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The following is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken
as a guide to behavior in the real world.  The people, places
and events exist only in the mind of the Author.  This is a
work of pornographic fiction, it should not be read by those
who are under the legal age to do so in the jurisdiction where
you live.  It may, or may not, contain matter illegal to read
where you live.  Please know and obey the laws of your own
country.  The Author cannot be responsible for the laws of every
country connected to the internet.  Neither the Author nor
society condone some of the actions which may be presented
within.

Please, enjoy the story. 

Story codes: MFg+ bg ped cons

Warnings: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
          adults and children.  Read it at your own risk.

          This story has nothing to do with homosexuality.

Note: This is a sequel to "The Gypsy Queen" which may be found
      at: <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> in the July 2007 directory.  It
      is not necessary to read the prior story to understand this
      one, but it might help.

================={ The Flight of the Fairy }====================

   I was kissing the bound eight year old Cathy's navel when I
heard a shout from Pam, calling for me.  Cathy had met me at the
door with a rope and challenged me to tie her up.  She claimed
she could free herself before I could kiss her.  I'd bound her,
hand and foot, and proved her wrong.  I was all primed to kiss
elsewhere when Pam's shout cut Cathy off in mid-giggle.

   Pam was the mother of Cathy and her two sisters.  I was Pam's
boyfriend and soon to be husband.  Pam needs the participation of
a child to have sex, and I'm turned on by little girls.  Pam's
daughters were our erotic playmates.

   It was obvious that Pam's need for me was urgent from her
tone, so I quickly undid the knots and left the girl to untangle
herself.

   Pam was in the girl's room by Ann's bed.  Annie's wings, part
of her Renaissance Faire costume, were hanging above the headboard.
Pam was holding up a note and crying.  She handed the note to me.
It said:

    Mommy;

    I need to think about all that has happened.
    I will take care of myself.

                           Love You,
                               Annie
                           xoxoxoxox

   "I found it on her pillow.  She didn't come home from school,
and I told her to come straight home!  Damn it, what has that
girl done now?"

   The obvious answer was run away.  I didn't feel the need to
speak it aloud.

   Annie sure had a lot to think through, but her choice of
method was flawed.  She'd just turned eleven.  School had just
started for the year and she'd moved up to fifth grade.  Soccer
tryouts had been earlier that week, she'd found more real
competition for places on the team than she'd had in the lower
grades.  Then there were the biggies.  She'd had her first screw
about six weeks before.  She'd had her first period the week past.
She was no longer part of Pam's erotic mix.  She and I were on our
own with that.

   "We have to find her, fast," said Pam.  "We don't want to have
to bring the police in to find her."

   Indeed not!  The details of our family life would put Pam and
me in jail, and the kids in foster care.  It's hard to say which
would be worse.

   "I'll start looking," I said.

   "Find her fast!  Don't let my baby get hurt!"

   I started by searching the room.  I'm not an expert, but
Annie's backpack was gone.  So were several sets of clothing.
Some would be in the laundry, but she'd taken some.  The problem
was, she'd had to have taken light clothing.  The drawers holding
jeans and sweaters were undisturbed.  All her jackets were in the
closet.  Annie would be cold that night.  She'd taken her boots.
That gave me an idea of where to look.

                              ***

   I parked my truck near the start of the trails.  Annie
wouldn't have gotten there yet, but I hadn't spotted her along the
road.  She'd be along presently.

   The whole family were enthusiastic about the outdoors.  An
interconnected web of state and local trails were our frequent
playgrounds.  Unless she'd holed up with a girlfriend, Annie
would think of the park system as a safe place to hide.  It was
safer than the haunts of the homeless in town, but not so safe as
she thought.  Muggings and rapes happened there, not often, but
they happened.  This entrance was the closest one to our house and
the one Annie knew best.  It was still seven and a half miles
away from her school.  An experienced trekker could be arriving
about then, an eleven year old with a full pack might still be a
while.

   Annie was another forty minutes in transit.  I spent it
thinking about how to handle our meeting and subsequent
conversation.  I almost missed seeing her.  She hadn't walked
through the parking lot, but came cross-county from the road.  I
let her get a lead on me.  I thought I knew where she was headed
and it might be well for her to arrive there first.

                              ***

   The small cave wasn't much to look at and wasn't marked on the
trail maps.  The girls liked it and had to visit it every time we
came to this section of trails.  They'd always pretended it was
some kind of hideout.  Annie was making it that for real.  I'd
given her a ten minute lead.  She'd stowed her pack inside and
was trying to start a small fire.  She saw me coming.

