Fairy Encounter: In the Woods

   Bart considered himself a manly man, the kind of guy who despite not being able to grow a beard or much in the way of body hair for that matter had the frame of a body builder. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he does have very well defined muscles on his arms, legs, chest, and abs. Every so often during the summer he would take a few days off of work to go camping by himself; and this is one such occasion. He got a whole week off from work thanks to the warehouse shutting down for new equipment and he wasn’t going to waist it. It had been a hot and humid summer, not that it bothered him much just meant keeping his neck shaved, and his hair wasn’t long, nor was it really short, just an average man’s hairstyle. His friends used to tell him he looked less like a warehouse worker and more like someone who does adds in a magazine.

 

    The day had wandered off on him at his campsite, which was far away from any others; in fact there is a good chance no one is supposed to be out in this area. But he can’t stand the illusion of going camping, the crowded camping areas, the pre-made fire pits, fishing spots, and hiking trails. No he has something to prove to himself, that he is a real man. Although he does of course take his cell phone, compass, tent, bear repellent, and other essentials like spare clothes and cook ware; he’s no idiot. He’s done this several times before, usually on just weekends to get away from the city and the people.

 

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    The chirping of crickets, the hooting of owls, and other assorted noises of various woodland creatures fills the night air as Bart sleeps in his nice cozy tent, unaware of another noise the sound of a zipper. He is awakened slightly from his deep sleep and incomprehensible dream, something about a purple cartoon dog working at a factory and having trouble with the brakes on his van, by a mosquito bite sensation on his lower lip. Without opening his eyes he tries to swat at it; yet…his arm does not move. Nothing moves, his eyes won’t even open. He panics momentarily before his awakening mind tells him it must be (sleep paralysis) and it will pass, after all if it were some venomous snake or something he’d be in a lot more pain than…he decides to panic again as he can feel his body suddenly being dragged free from the tent by his legs.

 

   Bart is so glad he sleeps with his clothes on out here in case of an emergency as he is dragged by what feels like a rope around his ankles over the dirt and debris for what feels like some distance. Another rope which he could have sworn he didn’t feel as he was being dragged pulls him up by his torso and lets him loose against a log just enough that his head and upper torso would be propped up.

 

   A stinging in his eyes and the invasion of light and he can see again, or rather his eyes can open again. His body is still paralyzed, not even able to struggle with the addition of that odd feeling of being tied up yet he sees no rope, nor whoever it was that dragged him out here away from his camp site; there is however an odd feeling like some small animal crawling around just out of sight under his shirt messing with his belt. Thanks to the position he is propped up in he can see a slight bulge of some very small creature even smaller than a squirrel yet larger than any bug he knows about out here moving around just under his loose fitting sleep shirt. While this is distracting he realizes his camp site is visible from the corner of his eye, his eyes can move even if nothing else will obey him. He could have sworn he was dragged further than…*snap*, he feels his belt being cut in half and hang loose. What he sees next is unbelievable, a tiny woman no more than six inches tall wearing folded leaves for a skirt and around her chest with a pair of lacey insect wings crawls out from his shirt and holds a tiny sword aloft while standing on his belt like she has just slain a dragon.

 

  The fairy for lack of a better word turns and smiles at him, not surprised in the least that he has regained his sight; Bart has no doubt that somehow this is what dragged him out of his tent, and paralyzed him, allowing him sight. Thanks to his pure Irish grandmother he has heard all sorts of horror stories about the fae folk; naturally he just chalked them all up to typical fairytales growing up; but this is reality. The tiny woman then slices the button off his jeans and grabbing the zipper walks backwards over his scrotum to unzip him, she trips and falls between his legs. He tinkling sound when she flies back up is beautiful. She flies over his waist and makes a waving sound to something he can’t see out in the woods, and his jeans are then pull from his legs by what feels like ropes with hooks of some sort, he wanders when the fairy had taken his shoes off as he didn’t feel it. His jeans are pulled down to his ankles leaving his barely hairy legs and underwear covered  crotch exposed to the elements. He has to admit the feeling of her tiny feet walking on his legs and around his crotch is oddly kind of nice. She is clearly thinking of something as she looks at his boxers. First she walks over his cloth covered prick making it jostle and grow slightly. The little fairy smiles and looks right into his eyes. He winces as much as he can thanks to some control coming back to his face, not enough to speak but enough to open his mouth to breath and express, as the fairy drags her sword just over his tender flesh cutting a hole in his boxers around his cock and balls. She takes the cloth and sniffs it before flying off to his side and pinning it down with some pebbles.

