I flexed stiff fingers, raising them from my keyboard.  I clicked my mouse and saved my latest Lara Croft story, "Lara Croft Vs. The Mummy", and leaned back into my soft chair, stretching my arms before me.  The air in my room was stale, I wrinkled my nose and left my chair, kneeling atop my small twin bed to reach my bedroom window and raise it open.  The air outside was warm and invigorating, I could smell the sweet scent of freshly cut grass from a neighboring yard.

I turned off my computer and left the confines of my bedroom.  I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cold glass of water from the red plastic pitcher I keep in the frig.  I emptied my glass in just a few gulps, writing always makes me thirsty for some reason.  I looked out the sliding glass door set in the back of the kitchen, my grass was getting taller, the warm sun and the recent rains accelerating its growth.  A line of rose bushes ran from the storage barn to the northern fence, the buds were just forming, bulbous and pink.  I put my empty glass into the sink, opened the glass door, and walked out onto the brick back porch, deeply inhaling the clean spring air.

Something fluttered near the rose bushes.  I narrowed my eyes, trying to make out what the insect was.  It looked like a butterfly, with wide, filmy, white wings.  The shape didn't seem right, so I moved to investigate, walking slowly across the back yard to the line of thorny bushes.

My eyes widened when I knelt down and discovered what the creature truly was.  It was a fairy out of myth, a tiny fairy girl with short, golden hair, bright green eyes, and a set of delicate antennae just above her forehead.  The fairy girl had small, pointed ears and a compact, lithe body.  She wore thigh-length black leather boots, a black leather corset that cupped her tiny, pert breasts, and a slim leather choker around her small throat.  The fairy girl landed on top of a rose bud and lowered her beautiful, child-like face to the opening, licking the droplets of dew that still rested upon it.

"Hello?  Can you speak?" I asked hesitantly.

"Hello!" smiled the fairy girl, licking dew from her tiny lips.

"Do you have a name?  My name's Philip."

"My name's Pfil."

"Pleased to meet you, Pfil," I smiled, enchanted with the small, fey creature.  "I thought fairies like you were just myths."

"We've lived on this world since its birth.  We protect the Earth and her creatures," replied Pfil proudly, fluttering her graceful wings.

"Would you like to come inside my home?  I've got Dr. Pepper."

"What's that?" asked Pfil, wrinkling her tiny nose.

"Soda pop, a very sweet drink.  I think you'll like it."

"Okay, Philip," agreed Pfil, flying up onto my right shoulder.

The fairy girl weighed almost nothing, her transparent wings caressed my cheek as I walked slowly back to the open glass door.  I re-entered the kitchen and closed the glass door behind me, then I opened the refrigerator and retrieved a half-empty two-liter of Dr. Pepper.  Walking to the cabinet where I kept all my drinking glasses, I rummaged around until I found the smallest glass I could find, a short juice glass.  I dropped some ice cubes into the juice glass, then poured Dr. Pepper up to the rim.  Pfil fluttered off my shoulder and onto the counter.  She walked up to the towering glass and placed her small hands on the rim, standing on tiptoes to sniff the drink.  Pfil giggled when the tiny carbonated bubbles rose from the surface of the drink and popped in front of her.  Hopping up onto the glass rim, Pfil rested on her flat, leather-clad belly, dipping down to lap at the soda with her small tongue.

I watched Pfil drink, admiring every curve of her small, sensual body.  She was the loveliest creature I had ever seen, she captivated me.  Tentatively, I reached forward and stroked one of Pfil's small, outstretched legs.  The leather of her boot was warm to the touch, and her thigh was as soft and smooth as cream.  Pfil glanced back at me, she stopped drinking as I ran the tip of my index finger over her small ass.

"I'm sorry!" I blushed, jerking my finger away, my face flushed with heat.

Pfil took one last, slow lick of soda, then sat down on the glass rim, crossing her slim, leather-encased legs.

"Do you want me?" asked Pfil frankly.

"Yes," I admitted, lowering my face.

"Show me your bedroom."

I waited for Pfil to fly back onto my shoulder, then I walked to my bedroom.  Pfil gazed around at my Sarah Michelle Gellar posters, the figures of Caitlin Fairchild and the Danger Girls that stood upon my computer desk.  The fairy girl leapt off my shoulder and fluttered down onto my bed.  She sat down in the center of the bed, opening her small legs wide apart.

"Make me cum," grinned Pfil with a saucy gleam in her green eyes.

This is going to be a challenge, I thought as I knelt down near the side of the bed, examining Pfil's tiny form.

