long as a young lady loved it.”
“Many years no ladies wore them, and many years the ladies died in battle, when either happened we were routed.”
“While we suffered the mice multiplied. They made evil alliances; now the spiders are our deadly foes as well. We need the General to fight them off. If we can defeat them tonight we shall be free of battle for a century. The Mouse King hasn’t been killed for nearly that long (the Mouse King’s coronation takes a hundred years).”
“Ok,” I said, “but what am I supposed to do? I’m not a fighter.”
“You will be tonight. You are fighting for your life as much as we are.”
I sat there drinking my tea, which was what the faerie drink resembled most but it did give a warm buzz like alcohol. The Faerie Queen further explained the plan.
“You and the General will take a small squad to fight the mouse king and his elite guard. Meanwhile, my Cavalier will lead the main force against the hoard. We prepare for battle in an hour.”
“Well, am I going to meet this general soon?” I asked. My head was swimming with it all. Talking things over with a faerie queen is fairly surreal. Maybe this general will calm my nerves or at least bring some rationality back to me.
I shouldn’t have hoped for that. The Queen gestured toward the necklace. Its chain was up to my calve and the locket lay on the ground as big as a bed. I walked over to it and looked at the silver figure. It looked back at me.
Well there goes my dream of a return to normalcy. Other faeries were around the locket sprinkling powder around him.
“That stuff supposed to free him?” I asked the one nearest me.
He nodded but continued concentrating on his task.
I turned to the metal man. “Can you talk?”
His mouth tried to open but there was no incision between his lips.
I turned to the faerie again, “Hey! Unweld his mouth, please.”
The faerie took just a pinch of dust and carefully dropped, grain by grain into the recess where his silver lips should part. The lips did come apart gradually and a dry silver tongue snaked over them.
“Drink,” he croaked, it’s the driest I’ve ever heard a voice sound.
I ran and brought him my replenished cup. “Here,” I couldn’t tilt his head up. I poured a small amount into his waiting mouth but he still sputtered most of it.
“Spoon it to him, his head won’t be released for a while.” The Queen said over my shoulder, handing me a spoon. I gave him a spoonful, then another, then another. His silver eyes gained a sparkle and life seemed to come into him.
“Thank you,” he said to me, his voice was strong now, deep toned, with just a hint of scratch still there.
“They’re freeing you it won’t be long. The Queen says we must prepare for battle.”
The silver soldier looked quizzically at me. “Faeries never remember that the way they prepare for battle isn’t the way humans do.”
“What’s that mean?”
“The faeries concept of preparing for battle is the same as their concept of mourning defeat, or celebrating victory, or anything else that they consider an event. It’s bacchanalia and orgy.”
As I was speechless the Queen was indignant, “You mean the human’s still haven’t adopted our ways?” Her tone showed she found this failing of the humans highly unreasonable.
“Your Majesty I only set next to her heart a few hours as a pendant, but I know her well enough to know this isn’t her practice.”
“Human’s are so ridiculous. Why is it that we must rely on them for our salvation?” The Faeries nearby put their faces further to their task so as not to be called on to answer.
The silver man continued speak to me, “Your drink is an aphrodisiac, if you have many more you’d be willing to participate in nearly anything.”
“It’s not as though we demand that you couple with everyone, you simply have to be friendly with your own squad which is rather small. The only requirement is that you two have to join together; but that is simple, she already loves you and never has a general refused his consort.”
“Wait, since when do I love him? And did you just call me a consort?”
“She loves me as a necklace your majesty it’s a sentiment far removed from lust or romance. You’ve been in contact with humans for ten thousand years yet you refuse to learn anything about them.”
“It matters not; neither you, nor she may opt out of the preparation. How could you ask your squad to trust you on the battlefield if you won’t deign to revel with them beforehand? This is not negotiable. My troops’ ways of preparation are to be observed and if we are to succeed they must trust you, both of you. You will not gain their trust in any other way. I have other things to attend to. When you are free, join your squad to prepare.”
She turned on her heel and was away. I hadn’t had a chance to say a single word in protest.
The General had a wrist free and he stretched it. “My apologies Marie, you didn’t ask for any of this. Now you have to go from confusion, to sex with a stranger, to the horrors of the battlefield.”
“Shit,” was my only response.
“Unfortunately for you, I obviously get quite the better deal in terms of sexual partners.” I turned towards him when he said this and saw he had a shy half smile playing across his face. It made him look almost boyish.
“Look, I’m sure you a nice guy; but I just got shrunk, told I have to help kill the king of the mice by the queen of the faeries, right after I fuck a stranger in the middle of an orgy. It hasn’t really put me in the mood, if you know what I mean.”
“I can understand how that would be injurious to your libido,” The silver gentleman said, “I’m sorry, I hope you don’t blame me, but as it must be… I’ll try to do my best to make it alright for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Have as much of the faerie’s aphrodisiac drink as you like. It will make the situation more palatable to you.”
Shit well it would help and I was becoming resigned to it. “I will, not that you’re ugly or anything it’s just the situation is so weird for me.” I said, resignedly. “Would you like one?”
“Yes please, not that I need it to be aroused by you, but a lady shouldn’t have to drink alone.”
I brought drinks for us. I had to spoon the glass to him while the faeries worked to release his head, neck, and torso. One arm was already free.
“I wasn’t planning on having any sex any time soon. It’s only been a month since I broke up with my boyfriend. Well, since I was dumped.”
“I know. It’s the one advantage of being a necklace lying against a pretty girl’s chest. You get to know her heart even if it is for only four or five hours.”
“I don’t think you meant that as a cheesy line and that makes it even weirder.”
“You’re having a surreal night.”
The faeries had released his neck and back so he was able to drink the next glass himself. I admit that I wasn’t feeling uncontrollably horny. I still didn’t particularly want to participate in an orgy. But I was calmer. The drink made my tension fall away from me. So did talking to him. I forgot that he was my necklace. I forgot that he was silver. I even forgot that I was naked and he was in his uniform. The General was quite good at calming me down.
