Pixie Dust

Emboldened, he gave them a few hard squeezes. They were great soft tits. Then he went around behind her to appreciate her ass, which was a tight round little marvel of a thing. She turned her head to watch him as he fondled it with both hands. "Having fun?" she asked sarcastically.

"Can't you make her like it? She seems kinda... upset."

"Obviously you can't make me like it, needle dick," Tiffany shot back.

"Ya know? Nevermind," Kyle said as Titsibell reached into her fairy dust pouch. She giggled and watched him start practically shredding the girls' clothes off. She did next to nothing to help, just lifting her arms and feet as needed. She looked even better naked – the little B-cup tits were just as perky as he'd imagined them, and her ass was obviously the hard-earned consequence of countless hours on the treadmill.

"I did good?" Titsibell asked as Kyle leered at her selection.

"Damn straight you did." With an effort, he pried his eyes off of the greatest set of boobs his eyes had ever seen in the flesh and took stock of the steady procession of foot traffic walking by ignoring the display. "I don't suppose you could take us somewhere a little more, I dunno, private? Little gun shy here."

"What's a gun? Oh! Is that one of those things with all the little holes that grate cheese?"

"That's a cheese grater. A gun is... nevermind. Just... please?"

"Fine, fine." She grinned, sprinkling fairy dust down on the duo as she flew in a tight circle overhead. When the dust cleared, they were back in his bedroom, and his confidence surged.

"So she'll do whatever I say?" he asked Titsibell.

"She'll do whatever I make her do, which is basically whatever you want her to do," she replied. "Only thing she won't do is ask questions, because it gets ever-so-tiring to have to keep explaining things the whole time. 'How are you doing this, why me, who does your hair,' blah blah blah."

"Well, I think we ought to start with having her get me good and lubricated for her," he said, grinning. "With her mouth, to be clear."

Titsibell fluttered over and gave Tiffany the gentlest of pats on the head. The girl sank to her knees, oblivious to the fact she was doing so, as she said, "yeah right, I'll suck your dick in your wildest dreams, loser."

Then she started sucking his dick, and his wildest dream began to come true.

She wasn't great at it, to be sure – he'd watched a thousand blowjobs on the internet and he knew how the pros did it and how the amateurs did, and she was the latter. It was mechanical, just bobbing her head up and down and holding her tongue against the underside.

It was nonetheless incredible. This hot-ass stranger on her knees, blowing him even as she glared about it.

"Can you have her deep-throat me?" Kyle asked as he sat down on his bed, the girl knee-walking to follow him. His cock never left her mouth. Once they were in place, Titsibell perched on the girls shoulder and pushed on the back of her head and down, down, down she went on his shaft.

"Ew, what's that sound she's making?" Titsibell asked curiously.

"It's called a gag reflex. She's not used to having something down there."

"Well I hate it," the fairy said decisively. She tugged Tiffany's head back with a sprite-sized fist full of red hair, then tossed a pinch of dust into her open mouth.

Tiffany coughed and sputtered. "This is bullshit, you know, you can't just treat me like I'm some kind of fucking whore and just shove your gmmmmf!" Her sentence ended as Titsibell put her head back into its new rightful place, around Kyle's dick. Now, she slid down to put her lips all the way down at his base effortlessly, the tightness of her throat clenching snugly around his head, massaging it as she swallowed.

He had planned on using the blowjob as a warm-up, but it was just too much. "Here it comes, bitch!" he cried as he gave her tonsils a bath, coming harder than he'd ever come before. Her mouth didn't leave his cock until she'd swallowed every drop. Then his newfound fairy friend set down on his lap and flicked Tiffany's forehead with her middle finger. The girl fell on her butt like she'd been shoved, bouncing softly.

"That...! You...!" She stuttered. "I never swallow, asshole!"

"Titsy, can you have her thank me?"

The fairy giggled mirthfully and took hold of Tiffany's lips, working her mouth like the girl was a giant puppet. "Thank you so much, Kyle. I just loved sucking your dick. Your cum is the tastiest!" Every word was dripping with sarcasm, but he thought he preferred it to a feigned sincerity.

"Man. Now I just need a little bit of time to recuperate. Can you have her just wait in the... what?" He responded to Titsibell's odd look directly at his crotch. Lo and behold, there was his cock just as hard as it had ever been. "Wait, is that... permanent?"

"Oh, I just made it so you could be hard whenever you wanted on command, but if you just want it permanent..."

"No!" he interjected quickly. "On command is awesome, Titsy, thanks."

He returned his attention to Tiffany, sitting on the floor on her butt, frowning sulkily. "Now, Tiff, let's get to that sweet pussy of yours, shall we? Hmm. You know, I've kind of always wanted to try fucking a girl from behind, standing up, like, up against a wall? Could we do that?"

With a wave of the fairy's hand, Tiffany hopped up to her feet and stood near the widest open spot on the wall, feet shoulder-width apart, ass thrust out fetchingly. "You're the best," Kyle complimented.

"Better than you deserve," Tiffany said smugly.

"Not you, slut." He smiled at Titsibell, who curtsied in acknowledgment.

