When I was a youngster, 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 narrate me when I was old enough. She didn't live on until I was at that charming age of"old enough"so I'll never know what she knew but I did pick up a little bit about poove godmothers from my great aunty when I was preparing for a trip to France after high gear schooltime.

"Be deliberate,"she told me,"when you're trekking through the foothills in France. There's a legend of fagot tom that goes back centuries and I would hate for you to come across one unprepared."

She was old and was starting to lose her senses so I didn't think much of the story she told. She explained to me that the fantasise taradiddle of sprite godmothers were twisted by Hollywood into something cute and sweet but that the honest legend came from the legends of sprite turkey cock.

She told me the story of a young man, named Vince, that lived on a farm near the foothills of a mountain. When he was growing up the old men told him to keep off the foothills at sunset or the poove turkey cock would get him. He assumed that the story was only to scare him so he didn't wander off and get lost. He knew there were dangers in the forest and slew but he wasn't afraid of sprite. He avoided the foothills at sunset just in case and was always home by darkness 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 grown man, now, and other than a pack of thirsty wolves, there was nothing he'd ever seen in the forest that could hurt him. There had been no report of Hugo Wolf, so he was n't afraid. Before gathering everything to make the salary increase back the farm business firm, Vince needed to excuse himself. With no one around for nautical mile, Vince took no time in unbuttoning his drawers and relieving himself a few gradation away from where he'd fallen asleep. While he was relieving himself he heard a rustling in some pubic hair and couldn't believe what came towards him.

"A faggot ... ”, he said to himself, stunned at what he was seeing. He was so flummox that he forgot to pull his pants back up. It was getting closer. The fairy was a couple of animal foot tall, had wings like a bat but otherwise looked like a teenage girl. She was pretty. He was surprised at how fairly she was. She was getting closer. She was naked and her lean soundbox was mesmerizing and she walked confidently toward him. She kept eye link 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 small bosom bounced just a little as she walked lightly across the ground. She never broke eye contact with him. She was directly in strawman of him looking straight up into his eyes.

Vince noticed his own erect immodesty just as the fairy's little annexe began to beat quickly. Her extension lifted her off the basis and she reached up and held the substructure of Vince's erecting and guided her backtalk toward the tip.

"fairy so hungry."she said in a sweet, hungry small spokesperson.

She tried to maintain eye physical contact as she took him into her lip. Vince watched as she opened her sass spacious to accommodate his head. She hummed a sweet, high gear pitched note that drew his heart back to hers. He felt the soft niggardness of her mouth as she drew him in. He felt the niggardliness become uncomfortable where her piffling troll dentition were pressed into his flesh. The fairy hummed again, the rake a little deeper, but still the sweet hum of enjoyment.

He heard something pop like knuckles popping and took his eyes off hers and saw her jaw had come grotesquely out of socket. His integral penis was lost in her mouth and pharynx. He was startled at showtime but when he looked into her eyes again he could see she was not in pain. Her eyes twinkled up at him and he could make out the faintest grinning stretched around his putz. She kept his phallus fully inside of her and he could feel her pharynx constantly trying to swallow. She continued to swallow and hum. Each hum was a little deeper, sweet and hungry. Finally he couldn't contain himself and he exploded his pleasure into the little fairy's throat.

Her hums became cute little grunts and she swallowed faster and faster. She was still swallowing and his orgasm was subsiding. His penis was becoming sensitive and he needed her to stop. He tried to tear her gently off his shaft but she held on tight to him, swallowing, swallowing. She whimpered and pulled. She held on to Vince's penis as it came out of her mouth. She licked and sucked at the wet hatchway, 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 hungry. Thank you."

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

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

The next day, Vince asked the older men more about the caption. The men told him to stay away from the foothills at sunset. He pressed them with questions and they told him floor of men and son who had been attacked by the fairy gobblers while hunting and camping in the foothills. He thought the men were lying to scare him. He also considered that they may be lying to sustain the fay gobblers all to themselves.

Vince was busy for the side by side few week and couldn't go back to his resting bit near sunset. When he finally could get away from job for a little spell, he would visit the fleck but didn't see his queer turkey cock admirer. He woke up early on one morning to sneak away and be there at sunup. No fairy gobbler. He remembered that he was always warned to not be there at sunset and realized that the timing had to be powerful. Vince took some extra kale and cheese at lunch and wrapped in cloth. He hid it in his room knowing he would be home after moody and would cause no dinner. He finished his task and made sure he was at his resting spot a couple of hr before sunset. His preparation was rewarded by the same hungry little fairy and his provision was punished by his parents when he returned home. He lay in bed eating his simoleons and cheese thinking about the time with his poof gobbler friend.

"That doesn't phone like something to debar, to be honest."I told my capital aunt. She laughed, realizing that teenage boys would run to the hills every evening if they knew this account.

"Yes, I guess you're right field, partially. Some of the other stories I've heard don't have such happy termination. It's a pathetic legend, but don't be in the foothills alone at sunset while you're there just in case."

I pressed my great aunt for other stories, but she was tired and promised to recite me other floor later.



I hope you enjoyed contribution 1 of this story. If I get soundly reviews and reply I will take the metre to write Part 2. Part 2 continues the Vince story and tells about my stumble to France with my lady friend .