Date: Sat, 5 May 2001 06:29:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: magic word

Ron had stood me up again last night, and this morning
I was in my bedroom, crying my eyes out.  "Boys are so
stupid!" I told myself aloud, "Maybe I need my fairy
godmother to come and fix my sex life!"

Suddenly a voice spoke to me out of thin air, "Hello
Selena, this is your lucky day!"

"What?  Who are you?  Where are you?"  I looked wildly
around for the source of the voice.

"I'm right here.  Just because I'm invisible doesn't
make me less real.  I am your Fairy Godmother, and you
have now called me the magic number of 749 times.  You
want me to fix your sex life?  You get one specific
wish.  Now think carefully."

This was nuts, but I did as the voice said.  I thought
so long that the voice started to hum the Jeopardy
theme, and I almost said I wished she would be quiet.
Finally I said, "I wish to know the magic word that
from now on whenever I say it to somebody they will
instantly get so turned on that they will do
absolutely anything to have sex with me."

The voice answered, "There are two such words, but you
only asked for one so you only get one.  One works
only on males, the other on females.  Which one do you
want to know?"

I certainly wasn't ready for THAT question!  But I
thought fast.  Ron is an ass, and my 3 stupid selfish
boyfriends before him.  Maybe, just maybe...
"The female one."  I said abruptly.  This whole thing
was crazy anyway and it probably wouldn't work.

"Done!"  The voice cried, "Now listen carefully
because I'm only going to say this once.  The word is
.... Koalichipponiere!"  In spite of the fact that I
didn't believe any of this, I leaped to my desk and
wrote the word down on a bit of scrap paper.

"Thank-you Fairy Godmother!"  I said, but there was no
answer.  She was gone.  Was it real?  I had to know.
I was so confused, I decided to go for a walk to
figure it all out.  It was a wonderful warm summer
morning, and as I strolled along under the oaks and
maples that shade our neighborhood, I noticed one of
our neighbors named Rita.  She is a small, slim
professional type, and she was just stepping out of
the shiny black BMW she drives.  "Good morning, Rita!"
I called, then I impulsively added, "Have you ever
heard of Koalichipponiere?"

Rita looked up at me, "Oh, Hi Selena.  Why don't you
come into the house?  There's something I want to talk
to you about."  She had never invited me into her home
before, and I began to get excited, wondering if the
charm was really working.  Rita led me into a plush
parlour and motioned for me to sit in a lovely antique
chaise-lounge.  I hardly had a chance to lean back
when she shed the jacket of her smart business suit
and began to unbutton her blouse.  "Selena," she
began, "There's something I want you to know.  I've
seen you around the neighborhood hundreds of times,
but until now I've never had the courage to tell you
how beautiful you are.  I love you, Selena.  I want
you.  Please take me."

Wow!  It really was a magic word!  Rita pulled her
blouse free of her skirt and off her shoulders,
exposing lovely cone-shaped breasts in an expensive
lace bra.  She reached behind her back, and moments
later her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a lace
thong that matched both her bra and the tops of her
hose.  Her hands went behind her back to unhook her
bra, but I decided to find out just how far this magic
thing would go.  "Stop!" I commanded, as suddenly I
realized that I had no idea of where I wanted this
encounter to go.  I had spoken the magic word on
impulse, and now I would have to live up to its power.
 I paused to stare at Rita's lovely body clad only in
her lacy lingerie.  "I think you look nice, dressed
just as you are." I told her as I reclined on the
chaise.  "But what do you really want?"

"I want you, you beautiful girl!  Isn't that obvious?"

"So?"  I answered, "I want your BMW, but that doesn't
mean you are ready to give it to me."

To my utter astonishment, the ultra-yuppy professional
woman turned on her spike heel and dashed out her
front door, clad only in her skimpy lingerie.  A
minute later, she was back, with her vehicle license
form, and was filling out the transfer-of-ownership
slip at the bottom of the paper.  She held it out,
showing me her signature there, and told me, "Just
make me cum, as I know only you can, and my car is
yours!"

