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

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 A Little Fairy Tale
 by Heatheranne

 Mike Jones made his way down the main hallway of Andrew
 Jackson High School. As he nodded and waved to various
 students, he was struck by how some things constantly
 changed and others seemed to remain the same.

 It had been nearly thirty years since he was in high
 school in nineteen-ninety. Schooling had certainly
 changed. Now each student was issued a computer and
 various expert teaching programs allowed those students
 to learn subjects at their own rate. Teachers had
 become more like councilors who guided their charges
 and helped them with difficult concepts. 

 But other things stayed the same. The students were
 still divided into gangs, clubs and cliques. There were
 the rich snobs who had to wear the right clothes and
 hang out with only the right people. The jocks, both
 male and female, thought only of conditioning and their
 sports and not enough about academics. The brains were
 sort of the anti-jocks. They always looked a bit sickly
 and pale, but they were doing college level work. 

 Another thing that never seemed to change was the pay
 for teachers. That was why Jones had resorted to manu-
 facturing illegal drugs to supplement his income. Gene
 therapy had advanced in the last twenty years like
 computer science had advanced in the last twenty years
 of the last century. Now, even a high school science
 teacher could slice and dice genes to achieve spec-
 tacular, if sometimes dangerous, results. In fact,
 disguised as a bottle of water, Jones was carrying a
 bottle of genetic dynamite in his book bag. 

 Jones entered his office and took a seat at his desk.
 Cranking his PC, he looked over his schedule for the
 day. His first appointment was in twenty minutes with
 Reggie Pond. Jones realized that one other thing never
 seemed to change in school, and that was the pathetic
 existence of Reggie Pond. Jones had been Reggie's
 teacher for three years and he figured that Reggie
 hadn't made the slightest advance in his social and
 emotional growth in all that time. Reggie was quiet
 and shy to the point of not being there at all. In a
 few weeks Jones would turn Reggie over to a senior
 advisor and although Reggie's placement in his studies
 was above the curve, his lack of emotional development
 would reflect badly on Jones. 

                           **

 Reggie Pond looked at his watch. In twenty minutes he
 had an appointment with his advisor, Mr. Jones. Reggie
 stretched his arms above his head and leaned back in
 the heavy wooden chair. He liked this spot, it was
 quiet and secluded in a back corner of the school
 library. It ought to be quiet, thought Reggie, there
 was little practical reason for anyone to be here since
 the typical student PC held about a hundred times the
 information contained in the books here. 

 Reggie turned his head at the sound of footsteps.
 Around the corner and down his row, between the stacks,
 came Jim Wolfe and Sue Dillon, the hottest couple at
 Andrew Jackson. Jim was the school football team's
 quarterback as well as its captain. At well over six
 feet, with broad shoulders and hand some face, he
 certainly looked the part.

 Sue was, almost inevitably, the head cheerleader and
 homecoming queen. She was wearing fashionable navy
 shorts with legs so wide they looked almost like a
 skirt. Above the shorts she had a white button up
 blouse and a vest that matched her shorts. Filling out
 that outfit was a figure that was the center of many
 a hormone-induced dream of the males at Andrew Jackson.
 
 "Hi Reggie," said Jim. Sue managed a small smile.
 Reggie and Jim had been good friends in their younger
 years. But social pressure and driven them apart when
 Reggie became the book nerd and Jim the promising young
 athlete. 

 "Hi, Jim what's up?" Reggie noticed that Sue was trying
 to look anywhere but at him.

 "Reg... uh... would you mind if Sue and I had a little
 privacy?" Since Sue's head only came up to Jim's chest
 she couldn't see the exaggerated wink that he gave
 Reggie.

 "Sure, no problem." Reggie closed his PC and stood. He
 didn't like giving up what felt like his private space,
 but he wasn't upset at Jim. He only wished that he had
 someone like Sue to take into a secluded spot. 

