The Life Cycle of the Lesser Blue Fairy (MF anal size magic rom) Part 2/4 You don't believe in fairies? This one could change your life forever. DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains sexual situations not suitable for children. It may not be reproduced in any way where readers are charged for it. Copyright reserved. Chapter Two - Chrysalis (You really do have to read Chapter 1 first. Currently at /files/Authors/Old-Softy/Blue_fairy_1.txt) In which our hero and heroine discover each other, although they have been married for years. The metamorphic stage involves many changes in the metabolism of the hosts. 00.13 Saturday 3rd July 2004 It's past midnight. I've left Celia sleeping. I should not be here but I just have to record this or burst. Celia has been great. I never thought I would say it, but she really cares for me. I left my computer and carried the cold hard body of my poor little Ariel up to our bedroom with tears streaming down my face. Celia was getting ready to go to bed, looked up, and she just took me in her arms. God knows what she made of my garbled story. I just wanted to let it out. I wasn't interested in explaining things, and how I could have if I had tried? She just held me and let me ramble. I think she got something about a close friend dying, and leaving this glass statuette, and having to eat it. She sensibly ignored the rest. How long was I in that state? I can't remember, I just hope for Celia's sake it was shorter than it seemed. As my sobs and shaking died down she tapped the statue, still in my hands. "It's like one big boiled sweet." she observed. I stared, not understanding. She licked the finger she had used to touch it. "Mmmm. Mint. It is a bit big, though, for just the two of us" And before I could do anything intelligent she took the body out of my nerveless fingers, and snapped it in two, across her knee. "Wow, it's really good" she said, sucking the head. I stared, stunned. "Here, try it" she continued, and offered the feet up to my lips. On auto pilot my mouth opened and she pushed it in. She was right. The most incredible fizzy mint flavour hit me as the feet of the statue started to dissolve in my mouth. "Urgh" I jerked it out. What was I doing? Celia was sucking the shoulders of the other half as my tongue took another lick. A refreshing wave of indescribable flavours washed over me. Seashores, pine forests and ice cold mint juleps flooded through my mouth. She was licking the breasts of her half, slurping with enjoyment, and suddenly I could hear, or was it feel, the tinkling buzz of familiar laughter at the sight of my prissy wife's pink tongue eagerly washing over the naked front of the little statuette. I looked around dazed - I must have been imagining things - but continued sucking. Celia suddenly stared at me, and slowed down, blushing. I realised I was now holding onto what was left of the thighs, and I was making as much noise as her, as I pumped the tiny round glassy buttocks in and out of my mouth. I hastily removed my tongue from between the legs. And then, as if it had never been, it was all gone, leaving only ... the taste of snow remembered on a summer's day; the haunting fragrance of a beautiful woman after she has left the room. "Wow" said Celia, "That was refreshing." I stared at her to make sure she was not being sarcastic. No - she wouldn't know how. "It's made me feel all ... " She looked at me again, as if she had never seen me before. Her eyes got bigger or she moved closer. And closer. And then her lips met mine. I just sat still as she kissed me. You have to understand, Celia never kisses me. Well, no, I suppose on birthdays and so on, I get a peck on the cheek, but these days she never KISSES me. In fact she never kissed like that, even in the beginning. She was softly feeling my lips with hers as if trying to memorise them. And then her little tongue started teasing, trying to get into my mouth. God, the few times I had tried that, she had spat me out. I woke up and started responding. "Mmmm. Be nice to that sweet tongue" I thought. "Invite it in." I gently caressed it with mine and in seconds it was reaching for my tonsils. It was heaven, but after a week or so I extricated our different parts and pulled us apart. "Hey where did that come from?" I asked gently, hardly daring to speak in case I broke the spell that had taken over my wife. She looked down at my chest, blushing again. "I just felt .." she started. "Look, couldn't we ... I mean, if you wanted to, I don't mind if ... you know." and she glanced down at the bed. Well, we were sitting on it already, but it was THAT sort of a glance. I could not believe it. "But it's only Friday," I started before better sense took over. She giggled. (Celia? Giggling?!!) "Shush. We could pretend it was Saturday night. I won't