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Photographing Fairies

Mark had always been a strange child. Clumsy but very intelligent, constantly day-dreaming, unable to relate to others, he was eventually diagnosed as borderline autistic with Asperger’s syndrome. He was prone to tantrums if frustrated, read voraciously (mostly science and fantasy), and got bullied at school. He knew everything about space and machinery and very little about real life. He didn’t have any proper friends. At 17, he got the highest marks ever in maths and science and did very badly at English, history, sport and music.

His parents both loved and despaired of him. They lived in a village in Yorkshire called Cottingley, which as any student of the occult knows is where, in 1917, two teenage girls claimed to have seen and photographed fairies, at the bottom of their garden. The photographs were obvious fakes, even at the time, but they convinced several eminent worthies including Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The women confessed to the hoax many years later.

Mark knew all this from his books about Mysteries, but what he didn’t know was that their garden backed onto the wood where the girls said they had encountered the fairies, a century earlier. Two of his many solitary hobbies were birdwatching and tinkering with electronic equipment. And so it came to pass that he built himself a hide in the wood and set up a digital video camera and a movement detector to trigger it, and spent many hours alone there during the school holidays.

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The video camera recorded many things, often on infra-red mode at dawn and dusk, and Mark was able to identify and log them all. Shrews, voles, rabbits, toads, bats, deer, birds of many species, even a slowworm. But one day his equipment captured something that made him sit up and rub his eyes. A small figure was walking slowly through the clearing, something filmy floating out behind. It was nine o’clock in the morning and the sunlight was filtering through the trees. He copied that bit of the file and enhanced it on his computer. The figure seemed to be a child wearing a flimsy green cloak, with big, almost transparent flaps at the back.

Mark knew at once that it was a fairy. He devoured fantasy literature and was familiar with different types of fairies, elves, sprites, hobgoblins etc. It is not clear whether he really distinguished between the make-believe worlds he read about and the real one he inhabited.

Excited, he set up the equipment again and waited for the next day. Sure enough, at the same time, another fairy, this time dressed in cornflower blue, appeared and skipped across the clearing. It was too far away to make out detail. Mark knew he would have to use a telephoto lens, but that meant he had to be there in person.

Next morning he was up early, gulped some breakfast down and hurried down to his hide. He settled down to wait, occasionally stroking his cock. Mark masturbated frequently - it comforted him, and made the fantasies that constantly rambled through his brain stronger and more lifelike. He fantasised mostly about warrior princesses, alien women with magnificent breasts and thighs, plucky female space cadets about to be violated by monsters. Real girls were just not part of his universe.

His wait was not in vain. The green fairy appeared and sat on a low branch in the clearing, swinging its legs. He trained his video camera on it and his telescope too. The figure leaped into vivid detail. It was a female, looking exactly like fairies in books - a slim girlish figure, a pretty little face with rosebud lips and upturned nose, and long curly blonde hair entwined with flowers. Her legs and arms and feet were bare and she wore only a floaty green dress that was almost transparent. Transparent enough, anyway, for Mark to be able to see her naked body underneath. Her wings were gauzy, insubstantial, and nearly as tall as she was.

He couldn’t tell how big she was, but noted where her head was in relation to a nearby bush. Soon she was joined by her fellow fairy, an almost identical female except that she had auburn hair and a blue dress. They kissed and held hands, and then skipped around the clearing in a little dance, their dresses floating up and revealing their naked bottoms. At this point Mark had an orgasm, sperm filling his fist. He wiped his hand on his shorts and carried on watching and filming.

Suddenly something startled the fairies. They clung together, looking around, and then ran off into the bushes. He waited for another half hour and then went back into the house to process the files and masturbate again.

The fairies were very punctual. Promptly at nine the next morning they were there again, and Mark was there to see them. This time they had brought armfuls of wild flowers and proceeded to comb each other’s hair and then braid the flowers into it, every so often breaking off to exchange tender kisses on the lips. Then the green fairy slipped off her dress - it was cut very low at the back to avoid her wings - and paraded around naked while her friend applauded. Faint girlish laughter reached Mark’s ears. He could see every detail of her tiny breast-buds and bare slit, and he climaxed again into his fist. The blue fairy likewise shrugged off her dress and the two proceeded to touch each other lightly with their fingertips, leading to a tickling match and lots of giggling. Mark was sure that sometimes they touched each other’s cunnies. He was about to come again when they suddenly stopped, picked up their dresses and scampered off, little buttocks flashing in the sunlight.

It is not clear whether Mark thought that there was anything odd in what he was seeing. He knew nothing about sexuality - all he knew was that he found the sights very arousing. And that nothing would make him miss the next morning’s display. This time the green fairy was on her own. She looked around carefully and then walked slowly towards Mark’s hide, on tiptoe, glancing to the sides nervously. Mark held his breath. She came right up to the front of the hide, and Mark could see that she was no more than a meter tall. Her skin seemed to sparkle as if dusted with glitter. The flimsy dress hid nothing of her naked body.

‘Do you want to come out and play?’ she said in a tinkling voice. Mark jumped with fright.

