When I was a shaver, I once told my great-grandmother that I wished I had a queen 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 state me when I was old enough. She didn't be until I was at that magical age of"old enough"so I'll never know what she knew but I did check a niggling bit about fairy godmothers from my great aunt when I was preparing for a misstep to French Republic after high schooling.

"Be deliberate,"she told me,"when you're trekking through the foothills in France. There's a caption of fairy gobblers that goes back centuries and I would hate for you to make out across one unprepared."

She was old and was starting to fall behind her senses so I didn't think much of the story she told. She explained to me that the fantasize tales of fairy godmothers were twisted by Hollywood into something cute and Sweet but that the true legend came from the fable of fairy tom turkey.

She told me the chronicle of a youth man, named Vince, that lived on a farm near the foothills of a good deal. When he was growing up the older men told him to ward off the foothills at sunset or the fairy tom turkey would get him. He assumed that the story was only to frighten him so he didn't wander off and get lost. He knew there were peril in the forest and mountains but he wasn't afraid of fairies. He avoided the foothills at sunset just in sheath and was always home by dark as was the drill 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 admonition of the old men and laughed. He was almost a grown man, now, and other than a pack of hungry wolves, there was nothing he'd ever seen in the forest that could anguish him. There had been no write up of wolves, so he was n't afraid. Before gathering everything to make the rise back the farm sign, Vince needed to relieve himself. With no one around for miles, Vince took no time in unbuttoning his pants and relieving himself a few gradation away from where he'd fallen asleep. While he was relieving himself he heard a whisper in some George Bush and couldn't believe what came towards him.

"A fairy ... ”, he said to himself, stunned at what he was seeing. He was so stick that he forgot to draw out his gasp back up. It was getting closer. The poove was a pair of feet magniloquent, had wings like a bat but otherwise looked like a adolescent young lady. She was pretty. He was surprised at how pretty she was. She was getting closer. She was naked and her lean torso was mesmerizing and she walked confidently toward him. She kept eye contact lens with him. She had a sweet, innocent smile on her face.

"Yes ”, she said, sweetly."A fairy."She was getting closer. Vince was so KO'd that he didn't realize that his pants were still down and his penis was engorged. She was getting closer. Her small breasts bounced just a little as she walked lightly across the background. She never broke eye contact with him. She was directly in nominal head of him looking straight up into his center.

Vince noticed his own raise immodesty just as the fairy's little wings began to crush quickly. Her backstage lifted her off the ground and she reached up and held the stem of Vince's hard-on and guided her mouth toward the tip.

"Fairy so hungry."she said in a sugariness, hungry fiddling voice.

She tried to asseverate eye middleman as she took him into her back talk. Vince watched as she opened her oral cavity wide to suit his school principal. She hummed a sweet, high pitched note that drew his eyes back to hers. He felt the flaccid tightfistedness of her backtalk as she drew him in. He felt the tightness become uncomfortable where her little turn teeth were pressed into his human body. The fairy hummed again, the pitching a little deeper, but still the afters hum of delectation.

He heard something pop like knuckles popping and took his eyes 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 first but when he looked into her eye again he could see she was not in pain. Her eyes twinkled up at him and he could have out the light smile stretched around his pecker. She kept his penis fully inside of her and he could experience her throat constantly trying to immerse. She continued to swallow up and hum. Each hum was a little deeper, Sweet and thirsty. Finally he couldn't contain himself and he exploded his joy into the little fairy's throat.

Her hums became precious slight grunts and she swallowed faster and faster. She was still swallowing and his orgasm was subsiding. His phallus was becoming medium and he needed her to stop. He tried to draw in her gently off his ray but she held on tight to him, swallowing, swallowing. She whimpered and pulled. She held on to Vince's member as it came out of her backtalk. She licked and sucked at the wet opening, trying to get every calorie she could. Finally she gave up and gently dropped back onto the land.

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

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

Vince felt a little shamed but his guilt subsided as he walked back home in the dark. He had never had sex before. He knew he would stimulate to go back whenever he had a chance. He chuckled at the actualisation of why they were called"fairy tom"and went inside the farm menage for dinner. His parents were very unhappy about him being out after iniquity. He was warned to always be home before sundown or there would be no dinner waiting for him next time.

The following day, Vince asked the older men more about the legend. The men told him to stay away from the foothills at sunset. He pressed them with questions and they told him stories of men and boys who had been attacked by the pouf gobblers while hunting and camping in the foothills. He thought the men were lying to pall him. He also considered that they may be lying to maintain the poof gobblers all to themselves.

Vince was occupy for the adjacent few hebdomad and couldn't go back to his resting billet near sunset. When he finally could get away from chores for a piddling spell, he would visit the berth but didn't see his nance turkey cock friend. He woke up betimes one morning to sneak away and be there at break of the day. No fay turkey cock. He remembered that he was always warned to not be there at sunset and realized that the timing had to be right. Vince took some extra lucre and cheese at lunch and wrapped in cloth. He hid it in his room knowing he would be home after sour and would consume no dinner. He finished his chores and made sure he was at his resting spot a couple of minute before sundown. His planning was rewarded by the same hungry little poof and his preparation was punished by his parents when he returned home. He lay in bed eating his simoleons and cheese thinking about the time with his fairy gobbler friend.

"That doesn't speech sound like something to annul, to be honest."I told my keen aunty. She laughed, realizing that teenage son would run to the hills every eventide if they knew this story.

"Yes, I guess you're right on, partially. Some of the former stories I've heard don't have such happy endings. It's a empty-headed legend, but don't be in the foothills alone at sunset while you're there just in case."

I pressed my great aunty for other stories, but she was tired and promised to tell me other stories later.



I hope you revel Part 1 of this fib. If I get good critical review and reply I will take the time to write piece 2. set off 2 continues the Vince floor and Tell about my trip to France with my lady friend .