   "How did you find me so fast?" she asked.  "I just got here!"

   "I followed your trail of breadcrumbs."

   "I didn't--oh, you're making fun of me."  She hung her head,
"What are you going to do to me now?"

   "We could start by sharing supper," I suggested.

   "I didn't bring much," she opened her pack.  There was cereal
and snacks.  There wasn't a decent bit of food.

   "I brought some."  I handed her a can of stew and some dried
fruit I keep in the truck for emergencies.  "We can talk over
some of the reasons you've run away while it cooks."

   I waited for her to get her fire going.  I could have done it
in a quarter of the time, but this was her camp.  I loaned her my
pocket knife to open the can, then had to teach her how to use
the can opener.

   "How did you plan to live out here?  You're not well prepared."

   "I don't know.  I had to get away!  There's so much to think
about, and Mommy won't let me find my own answers."

   "Pass me some chips, we can munch while the stew cooks.  What
is it that troubles you most?"

   "I don't know--wait--I do.  My place in the family.  My place
with, well, you.  Mommy likes little kids for sex.  She says I'm
too old now.  Cathy and Darla will have you and Mom.  Will I have
to be an outsider?  Everyone else will do things together, I'll
be left out."

   "That sounds like a big question to think over.  You might
need a week or so.  I don't have that much food in the truck."

   "Stop teasing!"  She smacked my arm.

   "If I tell you that I'm more flexible than your mother, will
that help?" I asked.

   "What will Mommy say about that?  Will I be her rival for
you?"

   "She gave her permission for us to continue before we even
started.  She might resent what we do, but she won't go back on
her word.  We can do whatever you want, go on until you lose
interest in me or stop now.  It's your call."

   "I don't know what I want.  I never had a choice before, I had
to do what Mom and Dad wanted.  I don't know how to choose."

   "Fair enough.  Stew's done, better get it off the fire before
it burns.  So how does running off to the woods help you?"

   Annie burned her finger on the hot can.  I kissed it to make
it better, then used ointment to make sure.

                              ***

   We had to share the only spoon and eat out of the can.  Annie
didn't answer me, or talk at all about her problems.  We ate
chips with the stew and dried fruit for dessert.  We joked about
our odd table manners.  Then the meal was over.

   Annie still didn't answer.  We sat watching the flames for a
good half hour.  Annie hugged her knees.  I whittled her a wooden
spoon.  The sun was so low it didn't reach us in the woods.  It
was well before her bedtime when Annie said "Good night".  She
curled up in the cave.

   "You don't have a blanket," I said.

   "I forgot one," Annie replied.

   "You could use your coat."

   "I forgot to bring one."

   I continued whittling, doing a set of tongs.  I added a little
wood to the fire.  Annie hugged herself in an effort to stay warm.

   I finished the tongs and laid out my blanket.  I snuggled in
and wrapped it around me.  "Good night."

   We stayed that way for ten minutes or so.  "Will you share?"
Annie asked me.

   "Sure, but what will you do tomorrow night?"

   Annie dove into the blanket.  Her skin was cold, so I hugged
her to my body.  I lay still, enjoying the feel of her body
against mine.

   "I think I'm growing tits," Annie said after a while.

   I took the invitation and felt around.  Annie giggled at my
touch.  "Are you sure?" I teased.  "I don't feel them."

   "You're not looking hard enough," came her reply.  I had, in
fact, thought she might be growing something in the time since
we'd met.  I just didn't think there'd been a noticeable change
in the last week.

   "I think there's a couple hairs on my pussy now too."  I felt
for them.  Annie squeaked.

   "Haven't found them yet.  Should I keep looking?"

   "They're at the top, try a little harder," she said.

   I ran my fingers all over the top of her mound.  I stroked and
kneaded.  I pinched lightly and tugged.  "Can't find them.  I may
have to let my eyes help me, though the light is poor," I said.

   "You're hopeless!  Here try now."  Annie turned onto her back
and wiggled her pants down to her ankles.  I opened the blanket
and moved my head down to her crotch.  I felt around.

   "This might be one," I said.  I kissed her mound.

   "Do that again!  It might make the other one stand up."

   I kissed several more times.  "It's not working.  You might
have to grow it a few more days until it's big enough to see.
Let me try the tits again."