‘Come on, it’s quite safe. Don’t be frightened.’

Trembling, Mark crawled out of the hide and knelt on the grass. The fairy stood in front of him, swinging her hips and making the dress float upwards.

‘What’s your name?’ she asked. Her voice sent tingles down his back.

‘Mark. What’s yours?’

‘Peaseblossom. You’ve been watching us.’

Mark was silent.

‘I don’t mind. Do you like me?’

Mark nodded. ‘You’re very pretty. Where do you live?’

‘In the woods. Here and there.’

‘Can you fly?’

The fairy beat her wings - Mark felt the wind on his face - and rose a couple of meters into the air. She sank slowly back down again, and the dress followed some seconds later. The sight of her bare cunny almost made him cum in his shorts.

‘It’s hard work, though. Mostly we don’t bother.’

‘Where’s your friend?’

‘Angelica? She’s playing with someone else. It’s just me today. Do you like her?’

‘She’s very pretty as well. I saw you playing yesterday.’

Peaseblossom giggled. ‘We’re lovers.’

‘What does that mean?’

Casually, although it was a shock to Mark, she stepped forward and sat on his knees, putting a bare arm around his neck. She was so light that he could hardly feel her, but what he could feel of her warm silky skin against his was enough to make his cock throb dangerously.

‘Don’t you know?’

‘No.’ This was probably true.

She turned her face to his and kissed him gently but lingeringly on the lips. It was the softest, most erotic thing that Mark had ever experienced. She wriggled her bottom on his thighs and her hip touched his rigid cock. Mark climaxed instantly, filling his shorts with semen. He groaned involuntarily. Peaseblossom giggled.

‘You can touch me, you know. Like Angelica does.’

Mark put his hands gingerly on the fairy, fearing she might disappear. She didn’t. Her stroked her soft small body through the almost-not-there dress, and she purred like a cat. He touched her firm little breastbuds and the muscular bases of her wings, places he found fascinating. She took one of his hands in hers and directed it downwards, under her dress, to the top of her slit, pushing his finger in between the silky folds of skin. She gave a series of little cries and sagged against him.

‘There, now we’re lovers,’ Peaseblossom said. She stood up, plucked a dandelion seed and blew on it.

‘Oh, look at the time. I have to go.’

‘Will you come back tomorrow?’

‘I’ll try to,’ the fairy said, scampering away, her wings and dress flapping.

Methodically Mark switched off his recording equipment and took the disk back to his room. He changed his shorts and uploaded the files onto his computer, then played them to see how much of the encounter he had captured. Much of the meeting with Peaseblossom was there, including the bit where he had put his finger on her cunny and she had made those strange noises. Was that an orgasm, like he had? Mark thought it probably was. Watching the video, he relived the sweet soft weight of her on his knees, and the feel of her lithe little body against him. He climaxed again. He wanted her back very badly.

Nothing would have made him miss the rendezvous the next morning. He had masturbated on waking, having dreamed of the fairy visiting him. He turned on the camera and sat cross-legged outside the hide, in full view of the clearing. All was still. Then he noticed the two fairies standing motionless a few metres away. How long had they been there? Peaseblossom tiptoed across to him.

‘Angelica’s a bit nervous,’ she said, in that strange tinkling voice. ‘She just wants to watch.’

She shucked off her dress without concern and stood naked before him, her weight on one slender leg. Mark was hypnotized by the vision of her slim little body and bare cunny. She arranged herself in his lap, her legs around his waist, her arms round his neck. Mark looked down and saw her thin pussy lips parted innocently. His cock swelled alarmingly.

‘Kiss me then,’ she said, turning her face up to him. Their mouths met and he tasted her sweet saliva.

‘I’m going to cum,’ he groaned.

She touched his temples lightly. ‘No you’re not,’ she said, and the impending orgasm receded. ‘Now, touch me like you did yesterday.’

Mark felt between her legs and found the moist warm slit between her lips. He stroked her tiny button as she had showed him and her kisses grew more urgent and sloppy. Suddenly she gasped and her little body shook. Mark felt his fingers grow wet.

‘Mmm, that was nice. Do you want to cum now?’

Mark nodded, and caught sight of Angelica who had crept closer and was now staring at them with her big eyes. Peaseblossom climbed off him and got him to kneel, then she expertly undid his shorts and freed his rigid cock. Although Mark wanted desperately to cum, something seemed to prevent him. The fairy knelt before him and opened her little rosebud mouth and took the tip of his cock in it. Mark was overwhelmed – he never even knew that such an action existed. Her soft lips slid back and forth along his shaft and her tongue flicked against his glans, even worming its tip into his urethra. The pleasure was unbearable.

Peaseblossom raised her head and looked at him. ‘You can cum now,’ she said, and took his cock in her mouth again. Mark felt his balls tighten and pulse and his hot semen rushed out into the fairy’s mouth. She gulped, coughed, and started to giggle. More spurts covered her lips and chin. Through his ecstatic spasms Mark heard Angelica giggling too. She rushed to them and started to kiss Peaseblossom’s face, licking the sperm up with every sign of relish. The two fairies kissed and it was obvious that they were passing the thick fluid back and forth until it was all swallowed. Mark felt his cock stirring again, despite having just cum fiercely.