With that, Kyle came up behind the girl and took a boob in each hand, nestling his dick between her butt cheeks. He thrust his hips at her and shoved her up against the wall, and she turned her head to meet it with a cheek. Kyle went to slide into her, and...

Found out she was too short. Or he was too tall. Or whatever. Unless he was going to do this thing in a squat, it wasn't going to work. "Well shit," he griped. "I was looking forward to that."

"Say no more!" Titsibell chirped merrily. She applied a dose of her special dust, and slowly, Tiffany levitated into the air, inch by inch until her pussy – which was literally dripping wet, thanks to the fairy – was waiting right above his cock. With another gesture, she lowered down until she was floating at just the right height for Kyle to start pounding her little cunt.

So he did. With a frenzy of years of pent-up sexual frustration and who knew what kind of issues from his personal life, he pistoned into her like a six-hundred horsepower tractor engine. Tiffany couldn't help herself this time and just screamed out in ecstasy as he ravaged hererratically; Kyle was too focused on his own pleasure, which was more intense than anything he'd ever known. He fucked her like he owned her. Which, for the moment, he basically did. The redhead's petite body slammed up against the drywall over and over, creating a resounding thud that his new neighbors took to mean that the new tenant was going to be One Of Those.

After jerking off earlier and then the blowjob, he'd have thought he had little left in the tank – but then, he hadn't noticed Titsibell's little hands massaging their magic into his sack. When he emptied his balls into Tiffany's sopping cunt, it was like nothing he'd ever done before. When he pulled out, for a moment it was running out like a drippy faucet of cum.

Titsibell lowered her to the ground as Kyle caught his breath. After Tiffany did the same, one wouldn't have thought from her tone that she'd just been the recipient of a half-dozen consecutive orgasms. "You call that fucking? I've had it harder from guys half your size," she mocked. "Build-wise, I mean – I don't think there even are guys half your dick size."

Kyle arched an eyebrow. "I basically take possession of you as a sex toy, and you think taunting me is the way to go? Seriously? Are you, like, stupid or something?"

Titsibell was curious herself – this girl was daft, even for a human – so she put a little Truthification spell on her. Nothing serious, it'd wear off in a few hours. Probably. Whatever. She listened for Tiffany's response.

"I'm just lashing because I'm shallow and I only screw hotter and richer guys so I can feel good about myself. Men like you, I just tease," she said.

Kyle could tell just from the surprised look on her face that this was her compelled into honesty. "Wow. So did you really think my dick was small?" He didn't really care, but he was curious. Precious few women had been in a position to give feedback on the subject.

"No. I wouldn't have kept cumming like that if it was, now would I?" Ill-tempered, but honest.

"Hmm. Well that's too bad I'm not tiny, Tiffany, because I think you're kind of a bitch. So now, I'm going to fuck you like a bitch." Tiffany responded to a beckoning from Titsibell's index finger, dropping to hands and knees and crawling over to the bed, then sliding up into it. She remained on all fours, arching her back and thrusting out her tight little butt. Cum was still dribbling down her thighs.

Kyle climbed in behind her, and without hesitation squeezed his cock into her ass. It was a first time for both of them; her groaning in discomfort nearly drowned out his own moaning of bliss. Her pussy juices had him good and wet, the fairy's blessing had him good and hard, and her attitude had him good and feisty.

He drilled into her from behind, slowly working up a rhythm as she loosened her ass enough to allow him to. "Oh God, why did I ever pretend you were small?! You're ripping my fucking ass apart!" she wailed.

Seeing he rather liked her vocalizations, Titsibell prompted the girl to keep talking, and the more she complained, the more she bemoaned her situation, the more she cried out how she'd never had her ass fucked before... the more it spurred Kyle on. He pounded her ass like she'd wronged him in a past life. In time – minutes? hours? he couldn't say – he came for the fourth time that evening, again flooding her insides with an overdose of cum.

This time, when he pulled out, he decided not to get hard again. He just flopped back on his bed, panting, as Tiffany lie there face-down on his bedspread, ass in the air, cum leaking from both holes and noticeable on her breath, trembling.

"I think I'm good for now," Kyle said to Titsibell, who was presently finishing her raspberry on his desktop.

"You sure? She still has some holes you haven't gotten to yet."

Kyle looked between the two of them a moment. "She does?"

"Sure. The ears, that little indentation in her tummy."

He realized she was kidding – he hoped she was kidding, anyway – and laughed. "Naw, I'm good."

"Well all righty then, let's dump her back where we found her." In a shower of pixie dust, Tiffany faded away and suddenly was gone.

"Wait, so you just sent her back to the street corner?"

"Mmhm. Sure did."

"Naked? Cum leaking out of her every which way?"

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged, and Kyle decided this was hardly the time to start worrying about Tiffany's well-being. She'd be fine. Eventually.

"So how about you?" she asked solicitously.

"I feel... amazing. I've probably never felt this good in my whole life. Can I repay you somehow?"

"You just try not to get lonesome, tiger, and if you do, try to give me a head's up in advance."

He smiled. "Will do, Titsy."

She gave him a little peck on the cheek, and on impulse, he pinched her butt under her tunic as she turned around. Titsibell giggled, gave him a little wink, and was gone.