   Annie pulled her top up.  I looked hard and felt the bare
skin.  I kissed each nipple.  "I see some new growth now."  I
sucked a nipple and stroked her pussy.  Annie drew a sharp
breath.

   "Keep going, I think they're growing faster!"  Annie grinned
at me.  I gave up any pretense of doing anything but stroking her
off.  I kissed and licked her nipples.  I rubbed her pussy in the
ways I'd found she liked best.

   Annie suddenly looked worried.  "Can we still--you know?  I
can get pregnant now, can't I?."

   "We still can.  We have to be more careful.  You shouldn't be
fertile now, only a few days after your period, but we'll have to
use protection from now on."

   She looked thoughtful.  "If we can tonight, will you?  I'm
ready.  Now."

   I didn't say a word.  I opened my pants and hauled Sparky out.
I rubbed his head in her crack and said, "Are you sure?"

   Annie nodded.  I worked Sparky's head in and began the process
of sinking him in.  Annie was still too small to take him all at
once.  I had to go half an inch at a time.  Annie had a tight
smile through the whole thing.  Once seated, Ann started the
rhythm going.  I let her lead.

   I thought I was building up to orgasm way too fast, until Annie
started making the grunt-squeak sound that says she is close to
one herself.  I finished spewing just a few strokes before Annie
howled out her orgasm.  Sometimes she howled out all of her air
and passed out, but not this time.

   I kissed her grinning face and pulled the blanket closed.  We
rested for about ten minutes.

   "The rocks are digging into my butt." said my little lover.

   "Don't you think we'd be more comfortable in bed at home?"

   Annie thought it over and said, "I guess.  You still never
told me what you're going to do to me for running away."

   "Let's break camp, I'll tell you on the ride home."

                              ***

   "You are grounded for two weeks.  I do mean grounded.  You
don't go anywhere except school."  I said.

   "Two weeks!  But Celtic Weekend at the White Rose Faire is
this week," replied Annie.

   "And you aren't going.  The rest of the family will, we aren't
grounded.  You'll stay with grandma.  Your wings are clipped."

   "Which grandma?" asked Ann.

   "Whichever will take you.  I'm rooting for you father's
mother.  She's worried about her place in the family now that
your mother's remarrying.  I'd like to reassure her she's still a
part of it."

   "But she's so strict!"

   "Another plus."  I grinned at Annie.  She squirmed.

   "I never got to think things through.  It's not fair, I'm
grounded without doing what I'm grounded for."

   "You're grounded for running away, not for going to the woods
to think.  I'll make a deal, I'll take you to the parking lot
tomorrow after school and you can have an hour and a half alone.
I'll read the paper.  You'll give up TV time to make up your
homework.  Deal?"

   "You'll never sell this to Mom."

   "My lookout.  Deal?"

   "Ok," Annie said.

   "The good news is that you'll finish being grounded in time
for the Fairy's Revels, our last faire weekend this year.  We'll
turn you loose with the rest of the ladies to party."

   "I don't have to stay with the family and watch this year?"

   "You get to play, so stay out of trouble until then," I said.

                              ***

   Annie looked at the clock when we arrived home.  "It's just
now my bedtime!  I thought it was later than that."

   "You'll sleep with Pam and me tonight.  Get cleaned up and bed
down in the middle, we'll be up shortly.  Scoot!"  I turned to
Pam, "She's worried about her place in the family.  We're going
to have to make sure she feels included, even if it no longer is
a turn-on for you."

   "I guess you're right, it's only fair.  What do you plan for
tonight?"

   "Sleep, nothing else."  I filled Pam in on the discipline I'd
doled out to Annie.  We talked it over and she accepted it.  Then
we went up to bed.

                              ***

   Darla and her cousin Pippie had me cornered in the back yard.
They were naked and toting squirt guns.  Cathy was backing them
up with her own squirt gun.  I knew what was coming.  

   Pam had been grooming Pippie to play her sex games all the
child's life.  Pippie had a standing play date at our house
every Tuesday afternoon.  We picked her up from school along
with our girls.  We still didn't include her in the hardcore
stuff, but we started that the moment her mother left with her.
Pam was revved up by then.