tell if you won't." She lifted up her arms to strip off her nighty, and holding one arm coyly over her breasts, lay back on the bed. "Go on. Turn the light off." I did not need to be told twice, and in no time I was stripped off, and on hands and knees over her. Normally I would just have pushed in there, but the memory of that kiss was irresistible. I gently covered her soft body with mine, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin in as many places at once as I could. I reached for her lips and started kissing and sucking them. Wow, she just was so ... naked ... the feel of skin on skin, everywhere at once. I realised that tonight I could touch her where ever I wanted, do anything, it was all possible. So instead, I asked, softly, "What would you like me to do?" "Ohh, sweetheart, that's lovely, just more of that" she murmured against my mouth, and writhed deliciously under me. "I love the feel of you on me. Are you going to put it in me now?" (This was Celia! What happened to the embarrassed "no talking" bit?) "You bet." I whispered, and sure enough it slipped in with a sigh from both of us. Wow, was she slick, she was really ready for it! I started pumping the old in out rhythm but then had a thought. "How do you want me to go? Is this good?" "Weellll, you could ... how about ... more like this?" and then she kissed me again. She kissed me with a straight tongue going straight into the middle of my surprised mouth. Suddenly I got it. Her "tongue" slipped in and out, teasing, much more slowly than in my rhythm. Then it sensuously pushed up and down, stroking the roof and floor, and then side to side, pushing out my cheeks, and then up the middle again. Some lesson. She unkissed me and blew in my ear. "Your turn" she whispered. I gently nibbled her nose, and moulded my body to hers, (mmm, the feeling of skins rubbing together,) and pulled myself almost right out. "Start again," I thought to myself, and slowly eased back in, this time feeling every bit of the way. Gorgeous. Then, copying her pace, I tenderly explored the inside of her warm slippery pussy with my cock, relishing every stroke. Now that I wasn't bashing it around, it felt as stiff as a stick. All the old fears of finishing too soon, or even worse, of losing interest and going soft, became ridiculous. This rod was here to stay, for as long as it took, and I could do whatever we wanted with it. Her soft eager whispers egged me on. "oh, yes, that's good ... oh, more there ... mmmm ... again, do *that* again ... " This felt so good, I could just do it for ever, and best of all, I had a partner, we were doing it together, she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her. No. Not fucking. Now I realise what we were doing. It's called making love. And we did it for what seemed like hours, but I suppose was only thirty or forty minutes. As we moved, clinging together, in touch on every available surface, the pressure, the heat, the buzz, built and built until I suddenly realised that in fact we were not going to do this for ever, but that, gloriously we were going to finish it, and that something amazing was hanging over us. "Can you feel it, it's coming" I hissed into her ear. "Oh, yes, yes, yes" She replied convulsing "Yes, YES, YEEEEEEEEESS !!" I can't write it down. There are no words. Simultaneous orgasm is apparently not that unusual, although to two people who were not even aware of the possibility it came as a bit of a surprise. Especially if you didn't know that a climax could involve your brain frying, and your soul melting, and your body fusing with hers. I am going to stop typing now. It is 1.30 am, and the room is dark and silent and getting cold. I know that if I slip back into bed, and I am very quiet and very gentle, those arms are going to welcome me back, and if I play my cards right - frankly even if I don't play my cards right - well, we will see. 09.17 Saturday 3rd July 2004 In fact, when I got back to bed we did not go for another round. She was fast asleep, and looked so vulnerable, so precious, I could not bring myself to wake her even to satisfy my hungry cock. She was facing me as I slipped under the covers, and she just snuggled up to my front like a kitten to her mother cat. Each breath she exhaled into my face, I breathed in as if it were precious, feeling that I was stealing something. It was warm but flavoured strangely of pine needles and mint. I fell asleep dreaming of flowers. We had changed positions by the time I woke. Wonderfully , we were now spooning, with my left arm under her and my left hand covering her boob. I lay there for a minute, breathing in time with her, smelling the back of her neck. I gingerly traced the outline of the area around the nipple.. It began to stiffen and she stirred slightly but continued with the slow steady