 As he walked past the couple, Jim slapped him on back
 hard enough to make Reggie stumble, "Thanks pal."

 Reggie managed not to fall as he turned his stumble
 into a half turn and a little wave. He made it to the
 end of the row and turned toward the short hallway
 that led to the library exit. But instead of leaving,
 Reggie crept down the next row until he was opposite
 Jim and Sue. He carefully pushed some dusty books
 aside until there was a small crack between the tomes
 that allowed him to see the couple without being seen.
 
 Jim had taken the chair, and Sue had put herself in his
 lap. They were in the middle of a deep kiss. Jim's hand
 was sliding up the leg of Sue's shorts.

 Reggie's experiences with kissing were few and far
 between. But he could just imagine Sue's soft warm lips
 on his, while her tongue writhed in his mouth. Reggie
 could feel his cock become erect in about the time it
 took him to blink. He watched as Jim nuzzled Sue's neck
 and whispered in her ear. 

 Sue giggled, "OK."  She took her arms from around Jim's
 neck and unbuttoned her vest. Her semi-reclining posi-
 tion made her breasts stand out against her blouse. 

 Reggie's cock tried to swell like a balloon at that
 sight, but it was twisted painfully in his pants. He
 grabbed the aching member and straightened it. Sue
 looked so hot, he couldn't help but give himself a
 squeeze. 

 But Sue didn't stop her little show with just opening
 her vest. She unbuttoned her blouse and then undid the
 clasp of her bra. Reggie almost cried out when her
 breasts popped into view.

 Reggie wasn't the only one excited by those lovely
 mounds, Jim growled low in his throat and bent to take
 a nipple in his hot mouth. 

 "That's it baby," whispered Sue. She leaned back until
 her upper body was practically lying on the table where
 Reggie had been resting his arms just minutes before.
 "Yeah, a little lower... oh, that's it... now harder...
 ohhhh Jim."

 Reggie couldn't figure out why she was giving all of
 these directions until he realized that Jim's hand
 wasn't just resting on Sue's thigh. 

 Oh my god, Reggie thought, his finger's in her pussy
 or on her clit. Look at that, she's moving around so
 much she can hardly stay on his lap.

 Sue suddenly pushed her pussy hard against Jim's hand.
 Her legs began to quiver and Sue gave a little whine
 as she experienced her orgasm. 

 Reggie stood back from his spy hole. He had a few
 minutes before his meeting. He could slip into the
 restroom and find some relief from the overwhelming
 sight of Sue's tits and then the incredibly sexy sight
 of seeing her cum and... and... and he was going to
 have to hurry before his hard-on burst in his pants.

 Reggie was about to creep away when he heard Jim say,
 "OK babe, now my turn." Reggie nearly bonked his head
 on a shelf trying to get his eye back in place. He was
 just in time to see Sue take Jim's place in the chair,
 while Jim leaned against the table. With a very matter
 of fact manner, Jim unzipped his pants and pulled out
 his hard cock. 

 Reggie was glad to see that Jim, the super athlete and
 boyfriend to the gorgeous Sue, was no more than ade-
 quate in the size of his equipment. Of course size
 really doesn't matter when it's stuck in the lovely
 mouth of Sue Dillon. And she certainly didn't look as
 if she found this act something distasteful. She was
 sucking and licking Jim's cock as if it was a penis
 shaped piece of candy. 

 It was more than Reggie could stand. He grabbed the
 front of his pants and began to rub his cock through
 the fabric. At first he was scared that the couple
 would hear his hand as it whiffed across his jeans,
 but Jim and Sue were to caught up in their sex play
 to hear.  

 Jim's hips began to softly pump back and forth. He
 alternately stared up blankly at the ceiling and then
 gazed at his cock as it appeared and disappeared be-
 tween Sue's full lips.

 In only a couple of minutes Jim's pumping motion grew
 more forceful. He put his hand lightly on Sue's head
 and a hiss escaped his lips as he came in her mouth.