   The two six year olds crowded me, squatted, and peed.  They
giggled hysterically.  They loved playing naughty with pee.
They were naked in order to take my return blast.  Handing over a
scrubbed child to her mama wasn't much problem.  Handing her over
in freshly laundered clothing might raise questions.  Cathy
peeled out of her clothes while the younger girls emptied their
bladders.  That surprised me.  She was the only family member who
had never played this game.  The eight year old replaced the
younger ones and tinkled on my belly.  Annie lined up to take a
turn, that surprised me too.  She and I had done this once, but
neither of us was too fond of the pee games.  I just went along
for the sake of Pam and the six year olds.

   I had a problem now.  On whom should I get revenge?  I'd never
corner all four girls.  Pippie and Darla loved this game and
would be disappointed at not being peed on.  Cathy had never done
this before.  She might resent being passed over for revenge, or
she might not like to be on the receiving end.  Annie might feel
left out if she didn't get attention.   

   The girls made it easy for me.  Pippie and Darla ran off hand
in hand, as they always did, promising a long chase.  Ann and
Cathy stuck together and ran toward the corner of the fence.  I
chased the older girls.  I started on Annie, then shifted aim
toward Cathy.  She closed her eyes and laughed, so I splashed her
belly.  Then it was a five way, free for all, scramble for the
garden hose.  Pam had already gathered the discarded clothing to
safety.

                              ***

   After Pippie had been turned over to her mother, the rest of
us had a five way orgy against the front door.  I screwed the
eager Pam, while her younger daughters sucked her tits.  They,
in turn, were petted jointly by their mother and me.  Annie
straddled the feminine group on the floor, with her back against
the door, and was eaten by me.  It took a bit of work to get us
all off.

   When supper was finished and the younger girls were in bed, I
sat Annie and Pam down.  "Ann, have you thought through what you
want to do?" I asked.

   "It's all so complicated!  You've proven I'm not going to be
an outsider in my own family, but I don't know what I want to do.
I want to think some more.  Can I go to the woods again?"

   I looked at Pam.  She'd left discipline to me ever since I'd
doled it out to her for pushing her desires on the rest of the
family too hard.  I still consulted her, she was Mother.  Pam
nodded.  "Tomorrow, for an hour after school.  Same rules as
before.  Don't screw up on them.  You're only grounded for two
more days."

                              ***

   Annie reached no final decision on her trip to the woods.


                              ***

   The Fairy's Revels were the last weekend of the Faire season.
The few faires still open, nationwide, closed up afterward.  None
of the other faires dared have the same theme.

   It was an all stops out blowout for the ladies in wings. 
Homosexuals had tried to hijack it.  Once.  They were welcome to
play, but they were on their own.  Rennie consensus was on the
side of the original purpose of the weekend.

   Vendors gave big discounts on their wares.  Flirting and pranks
were the order of the day.  The girls in wings could arrest anyone,
and the staff would impose silly penalties on those arrested. 

   Because fairy garb was popular with children, a minimum of
decorum was kept in public and children's acts brought in. 
Outside of the public eye, anything the grown ladies wanted was
on.  Copious drink, at discount prices, made sure the ladies were
open to almost anything.  The definition of "grown" could get a
little fuzzy too.  Fairy was very popular with teenage girls. 
Less attention than usual was made to keep them in line with the
law. 

   Fairies from all over the world came to play.

   Turning Annie loose to play with them was giant act of faith.
The more matronly fairies would keep half an eye out for her
safety, as would the staff and vendors.  Half an eye was still
only half.  Safety was one thing, her innocence was a different
one.  The matrons would keep a quarter, or less, of an eye on
that.  If she ended up seeing the male strippers dance, that was
our fault.

   Our summer babysitter was there in fairy garb, so we asked her
to take Annie in tow.  I'd learned she was one of Pam's former
sex playmates.  I didn't trust her entirely.  I stalked the group
of women and girls she'd joined.

   I, being in a kilt, was a prime target for pranks.  I played
along manfully.  Annie knew I was there.  She took a peek up my
skirt along with the rest and no one stopped her.  I spent the
day being arrested, tied, and groped by scantily clad females in
wings.  I got in plenty of return gropes on willing girls from
fifty to about Annie's age.  I had as much fun as Annie did.

   Annie did see the male strippers.  The men in horns and furry,
crotchless, pants or other mythological garb, put on quite a show,
so I heard.  Our fourteen year old babysitter cheered them on as
brazenly as anyone.  A staffer spotted Annie and led her out of
the tent, but not until the show was more than half over.  I
claimed her and took her to join the family for lunch.