Holy Shit!  Just over an hour ago I was pissed off at
Ron, and here was a woman wanting to have sex with me,
and all because of a stupid impulse when I was
hallucinating about a fairy godmother.  But the deal
was clear.  To get the car, I was going to have to
give her one helluva orgasm, or maybe keep her cumming
until she begged me to stop.

Still unsure of myself, I slowly rose from the chaise,
"Wouldn't you like me better naked?"  Rita dropped to
her knees on the plush carpet of her parlour, and
attacked me with a mania I never would have believed
of a woman who showed such public restraint.  My
running shoes and socks went sailing anywhere, then
her hands were at the snap and zipper of my jeans.
She tore them down my legs, and seconds later my plain
cotton panties followed.  Less than a minute later, my
lumberjack shirt and sports bra were flung aside, to
be found later if later ever came.

"Oh Selena!" Rita gushed, "You are even more lovely
than I had ever imagined!  Please, take me, and make
me yours!"

Well, the one thing I knew for sure about sex was that
boys always want to do it until they squirt, and then
it's all over.  I wasn't going to do that to Rita.
So I wrapped her in my arms, and whispered in her ear,
"Ssshhh.  Don't talk.  Just let me do it for you.
Rita is only about 5'4" tall, and her heels add 3" to
that, so she came almost up to my 5'9".  But I am
about 130 lbs, and easily outweighed her, so I guided
her over to the end of her long, narrow teak coffee
table and laid her out on it.  Rita, almost shaking
with excitement, closed her eyes in an attitude of
total surrender.

The woman's thighs were parted, so her shins could
hang over opposite sides of the coffee table.  I knelt
at the end of the table between her parted thighs, and
leaned forward to nibble at the naked flesh above the
elastic lace at the tops of her hose.  Rita moaned,
anxious that I would lick my way up toward her visibly
damp panties.  But that would have to wait.  Instead,
I began to lick her inner thighs, alternating from leg
to leg, and every once in a while I took the lace tops
of her stockings between my teeth and tugged them a
bit farther down her legs.

I kept on looking up at Rita's crotch, watching the
wet spot in her panties spread.  She was writhing and
kicking a bit, especially by the time I removed her
shoes, then drew her hose down over her heels and off
her toes.  The pitch of her voice and the shaking of
her body increased as I began to suck her toes.
"Please don't tease me!" she moaned as my tongue slid
wetly between one toe and the next.  "I need you now!"


Rita began to sit up, and I guessed she wanted to grab
me and make me eat her pussy, but I wasn't ready for
that yet.  I grabbed her nylons and ran to the other
end of the coffee table, where she was already propped
up on her elbows.  "Oh, no you don't!"  I told her.
"This is MY party!"  I pulled one arm out from under
Rita, and she fell back on the coffee table.  I used
one of her stockings to tie her arm down to a leg of
the table, then quickly repeated the process with the
other nylon on her other arm.  With both her arms
stretched up past her head, then bent at the elbow and
tied firmly to the table legs, Rita was at my mercy.

I stood and smiled down at my ultra-yuppy-cool
neighbor, "You just wait there for a moment."  Then I
walked out of her parlour, and within seconds I had
found her kitchen, and half a minute later I managed
to locate a pair of scissors.

Rita's range of vision was limited as I returned to
her parlour.  Mostly, she could just stare at the
ceiling, so I decided to give her a nicer view.
Spreading my legs far enough to straddle the coffee
table, I stood with my perineum right above her nose.
I just stood still for a moment, letting her stare up
at my ass, my pussy, my clit.

Slowly I bent over to make eye contact with Rita,
knowing that soon a few drops of my own excitement
would drip down onto her lips.  Then I reached for one
of the points of her Madonna-style cone bra, and
grabbed it firmly, expecting it to be filled with
padding.  But Rita's gasp was obviously real, and I
realized that she wore that ridiculous bra because her
hard nipples needed the extra room to avoid being
squashed into her breasts.  This was going to be even
better than I thought.