sighing of sleep. How far could I push this before she woke up, I wondered? I gently rested my right hand on her flank and slid it over the silky softness of her skin. Her right knee was pulled up and the curve of her buttock felt so smooth and warm under my hand. She just murmured in her sleep and pushed her back into me even more, my stiff prick lined up along her spine. So slowly, so carefully, I explored her ass cheeks, the back of her right leg, and the inside of her left thigh. Oh, God, her pussy lips were protruding swollen and hot in the gap between her cheeks and her legs. Really, really carefully I slid the side of one finger along the edges of her lips, and suddenly they were slick and slippery. And then, before I could stop, the tip of that finger was between her soft folds. I froze, motionless, and listened. Her breathing was shallow, and getting a little faster, but she was still asleep. Not daring to think I would get away with it, I pulled back from her enough to push my cock down and let it spring up so it rested against her succulent wet pussy. Whoops ... she was moving .. "Ahhh" she moaned, and her arm flew over and clipped my head. "Oh ... what ... " she muttered , confused. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I was having such a dream. It was ... oh! Oh, sweetheart, it was you! No, don't stop, don't you dare ... mmmm .. just there ... now a little push ... no, a bit more, yes that's it ... oh yes!" And we were joined, "T" shaped with her on her side and her knees drawn up and me plugged in from behind stroking and caressing her hips, her waist, even reaching around to tug her nipples.. I didn't even know it was possible like this. I could only rock on my hip but it felt like more action than I ever got pumping away in the old style. My cock just seemed to swell and grow inside her of its own accord, while she somehow moved and slid things around it. God, just by swinging her knee up she ... how did she do that! I slid my hand over her gorgeous ass and traced patterns on the sensitive surfaces of the insides of her bottom and thighs. My fingers found the little tight rosebud between her cheeks. The area was all slick with the juice leaking from her pussy. She froze, not breathing as I gently explored the opening, and then (anything was possible now) I dared to push the tip of my forefinger in. Her breath expelled in release, and then she was panting hard. Reckless now, I pushed it in to the next knuckle and gently explored. It was SO dirty to be feeling the inside of one part of her, while my cock was in the other. And she loved it! The way she was groaning was a turn on in itself. "Oh, Mike, Mike ... please ... please" she pleaded, and twisted round to look at me over her shoulder. "Please ... don't make me ask. I can't say it!" I'm afraid I really didn't know what she wanted. Okay, pretty dumb but I was new to all this. I shook my head "Sorry" I whispered, and slowed right down "What was that?" Wow, it was so strange, but so hot, to look into her eyes and talk to her while I wriggled my finger in her asshole. She had her eyes shut now, and was grimacing. "Shit, shit, shit" (Celia, swearing!) "I want it from behind ... in my bottom ... just do it. Sodomize me, you idiot!" Stunned? I was. And yet suddenly so excited. When I pulled back to get my cock out of her pussy the slick coating on it had a blue tinge. Weird, but it was just what I needed as I started to press it against the spot. "Ooooh yes ... but slow ... just keep it there ... a bit more ... yes! Push!" she moaned. The ring of her asshole stretched and stretched and as it gave way I kept the pressure up, blindly doing what I was told, until ... wow. I was in. Just the head, but her ring was gripping it just below the lip, you know in that sensitive place. We rocked on our hips, rolling apart and then together, unconsciously moving in sync. There is no way to describe the feeling ... just the thought of what I was doing, the ultimate forbidden act, and because she begged for it! It finished all too soon with the most amazing climax for both of us; convulsing to the fireworks together, again. I had arms around her and my fingers in her pussy and at her clit, and this time I knew what we were aiming for. But above all, it was Celia. How did I never notice that my quiet little wife has the body of a film star? I mean those legs, that bottom, the tight waist, the way those gorgeous little boobs rise and swell with attention! Why did I not realise how hot she is - how hungrily, sexily, basically dirty? And how did I discover only last night that the person I really love, who makes me yearn and tingle and laugh and explode, the being whose soul is fused to mine, is that boring old wife of mine? How was that hidden for the four long lonely years we have know each other? 