Then, a minute or so later, I glanced at him and I ached, the aphrodisiac part of the drink came on strong. It wasn’t that he was unattractive; he was someone any girl would notice. His face was handsome with the classic strong jaw. He was broad in the chest and shoulders and slender at the waist. Now that his arms were free I could see they were thick and muscular as well. The drink just put me in the mood to notice these things.
He noticed my distraction, I must’ve not responded to something he said. I hoped I wasn’t caught ogling.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
“Nothing much, it hit you hard didn’t it?” he nodded to the empty cup.
I blushed, “Yeah; hit me like a truck actually.” I was still embarrassed “Not that I didn’t think you were good looking before, but I had all the other shit on my mind. Now I’m ramped up whenever I look at you.”
I noticed it wasn’t just my mind that was reacting, my nipples were standing out proudly and I could feel myself getting wetter. My skin tingled with pleasant warmth.
“I can honestly say likewise. Granted, you’ve been naked the whole time too.”
“Should we have another?” I asked mischievously, I was starting to feel fairly naughty.
“There are no negative effects and the feelings will last till your final orgasm and leave your mind clear afterward. I would love to get more enticed with you.”
I got two more glasses for us. I sat very close to him and let my breast brush against his chest. The metal on his uniform had taken on the effect of fabric and teased my nipple while I teased him. He sipped once and put the cup down. He ran his fingertips up my wrist which gave me delicious shivers. His silver hand was warm and smooth. I could barely wait to feel the rest of him. I bit my lip in anticipation.
His fingers drifted over my ribs tickling them. His other hand ran through my hair while he gazed into my eyes. His eyes were silver on silver, and they seemed to bore into me. He drew my face to his and kissed me gently. My lips yielded against his solid ones and my mouth opened unconsciously and our tongues intertwined.
My breath was taken away, he was so completely solid. I felt powerless next to him but rather than making me nervous, I was thrilled and surrendered to him.
I squirmed over his lap, while our mouths were locked together. My hips ground against him, my pussy crushed itself against a statue-like crotch. His hand slid up to cup my breasts. I moaned and thrust at him even more. My hand slid down his jacket to his pants. I had such a need to feel him.
“Shit!” I said. His clothes hadn’t been faerie dusted, so were still welded to him.
“Shit.” He echoed. He looked around and saw the faeries waiting patiently so they could continue their work. We had delayed them in their job of freeing the silver man.
“It should only take a minute or two to finish releasing you General. If we may proceed?” Their leader stated.
The General nodded to the faerie then looked bashfully at me.
Another glowing figure approached us. He stopped, bowed, and addressed the silver general.
“General, the revels will take place over there” He pointed to the clearing under the coffee table. “Your consorts clothing has been removed by a team to under the full-sized humans’ large chair, so that her mother’s suspicions won’t be aroused.”
My mother; She must be coming home at any moment. She’ll think I simply went to bed as it must be after one a.m. now. So much has happened in just over an hour. How much more will happen in the hours before dawn? An orgy and a battle; the former I was now strongly yearning for, and the latter didn’t terrify me as much as it should. The sexuality I felt coursing through me seemed to strangely focus my mind.
Obviously the work of the aphrodisiac drink.
The messenger continued, “The battle will occur on the main floor. Your squad shall move amongst the humans’ presents toward the tree’s trunk. That is the Mouse King’s encampment.”
“You will meet your squad in the revels. They are the Black-glowing Guard. So you can identify them. The Queen also insists that you and your consort meet with her before setting off for the fight.”
“Understood, my thanks for the information,” the General replied.
The messenger clicked his heels, bowed again, turned sharply, and strode quickly away.
The leader of the Faerie workers came forward lending a hand to helping the General out of the charm. He stood stiffly while the faerie patted him down with dust, making his metal clothes more cloth-like, or at least more chainmail-like.
The General helped himself to a handful of the dust and unwelded the silver clothing from his silver skin.
He turned back to me self consciously and expectantly. Once again he looked nearly boyish, as though he thought I wouldn’t be pleased with him now that I saw him standing.
I reassured him by standing on tip-toes to kiss him deeply. He reacted by sweeping my up by my hips to return the kiss.
“Let’s go I can’t wait much longer for you,” he told me.
“Now that you can remove your clothes I can’t wait either,” was my reply.
He put me down and we headed swiftly toward the revelry.
The underside of the coffee table glowed with hundreds of colors as illuminated pulses flew across the air. You could see faeries coupling midflight as well as on the floor. A pink glowing pixie-ish woman rode in the lap of an enormous buff brown faerie. Two male blue faeries were on either end of a very pleased peach glowing woman.
Glasses of aphrodisiac were on stands everywhere. I took a glass just to calm my nerves.
“Come on,” said the General nodding toward the outskirts. We walked out of the swirling rainbow towards several splotches of undiluted colors. We first passed a maroon shining group containing no women at all, the all male group were in a wonton sexual embrace, and then we passed an orange group of women engaged in a sprawling Sapphic tangle.
Soon we came upon a solemn black faerie group. They didn’t glow; so much as they seemed to remove all the light around them. Each man was paired with a woman and they fucked with intense but silent passion.
The General released my hand and walked to the first pair, he kissed the woman’s lips firmly then whispered, “Luck in battle, comrade.” Then he kissed the man’s cheek, grasped his shoulder, and said the same to him.
As he walked to the next couple, I walked to the first. I kissed the woman on the mouth, pausing only a second as her tongue shot lightning fast to touch mine.
“Good luck tonight, friend.”
She moaned a high pitch cry of delight then nodded to me. I pressed up against her partner, who could have been night solidified and kissed him.
“May you fight well.”