‘My, you do want to play,’ Peaseblossom said, seeing his erection again. ‘Come on then, lie back. Help me, Angelica. Hold it upright.’

Angelica seemed to have put her shyness firmly behind her because she shed her dress and knelt by Mark’s side, grasping his cock in her little fists. Her body was as delectable and flawless as her friend’s, with the same small breastbuds and hairless slit. Peaseblossom squatted over the boy’s hips, her pussy gaping. Mark had no experience of penetration so he did not realise that his cock was at least twice as big as someone of the fairy’s size ought to be able to manage. She didn’t seem to be aware of it either. She got the tip between her lips and gave a little shimmy. Mark felt as if his shaft was being engulfed in a tight hot glove full of honey. The fairy sank down very slowly on him, beating her wings now and them and wriggling around to find the deepest part of her cavity, a serious expression of concentration on her face. Angelica watched intently, as did Mark, unable to believe what was happening.

Finally Peaseblossom was fully impaled, her small weight taken on his hips. ‘Ooof,’ she said. ‘That’s nice,’ and squeezed him with her internal muscles. ‘Touch me, Angelica, there’s a dear. I need to cum again.’

Angelica bent forward and kissed her friend, sliding a hand down to her widely splayed slit. Her fingers danced on Peaseblossom’s body and the fairy trembled and then went rigid and shook violently. Mark felt her muscles squeezing his cock all along its length. Suddenly he came, powerfully.

‘Oh, sorry,’ Peaseblossom said when she could speak again. ‘I forgot to stop you cuming. I wanted it to last much longer than that.’

Mark could only groan with bliss. Peaseblossom rose off him with a loud sucking sound which made both the fairies giggle. She bent and kissed him, and then Angelica did the same – her mouth was even sweeter and softer.

‘Come on, Angelica, I’ve got a treat for you!’ Peaseblossom trilled, and they gathered up their dresses and half scampered, half flew into the bushes.

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These morning rendezvous continued for over a week. Fortunately the weather stayed dry and warm. Each morning the two fairies would appear, ever bolder – sometimes they turned up already nude. Mark took to waiting for them naked also, for he loved the feel of their soft skin against his. They would play lovers in a variety of ways, almost always as a three – Angelica and Peaseblossom would put their mouths close together and take turns to suck his cock until he spurted, then they would push to get the lion’s share of his sperm. Or they would straddle him alternately, taking him into their little cunnies for just one stroke before yielding to the other. Angelica’s cunny was even tighter than Peaseblossom’s. Or he would lie on his back and one of them would squat over his face and let him lick and tongue their sweet slits, and ask him to guess which one it was. He got so he could identify them by taste. Angelica took longer to cum but her’s were stronger and made her go quite weak afterwards.

And every session was carefully recorded in high-resolution digital video and backed up onto CD and filed away, for Mark to watch in the evening, although he rarely masturbated while doing so. The three or four orgasms he was having every morning were enough.

One day, after he had come violently into their mouths and watched them clean each other up, they stood by him and held his hands and looked serious.

‘We won’t be able to come and play for a while,’ Peaseblossom said. ‘We have to go away. And it’s going to rain and fairies don’t like rain. So we won’t see you for a while.’

‘No!’ Mark said. ‘I don’t want you to go away. I like playing with you.’

‘We like it too. It’s as good as playing with those other girls.’

‘What other girls?’

‘The ones with the long dresses. Elsie and Frances. They had a funny box that made pictures of us.’

Mark’s encyclopaedic mind whirred. ‘But … that was a hundred years ago!’

‘What’s a year?’ said Angelica.

‘It’s 365 days. And a quarter.’ Mark was always precise. ‘What did you play with those girls?’

‘Oh, all sorts!’ They giggled. ‘They wore a lot more clothes than you do. But they were nice when they took them off. All soft. And they could cum lots and lots!’

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And so Mark was left with his videos and his memories. He went down to the wood every day, once the weather brightened up, but the fairies never reappeared. He grew morose and withdrawn, until his parents were quite concerned.

One day the police arrived. ‘Images’ had been found on a computer which Mark had taken to the local shop to be upgraded. They raided his bedroom and took away various bits of hardware, and Mark. He screamed and fought wildly. He was remanded in custody on charges of making and possessing child pornography, and sent to a youth detention centre to await trial. There he wrote 30 pages of ‘confession’ and then hanged himself with his trousers. The official enquiry determined that someone with Mark’s psychological condition should never have been locked up. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

The above account is taken largely from Mark’s ‘confession’. The original was such poor handwriting, mis-spelt, rambling and illiterate as to be almost incomprehensible. I have tried to put it into a sensible narrative. It was hard to be objective about such a controversial (whichever way you look at it) topic, but in the absence of the original videos, which seem to have vanished into the police archives, it is the best I can do.

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