   The family were having a good time too.  The younger girls were
thrilled with the children's acts and games.  Pam was catching up
on the gossip with the other women.  Everyone was shopping
heavily.  Money was flowing out our pockets and stuff for me to
carry was multiplying.

   We turned Annie loose again.  She rejoined the pranksters.

   Not all fairies at faires are girls.  Some gays do it up as
well.  Some straight boys and men do a more traditional sort of
fairy male.  It was their weekend as well, especially if they
looked viral and unattached. 

   I caught Annie with a boy no older than her, in a satyr outfit,
groping her chest.  She looked like she was enjoying herself, so
I watched for a while before stepping in.  I let them stay
together, walking hand in hand, for the rest of the day.  Ann
invited him to supper with us and we hunted up his family.  His
parents agreed that the two of them made a cute couple and let
him spend the evening with her.  I had to have him back to their
camper by eight thirty.

   We were not about to initiate an unknown boy into a family
orgy, though Pam thought about it, so we left the couple alone
for a while.  I spied on them.  Sure enough, they started making
out as soon as they thought they were alone.  Annie started
kissing his bare chest as soon as their mouths separated.  She
coaxed him to her own.  The boy was no expert, but he learned
fast.  They were well into a petting session when it was time to
take him home.  It was a pity to interrupt them, but they still
had tomorrow.

                              ***

   "I've made my decision," said Annie, after I'd returned from
dropping off her date, "I want to try my luck with sex outside
the family.  I want to date boys close to my age.  I don't hate
you, but it's only fair that I give all my attention to my
boyfriend.  If I don't start now, I may never be able to go out
on my own."

   "Quite fair.  You'll have to live with rules similar to those
other girls your age live with too," I said.  Pam nodded.

   "Why?" asked Annie.

   "In part, because you can't draw attention to our family life
by being branded promiscuous.  We can't stand up to the scrutiny.
For the rest, the same reasons that the other girls live under
them.  The social aspects of sex are complex.  You need to learn
them the same as anyone else.  You've been exposed to the physical
side of sex, but not the social side.  Kids about your age don't
do long term well.  They also don't do common sense well.  You
could end up hurt, or pregnant.  The boys are as fragile and
ignorant as the girls.  They may pretend to be randy playboys,
but they can be hurt by being pushed too fast," I said.

   "But I promised Jimmy I'd go all the way with him!"  You won't
make me break a promise, will you?" asked my little fairy.

   "How did he act?  Nervous?  I won't make you break your
promise, you won't find a safe time or place to carry it out.
Did you think you'd get away with doing it behind the food
court at high noon?"  That's where Annie had let him grope her.

   "I don't know," whined Annie.

   "Right.  You still need to learn a bit of sense.  You made a
promise you can't keep, now you live and learn.  I'll make you a
deal, we'll find out where he lives.  If it's close enough to us,
we'll arrange a visit.  You can try your luck then with a bit
more common sense.  Deal?"

   "Ok, deal, but I'm still going to play with him.  Ok?"

   "Just pay attention to being discreet."

   "I still love you," said Annie, "I just want to try being
normal."  She pecked my cheek.

                              ***

   Annie watched the family orgy from across the room.

   We put on a good show for her.  Cathy and Darla took
alternating mustache rides while Pam rode Sparky.  The unoccupied
child sucked at Pam's tits and licked my abdomen.  Once Pam had
cum, I concentrated on the girls.  Cathy had started taking in my
finger.  I fingered her and licked Darla.  Darla came first and I
gave all my attention to Cathy.  Pam cradled the girl's head in
her lap and petted her torso.  I worked both finger and tongue on
her.  I thought we'd have to give up on Cathy coming.  She
finally did, explosively.  She'd have a soar pussy the next day,
but she was happy that night.

   Pam had finished her ride without me coming.  The time spent
on the girls had let me come down a bit.  The ladies took up a
three way head job, turn and turn again.  My balls and shaft were
licked, while someone sucked the head.  I couldn't see through
Darla, camped on my belly, to tell who was doing what.  It was
fun guessing.  I don't know who was sucking when I started coming,
but they traded off and everyone had a taste.  They all showed me
the cum in their mouths, proudly.

   As I was recovering, I looked to Annie.  She was licking her
lips as if she missed sharing in the treat.

   Yeah, we were some kind of normal all right.

                              ***

   Annie and Jimmy disappeared on the nature trail for about an
hour when we had a Fall picnic with his family.  They must have
been cold and I don't know how much they actually did.  They were
smiling when they returned.

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