Stung

I sat on the lawn chair outside, in the backyard and remembered that day. Home from college, sipping coffee on that chair. I wore my pajamas, read the paper and looked at the nature around me. The backyard extended from the house about an acre and behind the yard was a small grove of pecan trees. It was summer. the pecans were forming, they would ripen in the fall.

My parents had gone to the shore for the weekend. I watched the house for them. Later I would mow their lawn. I was never the type of girl to have parties while they were gone and they knew that. I was a book worm, a nerd, sorority girls didn't interest me, just nature. I was studying to be a biologist, nature was my wheelhouse.

The cool breeze caressed my legs in the warm sun in this morning. I envied my parents going down to the shore. All the birds and the wildlife, one time at Hilton Head beach we saw an eagle. I had only seen eagles on television before because they nearly became extinct.

My parents hung a hummingbird feeder on the edge of the back porch. Hummingbirds were another bird that was endangered. They would beat their wings so fast, it would take a special camera just to see the black, transparent wings. Thus the name hummingbird, their wings beat so fast they would sound like a hum. The feeder was full of red liquid, which the hummingbirds loved. Wasps gathered around it too. I shewed the wasps away, careful not to get stung.

Then I saw a beautiful hummingbird approach the feeder that day. (I later found out he was a male). He was so special with his black head and long, black beak. His green body, white breast, captivated me immediately. I heard his wings flutter like a muted helicopter as he flew up to the feeder and drank the red, sugar water.

I saluted him, with my coffee cup, raised it up to the magnificent bird, who fluttered in and out of the feeder. No other hummingbirds were around.

He saw me and flew down toward me. Again, I saluted him with my coffee cup as he hovered at the end of my chair. His wings beating so fast I couldn't see them, I only felt a slight breeze. He came up to my face and I swear he had a twinkle in his eye, then he moved to the back of my chair.

The hummingbird began to change before my eyes. Slowly at first, his body grew at the end of my chair. His tiny feet turned into legs, he white and green feathers fell off him like rain, as he beat his wings so fast, the wings vibrated in the air.

As shed his white breast feathers and his green body feathers, I saw a man's chest emerge from the feathers. He became a man before my eyes. Was he an enchanted hummingbird or some kind of alien I never knew?

I stood up before him out of my chair and looked into his dark eyes. They gleamed with excitement. I had no fear, only curiosity for this strange creature before me. An anatomically correct male in every way except for his black face and long beak.

But, then he looked away as if distracted by something, " Oh no, please don't go away, " I yelled as I wrapped my arms around him, under his beating wings to keep him there.

That's when he plunged into me, his penis penetrated my pajama pants, right into me. He hit my G-spot immediately with his long penis. His wings beat even faster if that was possible, they beat in time with the rhythm that he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around him to keep him there, which he seemed to enjoy.

I held onto him as long as I could. The ecstasy was making me lose my grip and my consciousness. I knew I'd never have this feeling again. I wanted to revel in every minute of it, but eventually I fell to the ground.

I woke up in the middle of the afternoon on the ground in front of the chair. My coffee cup was spilled, lying next to my chair. I thought it was a dream until I saw my ripped pajama pants. Ripped by his penis. Then I saw a hummingbird fly to the feeder with a twinkle in his eye. I hope it was good for him too.

Many times I revisited that house and that hummingbird feeder, but I never saw him again.