"wood You Believe It?"

New to town, Lizzie had heard firsthand that the bustling farmers' market held every Friday was not to be missed. Her eyes danced over the vibrant hues of fresh vegetables, fruit, and homemade items. As she passed each stall, the vendors playfully bantered with her, enticing her into buying their items. She would shake her head no and call "Maybe next week". Today she wanted to take in the atmosphere and enjoy the warm glow on her bare shoulders from the summer sun.

A gentle breeze made the light fabric of her dress flutter like butterfly wings. A gust would hit her loose dress making it soar high enough to show off her lacy panties. Each time it did Lizzie would hear cheers from behind her. She had no idea why all the men kept smiling at her and giving her the thumbs up. Everyone in her new city was so friendly.

Turning down the next aisle, she spotted a stall with artisan handcrafted items. Two men shared the same stall. On the near side, an old man hawked custom picture frames. On the far side, a display of carvings took up the balance of the table. A younger woodworker in a red and black plaid shirt sat on a hard chair working on a carving. The guy was cute. No, she rethought, he was fucking handsome in a woodsy way. She marveled at the way he quickly and easily shaped the wood. All of his carvings were animals. Realistic.

Lizzie stopped. A cute rabbit on the table caught her interest. Never shy to start a conversation she stepped under the striped awning and approached him. "Hi, I'm Lizzie!" she bubbled caressing the bunny in one hand and holding out her other one in greeting to the carver. "You're very talented!" What's your name? I love the bunny! Does he have a name? How did you make him look so real?" Lizzie came across as a bit of a bimbo without the good sense of being afraid of strangers. In her mind, everyone wanted to be her friend.

The man's green eyes met hers in an appraising manner. The young girl rambling on was very pretty. Not beautiful or stunning, but above ordinary. He lifted his reading glasses onto his forehead and stood up. Her small hand disappeared in his calloused one. Even though she was small in stature, she was over the top "bubbly".

"Name's Troy," he said. He smirked at the way she stuffed herself into her dress. She had the zipper part way down on her sleeveless dress exposing the tops of her young creamy breasts. She noticed his lewd attention but it didn't seem to faze her.

"You've got a good eye, Lizzie. That bunny is a magical charmer. Just like you." She giggled and blushed a bit. Troy was thrilled that young girls these days didn't seem to wear bras anymore. It made assessing them so much easier and more fun. And this one seemed more naive than most.

The compliment went straight to her head. She giggled and blushed more deeply as he checked out her boobs again. "Thanks, Troy! I love bunnies. He's so... cute! Just like... you! Oh, my, god! I have to stop saying things that pop into my head! I sound like such a ditz."

Embarrassed, she concentrated on the carved wood rabbit. "I love it!" she exclaimed, "how did you make it so smooth?" She admired the intricate details. Tipping it upside down she shrieked. "Oh, my, god!" she giggled. "He has a tiny pee-pee! You gave him a tiny cock!"

Troy chuckled. His eyes gleamed at her innocence. "That's what makes it special," he said. "Every piece I make has a little secret, a bit of life's humor carved into it." He was still holding her hand in his. Gently, he pulled her closer until she had to bend over his table. His eyes took in the tops of her creamy flesh. "If you lift him to your lips and lick his tiny cock the right way, all your dreams will come true."

A groan from the other side of the stall made Lizzie turn to the left. The old man was watching with a smirk, his eyes full of knowing. He winked at her. "Go on," he encouraged. "It's part of Troy's magical charm. Give it a lick," he laughed. "I'm sure that's exactly what Troy wants you to do."

"Really?" she asked innocently looking back at Troy. "Is that what you want me to do?"

Lizzie seemed to have no clue the remark was inappropriate. Or that bending over the table gave him a better view of the swell of her breasts. The sexual innuendo went over her head. She was ripe to be taken advantage of. He lowered his voice. "Lizzie, do you want to know a secret? But, you have to promise not to tell anyone?"

Lizzie jumped up and down in her excitement, making her breasts bounce. "Yes! I love secrets!" Then she frowned. "Sometimes I can't keep them though. But I'll try real hard!" she exclaimed with a bright grin and a gleam of innocence in her eyes.

Looking at his stall-mate Troy gave him a wink. "You see, Lizzie, my friend is correct. Magic happens when you lick his tiny cock. Good things happen. But it must be done in private. When no one is watching otherwise it won't work. And if your intentions are pure, you'll get whatever you wish for." His eyes returned to her breasts. She brought the bunny closer to her face, examining the tiny appendage. He thought she was going to do it when she licked her lips.