His eyes opened and he stared at me, black irises and pupils, even the whites of his eyes were black. He nodded acknowledgement to me too. His hand slid over my hip before he returned his attention fully to his partner.
I went to the next pair who favored a slow but aggressive doggy style, as so many of the squad favored. I kissed the woman and man and wished them luck and received a confirming nod in response.
I followed the General from couple to couple. Fifteen pairs in all, acknowledging each sensually and solemnly. The General wasn’t as free or close to the men as he was with the women. I, in my state, was equally friendly to both. Occasionally I was caressed; if the squad mate was in the throes of ecstasy and I was happy to share that moment with them. The Black Guards were already my band of brothers and sisters. This was, truly, preparation for battle.
After the last couple I went to the General who opened his arms in invitation to me. I was fighting back tears.
“Not all of us will make it back.”
He nodded, “That’s why there is only now for this. Why it’s so important to them.”
I kissed him. It was important to us too.
I melted into him, my naked body pressed into his. He held me as the passion built. We both worked hastily to remove his clothes. He shone when naked, he was burnished and polished. I kissed him again and he laid me on the floor. My hands stroked over his chest as his leg pressed between my legs, opening them. My cleft ground against his thigh and I was getting wetter and wetter. My hand slid down and found his cock, which made us both moan. He wasn’t only larger than I expected, it was literally unyielding.
“Take me,” I said. “Please, fuck me.”
He lay on top of me looking into my eyes; the tip of his cock teased the entrance of my cunt. He firmly pushed into me till he filled me. My head swam; the metal erection in me could have torn right through me, but I had total trust in the General and that let me give in to the sweet feeling of my own powerlessness.
He drove himself in again; pushing further. The base of his prick pressed the head of my clit, which, wound up as I was, triggered my orgasm. He thrust again and again; I was lost in the feeling. I moaned loudly and he kissed me. Our tongues danced.
As we kissed I continued to ride the crest of orgasm. I lost all sense of everything but his relentless thrusting and grinding against my clit, his roaming, and our everlasting kiss.
When my mind cleared I found myself looking right into his eyes. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. I was completely off the floor as he pounded deep into my cunny.
I smiled, “That was an excellent orgasm.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” He smiled back at me.
“Here, sit down, I’ll go on top.”
He grunted his assent and I was put down. He sat and I turned away from him putting my leg over him and mounting him in reverse (reverse cowgirl; that is).
He lined his prick up with my still soaked and tingly pussy and I slid onto him. That felt delectable. He moaned as I shallowly bounced on him. I slowly gained speed and was soon sliding up and down on the thick cock.
He pulled me back against him cupping my breasts. It felt like a tight steel sheet over my tits. Then he pinched my nipple making me squeal and close my eyes in pleasure. I slammed into him; forcing his cock into my tight channel, while he moaned and kissed the back of my neck…
… And someone kissed my lips. My eyes flew open, the onyx face of a female guard smiled slightly.
“Good luck in battle, Consort,” she said. Then she went behind me and said, “Luck in battle, General.”
A male squad member kissed me next. He looked me solemnly in the eyes and told me they’d protect us to the last, for the mission. He went to say the same to the metal man fucking me.
Some were more serious, some were friendlier. I lost track of how many cupped my breast while kissing me, men and women both. At least a dozen were groped by me as I rode the General’s silver cock to another delicious cum.
The General held out till the squad finished returning their vows to us. Then he pulled me down, pushing himself deep into me and came. His too solid prick pulsed as he emptied himself into my womb. He kept whispering “Marie” into my ear with each spasm of his erection.
We held each other and didn’t let go till it was time for him to dress to meet with the Queen.
He was able to make himself presentable. I, of course, had no access to a mirror so I must have looked like I was fucked hard on the ground, which was true. I almost felt self conscious but the General kissed me and pulled my body against his. I stopped caring whether I was presentable for anybody. I almost stripped him down again but he broke away saying it was time to go.
He put his arm around my waist and we walked through the continuing orgy. Though I thought I was sated sexually, I felt my nipples harden as I saw the beautiful faeries intertwining in a myriad of combinations and colors wherever I looked.
The Queen was easy to find. She glowed brighter than any others and was the sole golden faerie. She was lying on a divan attended by a young man who glowed pure white. By ‘attended,’ I mean that she was gripping his hair and shoving her pussy on his tongue. She let out an ear piercing shriek as she came, and slumped down in her chair momentarily. She lazily stroked the man’s long snow white hair.
The General gave a polite throat clearing to announce us. The Queen looked up, inspected us, and smiled.
“It appears, you have ‘prepared’ well.”
The General and I simply nodded.
“Cavalier, meet the General and his consort.” She motioned to the young white glowing man who disappeared from next to the Queen’s chair and reappeared right before us. He looked like he was carved from marble, except his eyes were solid gold but for black pupils.
His long hair swayed back and forth constantly. He reminded me of an anime character, a wry smile and an almost androgynous air, almost… He was, after all, naked, quite well endowed, and very hard.
He caught me glancing down; he fixed his eyes to mine which made me blush. He flashed again. I felt him right behind me; I felt his breath on my neck.
“It’s a pleasure, my dear.” He said in a buttery voice. I felt his fingertips trace down my ribcage and his member pressed against my ass-cheek.
“Pardon Cavalier,” said the General with restrained anger, “but I am the jealous type.”
The white faerie wasn’t behind me anymore but back in front of us. “Oh?” he replied, “My apologies, I had hoped you’d be willing to share.
The General looked murderous.
“Apparently not… In that case I’ll respect that, General. The two of you first need to fit in with your crew. These attendants will see to that, while I go talk to the last reconnaissance party. I shall return directly.”
The Cavalier disappeared.
The attendants he motioned came toward us. Three went to the General with black stones and three came to me carrying a black trunk.
