Christmas Fairy Ch. 01

Minnie leant again his leg. His hand fell to her hair and he began stroking it, marvelling again at its soft silky texture.

"Paul?"

"Yes, Minnie?"

"You would like me to be human size, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, Minnie. Is that possible?"

"It is if you buy me some more food and we make love again."

"It is? How soon?"

"How soon what, Paul?"

"How soon do you need the food and the love-making?

"As soon as you want a normal size Minnie. A couple of hours?"

Paul slid from the stool to kneel beside Minnie. He opened his arms to hug her. This woman was no dwarf. She was perfectly proportioned adult to scale – slightly over half size. Minnie flung her arms around Paul's neck and kissed him hard. She pulled back and studied Paul's face carefully.

"I need the food first, then the love. Can you get the food soon?"

"Yes, Minnie. What sort of food?"

"High protein. Peanuts, beans, steak – that will do."

"How much?"

"I think half a hundredweight, two quarters, four stone, fifty-six pounds, or twenty-five kilograms. They are all similar weights, aren't they?"

Paul struggled to remember conversions from pounds to kilograms.

"I think so. Does it matter what food, or what quality?"

"I'd like to eat what you eat when I have reached the right size. This time it doesn't matter. I just need the bulk. Everything the same would be easier for me."

"I think I can do that. There is a pet shop around the corner that sells nuts in large bags. I'll get one, now, and you can try them."

"Please, Paul."

Paul left for the pet shop after a last peck from Minnie on his cheek. He struggled up the stairs with a twenty-five kilogram bag of peeled nuts. He dropped the bag on the kitchen floor with a sigh of relief. He opened the bag with the ripstrip.

"There you are, Minnie," he puffed. "Twenty-five kilograms of nuts."

He watched in disbelief as Minnie, sitting on the kitchen floor, shovelled handfuls of the nuts into her mouth. It took her only ten minutes to finish the bag.

"Thank you, Paul," Minnie said as she finished. "Now some love-making please."

She set off for the bedroom. Paul followed her, noticing that Minnie waddled as if she was heavily pregnant. The T-shirt she was wearing showed a bulge as she walked.

In the bedroom Minnie ordered Paul to lie on the bed. She refused to take off the T-shirt. He lay back as she straddled him. This time her weight was significant. She started with her hips across his chest. He felt her weight pushing air out of his lungs. One of her hands reached behind her and grasped his tool. This time her hand was small, not tiny. One of her hands was enough to start his erection. As it rose she slid down his body and rubbed her pussy over him. She slowly allowed him to penetrate her.

As soon as he was fully sheathed Minnie bent forward with her hands reaching for his face.

"This time, Paul, and only this time, it is better if you do not watch."

She pressed both hands over his eyes. Paul could feel that she was being very gentle. He couldn't see anything except a slight pink glow. His sensations were heightened by his lack of vision. Her silky hair swept across him as she pumped her body up and down. Even her breasts pressed against his stomach through the T-shirt, warm and soft with firm erect nipples.

Paul surrendered himself to Minnie's rhythm. He tried to prolong the encounter as Minnie's movements speeded up. After only five minutes he could stand no more. Her legs clamped around his body as he arched himself in the moment of release. He expected Minnie to continue until she reached her own orgasm. She lay on him panting with effort. She struggled to speak.

"Stay still... Paul..." she gasped. "Lie there... Wait..."

Even those few words seemed to exhaust her. Her hands still covered his eyes. Paul felt her weight press on him as if she were unconscious. Her pussy still held him.

After a few minutes Paul was aware of slight movements. Minnie's hands changed position slightly. Her pussy seemed to expand and then contract around him. Her nipples shifted on his stomach. He wanted to ask if Minnie was OK. As he opened his mouth one of Minnie's hands shifted to cover both his eyes. The other darted to his mouth and stifled his words. Surely Minnie's hands weren't large enough to do that?

She pressed down and lifted her body. When she lowered it again her nipples were much further up his body. Her hands were pressing down from above and her arms were no longer resting on him. Paul was aware that her movements were arousing him again. Minnie seemed to sense it too. Her pussy grasped him and pulsed around him. Paul began to lose sense of time as his consciousness became concentrated between his legs. Minnie was bringing him to another peak, a slower one this time, but still close to fruition much sooner than Paul would consider normally possible.

Minnie's pussy became more insistent, more demanding. Paul relaxed and let her dictate what should happen. When he finally came she yelled her success.

"Yes!"

This time her voice was strong. There was no hint of the previous panting.

As Paul slumped again her hands uncovered his eyes and mouth. He looked cautiously. Minnie's face was above his, looking down at him. He was still held in her pussy. If that was so...

Minnie must be the same height as Paul, if not taller. Paul remembered that in this position the top of his wife's head was just below his lips. Minnie's lips covered his. Her tongue eased itself through into his mouth. Her silky hair surrounded his head. Her arms clamped around him, holding his arms pinioned against his sides. Her long legs wound around his. This was a full-sized Minnie, making sure he knew she was.

"How do you like your full-size Christmas fairy, Paul?"

His answer was smothered by kisses he couldn't resist. Paul had a vague unease that his full-size fairy was as tall, if not taller than him, as heavy and very strong, possibly stronger than he was. Her arms and legs held him prisoner. He wasn't sure that he could struggle free even if he wanted to.

He thought of the practical difficulties. How could he explain Minnie to his friends and colleagues? He was Minnie's. Was she his? Or did she have another motive for claiming him? The desirable woman holding him tight banished his unease. He surrendered himself to her insistent lovemaking.

As he was drifting away on waves of pleasure his nagging doubts vanished in the excitement of the moment. Paul thought this would be his best Christmas ever with his own Christmas fairy to love and cherish him.

Her clasping limbs and writhing body vanquished all further thoughts except the pleasure of the moment.