Ron had stood me up again last night, and this morning I was in my bedroom, crying my eyes out. "Boys are so stupid!" I told myself aloud, "Maybe I need my fairy godmother to come and fix my sex life!"
Suddenly a voice spoke to me out of thin air, "Hello Selena, this is your lucky day!"
"What? Who are you? Where are you?" I looked wildly around for the source of the voice.
"I'm right here. Just because I'm invisible doesn't make me less real. I am your Fairy Godmother, and you have now called me the magic number of 749 times. You want me to fix your sex life? You get one specific wish. Now think carefully."
This was nuts, but I did as the voice said. I thought so long that the voice started to hum the Jeopardy theme, and I almost said I wished she would be quiet. Finally I said, "I wish to know the magic word that from now on whenever I say it to somebody they will instantly get so turned on that they will do absolutely anything to have sex with me."
The voice answered, "There are two such words, but you only asked for one so you only get one. One works only on males, the other on females. Which one do you want to know?"
I certainly wasn't ready for THAT question! But I thought fast. Ron is an ass, and my 3 stupid selfish boyfriends before him. Maybe, just maybe... "The female one." I said abruptly. This whole thing was crazy anyway and it probably wouldn't work.
"Done!" The voice cried, "Now listen carefully because I'm only going to say this once. The word is .... Koalichipponiere!" In spite of the fact that I didn't believe any of this, I leaped to my desk and wrote the word down on a bit of scrap paper.
"Thank-you Fairy Godmother!" I said, but there was no answer. She was gone. Was it real? I had to know. I was so confused, I decided to go for a walk to figure it all out. It was a wonderful warm summer morning, and as I strolled along under the oaks and maples that shade our neighborhood, I noticed one of our neighbors named Rita. She is a small, slim professional type, and she was just stepping out of the shiny black BMW she drives. "Good morning, Rita!" I called, then I impulsively added, "Have you ever heard of Koalichipponiere?"
Rita looked up at me, "Oh, Hi Selena. Why don't you come into the house? There's something I want to talk to you about." She had never invited me into her home before, and I began to get excited, wondering if the charm was really working. Rita led me into a plush parlour and motioned for me to sit in a lovely antique chaise-lounge. I hardly had a chance to lean back when she shed the jacket of her smart business suit and began to unbutton her blouse. "Selena," she began, "There's something I want you to know. I've seen you around the neighborhood hundreds of times, but until now I've never had the courage to tell you how beautiful you are. I love you, Selena. I want you. Please take me."
Wow! It really was a magic word! Rita pulled her blouse free of her skirt and off her shoulders, exposing lovely cone-shaped breasts in an expensive lace bra. She reached behind her back, and moments later her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a lace thong that matched both her bra and the tops of her hose. Her hands went behind her back to unhook her bra, but I decided to find out just how far this magic thing would go. "Stop!" I commanded, as suddenly I realized that I had no idea of where I wanted this encounter to go. I had spoken the magic word on impulse, and now I would have to live up to its power.
I paused to stare at Rita's lovely body clad only in her lacy lingerie. "I think you look nice, dressed just as you are." I told her as I reclined on the chaise. "But what do you really want?"
"I want you, you beautiful girl! Isn't that obvious?"
"So?" I answered, "I want your BMW, but that doesn't mean you are ready to give it to me."
To my utter astonishment, the ultra-yuppy professional woman turned on her spike heel and dashed out her front door, clad only in her skimpy lingerie. A minute later, she was back, with her vehicle license form, and was filling out the transfer-of-ownership slip at the bottom of the paper. She held it out, showing me her signature there, and told me, "Just make me cum, as I know only you can, and my car is yours!"
Holy Shit! Just over an hour ago I was pissed off at Ron, and here was a woman wanting to have sex with me, and all because of a stupid impulse when I was hallucinating about a fairy godmother. But the deal was clear. To get the car, I was going to have to give her one helluva orgasm, or maybe keep her cumming until she begged me to stop.
Still unsure of myself, I slowly rose from the chaise, "Wouldn't you like me better naked?" Rita dropped to her knees on the plush carpet of her parlour, and attacked me with a mania I never would have believed of a woman who showed such public restraint. My running shoes and socks went sailing anywhere, then her hands were at the snap and zipper of my jeans. She tore them down my legs, and seconds later my plain cotton panties followed. Less than a minute later, my lumberjack shirt and sports bra were flung aside, to be found later if later ever came.
"Oh Selena!" Rita gushed, "You are even more lovely than I had ever imagined! Please, take me, and make me yours!"
Well, the one thing I knew for sure about sex was that boys always want to do it until they squirt, and then it's all over. I wasn't going to do that to Rita. So I wrapped her in my arms, and whispered in her ear, "Ssshhh. Don't talk. Just let me do it for you. Rita is only about 5'4" tall, and her heels add 3" to that, so she came almost up to my 5'9". But I am about 130 lbs, and easily outweighed her, so I guided her over to the end of her long, narrow teak coffee table and laid her out on it. Rita, almost shaking with excitement, closed her eyes in an attitude of total surrender.
The woman's thighs were parted, so her shins could hang over opposite sides of the coffee table. I knelt at the end of the table between her parted thighs, and leaned forward to nibble at the naked flesh above the elastic lace at the tops of her hose. Rita moaned, anxious that I would lick my way up toward her visibly damp panties. But that would have to wait. Instead, I began to lick her inner thighs, alternating from leg to leg, and every once in a while I took the lace tops of her stockings between my teeth and tugged them a bit farther down her legs.
I kept on looking up at Rita's crotch, watching the wet spot in her panties spread. She was writhing and kicking a bit, especially by the time I removed her shoes, then drew her hose down over her heels and off her toes. The pitch of her voice and the shaking of her body increased as I began to suck her toes. "Please don't tease me!" she moaned as my tongue slid wetly between one toe and the next. "I need you now!"