The three with the rocks immediately began rubbing them against the General making the silver on him to tarnish and darken both his silver clothes and his skin. It made sense; it wouldn’t be wise to send a shiny metal figure on a stealth mission.
The three attendants for me hurriedly fitted me with black clothing. Black pants similar to yoga pants but for my current size, a black shirt with turtleneck. They gave me black silk gloves and fitted me into black slippers that seemed soft and light except that the toe was rock hard. Then I was given a long head scarf to hide my face and hair. I felt like a silky ninja and a fairly ridiculous.
The General and I were now nearly as black as the guards we’d be joining.
The Cavalier returned and told us where the Mouse King was last seen and where the enemy’s patrols ran. He showed us cases for our squad each contained long Japanese style samurai swords, all black with black blades. The squad took their weapons, and the Cavalier presented the General with an all black saber, and then presented me with a long, thin stiletto knife in black for my use.
“I preferred your attire before Consort,” He said before looking at the General who glared. I snuck another look at his naked form and he had remained turgid. “The Queen and I must prepare a little longer before the main battle. You must leave now to slip into the shadows and strike the enemy. He flashed back to the Queen’s side, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. Her hand encircled his cock and she smiled as we turned to go.
We made our way to the darkest part of the room following the directions we were given. The squad darted from shadow to shadow, while I sprinted to keep up. We saw the enemy patrols mice or spiders scurrying, looking for intruders, always ready to pounce. What patrols we couldn’t avoid were dispatched with daggers by the squad’s women, who all moved with blinding speed and absolute silence.
We reached the tree undetected and heard the battle cries begin. Even from a distance you could see the faeries glow as they fought the vermin. The Cavalier bounced from one area to another; I could see his glowing figure with a long white sword in each hand as he killed rodent and arachnid alike. Then we turned and headed into the forest of gifts under the canopy of plastic tree branches.
It was only a matter of time before we were spotted. The General was able to silence a mouse before it made any call of alarm. Not two minutes later a hairy spider pounced upon a faerie woman and ravaged her before another could destroy the beast, luckily though she could keep up with the group, though she hobbled along in silent pain.
We proceeded quite a bit further before we were set upon by a cadre of three mice and two spindly-legged spiders. Two of the mice sprang on the back of one of our guards, killing him as they sank their teeth down into his neck. In the confusion one of the spiders broke through to me and clamped its fangs into my arm. The General was beside me to dispatch it before it could rip my arm off. The others killed the mice and spider taking only scrapes. My arm ached but I determinedly kept up with the group.
We got to the main camp and saw the Mouse King’s elite guard, huge creatures with teeth hones to daggers and claws browned by the blood of many battles. The Mouse King was in the middle of them, big as a weasel; with teeth as long as the swords our crew held and claws were the size of the dagger I was given, not to mention its whip-like tail.
We signaled to each other silently we flowed as close as we could get then the General gave the signal and we darted to the open to fight.
We ran in a column trying to pierce their defenses to reach the King. The Mouse guards moved quickly though cutting most of the crew from getting further while the first ones fell before they could strike at their target.
The result was a mess of faeries and mice battling as disorderly as possible. They tripped over friend and foe while they parried and struck. My courage at its height, I engaged a huge mouse unassisted. It knocked me down and sank its teeth into my already injured left arm; my knife was in my right hand though and I drove the blade into the creature’s throat.
The mice were unable to hurt the General and he killed three before seeing me prone under the dead mouse.
He unpinned me and told me firmly, “Stay here and stay safe.” Then he ran back into the fight, breaking through to circle the King while its guards fended off the Black squad.
The General’s saber struck only air while the King’s claws continuously scored scratches in the metal of the silver uniform. The King wouldn’t overextend to try and bite while the General’s sword was in play, but instead clawed at the much smaller opponent.
I struggled to my feet, determined to get back into the fray, no matter what the General ordered. I hobbled a bit my left arm was useless but I gripped the stiletto and shuffled quickly towards them, unnoticed by the other combatants.
The Mouse King’s claw tore into the General’s cheek knocking him sideways. Its tail wrapped around the man’s torso and brought him down.
It raised its head ready to sink its teeth into the metal chest, when my foot hit its mouth. I was surprise as it was that I could accomplish an inelegant but effective flying kick, I brought down my knife into the base of its tail before it could recover its senses, freeing the General.
The Mouse King pounced on me and I felt its sword-like teeth bite into my leg. I screamed and looked down at my nemesis right as its head was removed by the General’s sharp, black saber.
Almost instantly the mice fighting our squad scampered away and we heard the mice signal retreat to their troops on the field. The spiders disappeared into whichever corners they came from.
We were the victors or so I realized later. At the moment I was concerned with my leg being half bitten off, and all the adrenaline I had been running on was fading.
The surviving faeries bound my wounds and salved them with their magic dust. I was no longer bleeding, and I was able to limp even though my leg ached and my arm muscles were tight.
The General had me lean on his shoulder as we headed back toward the coffee table. His cheek was scarred and his uniform was scratched and gouged, but he wasn’t visibly affected by his injuries.
“Are you hurt?” I asked him.
“My cheek itches, but I’m fine. How are you doing?”
“Peachy,” I said sarcastically, “Actually all things considered I’m not doing too badly. The stuff the faeries put on me is killing the pain and I’m not bleeding anymore. How many did we lose?”
“In our squad, seventeen out of the thirty fell, another five were injured. On the main battlefield it appears we have held our own.”
We arrived under the coffee table to solemn music. Pink medics still flitted about healing the injured. A pretty one landed before me and instantly went to work with different dusts at my leg; another soon landed to look at my arm; he saw it was recovering well enough and flew off again. The General stood by
my side with the healer and when I was able to walk unassisted we went to our comrades.
