When I was a tiddler, I once told my great-grandmother that I wished I had a faery godmother. She looked at me scornfully and told me that if I knew what she knew, I would NEVER say that. I asked her why and she told me that she would tell me when I was old enough. She didn't live until I was at that witching age of"old enough"so I'll never know what she knew but I did learn a trivial bit about poove godmothers from my great aunt when I was preparing for a tripper to France after high school.

"Be careful,"she told me,"when you're trekking through the foothills in France. There's a caption of fagot gobblers that goes back century and I would detest for you to occur across one unprepared."

She was old and was starting to suffer her senses so I didn't think much of the story she told. She explained to me that the fantasy tarradiddle of fairy godmothers were twisted by Hollywood into something cute and sweet but that the true caption came from the legends of fairy gobblers.

She told me the story of a Pres Young man, named Vince, that lived on a farm near the foothills of a mountain. When he was growing up the older men told him to avoid the foothills at sunset or the queen turkey cock would get him. He assumed that the tarradiddle was only to scare him so he didn't wander off and get lost. He knew there were dangers in the woodland and mountains but he wasn't afraid of pansy. He avoided the foothills at sunset just in case and was always home by dark as was the practice with everyone in the area back then.

One afternoon Vince was out hunting near the foothills and fell asleep. He had been awake since before sunrise working the farm and was exhausted. When he woke up he recalled the warnings of the old men and laughed. He was almost a grow man, now, and early than a pack of hungry wolves, there was nothing he'd ever seen in the forest that could hurt him. There had been no report card of wolves, so he was n't afraid. Before gathering everything to make the salary increase back the farm sign of the zodiac, Vince needed to let off himself. With no one around for stat mi, Vince took no meter in unbuttoning his pants and relieving himself a few steps away from where he'd fallen asleep. While he was relieving himself he heard a rustling in some bushes and couldn't believe what came towards him.

"A poof ... ”, he said to himself, stunned at what he was seeing. He was so pose that he forgot to pull his drawers back up. It was getting closer. The pouf was a couplet of metrical unit improbable, had wing like a bat but otherwise looked like a teenage girl. She was pretty. He was surprised at how pretty she was. She was getting closer. She was raw and her skimpy body was mesmerizing and she walked confidently toward him. She kept eye physical contact with him. She had a sweet, innocent smile on her face.

"Yes ”, she said, sweetly."A fairy."She was getting closer. Vince was so stunned that he didn't realize that his pants were still down and his penis was engorged. She was getting closer. Her low bosom bounced just a fiddling as she walked lightly across the ground. She never broke eye contact with him. She was directly in front of him looking straight up into his eyes.

Vince noticed his own erect exhibitionism just as the fag's small wings began to tucker quickly. Her wing lifted her off the ground and she reached up and held the base of Vince's hard-on and guided her mouth toward the tip.

"Fairy so hungry."she said in a sweet, hungry little voice.

She tried to conserve eye contact as she took him into her mouth. Vince watched as she opened her backtalk blanket to accommodate his heading. She hummed a sweetness, high pitched note that drew his center back to hers. He felt the mild tightness of her sassing as she drew him in. He felt the niggardness become uncomfortable where her little round off teeth were pressed into his flesh. The fairy hummed again, the pitch a short deeper, but still the scented hum of enjoyment.

He heard something pop like brass knuckles popping and took his oculus off hers and saw her jaw had come grotesquely out of socket. His entire penis was lost in her mouth and throat. He was startled at initiative but when he looked into her eye again he could see she was not in pain in the neck. Her center twinkled up at him and he could make out the faintest smile stretched around his cock. She kept his member fully inside of her and he could feel her pharynx constantly trying to accept. She continued to eat up and hum. Each hum was a little deeper, Henry Sweet and hungry. Finally he couldn't contain himself and he exploded his pleasance into the little fairy's throat.

Her busyness became cute little grunt and she swallowed faster and faster. She was still swallowing and his orgasm was subsiding. His penis was becoming raw and he needed her to stop. He tried to pull her gently off his irradiation but she held on soused to him, swallowing, swallowing. She whimpered and pulled. She held on to Vince's member as it came out of her mouth. She licked and sucked at the wet chess opening, trying to get every calorie she could. Finally she gave up and gently dropped back onto the ground.

She smiled up at Vince and said,"Was so athirst. Thank you."

The little poof stood smiling at Vince for a second. She rubbed her little belly, turned away and ran back into the bushes.

Vince felt a minuscule hangdog but his guilty conscience subsided as he walked back home in the dark. He had never had sex before. He knew he would let to go back whenever he had a chance. He chuckled at the actualisation of why they were called"faggot gobblers"and went inside the farm house for dinner. His parents were very infelicitous about him being out after dark. He was warned to always be home before sunset or there would be no dinner waiting for him adjacent time.

The next day, Vince asked the older men more about the legend. The men told him to stick around away from the foothills at sunset. He pressed them with questions and they told him tale of men and male child who had been attacked by the fairy gobbler while hunting and camping in the foothills. He thought the men were lying to fright him. He also considered that they may be lying to keep the fairy gobblers all to themselves.

Vince was busy for the next few calendar week and couldn't go back to his resting spot near sunset. When he finally could get away from task for a lilliputian piece, he would impose the smear but didn't see his nance tom turkey friend. He woke up early one break of day to purloin away and be there at cockcrow. No sprite gobbler. He remembered that he was always warned to not be there at sundown and realized that the timing had to be right. Vince took some extra bread and cheese at lunch and wrapped in cloth. He hid it in his room knowing he would be habitation after dark and would own no dinner party. He finished his chores and made sure he was at his resting spot a couple of hours before sunset. His preparation was rewarded by the same hungry little nance and his planning was punished by his parents when he returned home. He lay in bed eating his bread and cheese thinking about the time with his faerie gobbler friend.

"That doesn't sound like something to forfend, to be honest."I told my great aunt. She laughed, realizing that teenage male child would run to the Hill every eve if they knew this story.

"Yes, I guess you're justly, partially. Some of the early history I've heard don't have such happy endings. It's a silly legend, but don't be in the foothills alone at sunset while you're there just in case."

I pressed my great auntie for other chronicle, but she was tired and promised to secernate me other stories later.



I hope you enjoyed Part 1 of this fib. If I get good reviews and responses I will take the time to drop a line section 2. set forth 2 continues the Vince story and Tell about my tripper to France with my girlfriend .