 Reggie couldn't believe it. Sue didn't even flinch as
 she sucked down Jim's sperm. Reggie grabbed his cock
 through his jeans and rubbed it hard against his groin.
 He could feel the warmth of his cum against his skin
 as his own orgasm flowed.

 Reggie took a deep breath as he regained his senses.
 What time was it? He checked his watch. He just had
 time to clean up before his appointment with Mr. Jones.
 
                           **

 Jones removed the water bottle from his book sack and
 examined it as if he could see something besides a
 clear liquid. And maybe he could. The bottle contained
 genetic material that could, at least according to the
 man who had sold him the formula, make old men - old
 and very rich men, thought Jones - feel like young
 studs sporting permanent hard-ons. It would even re-
 juvenate cells, although the long-term effects of the
 genetic material could vary widely from one person to
 the next. 

 But the long-term affect on his pocketbook would be
 very much in his favor. In a few hours he would be
 transporting this stuff to a Mexican medical clinic,
 where a friend would sell it to rich Americans looking
 for a quick fix to their aging bodies. He figured that
 a few months of selling this stuff would leave him set
 for life. 
    
 "Hello Mr. Jones."

 Jones looked up to see Reggie standing in the door.
 "Hi Reggie, come in." Jones stuffed his bottle back
 into the book bag and placed them in a desk drawer.

 As Reggie took a seat, Jones tapped at his PC and
 brought up Reggie's' file. "Well Reg, I haven't seen
 you in a while."

 That's because you canceled our last three sessions,
 thought Reggie, but he didn't say anything. 

 "Hmmm...," Jones tapped the screen with his stylus.
 "Your grades are excellent, as usual, and I see you've
 been to some of the school social events - very good
 Reg." Jones scrolled down a bit on the PC and frowned.
 "Damn Reg, I thought you were going to take that fit-
 ness class."

 "But I got sick," protested Reggie.

 Jones leaned back and threw his stylus on the desk.
 "My God Reg, it's a class for freshmen, and you haven't
 passed it yet." 

 "I'm sorry," mumbled Reggie, "I had the flu."

 Jones sighed and sat up straight. "OK, let's see." He
 worked at the PC for a minute. "And there're no fitness
 classes open when you get back from vacation." Jones
 shook his head, "Look Reggie, you'll just have to pass
 that test without taking the course." He looked at
 Reggie's skinny frame. "Try to work out while you're
 on vacation. The test isn't all that hard." 

 Reggie mumbled his compliance.

 Jones wiped his hand over his face in frustration.
 This boy would earn him another black mark with the
 school board for sure. If he didn't pass that test,
 then Reggie wouldn't advance to his senior status on
 time. It was Jones' job to make sure that his students
 progressed at a certain pace. If they didn't, then
 Jones' next raise - and therefore the day when he
 could walk away from his job - would be just that much
 farther away. Of course there was always the money he
 was expecting from the contents of his little water
 bottle. Hmmm, Jones thought, maybe he could make this
 stuff work both ways. 

 Jones fished two-dollar coins from his pocket,
 "Reggie, how about getting us a couple of sodas?" He
 flipped the coins across the desk. 

 Reggie managed to catch one of the coins. He picked up
 the other coin from the floor where it had fallen, and
 mumbled, "OK," as he left the room. 

 It took Reggie less than five minutes to get to the
 vending machines and back. He placed one of the sodas
 in front of Jones and opened his own to take a sip.
 Jones picked up his can and looked it over. "Damn,
 I'm sorry Reggie, could you get me something with
 cherry flavor? I really had my heart set on one." 

 Reggie caught another dollar coin as Jones flipped it
 to him, and once more left the office. When he was out
 the door, Jones retrieved the genetic material from
 its drawer. He opened the bottle and dipped the point
 of his PC stylus in the liquid. Taking Reggie's soda,
 he swirled the end of the stylus into the cola. Jones
 gave a mental shrug. He wasn't sure exactly how the
 material would affect the boy. It rejuvenated older
 men, so maybe it would give Reggie a little pep, a
 little incentive. Surely nothing really odd would
 happen ... surely not.