I rolled Rita's nipple between my fingers, through the
lace of her bra, and she let out as sound rather like
"awwwwgggghhhh!"  So I pulled up hard on the point of
her bra, stretching it far beyond the point where her
nipple could have been stretched.  Rita's eyes bulged
as I brought the scissors into view, then with one
snip I cut the point of her bra cup off.  The
remaining stretch lace snapped back into place,
leaving a perfectly circular hole with her nipple
thrust through.  The pink aureole was not large, but
the nipple thrust up almost an inch.  Swiftly, I
pulled the other bra cup up even farther, and Snip!,
an even bigger hole appeared in Rita's other bra cup.
What could I do but dive down and start to suck at
those luscious lumps.  Everyone always says that her
lover's nipples are like pencil erasers.  Not Rita's!
They were more like pink tulip bulbs, aching to
explode into flower.  They swelled up hugely under the
attack of my mouth.  As I sucked and nibbled at them
they swelled and became an angry red.

At the same time, my smaller naked tits hung down into
Rita's hungry mouth.  I don't know how long we kept on
sucking each other's nipples, and I could have kept on
going forever, but as Rita was shifting from sucking
one nipple to another, she moaned the single word,
"Down!"  I was more than ready to oblige the classy,
but horny woman.  I started to lick my way down her
chest and over her belly, sliding like a snake with my
flicking tongue leading the way.  I paused to try to
suck her insides out through her navel, and she
practically screamed, "Down!  More Down!"

Just to tease my victim, my tongue veered to the left
to probe the spot where her upper thigh met her
bronzed tummy.  It slid under the edge of her thong,
where I discovered a very distinct tan line.  Clearly
Rita was into getting a deep, rich tan; but was not
the sort of woman who could bring herself to go
completely nude.  "Down!  More Down!" seemed to be all
she could say.

With my scissors still in my right hand, I was ready
to oblige.  My left hand reached for the exact center
of the wet spot of her panties, and pulled the crotch
of her thong away from her body.  I carefully
positioned my scissors right at the outer edge of the
wet spot.  SNIP!  The crotch of her thong was gone.
"Ohhhh!" Rita cried out, and I decided I was tired of
hearing her.  This was my show.  So I took the
girlie-juice saturated scrap of lace in my hand and
reached back between my thighs to stuff it between her
lips.  As I had hoped, she instantly began sucking her
own fluids from the lace, and her voice subsided.

I looked back at her crotch, where the lace thong had
been instantly transformed into a ragged, useless
garter belt.  The crotch no longer existed, and I
found myself staring at a puffy pink pussy, surrounded
by creamy white skin that abruptly turned to deep tan.
 There was not a trace of pussy hair in sight.  Well,
you can imagine I dove right in.  I went mad, sucking
at Rita's clit and slurping at her cunt.  All the
while, I could only hear the sound of
"Mrrrmmmppphhh!"

Was it the smell of her cunt cream, or the taste of
her vaginal opening, or the slickery feeling of her
slit on my tongue?  I don't know.  All I know is that
I gobbled Rita's pussy like a madwoman as she writhed
under my ministrations.  I could feel her trying to
mash her face into my pussy, but her tongue was still
blocked by her own pussy-juice soaked bit of lace.

Rita's cunt became a well-spring, a source of delight,
as I sucked every bit of her juices, in between
nibbling on her engorged clit. I dipped my finger into
her vagina to get it covered in lubricating
fuck-fluid, before I slid it into her ass.  She kept
trying to scream, and to press her face into my pussy
as I hovered over her, but was unable to get her
tongue past the lace that filled her mouth.

Finally, Rita let forth a totally unintelligible
shreik, just as a final gush of pussy juice erupted
from her abused vagina.  Carefully and lovingly I
licked up all of her spending, even that which had
pooled on the coffee table.  Then I stood up, moved to
untie the stockings that had held her arms, and looked
down at her.  Was she conscious?  I don't know.  But
she had a beatific smile of total satisfaction on her
face, that told me I had fulfilled my end of the
bargain.

So I gathered up my far-flung clothes and dressed
myself.  Just to make sure Rita didn't choke, I
removed the cum-and-saliva soaked bit of lace from her
mouth and laid it as precisely as I could over her
pussy.  Then I took the transfer-of-ownership along
with the rest of her vehicle registration, and left
Rita lying there on her coffee table, as I drove off
in my shiny almost-new black BMW.

************

If you want to make a suggestion about how I should
use the magic word next, please e-mail me at <SelenaAnders@yahoo.com>