Belle_(3)

BELLE by JackassTales

There’s an old saying about those of us who would rather fish than work. It goes something like this; ‘the worst day fishing is better than the best day working’!

I was having one of those days. Work had gone well. I was having a good day. But, I was getting ‘antsy’. Being as it was Friday; I skipped lunch and headed home.

Perhaps it was a bit of the kid in me that made me feel like I was playing ‘hooky’. I suppose in many ways I just refused to grow up. As soon as I got home, I was out of my work clothes and into my fishing clothes.

Now, here I was sitting on a creek bank with a fishing pole clutched in one hand and a cold beer clasped in the other. The fish weren’t biting at all. Hell this was fine with me! At least I wasn’t at work! Things just couldn’t get any better than this!

Time passed swiftly. I downed the last beer from the six-pack. Or, was it a twelve-pack? I disremember. I had drunk those beers too quickly. Maybe I was a bit tipsy. My head was getting fuzzy. What I needed was a good, cold, ‘wake-me-up’ swim.

I was sitting on a big, flat ledge rock which protruded over a slow moving creek. It only took seconds for me to strip down to my birthday suit. As soon as my cock was released from its confinement inside my jeans, it sprang to life. At 30, I was still in the prime of life. I was vigorous, virile, and always horny. The thick, meaty, erectness of the rod between my legs proved the point.

I plunged into the water. I was reminded pretty damn quick that cold creek water and erect cocks are not companionable friends. No siree, they are sworn enemies! The cold water attacked my muscular meat! In self defense, the rod shriveled to half its original size.

After a few laps, I headed back for the ledge rock. I was wading through thigh-deep water. A bee buzzed around my head. I shook my wet head, but the worrisome insect would not let me alone. I swatted at it again and again. Finally, I hit the irritating son-of-a-bitch and knocked it winding. It landed on the rock toward which I strode.

Now, wait a goddamn minute! That’s not a bee! Is it? Why, it’s too big. It’s too big by a long shot. And hell, it’s getting even bigger by the second! As my befuddled eyes stared, the ‘bee’ stood up on its legs. Stood up? Hell, bees can’t stand up!

Bees can’t speak, either. But, this one did. Shit, it spoke plain as day! With a giggly, melodious voice, it said, “Sir, you sure are quick. That’s the first time anyone has been able to touch me! I like to fly around and tease humans.”

I suppose I’d drunk a lot more beers than I’d imagined. I must be drunk as a skunk! My imagination was running wild. My mind knew for a fact that the girl hadn’t really spoken. Girl…? I wondered why this word came to my mind.

My eyes focused again on the ‘imaginary’ creature. Why hell, it sure looked like a girl! I saw a tiny feminine head, torso, and legs. Luminous, pale blue, semi-transparent wings fluttered behind the creature’s back. The winged sprite was even speaking in a soft, feminine voice, “Why are you staring at me like that? You act like you’ve seen a ghost. Do you think I’m a ghost?”

Well, I wasn’t about to engage in a conversation with a figure out of my inebriated imagination! No, I wasn’t! But, curiosity took control and caused my voice to speak, “No, I don’t think you’re a ghost. For all I know, you’re a fairy or some other mythical creature.”

The girl seemed offended. She spoke irritably, “Fairies are not mythical creatures! They’re not ‘creatures’ at all. And, they’re as real as you are mister! Why, I ought to know because I’m one myself! Well, technically I’m a ‘Pixie’.”

Pixie, my ass! She wasn’t real! Yet, I could still hear her voice, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Belle. ‘Bell’ is actually my last name. I added an ‘e’ to it and made it my first. What’s your name? I bet you can’t guess my real first name?”

Without knowing why, I answered, “My last name is ‘Pan’ and it’s real. I didn’t make it up. My first name is Peter. Hell, I couldn’t guess your name if I tried! The only ‘Belle’ I know of is the one in Beauty and the Beast.”

The girl giggled again. She spoke merrily, “I’m not ‘that’ Belle, she’s prettier than me. I like her though. I’ve been to parties with her. You’ve gotten your stories mixed up. My first name is actually ‘Tinker’.”

I now knew for damn sure I was crazy drunk. I was talking to a ‘being’ named… Hell, I didn’t dare think it! But, I did. I thought about what I was doing. I was talking to…a fairy calling herself ‘Tinker Bell’.

While I was thinking, the girl vigorously shook her head. Golden dust fell from her hair and cloaked her tiny body from sight. When the dust cloud settled, a full sized feminine form sat on the rock before me.

Goddamn-almighty, there was no mistaking her femininity now! She was about five foot two with eyes of sparkling blue. She probably weighed no more than one hundred pounds. Shimmering blonde curls covered her head with a ponytail bun sitting up high.