 When Reggie got back with the next soda, Jones took
 his time with the rest of the interview. He gave Reg
 a date for his physical fitness test and made sure that
 he finished the can of soda before releasing Reggie
 back to his studies. 

 Reggie walked out of his meeting with Mr. Jones just
 in time to run into Amy Preston. He and Amy had been
 neighbors for years. They had played together as
 children and now they maintained a friendly relation-
 ship.

 They vented their feelings to one another about their
 respective families. She told Reggie all about her
 little sister who was a major junior high pain in the
 butt, as well as her single parent mother who, at least
 in Amy's eyes, was practically a jailer.

 Reggie was under the care of his single father. He
 actually thought his dad was pretty cool, but he often
 complained to Amy about the time his father had to be
 away from home on business. 

 "Hi Amy." Reggie fell into step with the girl as she
 turned. Amy had a pretty face, when she wasn't fighting
 an acne problem as she was currently. She had fine
 blond hair that fell below her shoulders and she was a
 bit on the thin side with an absolutely flat chest. 

 "Reggie, how'd your meeting with Jonesy go?"

 "About the way I thought. He gave me hell about not
 passing the physical test, and the rest of the time I
 spent as his go-for."

 "What are you going to do about that test? Take the
 course when you're back from break?"

 Reggie frowned, "The course is all filled. I'll just
 have to bulk up while I'm on break and take the test
 when I get back. I'm sure I can turn into a regular
 Tarzan," He held up his arms, bent at the elbows, and
 turned his torso like a body builder.

 Amy smiled and reached up to squeeze Reggie's biceps.
 "Tarzan might be aiming a bit high, how about Jane?"
 
 Reggie moaned and dropped his arms and folded at the
 waist as if he was deflating.

 "Where are you going on break?" she asked.

 "Dad and I are going on our annual camping and fishing
 trip." Reggie watched as Amy wrinkled her nose in dis-
 taste. "And I guess you have to suffer through a month
 at the beach?"

 "Yes," she sighed with an air of false resignation.
 "Weeks of sun and surf and surfer dudes."

 Reggie laughed as they separated to head to different
 classes. 

                           **

 Four weeks later.

 Reggie awoke at mid-morning for his last day of freedom
 before school resumed. He actually found himself eager
 to get up and going. It was almost scary how much
 energy he'd had lately. While out on their camping
 trip, Reggie had found himself running along the
 trails, doing several sets of pushups and sit ups dur-
 ing the day, and even following his dad by jumping from
 one exposed rock to the other along the trout stream. 

 One other thing had changed in the last couple of
 weeks. He had become one horny dude. What he was ex-
 periencing wasn't the average hormonal rushes of a
 teen boy. He was used to the usual, if unexpected,
 erections of a teenager. Ones that seemed to arise
 and disappear every few minutes for no apparent
 reason. But the full boner hard-ons that he'd had
 lately, were a - I just have to do something about
 this erection before my cock breaks off - sort of
 thing. He'd tried to ignore them.

 The other day he'd gone for his morning jog with his
 erect cock poking at the front of his running shorts.
 Within a half mile the friction of his shorts against
 the head of his cock had been overwhelming. He barely
 had time to run into a patch of woods and jerk his
 shorts down before the white stream of cum had erupted.

 Of course, Reggie smiled to himself, it wasn't as if
 he didn't enjoy it. He straightened his cock inside
 his shorts and began to stroke it through the thin
 cotton material. His favorite fantasy these days con-
 cerned the vision of Sue and Jim going at it in the
 library. He imagined that Jim had left her there,
 unsatisfied and hungry for more. At that point Reggie
 saw himself walking around the corner sporting a
 throbbing, drooling cock that was much larger than the
 one he had in real life. Sue, in her cheerleader skirt
 and little white canvas shoes and white socks and
 nothing else, would welcome him with open arms. Somehow
 Reggie would manage to fill her pussy at the same time
 as her full breasts - feeling surprisingly like his bed
 pillows - billowed against his chest.