11.12 Saturday 3rd July 2004 It's all so different. I've fallen in love with the girl I've just had breakfast with. She looks just like Celia, she has Celia's voice, in so many ways she is Celia but she behaves like, well, a girl. A girl who is in love with me. She wore just a long(ish) T shirt, and she knew that her bottom poked out every time she reached up to get something out of a cupboard. She sneaked looks at me all the time to check I was watching. Her boobs under that T shirt - well the shirt must have shrunk, because I don't ever remember that effect before - and the nipples stood out through the fabric and I know she brushed them against me on purpose three times. I know because she grinned at me in excitement each time and did not try to hide her reaction. Of course MY reaction was pretty obvious. After the fourth time she had brushed her thigh or the back of her hand against my raging erection she just stopped and turned to look at me. "I'm sorry," she said in a serious voice but a wicked grin. "Teasing you just turns me on soooo much. Do you want me to stop?" "I want you to take off that T shirt!" I growled. "Yes, sir, whatever you say, sir" she replied in a mock meek little girl voice, and knelt in front of me. Then she oh so slowly lifted up her arms and dragged the T shirt up and over her head, pausing and wriggling at every stage to give me the maximum effect. That moment, with the shirt still over her head, when her breasts finally fell free and bounced out from under the hem will be etched on my memory for the rest of my life. "Would you like me to look after it now?" she cooed. "Don't worry, I'll make every thing feel better." And naked, kneeling between my knees she pulled down my shorts and uncovered my pent up cock. She let her breath out in a pant and I saw her eyes widen in wonder at the sight of it. Talk about flattering. Although I could see her point - it really did seem huge - was that just parallax or was it the effect she was having on me? She then spent the next twenty minutes in, well the only way I can describe it, is in worship. She touched, stroked, licked, kissed and sucked every inch in every possible way, all the time handling it and looking at it as if it was the most precious object she would ever find. Eventually, when it was all getting too much, she stretched her mouth so wide it must have hurt, sucked it right in and started serious work on it. With both her hands on the base of the shaft, the head seemed a good fit to fill her stretched mouth completely. She had set up this rhythm and was humming as she bobbed her head over it, which was all driving me wild. Her tongue was squished just under the sensitive bit and was worming around like mad. Soon the old pressure was building, her humming was buzzing in my head, and we both knew it was coming. She let go one hand, reached down to touch herself between her legs, and both of us erupted together. As I jerked off into her mouth, I could feel her jerking in sympathy. Of course, the stuff went all over the place. I think she tried to swallow it, but she hadn't made room in her mouth and some spurted out over her chin, she coughed (some obviously went down the wrong way) and a little spludge even came out of her nostril. I could tell it was my stuff, not snot, because it was all the same colour. Blue. She didn't seem to notice - she was so proud of managing her first real blow job. She is so sweet. We cleaned her up, chatting and kissing, and went upstairs to get dressed. But now I am in here writing it all down and - well something weird is happening, and I don't understand what. 16.23 Saturday 3rd July 2004 We always go shopping on Saturdays. We go to the superstore down by the station, where you can always get a parking space. It's not such a chore, partly because Celia always was good to have along on things like this. She is well organised, she is decent company and for the boring stuff we make an effective team. It gets done that much quicker. But not today. It was like being a kid again. Did you ever go on holiday, and discover that the family in the cabin next door had a kid the same age, and he clicked with you, and from the first day you spend the whole time showing off to your new friend and tearing the place apart? We had such a ball. I won the trolley race down aisle seven but she flashed the boring old fart of a manager so we could escape. I slipped the wino outside a whole pint of the good stuff but she gave him a smacking kiss on the lips that must have made his year. I managed to get the traffic cone on top of that stupid statue's head, but she hung her knickers in his outstretched hand. Okay, you get the picture. I won't bore with you with the rest of the immature pranks of two people drunk on each other. We had been tedious adults since we