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A Silky Adventure.
"We want to play!" she laughed, looking me in the right eye with her tiny radiant face, her golden hair wavering in the breeze. "Doesn't human want to play? Too bad! We'll play with human anyway!"
There was a buzz of wings as the dancing faeries scattered off of my chest in a whirling spiral behind the one who remained prominently in view, leaving my field of vision. I could hear them fluttering around still though, then moments later a group of them came back into my sight, carrying between them... a glossy page which looked like it had been torn smoothly out of a men's magazine. The picture I recognized, for I had been looking at it the previous night, using it for, well, masturbatory purposes. The model, a blonde beauty with a quite wonderful figure, was naked, posed sat on a rocking horse, her head thrown back, one hand caressing her left breast, the other stroking across the mound of her pussy lips.
I coughed lightly and looked back at the faerie now stood up straight again on my upper lip, who laughed again. "I saw human playing with itself! Wouldn't it much rather like to play with others?" she said.
She then slipped the barely visible shoulder-straps of her dress off of her shoulder, and it slipped downwards, hanging provocatively on the swell of her breasts before she gave a slight shrug and it dropped fully down into a puddle about her ankles on my lip, revealing her naked body in all its glory. She kicked the garment to one side, and I felt it slide down my right cheek off of my face, then she sat down, perching herself on the tip of my nose.
I saw her take a glance at the magazine photograph still held aloft nearby by a few of her companions, then look back at me and grin widely, before she took on the same pose as the magazine model, my nose taking the place of the rocking horse. Her knees rested against my nostrils, and I could feel her shins across my lower lip, her tiny dainty feet against the corners of my mouth, her toes just about curled over my lips.
I watched in mute fascination as the tiny faerie gave me a close-up animated display of the still photo, caressing her left breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple that peaked it, her other hand dallying with her pussylips. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed heavily, then licked my lips. My tongue brushed against her toes, and I saw her shiver and throw her head back.
"Oh, do it again!" she trilled out. I licked my upper lip again, brushing my tonguetip across her toes and the lower soles of her tiny feet. She threw back her head and began to play with herself quite vigorously. "Again!" she cried out.
I did as she bid, then noted the other faeries who had held the magazine page had disappeared again from sight, but I felt them, or others, landing on my stomach. It felt like they were kneeling down, their hands pulling at the waistband of my boxers.
From their dancing onwards my manhood had been steadily growing, and now, as I felt a couple of the faeries slip beneath the fabric of my boxer shorts, squirming in alongside my now straining erection, wrapping arms and legs around me, stroking my shaft with their tiny limbs. I even felt as if they were planting dainty little kisses upon me there.
I felt my boxers being pulled down by a myriad of places, the elastic band finally being trapped beneath my balls. Between the material and my balls however another pair of faeries had seemed to position themselves, their hands stroking through my pubic hairs over my scrotum.
While I felt this about my hardened rod and balls, however, my attention was still fixed on the display being put on by the faerie sat on my nose. Her fingers were a blur in between her pussy lips, as she delved deeply inside of herself with them. Her shrill little cries of passion were becoming more and more intense, slowly drowning out the low moans and groans of the faeries who were playing with my cock. I was licking at her feet as gently as I could, and it seemed my efforts were being appreciated.
Her wings began to be