 His fantasy didn't get much further than that because
 he could feel the rush of cum along his straining cock.
 Suddenly there were half dozen full spurts of the stuff
 soaking his shorts. 

 Reggie sighed as the vision of a satiated Sue faded
 from his thoughts. He swung his legs over the edge of
 his bed and padded to the bathroom to relieve himself
 of his wet shorts and do his morning toilet. In a few
 minutes he was out the door for his morning jog.

 When he returned home the message light on the family
 monitor was blinking. Reggie tapped the screen to re-
 trieve the message. His father's face filled the
 appeared. "Hi Reg, I guess you're out running, or
 sleeping in," he grinned and then his face grew more
 serious. "Listen Reg, I have to fly to the plant in
 Osaka again. I won't know for how long until I get down
 there and look around. Go over and ask Mrs. Preston if
 she'll take care of you." His father grinned once more,
 "I know you're old enough to take care of yourself, but
 do it for me. I'll call again as soon I know anything,
 bye." The screen reverted to the standard menu. 
 
 Reggie sighed, having to report to Mrs. Preston was a
 mixed blessing. On one hand he got a dinner each night
 that was much better than anything he or his father
 could fix, but on the other hand Mrs. Preston insisted
 on knowing where he was every second. Amy, of course,
 was a friend. He didn't mind hanging out with her, but
 her little sister Rhonda, could be a real jerk. 

 Rhonda was a little more than a year younger than Amy.
 But Mother Nature had decided to bless Rhonda. Not only
 was she taller than Amy, she was developing curves that
 it seemed Amy would never have. The problem was that
 Rhonda was well aware of her assets and took every
 opportunity to show off her figure and flirt shameless-
 ly with older boys. Boys who were Amy's age or older.
 She made sure to point that out to her big sister. 

 Reggie finished his morning work out and headed for the
 shower. In twenty minutes he was out the door and on
 his way to the Preston home. 

 Amy Preston swung her feet off her bed and stood. She'd
 slept through most of the morning, much longer and
 she'd miss lunch. She stretched and headed for the
 bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged with combed
 hair and fresh breath, but she was still wearing her
 navy sleep shirt that fell to her knees. She was about
 to hunt down some food when the door chime announced
 that someone wanted in. 

 Amy peered through the door's peephole. It's Mr. Pond,
 she thought, but then she took a closer look. It was
 Reggie. He looked different somehow. 

 Amy opened the door, "Hi, Reggie," she greeted her
 friend. 

 Reggie smiled and walked in, "How were the sunny
 beaches?"

 "Oh, mostly hot and full of sand," she said with a
 noted lack of enthusiasm. 

 "What's the matter? Didn't you have fun?"

 "It was OK I guess." Amy wasn't about to confess that
 she'd hoped for a little summer romance at the beach.
 But it seemed that all the hot guys only had eyes for
 the hot chicks. Chicks like her sister. All she had to
 do was appear on the beach in that two piece, with the
 push up bra, and the hard bodies swarmed around Rhonda.

 "How was the fishing?" she asked.

 "We had a great time." Reggie launched into the story
 of his vacation, but Amy, try as she might to really
 listen to her friend, lost interest his story of fish
 and dry flies and leaking tents. She couldn't get over
 how much Reggie had changed in a few weeks. His face
 looked leaner, with a hint of a beard. She recognized
 that he'd actually become handsome. 

 Amy suddenly realized Reggie had paused in his tale.
 She had no idea what to say except, "Gee Reg you sure
 are looking good. You must have been working out."

 Reggie struck a mock body builder's pose, with one fist
 on his hip and the other arm bent to show off its
 muscle. "Yeah, how do you like it?"

