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Copyright 1999 by Ludmax11@ hotmail.com
The Fairy (Mf, Rom)
by Varangian
It was a truly splendid evening, morning actually, because it was
past midnight. I strolled the beach in the dark, the waves of
Lake Michigan splashing ashore in an almost metronomic regularity.
I had dozed in my easy chair after dinner for over an hour and I
was wide awake. My wife was in bed. She had waved goodnight
to me, when she went into the bedroom, leaving me to relax in my
chair on our first day at the beach.
There was a slight bite in the air, although it was not really
chilly, and I felt comfortable in my swim trunks and a light shirt.
My bare feet squished the wet sand at the edge of the water as I
strolled forward aimlessly, my hands clasped behind me, feeling
good about life.
I was getting old, I knew, but my health was good and I had
money in the bank. My children were well married, and within
weeks I would have a grandchild to pamper. I had all that I
could ever seriously want. I yearned for nothing. I could not imagine
anything capable of disturbing my contentment. Still, there was
that small, persistent nagging in my mind that I had lived
with, not comprehending it, for as long as I could remember.
I came upon her in the dark. I almost walked into her.
"Oops, I'm sorry," I apologized as I regained my balance after a
near collision with the girl.
"That's all right, mister," a sweet, young voice chimed. "It's
really dark out here."
It was indeed so dark that I could not see her at all clearly.
I only knew that the top of her head reached just to my upper chest.
Suddenly, like a spotlight, the moon briefly shone down as an
obscuring cloud passed. I saw a young girl of dazzling, blond
beauty standing before me. She was clad in a man's white shirt which
draped awkwardly upon her, although it left her slender legs
bare. She could not have been any older than eleven.
"It's such a beautiful night," she sighed
I felt nervous. Her sudden appearance completely undid the
tranquility of my joyous stroll.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" I asked, an adult question.
"I'm on vacation, Tommy. I don't have to get up in the morning."
"You know my name?" I asked incredulously.
"Of course, you silly. I'm Sara. It's just too dark for you to
see me."
Another cloud had covered the moon.
"Sara?"
"Yes, darling, Sara Lee. I'm not a cake, although you have
tasted me, remember?"
"Sara Lee . . .?"
"Yes, sweetheart, the love of your life," she responded in a
voice that was childlike, although she spoke with an eerie maturity.
"Sara . . .You're dead."
"Not tonight, darling," the little girl cooed, and she squeezed
my waist with her small arms.
At that moment my smug world shattered. I clutched her
little body and recognized a distinctive scent from fifty years before.
"Sara!" I gasped, my throat aching as I cuddled to me my
childhood sweetheart, who, I thought, had been struck down by a
Mack truck when we were in the sixth grade.
"I've been waiting for you, Tommy, for so long."
The Moon again came out and I saw her face clearly. It was my
Sara, my lovely, lost Sara, the girl I had known forever, who
had finally promised to let me have her, if I got a condom, who then
disappeared from my life.
"Don't worry about the condom, Tommy," she whispered to me,
reading my thoughts, licking my cheek like a puppy dog.
She pulled me down with her, to the soft sand, and she helped me
take off her shirt. Her titties, small pointy mounds, held
tightly to her chest. I had seen them just once before, when we lay
naked on her bed that Saturday afternoon before she went away.
She had no hair between her legs, and her lips there puffed up. I
had wanted then to kiss them, but I dared not.
"You may do it now, Tommy," the small voice said. "I've always
wanted you to lick me there."
My Sara! My Sara returned! I fell upon her and she gave herself
to me with a longing sigh. I was twelve years old again The waves
ceased to lap upon the shore. The night became absolutely
still. The moon stopped its movement.
I sucked on her pubescent breasts as she fondled my head so
lovingly. I kissed down her small. immature body until my mouth
was at her groin, as hairless as my own. She reached with her
hands and spread apart those lower lips.
"Lick me there, Tommy, up near the top. It's the fun place
that I discovered last year."
I licked on her, enjoying the sour smell and taste of her as she
urged me on with her sighs and whimpers.
"Tommy! Oh God, Tommy!" she cried out in the absolute
stillness of the night, her slender, soft thighs squeezing
my head. I continued to lick on her as she squirmed and almost
screamed.
"Tommy", she moaned as she pulled on me, wanting me to
come atop her.
"I can't bear to hurt you," I exclaimed in my soprano, little
boy voice.
"You won't hurt me darling," she said in a tone which was,
again, eerily mature.
I was atop her, between her outstretched legs, her knees raised
high. She was just a little taller than I. I kissed her desperately
as she positioned my small, virginal cock at her opening. She
pushed onto me and I thrust back. I penetrated her fully in a
glory of ecstasy, not hurting my precious girl.
Our coupling lasted for an eternity. Her warm tightness gripped
my slender cock as we moved against each other and kissed and
kissed and kissed.
"Tommy!" she screamed more than once and clawed my back with
her fingernails, sucking on my neck in her passion. Then something
inside of her began to grip the end of my penis on my upward
movements. The Moon suddenly illuminated her beauteous face as
I convulsively spewed into her my young seed. Then it was over.
We kissed some more, passionate with each other, even though we
were sated.
"Let's sleep now, Tommy. There will be another time for us."
* * *
"Hey, mister," a male voice yelled at me, his foot nudging my
body. "You can't sleep on the beach naked. There're kids who'll
be out here soon."
I raised myself on an elbow. There was no sign of her. No
footsteps in the sand.
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