"Wow! That's so cool! And all I have to do is lick his tiny cock? " Lizzie exclaimed. "I didn't know magic was real! I watched the Harry Potter movie, but I always thought it was fake! Are you like a wizard or something? Can you fly?"

Putting a finger against his lips he leaned closer. "Shh, we don't want everyone to know. Come around the table and we can go in the back to quietly talk."

A giggle escaped her lips. "Okay! This is so cool!" She stepped behind the table eager to hear more. Troy put his arm around her shoulder and rubbed her soft skin. He motioned to Rollie who was shaking his head in disbelief. "Take care of things for me, Rollie."

With a soft squeeze, he directed her out the back of the tent. The door on his trailer was open. "Let's go in here." She didn't seem to be afraid when he guided her inside. Now, he had her alone.

The trailer was lined with shelves on both sides. Chunks of raw wood along with past carvings sat side by side. An axe and chainsaw rested against the far wall. At the front of the long trailer was a double bed.

Lizzie took in her surroundings. "Is this your home? You live here? Where do you go to the bathroom? She looked up at Troy with wide eyes then back at the bed and frowned.

"Well, sort of," he laughed. "I do when I go out in the bush looking for wood to carve. That's why I have a bed in here."

"Oh! That makes perfect sense! I thought maybe you were trying to get me alone to do some sex thing? Crazy! Right?"

He relaxed. Crisis averted. "Yeah, crazy," he laughed. "Now, Lizzie, remember what I said about purity of intentions? That's very important for the magic to work."

"Um, I don't know what that means. Do you need to know if I'm a virgin? I'm not, you know. I've only been with two guys. But I don't have a boyfriend right now. Oh, my goodness! Listen to me go on! I almost told you I like to suck cock," She covered her eyes and moaned. "Oh, god! I just did!"

Biting the inside of his cheek he gave her an astonished look. It was the only way he could stop the laughter from bursting out. This girl was one in a million.

"Don't worry, I will keep your secret," he laughed. Turning serious, which was near impossible, he gave a little cough to clear his thoughts.

"Lizzie, what I say must stay between us. Do I have your word to keep my secret?"

She was looking at the bed again. He turned her to face him, placing both hands on her bare shoulders. He looked into her soft blue eyes. Something there made him hesitate for the briefest of a second. Then the heave of her chest distracted him from her eyes.

"Gosh! This is so cool! Is this a magic trailer?" Lizzie's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I swear, Troy, I won't tell anyone! Cross my heart and hope to die. But I don't want to die. It's just an expression, right? If I accidentally tell someone will I die? Now, I'm scared!"

Troy's smile grew wider in the coolness of the shade. She was a bigger bimbo than he originally thought. Suddenly he worried she might be underage. "Relax, Lizzie, how old are you?"

"Eighteen," she said, proudly. "Some people think I'm much younger. I must have a baby face or something." Lizzie beamed at him, blissfully unconcerned that he was looking down the front of her dress. "I'm starting my first year at college next month. I hope the subjects won't be hard. No one expected "Ditzy Lizzie" to attend college!" she giggled.

Troy relaxed. She was young and gullible, but not jailbait. "Well, Lizzie, you're the perfect age for my magic. You're old enough to understand the importance of a promise and young enough to believe in the impossible." He paused. Her breasts were right below his nose. So close, so tempting. He leaned his forehead on hers to get a better look. "Close your eyes, I'm scanning your brain to see if I'm safe telling you my secrets."

She let out a little giggle. "Of course, I'm safe, silly. Can you scan my brain that way? If you see something serious let me know. I hope you don't though. I don't want to have a disease or something."

Troy took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders forward. Her dress buckled allowing him to see her bare plump breasts. She had beautiful pink nipples. Long and thick. "Amazing," he groaned trying to control his cock. "I think I can trust you. But I need to make sure."

With her eyes closed Lizzie felt his hands pull the zipper down on the front of her dress. "Is this part of the magic?" she softly whispered. He seemed to be in deep concentration by the sound of his groans. His nose brushed against her neck and his hot breath tickled her skin making her giggle. It felt weird but nice to have him so close. "Am I okay?" she asked, concerned that he seemed to have gone stiff. His dark hair muffled her voice.