The Queen addressed the gathered faeries: “The dead will be entombed in our forest just after dawn. Those of the Black Guard will be honored highest of all. Tonight, though, we honor that we are alive. So tomorrow we admire our lost friends, now we revel in our victory.” She signaled the music and glasses appeared in all hands.
The music became lively and the Black faeries sprang to their feet. They danced like Cossacks kicking out their feet impossibly in time with the fast tempo.
I’ll admit the Queen’s words didn’t put me in the mood for a party but after seeing my squad, who had lost so many, dance; I smiled and drank which made me glow with quiet happiness. I held the General’s hand as we watched the Black Guards’ acrobatic leaps and kicks. The song ended to cheering roars and wild applause.
The Queen’s messenger called for us and we went to her and the Cavalier. The Queen went to thank the General by kissing him firmly on the lips. She pressed her body against his and ground her hips.
“Hey!” I said, “Back off.”
She stopped to smirk at me. “This is my way of thanking him for his bravery, girl. You shouldn’t trouble yourself about it.”
“The Cavalier did fine in battle, even from where I was I could see that. Why don’t you kiss him and leave the General to me?”
As if summoned I felt the white faerie flash into existence centimeters behind me. “Why thank you consort,” he whispered softly into my ear. “It’s always nice to have my contribution acknowledged by a beautiful woman.” I could feel his naked hard-on again pressed against my ass.
As I was distracted, lips met mine. My eyes flew open wide; the Queen was kissing me as passionately as she had the General. A thrill shot through me and was about to reciprocate when a voice spoke:
“As I’ve mentioned before I am the jealous type.” The General’s gruff voice said.
The Queen turned to him, “I have the girl to thank as much as you General.”
“Your Majesty it’s more likely that they haven’t had any time to kiss each other since returning from battle.” The Cavalier theorized.
“He has a point, your Majesty. Give me a few more drinks and some alone time with the General, then we will be much more appreciative of that thank you kiss.”
She smiled at me and magically refilled our glasses “an extra special one for you two.” The two faeries flew off to join the festivities elsewhere.
I went to the General and kissed him. He responded but didn’t smile. “Cheers” I said. “We lived and we were victorious.” I drank but he didn’t. I was getting concerned “what’s up?”
“This is all we have together and morning isn’t too far away.”
“That’s why what we do now is so important.” I kissed his scarred cheek. “Let’s spend the time together being happy not sad.”
He nodded then smiled weakly. He raised his glass and clinked mine, “To tonight.” We drank deeply.
He pulled me to him and kissed me. I could feel his erection at my hip. The wonderful feeling of powerlessness washed over me and I surrendered to it. He lifted me up and my legs went around his waist. Our clothed crotches rubbed together making each of us want the other more. He whispered my name in between greedy kisses.
“Marie, I want you so badly.”
“You have me. Take me.”
He kissed me and lowered me down. His hand came down and tore the black shirt away from me, the faerie cloth was fragile and I stood topless before him. He knelt before me and took my nipple in his mouth. My legs shook as his tongue teased me. Our last encounter was so aphrodisiac fueled; we didn’t take any time for oral pleasure.
I moaned as he sucked and kissed my boobs I had to hold his head to stay upright. Then he pulled my pants down my hips, and started kissing down my belly. I shook in anticipation as his mouth descended.
The General’s lips kissed over my pussy and his tongue darted out. I placed my leg over his shoulder. I needed him for stability. He licked through the furrow passing through the light hair at the top. He then settled into tonguing my clit. His fingers slid into my dripping pussy smoothly and curled to hit the most sensitive spots. More ripples of pleasure flowed over me and I dug my fingers into his hair. I held his head there while his lovely tongue and fingers brought me to climax. I came and collapsed while he licked my juices. Then gently lay me down.
He stood over me and disrobed. He knelt and kissed me softly. I said “That was so nice, so good.” He smiled and kissed me again. I felt his hard prick brush against my side. His arousal recharged me and I flicked my hand out and caught his erection. God, I wanted it in me. I looked up at him over me and stroked him. He was lost in pleasure.
I moved closer and kissed the top. I licked the seamless metal from base to tip once, twice, a few more times. He moaned softly, I looked up at him and put the head in my mouth and let my tongue swirl around it. Since it was unmovable I could only bob my head a little way down his shaft, but I was rewarded with a long moan.
“Do you wanna fuck me now, General?” I asked looking up at him and giving his cock another long lick.
He leaned down and kissed me.
“I want you more than ever, Marie.” My hand gripped his cock and I guided him to my opening. The metal head pressed against the opening then slipped inside.
I hissed out a “Yes!” as he slid fully in and the base of his hard-on mashed my clit. He was more aggressive this time and I could feel his need. He pinched my nipples and fucked me steadily; I bucked my hips up to meet his thrusts.
I felt so connected to him more so now than before. This time was about release not preparation. He pounded me with abandon and I pushed as hard as I could back at him. He slid wonderfully deep.
I was on the brink of orgasm, while he relentlessly thrust into me and ground against my clit. I gripped his head and pulled his lips to mine. I almost screamed in his mouth when I went over the edge. He was not far behind me and as I clenched and spasmed around him he orgasmed himself. He fell on me in a heap and kissed my neck while we panted.
We sat up and I handed his glass to him and sipped mine. The drink was rejuvenating and reinvigorating. It also made my head just the tiniest bit fuzzy.
I looked at him we were both smiling. “Come on lets go find our squad and thank them in the correct faerie way.”
He smiled oddly, “You’re becoming accustomed to this aren’t you?”
“Well, maybe. The Mouse King is dead. The Queen says it takes a century for the coronation of a new one. So every Christmas Eve for my lifetime I’ll have the necklace and might want to shrink down to spend the night with you and the faeries.
“I’d certainly like that; and friends of the faeries certainly live charmed lives.”
“Come on,” I said getting up. “The Queen wants to thank you as I’m sure many other ladies do.”
“As the Cavalier wants you.” He responded.