Gently, with two nails, I snagged the top of Pfil's black leather panties and dragged them off her tiny hips, sliding them down her slender legs and away from the spiked heels of her boots.  Pfil's small pussy was completely hairless, her labia was puffy and pink like a young girl's.  Pfil reclined onto her back, folding in her gossamer wings.  I leaned my face close to Pfil, I inhaled the flowery scent of her nubile body.  Opening my mouth, I extended my tongue and licked the fairy girl's small breasts with the tip.  Pfil tasted delicious, her skin was tender and sweet, like milk and honey.  I licked both of the tiny girl's breasts at once, my tongue drenching her titties with saliva.  Pfil moaned, reaching down between her thighs to fondle her warm cunt.  The smell of Pfil's little pussy made my mouth water, I grasped her small legs carefully between my fingers and spread them apart.
My tongue filled the space between Pfil's thighs, she gasped when I licked up her entire crotch with one brief stroke.  A droplet of Pfil's vaginal honey moistened the tip of my tongue, I tasted it, and ecstasy filled me, stronger than any wine or drug.  I licked Pfil's cunt over and over, the little fairy girl moaning with pleasure.  Pfil's pussy was soon drenched with nectar, I drank it all, ravenous for it, my tongue flicking between her wide open legs.  I stroked Pfil's silky blonde hair with the tip of a finger, the girl's antennae quivered with excitement.

I rolled Pfil onto her small belly, slipped my tongue over her tiny, bare ass.  Pfil purred, arching her back, raising her shapely buttocks into the air so I could lick them more easily.

I went to my desk and got a yellow pencil.  I returned to Pfil and carefully slipped the length of the pencil between the fairy girl's legs.  Moaning with lust, Pfil humped the pencil, sliding her crotch back and forth across the smooth wood.  The surface of the pencil dripped with Pfil's juices, I licked the sweet droplets, then sucked on the fairy girl's entire ass with my lips, gently sucking on her tender rump.  Pfil grabbed the shaft of the pencil with both hands, her ass shuddering while I sucked on it, the tip of my tongue stuffed in her crack, stroking her moist cunt.  Pfil moaned softly, lowering her entire body onto the pencil, her ass resting inside my mouth as I nibbled on her sensual flesh, my lips caressing her curvaceous little buttocks.  Honey squirted directly from Pfil's pussy into my mouth when she orgasmed, a sigh escaping from her tiny lips.  I swallowed the fairy girl's cunt juices, the fluid thick and rich, like the cream you would dip strawberries in.

I removed the pencil from Pfil's legs and knelt back, savoring the last drops of the fairy girl's honey inside my mouth.  Pfil lay outstretched on my bed, her wings fluttering, her tiny chest heaving.  She slowly sat up and brushed a strand of damp gold hair away from her small face.  Pfil noticed my straining erection, she looked up at me with wide, sex-inflamed eyes.

"Take off your pants, then get onto the bed."

I obeyed the little fairy girl, unbuckling and removing my jeans, then sliding off my white cotton briefs.  Pfil stood up and walked to the edge of my bed before I climbed on top of the bed and stretched out upon it.  As Pfil climbed up my left leg, I took her panties from the bed spread and raised them to my nose.  I sniffed sharply, taking in the scent of the fairy girl's musky cunt that clung to her black leather panties.

"Bad boy," giggled Pfil, hopping from my leg into the space between my legs.  She approached my stiff cock that towered above her, engorged and aching for her attention.

Pfil climbed atop my testicles and stood up, reaching forward to stroke my cock with both of her tiny hands.  I dropped the fairy girl's panties onto the floor and grasped the bed spread, groaning with bliss as Pfil rubbed her small palms up and down my prick, her touch soft and lingering.  Pfil placed her tiny face against the side of my shaft and started licking it with her tongue.  I moaned, closing my eyes, leaning back against the headboard of my small bed while Pfil rubbed her face underneath the bloated head of my cock, her small tongue stroking deftly.  I felt like shooting my load, but I held back, wanting more of the fairy girl's attentions.  Knowing how close I was, Pfil smiled wickedly and pressed her entire body upon my hard cock, wrapping her arms and legs around the pulsing shaft, licking the head of my member over and over.  I felt Pfil's small tits pressed against the side of my cock, her stiff little nipples stroking my meat.  The little fairy girl kissed the top of my prick, she ran her tiny tongue around the glistening opening, drinking the milky droplets that slowly emerged.  With Pfil's little hands stroking the head of my shaft, I exploded, releasing cum into the air.  Pfil giggled happily, letting the rain of jizz splash over her, covering her tiny breasts with sticky cream.  Pfil continued to hold her body around my cock, rubbing her small face in the streams of semen dripping down my shivering pole, rubbing her sensual little body up and down, slick with my cum.  I reached down and stroked Pfil's sticky, cream-drenched hair with the tip of one finger, she smiled at me, rubbing her left cheek against the warm side of my prick.

The End.