"Mmm," Troy murmured. His face had gravitated between her luscious tits. They were full and ripe and begging to be tasted. He lowered the zipper even more. Lizzie gasped in surprise, her eyes shooting open. "Shh, Lizzie, this is the most important part of the test." He took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking hard

"Oh!" Lizzie exclaimed at the sudden event unfolding. "Do I need to keep my eyes closed? I don't want to break my promise to you. I don't know diddly about magic. This must be an important test! You're sucking extra hard!" She placed her hands on the back of his neck for support. The stubble of his day-old beard rubbed against her breast tissue. "Am I worthy, Troy?" she asked. "You're making me feel funny in my tummy. Are you performing magic on me?"

Troy came up for air expecting her to start screaming. Her face was scrunched up in worry. She believed every false word he spewed out. He decided to see how far he could push her. "Lizzie, I have good news and bad news." He took a nipple in each of his fingers and gave them a quick pinch. She didn't flinch or seem to care that he was molesting her breasts. She wanted to hear the news.

"I hate bad news," she frowned. "Is it real bad, or just sort of bad?" She looked down at his hands fondling her breasts. "Are you still doing your magic thing? My nipples are very sensitive, especially when you pinch them like that. My last boyfriend liked to do that. It makes me feel good. You know, between my legs. I broke up with him because he wanted me to do weird things with other people. That's not my thing. I like boys, not girls." She stopped and looked at him. "Did I say too much? Sometimes I don't know when to stop. Especially if I'm nervous. I must be nervous to say all those private things."

Troy's mind raced with possibilities. He could hardly believe his luck. Lizzie was the most naive and oblivious girl he had ever met. "It's okay to be nervous. My fingers are trained to relieve stress," he said with a straight face. "You're breasts are perfect for my magic. Look at the way your nipples react when I pinch them."

Lizzie nodded. "They are," she agreed. "Sometimes, I used to let my boyfriend bite them. Not hard. But hard enough to make my bum wiggle around."

Troy's eyes lit up at her confession. He didn't wait for permission. Leaning down and took her nipple into his mouth again. This time he gave her nips little nips. She gasped and her knees buckled. He held her steady with his free hand around her waist. Sure enough, her bum started tweaking. He kept going, switching back and forth between her tits. He wanted to keep going, switching back and forth between her tits but her loud moans threatened to attract attention.

"Shh," he whispered, giving her nipple one last bite. "Keep it down, or the magic won't work." He looked at her in wonder. "Lizzie, I trust you completely. And I assume you must feel the same way to let me perform these... tests on you."

Lizzie nodded. "I do. I'm so relieved! Is that the good news?"

"The good news is you're more than worthy. I can feel your energy at my fingertips. You're breasts are soft and firm, but they are not the only window into your soul. Lizzie, I think you are the one I have been looking for." What he meant was she would be this year's fuck toy. He picked a new girl each year, an innocent college girl far from home and vulnerable.

Lizzie felt a thrill run through her body. "Really? You think I'm special?" His approval radiated on her face. Troy's words seemed to validate her existence. "I can feel my cheeks getting warm." She put his hand over her heart. "See, it's fluttering at the thought of being chosen for something magical. Am I going to be like your helper? Your apprentice?"

"Maybe. But the bad news is magic requires a... a special bond." He was getting harder by the second. "A bond formed through a... a shared experience."

"Oh, okay," she agreed. "I like the way you squeeze my breasts. I have no idea what you mean. But I trust you. Do I have to lick the rabbit's cock now? I want that magical bunny to work for me. What kind of shared experience do we need? I'm ready, whatever it is!" she giggled. "I can't believe how lucky I am to find you!"

Troy took a deep breath. Unable to hide his look of disbelief or laughter. "The experience is... intimate. It's a secret shared between only the sorcerer and his... assistant. It's a bond formed through a special kind of... magic." He lowered the zipper to her belly button. "You need to be naked for the magic to be at its strongest." He let the words sink into her trusting mind. Unsure if she would fall for his ruse.

Lizzie's eyes widened slightly. "Naked? Like, all the way? Even my panties? My boyfriend liked looking at my naked body. He took lots of pictures and videos. But you're not my boyfriend. Is being your assistant the same thing as a boyfriend?" she asked giving him a curious look.

"That's exactly what it's like," Troy exclaimed quickly. "Think of me as your boyfriend."

"Okay! That makes me feel much better! Do you think we should close the door on the trailer? Someone passing by might get the wrong idea and think we are doing sex stuff. Not magic stuff."

Troy nodded solemnly. "Good thinking, Lizzie. That would be unprofessional of me. That's very smart of you!" He closed the trailer door.