“I never would have guessed,” I smiled. “If I want him I’ll wait till you’re sufficiently distracted.”
He continued “and that little pink medic faerie, she wanted you too.”
“I might have a bit of fun. Seeing as it’s Christmas and this aphrodisiac is flowing.”
He put his hand on my hip and we walked toward the swirling colored lights.
It gets foggy there I must’ve orgasmed seven more times, but I only have flashes of memories:
Black faces kissing me, a pink girl’s face distorted in pleasure, the Cavalier’s white chest pressed to my face, a sensual three-way kiss with the Queen, the General and myself.
All the orgasms roll together into darkness.
I awoke at eight a.m. I was rested which should have been impossible as I could only have gotten four hours of sleep at most. I was in my bed, where I must have been delivered, and I was full size (the physics of which I could never guess in a million years).
I went to put on pajamas I found a large mostly healed cut on my leg and another on my left arm. As well as a spider bite on my left arm also mostly healed. I dressed and went to the living room. Mom wasn’t awake yet. My clothes were under the couch like the faerie messenger had said. So was the chain and locket. My General was in his place but seemed darker from where the faerie attendants had tarnished his clothes, and he had a small scratch on his cheek too.
I made coffee and woke Mom with a “Merry Christmas.” She said that I must’ve gone to bed before she got home. She said she kept dreaming she heard odd noises from the living room.
“That is pretty strange Mom.”
We opened presents and I got dressed and went to get Memaw and Frank for Christmas lunch. The snow from last night had settled and made everything look picturesque and Christmassy. When I got to their place I saw a man in an army uniform sitting with them. He had short black hair and coppery skin.
Frank saw me and greeted me warmly, “Marie! Merry Christmas! Look here. This is my nephew, Elias. He came to visit me today.” He turned; he was quite a good looking man, mid twenties, strong chin and piercing grey eyes.
Elias introduced himself and said he’d spent Christmas Eve with his folks and being of German extraction exchanged presents then. He came down to wish his Uncle Frank and his new girlfriend a merry Christmas.
“That’s lovely,” I told him. “Do you have to rush back to your family or would you like to have lunch with us?”
“I’d love to, if I won’t be a burden.” His eyes glinted as he smiled at me and I liked his gravelly voice.
“We’ll have plenty of food General.” I smiled back at him.
“It’s actually Specialist and as of New Years I’m honorably discharged. I’m going to go to state in January.”
“Marie goes to state,” Memaw said.
“I do, I’ll have to show you around.”
We went to the car and listened to Christmas music on the way back to the house. Frank sang all the wrong lyrics. When we arrived Elias was charming to mom. Over lunch he did notice the necklace around my neck, he told me that somewhere back on his mom’s side (Frank’s late wife’s baby sister) they were related to the maker.
“Crazy old coot apparently believed in magic and all sorts of stuff, but he was talented. It’s beautiful, especially on you.” I did catch that he wasn’t looking at the necklace any more but used it as an excuse to look at my chest.
All in all, I was quite looking forward to seeing him again at school.
***
The next Christmas Eve I did wear the necklace and I did shrink again, and I reveled. The General and the Cavalier looked more like Elias than I thought they did the previous year, or maybe I remembered them wrong. Most likely I was seeing Elias in them.
The next morning when Elias asked for my hand and I accepted.
I didn’t return every year, one Christmas I was pregnant and refused to risk what shrinking or faerie drinks might do to my and Elias’s child; I stopped entirely in my sixties. The unchanged beauty of the Queen and court and my General depressed me too much.
I’ll be dead before a new Mouse King is crowned. My young granddaughter may have a daughter. The necklace will go to her.
I hope her Christmases will be as exciting as mine have been.
I hope yours are as well, dear reader.
***The End***

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this was written then with a tip i went back to edit but left it mostly alone ill continue the story with kayla soon

The One

Chris dropped his keys on the table by the entrance and closed the door behind me. I jumped a little at the click of the dead bolt sliding home. I have to admit amidst the excitement I was a little nervous, too. Actually meeting someone I’d only talked to online was something I’d never done before.
He took my backpack from from me and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me into the comfortably furnished living room. I wasn’t really interested in my surrounding, though. The man in front of me held all my attention.
He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to capture my lips with his. His kiss when he’d met me at the airport had been friendly, almost platonic, but this kiss stole my breath. It was fierce and predatory, demanding and hungry. HIs hands on my ass molded me to his body.
“Undress,” he said breaking the kiss and stepping back to watch me.
I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhooked my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples.
His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them together. A low moan escaped my lips.
He stepped back again and ran one finger down to the waistband of my hip hugging jeans. My hands followed his and I worked the buttons on the fly. I pushed the distressed denim down over my hips and then my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and leaned down to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. I straightened up and hooked my thumbs in the elastic waist of the pink lace panties that matched my discarded bra. I slid them down to my knees and wiggled till they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked before him.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered me.
I obeyed, pressing my shoulders down and back to thrust my full breasts toward him. He ran his appreciative eyes over my body. The corner of my lips turned up as I kept my eyes on the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Putting myself on display for him was having the same effect on me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned slowly till my back was to him.
“Spread your legs,” he said and I complied. “Bend over and grab the back of your ankles.”
I bent down, my head between my knees, my hands wrapped around the backs of my ankles. Chris stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my labia. I shuddered with pleasure when he stroked my clit a few times before pushing his fingers into my dripping cunt.
“MMMmmmmmm,” I moaned as he twisted his hand back and forth as he caressed the walls of my vagina.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and trailed them up to circle the tight pucker of my anus. I bit my lip as he pressed firmly and pushed two fingers into my ass thrusting them in as deep and hard as he could. I nearly lost my balance and had to catch myself with one hand on the floor in front of me.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me one stinging slap on the firm globe of my left ass cheek. I stood up and turned to face him. Without saying a word, he held his fingers to my lips. My eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth to lick and suck the fingers he had used to fuck my ass.