 

   The fairy then lands on his abdomen between his eyes and his exposed cock. The fairy looks at him and starts to sway her body, undulating like a snake, thrusting her chest, dipping, it’s a belly dance, a sexy belly dance. He can’t help but grow hard, despite her size she is an attractive fully grown woman, and it’s kind of like looking at the women on a small television screen like the one he brings with him on occasion on these trips when he knows it will be a bit rainy. He can almost hear the exotic music in his head as she dances and especially when she takes her top off exposing her tiny, yet clearly B or C cup for her size breasts. His cock is now at full attention. The fairy turns and does a kind of pole dance with his cock even though its thicker around than she is and an inch taller, it’s like a girl trying to pole dance on a tree, still hot though to him as she rubs her breasts against him and kisses and licks on his shaft, the tiny attention brings him as hard as he’s ever been.

 

   The fairy stops her dance and leaps up onto his cock from the scrotum side holding it with her miniscule body weight and flying a little to keep it straight as she wraps her legs around the rim of the cock head, her leaf skirt scratching him a bit. She pries the hole’s lips, something he never thought to call the unnoticeable flaps of skin around his piss hole before, open with her tiny hands and licks and softly chews around the hole. The sensation is unlike anything he’s ever felt before, it kind of tickles as well as being arousing. As she is doing this her hips are gyrating like thrusts against his cockhead and her feet tickling the back of his circumcised rim. The tiny fairy is rewarded with some precum which she greedily sucks up.

 

   After he salty meal the fairy gets a mischievous look on her tiny face. She flies off his fully erect cock and lands near his abdomen. She makes a motion at his cock and it feels like it’s being pulled down by an invisible tiny rope and pinned against his side. She turns her back to him and looking over her shoulder with a smile removes her leaf skirt. He stares at her perfect peach of an ass, and almost laughs at the thought of a peach shaped ass smaller than a peach. She grabs the sides of his cock head, her fingers gripping the sensitive tiny folds on it as she thrusts her hips at his dick. He wanders what she is doing until he can feel it, a slight something, something kind of needle like rubbing against the inside of his dick. The fairy is making excited tinkle sounds which remind him of the rhythm of heavy breathing when he…and it finally dawns on him, wide eyed as he looks at the little fairy fucking his dick like it were a pussy. He would almost laugh at the thought that not only did he encounter a fairy, a fairy that decided to molest him, but also it was a transvestite or transsexual fairy at that. The sensation inside his dick suddenly grows thicker, and it actually makes his body shake, like he is receiving many tiny orgasms. He can’t believe this is actually making him rise towards cumming, before he can however the tiny fairy lets out a loud ringing sound and stops. She just came, came inside his dick.

 

   She stops, leaving him blue balled as flies up towards his face, up close he can see she has a pussy and a dick, an overly well endowed for her size dick, it makes him think it’s no wander she goes after bigger game. His smile makes her face light up and she dance about, he realizes he just made a mistake. Next thing he knows his mouth is being propped open by that invisible force. She actually crawls inside; he is terrified for a moment that she might go down his throat. However she stops and straddles his tongue gyrating her hips near the tip as she holds onto his lower teeth. He can taste the salty sweetness of her pussy on his tongue as she essentially gets off on his taste buds rubbing against her pussy. She then lies down on his tongue hugging it and gyrates her once again erect cock on it, the taste buds rubbing and forming a cushioned hugging blanket around its edges as she humps his tongue. Its not long before he can taste her salty cum on his tongue, not unlike his own mucus, although the fact his mind is distracted a moment later as to whether or not that counted as him giving a blowjob or something with no term for it puzzles him.

 

  She flies free of his mouth and crawls down his shirt, as his mouth returns to normal. She licks on his nipple making it erect, something only his girlfriend had ever managed to do. He can feel her under his shirt biting on his nipple a little painfully before straddling it and rubbing her pussy on it. She seems to get frustrated and gives up trying to fuck his nipple and continues down back to his still fully erect cock begging for attention. She straddles his tied down cock and rides on it, rubbing herself against the folds in his skin and cumming on his dick. Her fairy cock is once again erect and like before she grabs the sides of his cock head and plunges in. It’s that same erotic tickling feeling, not enough to make him cum anything more than precum but this alone gets her excited as she screams out her tinkle sounds and goes at his cock like a wild beast possessed fucking him for she’s worth. She collapses in his cock, spent, even with her still erect member buried into his shaft. She gives his cock hole a few more thrusts as she rubs the side of his dick with her hands and kisses it, as though playfully cuddling a lover.

 

 

   She pulls her spent dick free from his not spent cock. Bart can’t believe he feels disappointed as she puts her leaf clothes back on. She flies down and collects up the piece of cloth she cut from his underwear, collects her sword, and flies up looking him in the face. He tries for a smile, at which point she tenderly kisses the tip of his nose and vanishes in a blast of white light. He awakens inside his tent in the morning, thinking it was just a dream, that is until he sees that his jeans are missing, his shoes are missing, and his boxers have a huge hole cut in them. The fairy must have decided to steal his jeans and shoes for some reason. Thankfully he brought spares of both just in case those got wet or damaged while out hiking. But still, this means it really happened. He looks at the tent flap that failed to keep out the diminutive sex offender and laughs not sure how to react to what happened last night.