Chapter 12: A bad situation gets worse.
Tuesday.
I sensed the brightness of the full moon through my closed eyelids as I laid on my back feeling relaxed, soaking up the hedonistic pleasures of the pixie orgy all around me. The Festival of the Full moon was in full swing, and some unknown pixie had her lips wrapped around my cock and her tongue had a magic of its own as it caressed the tip.
My entire body tingled with pleasure from the gentle movements of that tongue, which seemed to be savoring every delicate and deliberate swipe against my sensitive flesh.
I began to wonder which pixie was making me feel so good. Was it the buxom Sparkle? No, she's too enthusiastic and quick, anxious to move on to other carnal pleasures.
Maybe it was Aria. She enjoys oral sex more than anyone I've ever met. But Aria enjoys the taste of cum and like all pixies, she's impatient for her reward from her efforts and uses a lot more suction and urgent squeezes on my balls to coax me to cum faster than the more casual feeling I was getting now.
It might have been Holly, but most likely it was Fern, but whoever this was, she was taking her time, living in the moment, taking pleasure in the act of giving pleasure for its own sake. How odd that she should be doing that in the midst of the frenzy of an orgy.
I took a deep breath, expecting to smell the burning oak in the fire and the earthy soil beneath me. Instead, the air smelled of stale cigarettes.
Stale cigarettes?
"What the?" I said.
I opened my eyes. I was looking up at the ceiling of a motel room. A slanted beam of sunlight was coming through the translucent curtains of the window and onto my face.
I looked down and Fern lifted her head, removing my cock from her mouth. She placed a hand around my shaft and stroked me gently.
"Good morning!" she said smiling, "I woke up a few minutes ago and wanted to let you sleep. But I was getting bored, so I thought I'd give myself something to do."
"That felt really nice," I said, smiling back at her, "but is oral sex the first thing you think about when you get bored?"
She blushed a little and gave the tip of my cock a little lick, removing a drop of pre-cum that had formed there.
"Not usually," she replied, "I was horny, too. Besides, I fell asleep on you last night after I promised we'd have some fun together."
"We both needed the rest," I said as she continued to stroke me, "I'm glad you're feeling bet-- ohhh!"
Fern gave me a wicked smile as she stroked my cock, grazing her thumb against the sensitive underside of the tip.
"You really like this don't you?" she said, watching the look on my face.
"I wish you could feel what I feel...wait a minute," I said as I remembered what Fern did to me when we made love in the hemlock clearing.
Fern bent down to lick another drop of pre-cum off the tip of my cock. When she did, I sprinkled a little pixie dust on her.
"Oh my god!" she said after licking the droplet, "That feels amazing!"
"It does, doesn't it?" I said, smiling as I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look at her.
"I can feel your...no, it feels like my..." Fern said, trying to describe the fact that she was now able to feel her hand and tongue on my cock the way I was feeling it.
"That's nothing," I said, "You should feel what it's like when you had me in your mouth before."
She smiled and raised her eyebrows up before looking back at my cock. She placed her mouth over my cock and before she wrapped her lips back around it, her warm breath made my cock twitch.
"Fuck!" she whispered to herself before plunging her lips around my shaft.
As her tongue swirled around the tip, the pleasure that she gave and felt made us both moan.
"MMMM!" she moaned into my cock, which only intensified the feeling.
"Oh fuck! That's so intense!" she said, "Does it always feel this good?"
"It always feels good," I answered, "but you have a special way of arousing me and keeping me on edge."
"Really?" Fern asked, still stroking me, but slower and lighter, "Let me see what that feels like."
She wrapped her lips around my erection again and tried to duplicate that slow, casual tingling sensation that I had been feeling earlier before opening my eyes, but it soon became obvious that the intensity of the feeling was too stimulating, and she started to suck harder.
"Oh fuck!" she said again as she took her mouth off my cock. It made a small "pop" sound when she broke the suction. "I can't do it. It feels too good to continue."
"No problem, you don't have to," I said as I reached down and pulled her up to the head of the bed, "Let's do something else instead."
"Before you do, I wanted to show you my surprise," she said, getting up on her knees in front of me.
Her pussy was completely bare. There wasn't even a trace of stubble.
"The woman called it a Brazilian," Fern said, "But I called it a lot of hot wax and pain. It feels nice down there now, I hope it was worth it."
"Let's find out," I said smiling.
I positioned her on her back with a pillow underneath her tush and licked her smooth mons while Fern moaned beneath my tongue. I slowly shifted my mouth and tongue downwards, planting light kisses on the insides of her thighs, giving her playful swipes with my tongue between kisses while I lightly caressed her silky, smooth mons with my fingers.
I teased her by moving my mouth slowly closer and closer to her labia, licking, and kissing her sensitive skin on the way. The musky aroma of her arousal got stronger as I approached those puffy, tender lips.
I planted light kisses on either side of her private opening, which was now glistening with her musky, lubricating juices. She spread her legs wider and placed her hands on my head, urging me to sample her nectar and to satisfy her need to be touched inside.
I pulled back and paused, even as she tried to pull me closer. Her clit was swollen, and a small rivulet of fluid was starting to drip down her perineum. I blew lightly on her clit and her stomach muscles tensed. Having so much control in building Fern's arousal was making me hornier as well. Knowing Fern could feel my arousal only made it sweeter.
"Sky...please," she moaned in a whisper.
I smiled before taking a long, leisurely swipe with my tongue, starting at her sensitive perineum, tasting the drop of musky nectar that was slowly traveling down towards her earthy pucker, and moving my tongue slowly upward between her puffy outer lips, stopping just short of her clit.
"Ohhh!" she groaned softly as she tightened her stomach muscles. She pulled hard on my hair, trying to get me to go further and lick her love button, but again I pulled back and waited.
She released my head and reached for her clit, but I grabbed her wrists and placed her hands over her breasts. She lifted her pelvis in an attempt to reach my tongue, but I pulled back and blew lightly on her clit.
"Ohhh!" she groaned again, but this time in resignation. She was no longer in control of her pleasure, if she wanted more, it would have to be on my terms.
Fern relaxed her arms and began squeezing her breasts. I released her wrists and went back to lightly caressing her sensitive mons.