Pulling his clean fingers out of my mouth, he cupped my face between his hands and leaned down to kiss me. I tugged the hem of his shirt from his waistband and slowly unbuttoned it, running my hands up over his chest and then down his abdomen. He caught my wandering hands in his and raised them to his lips.
Sitting down on the sofa, he pushed the coffee table back with one foot. “Come here,” he said, his voice a little husky.
I moved to stand in front of him and he let his legs fall open. Dropping to my knees I ran my hands up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back to watch me through heavily lidded eyes, as my hands glided to the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down along with his shorts. I sat back on my heels and removed his shoes before pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
His cock stood proudly from the profusion of dark curls at its base. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I don’t have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head of his cock pressed into my throat. His body jerked, his hands closing around the back of my head as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock I squeezed and massage his balls while I bobbed in his lap sucking as I lifted my head, pressing my tongue against his shaft and sliding it around when I pushed back down.
I let his rigid cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed the spongy head against my cheek, kissing it before I began stroking him while I licked and sucked his heavy balls. He slouched down further on the couch and slid his ass to the edge of the cushions. I smiled and leaned down to lick his asshole, running my tongue around and over it, before rolling it lengthwise to push it into his tight pucker. He groaned loudly as I began to fuck his ass with my tongue while continuing to stroke his thick, hard cock. I let my saliva dribble from my mouth and worked it in with my thrusting tongue to get his asshole nice and wet.
Pulling my tongue out I licked across his perineum to his balls and then up his shaft. I pushed my finger through the tight ring to directly stimulate his prostrate and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my finger while he held my head, fingers wound tightly in my hair, and fucked my face. I breathed through my nose and swallowed as the head of his large prick pushed into my throat.
I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his breathing fast and ragged, and I knew he was about to cum. He moaned as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of semen shooting into my convulsing throat before he filled my mouth with his slightly salty jism. I held the head of his throbbing penis between my lips, sucking as I stroked his shaft to milk his heavy balls dry, swallowing every precious drop.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his softening cock then licked up and down the shaft to make sure I had all his cum before I sat back on my heels and laid my head against his thigh. I traced lazy spirals on his hip with my fingers as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
I felt his weight shift as he sat forward, but before I could look up he grabbed a handful of my hair winding it around his fist as he stood. I cried out in surprised pain as he jerked me onto my knees and started to drag me across the room. I clutched at his wrists with both hands as I tried to find my feet. Chris pulled me up and slammed me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Before I could recover his fist slammed into my midsection forcing all the breath from my body with a loud whoosh.
“It’s your turn, bitch,” he said harshly.
I startled to crumple to the floor, but his hand closed painfully around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh. He shoved me through the door to his bedroom. I sprawled on the floor and sucked in a wheezing breath.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled my thighs. Holding both my hands in one of his, he wound a thin piece of rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly then wrapped the rope around itself between my wrists. He stood up and I watched as he fed the rope through a ring suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling.
“What. . .” Before I could finish my question the heel of his foot came down hard on the center of my stomach just below my ribs. I coughed and pulled my knees up as he wrapped the rope around a post on his bed and pulled until I was upright on the balls of my feet with my arms stretched painfully above my head, then tied it off.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He picked something up and returned to stand in front of me holding up the ball gag for me to see. I shook my head and he smiled unpleasantly.
“Open,” he ordered me.
I stared at him blankly. His hand came up and he slapped me hard snapping my head to the side. I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth, you fucking slut,” he commanded again. “I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we can’t alarm the neighbors.”
I obeyed and he shoved the ball between my teeth and fastened it tight behind my head. He kneeled on one knee and reached under the edge of his bed to pull out a three foot spreader bar. He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes.
He stood up and pushed me gently with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again.
Chris stepped behind me and I waited tensely for whatever was coming next. He didn’t make me wait long. I cringed as he drew the leather handle of his whip through the lips of my wet cunt. I heard the whistle as the thin leather cut through the air a fraction of a second before it bit into my skin.
I screamed against the hard plastic ball as I realized he’d imbedded tacks or nails along the length of the whip. The sharp points dug into my flesh and tore skin when he pulled it back preparing to strike again. His rhythm was uneven as he circled me raining his blows on my ass, my shoulders, my breasts, and stomach. His whip wrapped around the sides of my ribcage and thighs. Every fourth or fifth stroke he brought the end of the metal studded whip up sharply between my legs.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he continued the brutal beating. Reddish purple welts crisscrossed my breasts and stomach. Blood oozed from the punctures and cuts. My head hung down between my aching shoulders.
Chris stopped in front of me and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand and shoved the handle of his whip into my cunt. His fist pounded against the sore, swollen lips of my vagina as he fucked it in and out fast and hard. I rocked my head from side to side as he lifted me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
He pulled the handle out of me and I whimpered pathetically as I felt his fingers pushing the studded end of the whip into my cunt. I was trembling hard as he used the handle to work more of the whip into my body. He used the intruding handle like a pestle rolling it against the walls of my vagina to press the sharp points into the soft flesh. My body was shaking violently as he stepped back and jerked the whip out of my cunt, tearing me and sending a jolt of intense pain through my loins.
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I came to on the bed, my knees pressed against my shoulders. Chris gripped the spreader bar between my ankles and pressed it down against my thighs as he pounded his raging cock into my ravaged vagina. The gag was gone and the sound that issued from my lips was some cross between a sobbing moan and laughter.
He pushed up and, with one hand between our bodies, guided the head of his cock to my ass. I cried out in pain as he pushed in deep and continued to pound my ass, barely missing a beat. I rocked my hips to meet his violent thrusts and he groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed huskily. “Fuck me back, you little slut.”
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit and I felt the tension building low in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck me hard.”