 Amy squeezed the offered biceps. It was certainly much
 larger and firmer than that day she'd felt his arm in
 school. "Not bad," she told Reg. In fact she was down
 right impressed. 

 "And look at these abs," Reggie said, as he pulled up
 his shirt to reveal a washboard stomach. 

 Amy ran her hand over the rippling muscles. She looked
 up into Reggie's eyes, and the next thing she knew, she
 was kissing him. She felt Reggie stiffen, and she was
 afraid he might pull away, but then his lips relaxed
 and he was kissing her back. When she slid her bare
 arms around his neck, Reggie put his hands on her hips
 and then slid them down until his fingers were lightly
 rubbing her ass. 

 They stayed like that for a long minute and then broke
 off the kiss. Reggie was the first to speak, but "Wow,"
 was all he could manage to say.

 "Yeah, wow," was her echo. Until a few seconds ago
 Reggie had been a friend, someone to give her help with
 math problems, but now she was certain she wanted some-
 thing entirely different from him.

 Amy grabbed Reggie by the shirt and dragged him to the
 sofa. She pulled him down, looked him in the eye, and
 said, "Let's do it." 

 Reggie looked on in amazement as Amy reached under her
 sleep shirt to pull off her panties. "Uhh, do what?"

 Amy looked irked. "I thought we'd get naked, flap our
 arms, and fly around the room, you idiot. I mean let's
 do it, as in lets have sex. You've had the shots
 haven't you?"

 "Of course," Reggie managed to sound offended. Having
 the regimen of shots to insure against unwanted preg-
 nancies and sexually transmitted diseases was a rite
 of passage that teens wore like a badge of honor. 

 "OK then," cooed Amy. She smiled and slid her arms back
 around his neck. They kissed for another minute. 

 Reggie murmured, his lips brushing hers, "How about
 your mother and Rhonda?"

 "Mom took the little princess to the mall for some more
 clothes, we've got plenty of time." She looked down at
 Reggie's crotch, "Are you...uh...ready yet?"

 Reggie thought if he was any more ready, then his cum
 would be dripping down his leg. He answered by pulling
 down his shorts and underwear. Amy's eyes widened at
 the sight of Reggie's cock, the head wet with precum.
 She smiled and lay back, propping one leg against the
 back of the sofa. Reggie crawled between her thighs.
 He gave Amy a deep kiss while his hips thrust his boner
 in first one direction and then the other. He was
 beginning to worry that the friction of his cock
 against her hot skin might lead to a premature end to
 the proceedings when he felt Amy's hand guide him home.

 Reggie gasped at the most wonderful feeling he'd ever
 experienced. The hot, silky, slickness that folded
 around his cockhead made him feel as if his penis was
 swelling and about to burst. And when he eased his
 rigid cock further into Amy, the feeling only doubled.

 God, he thought, how could a male keep from cumming
 instantly, when this feeling was so intense? No wonder
 the girls in school had all these dry jokes about how
 fast their guys were. 

 Reggie was determined to please Amy, but the more he
 thrust his hips back and forth the more his body urged
 him to speed up. And then, despite his determination
 to last longer, his cock erupted, sending first one
 and then almost a dozen shots of cum into Amy's cling-
 ing pussy.   

 Reggie continued to thrust his cock back and forth.
 The feeling now was almost painful, but he resolutely
 kept going for Amy's pleasure. He was relieved when
 she gasped and rolled her hips under his, moaning out
 her own orgasm. 

 Amy opened her eyes and looked dreamily at her Reggie
 with the glistening, well muscled body, and tousled
 hair, she smiled into his face and said, "That was
 wonderful, Reggie, just wonderful."

 Reggie smiled and sat back on the couch, "You know, I
 came over to tell your mom that my dad has gone out of
 town, and ask if she would she look after me. I guess
 you'll be seeing a lot more of me for a while."

 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...


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