The smile on Lizzie's face couldn't be bigger. "You think I'm smart? No one has ever told me that before. You're way more handsome than any of her past boyfriends. Do you want to take my dress off or should I? I think you should! It's only..." She stopped in midsentence. "Oh, no! What if you don't like what you see?" she said, suddenly self-conscious. "What if my naked body turns you off? Now I'm super nervous!"

"Lizzie, I'm a magician. I've seen all kinds of beauty," Troy reassured her. "Your beauty is... special. It's more than just how you're put together. I sensed that when I sucked on your nipples." He stepped closer. "It would be my pleasure to help you undress." He gently peeled the dress off her shoulders. It slid down her body to pool around her ankles. She was naked except for a pair of pink lacy underwear. She had a small waist and hips like a dancer or athlete. He turned her around to see her from behind. "Hmm," he murmured, taking in the roundness of her butt.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed spinning around. "My bum is too big, right? I've been trying to lose weight for a year now. Please, Troy, don't make me leave!" She threw herself into his arms hugging him tightly. "I promise to be a good assistant! I'll do everything you say! You won't regret it!"

Her bare breasts squished into his chest. It almost made him feel guilty. Almost. "It's okay, Lizzie," he soothed her. "Your butt is... perfect for the magic to work. The bond will be even stronger because of it." He caressed her back until he sensed her relaxing. "I'm going to slide my hands down to your ass and inside your fancy panties. See, I'm feeling your energy already!" He lifted her chin. "Kiss me, Lizzie. Like you're my assistant. That's what a magician's assistant does."

The fear in her eyes vanished. Lizzie nodded. A smile played on her lips. Like she had won a battle he didn't know about. "Can I suck your tongue? I like to do that. It's almost like sucking a... cock." She stopped herself. "I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm a big blabbermouth. I talk before I..." His warm lips pressed against hers. Not in a demanding way, but still with authority. His tongue slipped inside, caressing hers. She let out a moan and felt a flutter in her stomach. She sucked his tongue, the same way she sucked a cock. Sucking cock was one of her favorite things to do. Next to swallowing cum.

His finger found her bum hole. He expected her to push him away but she didn't. Instead, she sucked on his tongue harder. It was all the encouragement he needed. He slid his middle finger deeper, waiting for a sign of protest. But she only moaned louder. Lizzie wasn't an anal virgin. That was clear. "I love your tight ass," he murmured when the kiss broke off. "Now, let's get these panties off, okay?"

"Hmm, can we wait a minute? Try and put two fingers in. Darn, I wish I had my lube with me. I like a cock in my butt. Oh, god, I shouldn't have said that." She was blushing furiously at Troy's shocked face. "Did I gross you out? I hope not. I want to be a good assistant." She paused. "Do assistants take it up the ass?"

His laughter was deep and loud. Nothing she did or said flabbergasted him anymore. But he had to admit, he was intrigued. He hadn't planned on going that far, but she was making it easy. "Yes, the best assistants do take their master's cock in their ass," he said, trying to sound serious. "The purest form of magic creates the strongest bond. Oral, anal, and vaginal, are part of the ritual. Do you swallow or spit when a cock explodes in your mouth?"

"Swallow," she boasted. "I could never understand why a girl would spit. I mean, you've gone to all that work to get a guy to the edge, why wouldn't you want the reward? I've been told I'm very good at giving head! Do you want me to show you?"

"I do." He was and wasn't surprised by her eagerness. "That's very generous of you, Lizzie, But first, let's remove these panties. I can't wait to see your pussy." He knelt in the trailer and slid the lacy material down her legs. She stepped out and he tossed them aside. "Now, open your legs. Let me look at your sweet pussy." He leaned in and took a whiff. "You smell like heaven. Do you shave for your boyfriend or yourself?"

"For myself," she replied. "I like to keep it clean. It's important for hygiene. But also, sex feels better without hair. What's the point of doing something if it doesn't feel good, right?"

Troy smiled. His eyes locked onto her clean-shaven pussy. The pinkness was a stark contrast to her tanned skin. Lizzie liked to suntan in a thong. She was like a treasure trove hidden away, waiting to be explored. He leaned in closer, taking in the faint scent of sweetness and musk. It was intoxicating. Her labia were puffy and swollen with arousal, hinting at the delights within. The delicate folds looked so soft and inviting. Her clit peeked out from its hood like a shy creature poking its head out of its burrow.