were seventeen. Didn't we owe ourselves a bit of fun? But this I noticed. People looked at us. Not just when we were being silly, but all the time. As we walked down the High Street, every man slipped Celia a second glance, or a third. Well, maybe that's not surprising, but the girls looked too, except they looked at me. At first I wondered if, you know, I had egg on my chin or a great stain on my shirt, but a check in a shop window showed I was okay. If anything, I was looking better than my usual dowdy self. I was looking quite, well, smart. Once or twice I swear that if Celia wasn't hanging on my arm, one of them would have come over. So what is it? I mean does Celia look so great to me because the scales have finally fallen from my eyes, or is she actually that different? Now I look back on the day, it was as if both of us were really attractive. You know, literally, as in - we attract people. In hindsight we got away with murder. Why? What's going on? Now I have to describe the strange part. When we got back, we had sex. Yeah, surprise, surprise. But the way it happened ... The groceries were all over the kitchen table. Celia was wearing this blue shirt dress, buttoned down the front, to maybe half way down her thigh. Not that unusual, but on her, really sexy, especially if you knew she was wearing precisely nothing underneath. She had been flirting all morning, but suddenly she just stopped and gave me such a look. Sultry, hungry and a tiny bit ... shivery. It hit me. How vulnerable she was. How I could do anything to her, take anything, and she would still love it, love me. I slammed her against the wall, imprisoned her hands above her head, and sucked the tongue out of her mouth. She gasped as I released her lips and tore the front of her dress open to fasten my teeth on one nipple. It was instantly huge, stiff and pulsing in my mouth. I straightened again and, staring into her gaping eyes, licked her chin, the top of her lip, her nose. Eyes still locked, one hand still nailing her wrists to the wall above her, I shook my cock out, and jerked up her left leg. She hooked the foot over my hip as if it belonged there and, with a twist, I was in. Right inside her. Both of us gasped. For first time she broke the silence, just groaning my name, and clasped my neck in both arms. God, I was going to fuck this woman. As I pulled us away from the wall she wrapped the second leg around my hip and clung to my neck tighter, panting, chewing my ear. With all her weight clinging on me, I swung us around, and only staggering slightly, got us over to the kitchen table. I dumped her on her back in a bed of groceries, cock still plugged right into her. Two savage thrusts and she was mewing, delirious. I unhooked her legs and held each ankle up high, stretching her gorgeous long limbs out on display. I caught my breath and slowly pulled almost all out, so I could admire her lying writhing there. Christ, what a perfect babe. And wow, what a cock! It was unbelievable! Slowly, deliberately now, still holding her up by her ankles, I pushed all the long, long way into her body. It reached rock bottom before it was all taken up and she grunted as I pushed against her. "Yes, more," she moaned. I leaned onto her and something gave inside her. She gave a little cry and shuddered. Suddenly her heels were banging on the small of my back, urging me on. The rest went in. My pubes were now mixed up with hers, my hips against her buttocks, and the head of my cock was held by this beautiful soft clinging thing within her. "You okay" I groaned. "Yeeees, yeeeeeees, more," she cried, as the thing inside her made love to my cockhead. "Don't be silly, girl" I muttered as I tried to pull back a bit. I was stuck in the internal embrace of whatever it was. As I gently pulled back and pushed forward, not wanting to end the sensation but more than a bit worried about my precious wife, it moved with me. I was stirring her insides with my cock, and I could watch it getting to her. I just gave myself over to it .. the complete overwhelming feeling of pummeling into her. The climax was not far away, but it was not the short explosion I was used to. She started first, and I followed, spasming as I pumped load after load deep inside her. But she just kept going. Maybe half a minute after I was done, the convulsions were still rocking her, until I began to go soft and I could gently pull myself out. On the sofa, Celia in my lap and my arms, I stroked her face and hair, murmured to her, loved her, held her until she drifted off to sleep. She is lying there now, tucked up in a rug and dreaming I hope, of me. And I am sitting here at the keyboard, in the afternoon sunlight, wondering what the fuck is going on. End of Chapter Two Read Chapter 3 next. Currently at /files/Authors/Old-Softy/Blue_fairy_3.txt)