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Authors name: Heatheranne (Address withheld)
Story title : A Little Fairy Tale
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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
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