As to her age, well if I was to use human years as a measurement, I’d say she was a teenager. She looked like she might be in her late teens. But, truth be told, I didn’t know a hell of a lot about judging the age of fairies.

But, this particular fairy was definitely a female. Her dress provided the most revealing evidence of femininity. It had no shoulders, it had no sleeves, and it had hardly any back! The hem was so short it barely covered her crotch and ass. Pale green was the color.

Only two things kept the dress from falling off the feminine form. Both of them were well-formed, rounded breasts! My eyes locked on to those protruding mounds and stared in wonder. My eyes moved only to look at her legs. Long, thin legs started at green slippers and traveled up to the hem of the short, short dress.

My mesmerized mind was wondering if she had on panties or a bra under her skimpy fairytale costume. My shriveled cock was recovering from its cold water immersion. Fairy, pixie, or whatever the hell she was, she was making my cock hard!

The girl was speaking again, “Sir, what’s that thing there between your legs? Is that a snake? You’d better be careful. It’s swelling up fast and getting longer.”

Unconsciously, I looked down to see my muscular manhood growing into its fully erect length. I didn’t realize how close I’d walked to the girl. As I looked at my cock, a feminine hand closed around it. The fingertips of the small hand barely reached around the engorged rod.

The pixie girl spoke with my cock in her hand, “Is this thing what human males call a ‘penis’? It’s nice. I like it. I like it a lot! I don’t know why, but I love it! What do you do with it?”

Why I said it, I couldn’t say, but my words spilled out, “It’s called a ‘cock’. It’s made for feminine mouths to suck on. We call it ‘cock-sucking’.”

Unbelievably, the girl kicked her slippers to the side and scooted out to the edge of the rock. She leaned over and popped my cock into her mouth! Holy-shit, she had taken my words literally! I wondered if she was really that naïve or that inexperienced.

Inexperienced naivety or not, the mischievous little sprite was eagerly sucking the cock in her mouth. She allowed natural instincts to take their course, but her inexperienced innocence soon became evident.

After I gave her a few words of encouraging advice, the girl quickly caught on. Her mouth and tongue began a frenzied cock-sucking exploration. Her tongue licked and teased my flesh. Her lips kissed and caressed. Her mouth, her small tight mouth, sucked hungrily.

With a moisture lubricated mouth, her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. My meat sank deeper and deeper into her throat. My hands became entwined in her curly blonde locks. I held on and pulled her closer.

Shit, small mouth or not, she certainly had a deep throat! Her frenzied bobbing sucked my shaft in to the hilt. The entire length became buried inside her pixie girl mouth and throat.

I stood in the water while the innocent little nymph kissed, and licked, and sucked my throbbing hard manhood. I held on to my juices as long as I could. But hell, she was just too seductively tantalizing to hang on for long!

My mind debated the question of whether to pull out or not before cumming. My decision was made for me. I was cumming now! I was cumming harder than I had ever cum before! I began to orgasm with a greater pleasure than I’d known could exist! I screamed to the sky in orgasmic bliss.

Cock-cream spilled from my shaft. Stream after stream of thick, hot, milky fluid filled the girl’s mouth. She swallowed every drop. She licked and lapped at every droplet attempting to escape her mouth.

The girl, hell I might as well call her Belle, finally allowed my empty cock to pull out of her mouth. Yet, Belle licked and kissed the shaft clean before sitting back on the rock.

Belle was smiling. She spoke giddily, “Ok Peter, that was fun! And, your milk tasted so good. Wow, it was better than the sweet honey I love! Can I suck your ‘cock’ again? Can I have some more of your sweet milk?”

I laughed at the naïve young sprite. My voice sang merrily, “Yes you can. But, young lady, you’ll have to wait a while. I don’t know about fairy males, but us human fellas take a while for our cocks to get hard again. Belle, when I get hard again, you can suck all you want!”

At first the girl pouted, but then her eyes sparkled. She leaned toward me and shook her head. Several dozen flakes of golden dust flew from her hair and landed on the flaccid shaft of my cock. I felt a tickling sensation as they settled on my flesh.

Unbelievably, my meat stiffened again! Goddamnit-to-hell, my cock was rock hard and stretched out to its full length! I spoke in astonishment, “Hell, Belle, what was that stuff coming from your head?”

The mischievous minx answered happily, “Oh that? It’s just ‘pixie dust’. I was born with it in my hair. I suppose there’s a bit of magic in it. Hey, Peter, you are hard again! I’m going to get some more cock and milk. You said I could.”

Yes, I ‘had’ said she could suck me when I got hard.