Rita began to sit up, and I guessed she wanted to grab me and make me eat her pussy, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I grabbed her nylons and ran to the other end of the coffee table, where she was already propped up on her elbows. "Oh, no you don't!" I told her. "This is MY party!" I pulled one arm out from under Rita, and she fell back on the coffee table. I used one of her stockings to tie her arm down to a leg of the table, then quickly repeated the process with the other nylon on her other arm. With both her arms stretched up past her head, then bent at the elbow and tied firmly to the table legs, Rita was at my mercy.
I stood and smiled down at my ultra-yuppy-cool neighbor, "You just wait there for a moment." Then I walked out of her parlour, and within seconds I had found her kitchen, and half a minute later I managed to locate a pair of scissors.
Rita's range of vision was limited as I returned to her parlour. Mostly, she could just stare at the ceiling, so I decided to give her a nicer view. Spreading my legs far enough to straddle the coffee table, I stood with my perineum right above her nose. I just stood still for a moment, letting her stare up at my ass, my pussy, my clit.
Slowly I bent over to make eye contact with Rita, knowing that soon a few drops of my own excitement would drip down onto her lips. Then I reached for one of the points of her Madonna-style cone bra, and grabbed it firmly, expecting it to be filled with padding. But Rita's gasp was obviously real, and I realized that she wore that ridiculous bra because her hard nipples needed the extra room to avoid being squashed into her breasts. This was going to be even better than I thought.
I rolled Rita's nipple between my fingers, through the lace of her bra, and she let out as sound rather like "awwwwgggghhhh!" So I pulled up hard on the point of her bra, stretching it far beyond the point where her nipple could have been stretched. Rita's eyes bulged as I brought the scissors into view, then with one snip I cut the point of her bra cup off. The remaining stretch lace snapped back into place, leaving a perfectly circular hole with her nipple thrust through. The pink aureole was not large, but the nipple thrust up almost an inch. Swiftly, I pulled the other bra cup up even farther, and Snip!, an even bigger hole appeared in Rita's other bra cup. What could I do but dive down and start to suck at those luscious lumps. Everyone always says that her lover's nipples are like pencil erasers. Not Rita's! They were more like pink tulip bulbs, aching to explode into flower. They swelled up hugely under the attack of my mouth. As I sucked and nibbled at them they swelled and became an angry red.
At the same time, my smaller naked tits hung down into Rita's hungry mouth. I don't know how long we kept on sucking each other's nipples, and I could have kept on going forever, but as Rita was shifting from sucking one nipple to another, she moaned the single word, "Down!" I was more than ready to oblige the classy, but horny woman. I started to lick my way down her chest and over her belly, sliding like a snake with my flicking tongue leading the way. I paused to try to suck her insides out through her navel, and she practically screamed, "Down! More Down!"
Just to tease my victim, my tongue veered to the left to probe the spot where her upper thigh met her bronzed tummy. It slid under the edge of her thong, where I discovered a very distinct tan line. Clearly Rita was into getting a deep, rich tan; but was not the sort of woman who could bring herself to go completely nude. "Down! More Down!" seemed to be all she could say.
With my scissors still in my right hand, I was ready to oblige. My left hand reached for the exact center of the wet spot of her panties, and pulled the crotch of her thong away from her body. I carefully positioned my scissors right at the outer edge of the wet spot. SNIP! The crotch of her thong was gone. "Ohhhh!" Rita cried out, and I decided I was tired of hearing her. This was my show. So I took the girlie-juice saturated scrap of lace in my hand and reached back between my thighs to stuff it between her lips. As I had hoped, she instantly began sucking her own fluids from the lace, and her voice subsided.
I looked back at her crotch, where the lace thong had been instantly transformed into a ragged, useless garter belt. The crotch no longer existed, and I found myself staring at a puffy pink pussy, surrounded by creamy white skin that abruptly turned to deep tan.
There was not a trace of pussy hair in sight. Well, you can imagine I dove right in. I went mad, sucking at Rita's clit and slurping at her cunt. All the while, I could only hear the sound of "Mrrrmmmppphhh!"
Was it the smell of her cunt cream, or the taste of her vaginal opening, or the slickery feeling of her slit on my tongue? I don't know. All I know is that I gobbled Rita's pussy like a madwoman as she writhed under my ministrations. I could feel her trying to mash her face into my pussy, but her tongue was still blocked by her own pussy-juice soaked bit of lace.
Rita's cunt became a well-spring, a source of delight, as I sucked every bit of her juices, in between nibbling on her engorged clit. I dipped my finger into her vagina to get it covered in lubricating fuck-fluid, before I slid it into her ass. She kept trying to scream, and to press her face into my pussy as I hovered over her, but was unable to get her tongue past the lace that filled her mouth.
Finally, Rita let forth a totally unintelligible shreik, just as a final gush of pussy juice erupted from her abused vagina. Carefully and lovingly I licked up all of her spending, even that which had pooled on the coffee table. Then I stood up, moved to untie the stockings that had held her arms, and looked down at her. Was she conscious? I don't know. But she had a beatific smile of total satisfaction on her face, that told me I had fulfilled my end of the bargain.
So I gathered up my far-flung clothes and dressed myself. Just to make sure Rita didn't choke, I removed the cum-and-saliva soaked bit of lace from her mouth and laid it as precisely as I could over her pussy. Then I took the transfer-of-ownership along with the rest of her vehicle registration, and left Rita lying there on her coffee table, as I drove off in my shiny almost-new black BMW.
If you want to make a suggestion about how I should use the magic word next, please e-mail me at SelenaAnders@yahoo.com