He rammed his cock into my tight ass, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. I felt him swell inside my pulsing rectum. He fucked me faster, slamming against my wide spread ass cheeks. He shoved his fingers into my cunt and my body tensed, my back arching, driving his cock deeper and I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body.
Chris ground against me hard and I felt his hot sperm washing through my bowels. He buried himself inside my ass and continued to rock against me as his cock twitched and spewed his cum in spurts. My anus rippled around him, squeezing and milking his prick for every drop left in his balls.
Spent, he laid against me, his cock still semi hard and buried in my rectum. As he relaxed, I felt him flood my bowels with his hot piss. I could feel the heat wash through my intestines causing my belly to bloat. He finished and pulled out. I tightened my sphincter to hold it all inside me.
Chris slid back to stand by the bed and pulled me up by my hair. I opened my mouth, my fingers closing around his shit and cum stained cock and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base to the tip. I felt him shiver as my lips closed around his prick and began to suck him clean.
When I finished he dropped back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked down at me admiring the marks his whip had left. He traced a welt across my breast with his fingertip.
“I think you’ll do,” he said smoothing my damp hair back from my face. “Had enough?”
“Not if there’s anything else you want to do to me,” I answered.
He laughed dryly. “Well,” he said leaning down to kiss me. “There is one more thing for now.”
I shuddered with anticipation as he laid the cold, steel blade of a hunting knife against my chest, drawing the flat side slowly between my breasts.

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My Cousin Jane

Hi my name is John I’m 20 years old, and this is my story about my sexual adventures. I want to take the time to tell you guys that this was my first experience. There is a back story to this and it is well worth the read.
“Harder!” she screamed. I happily complied, and started to pound my cock in and out of her. “I’m almost there.” she said to me “I’m cumming!” she moaned. She climaxed her pussy tightly gripped my cock and after a few seconds I came. We both collapsed, Jane fell asleep but I didn’t I just laid there with my hands on the back of my head smiling. Seeing my cock deflate as all my blood rushed back to my head. I look at the hickies on my abbs that she gave me.
It wasn’t always like this, I really never thought I had it in me to sleep with my cousin. I thought I had lost my chance at it. Let me take you back to when I was 12 in 7th grade my cousin Jane had never really caught my attention in the slightest due to the fact that she was 2 years younger than me. That all changed in the summer before I went into 8th grade when we were all “sliding on a slip in slide”. We were all having fun so much fun that we didn’t notice the soap ran out and Jane slid on the slip in slide and when she got up her top was down. I got to see all of her breast. She was so embarrassed, he sister had to calm her down. I knew I shouldn’t have thought about her breast like that but they were my first pair that I had ever seen, and they were exceptional. I knew I shouldn’t have thought of her like that but she was one of those girls that developed fast and when I say fast I mean that she rivaled most of the girls in my grade. So everything went back to normal after that. Except for me I was jacking off everyday to the thought of her tits. That went on for about 3 years until I got a very special Christmas present from her…
It was Christmas eve and we were the type of family to stay up till 12 am so we could open our presents so we would choose a house and we would all go over and stay up till 12 and have a party. Well this time it was at my aunt Jenny’s house (Jane’s mom) I decided to go over earlier to see if they needed help. Turned out that my aunt was on her way out to pick something up from another aunt who lived across town with my other cousin Danielle. So it was just me and my cousin Jane. When they left she came out and said to me “Dang now I gotta go change inside my room. I was going to change out here.” Out of nowhere I blurted out “Why? No one is stopping you.” She then gave me a seductive grin and said “You’re right” and walked up to me in front of the couch and took off her shirt. I was in awe they had grown so much from the last time. She turned around and asked “Can you un do my bra?” I happily obliged. She turned around and let the bra fall off and I got so see her breast. She then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. There she was with just panties on she stepped back and took them off. “You like it? Not a single strand of hair. I shaved it all off.” All I could do was just nod. She then flung her panties at me and hit me in the face with them. She then walked up to me and kneeled down and felt on my throbbing dick in my pants she unzipped my pants and pulled my pants and boxers off so that I just had my shirt on and my dick was just inches away from her. (Now I’m not going to lie to you guys it was like 4 inches long but it’s just because I was 15 stick around and you’ll see how big it really got.) She grabbed my shaft and started to slowly pump up and down. Her eyes locked on mines only to break when she took me into her mouth. Her tongue licking the back of my head while she sucked. I was in heaven. I then pushed her head deeper so she would take my whole dick in her mouth. After about 2 more minutes of that I said “Jane I’m going to cum” I knew she heard me but I asked her “Where do you wanted it?” She then said “It doesn’t matter” With that being said I grabbed her head and shoved it in and out a couple times until I came in her mouth. I let my head fall back after the most intense orgasm of my life. I hear her swallow my cum and I look up at her and smile. She does the same and gets up and starts walking away. I say “Wait! You don’t want the favor returned?” She comes back and whispers in my ear “Tis the season of giving”and walked over, grabbed her clothes and went to take a shower.
There’s more, please let me know if I should continue or just quite my writing altogether aha.
Constructive criticism is always welcomed Thanks 😀

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Secret Schooling 2

The short love story of two high school lesbians takes a turn as a young classmate of theirs declares his love for Nicole.

LADY GETS TATTOO

A lady walks into a tattoo parlor and says “I want a tattoo of a turkey on the inside of my right leg, and on the inside of my left leg I want a tattoo of a Christmas tree”
The guy doing the tattoo goes “Why do you want tattoos of those things?”
The lady replies with: “Well because my husband always complains that there is nothing to eat between Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

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SCENE IN AN OFFICE

This is the second in an occasional series of stories called ‘Scene in a …’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either the narrator or the ‘you’ character – I hope you enjoy the result as much as I have enjoyed writing it! This is happening in an office, somewhere in your town, right now.