Faerie Circles - Sex Stories

Faerie Circles

... agreed the night before, that a journey through a fairy-ring was not to be embarked upon carelessly, and we had yet to test the bounds of their enchantment. Since we weren’t exactly sure how that measure was to be divined, we stopped and caught our breaths, thinking the problem through. It was Marlee who had read the most about the magic of fairy-circles, so we deferred to her wisdom to direct our next course of action. The grass beneath our bare feet had been drying under the morning sun, so while Marlee pondered, we pulled up our skirts, and settled on our knees, letting the cool grass refresh us after our vigorous exertions. Marlee tip-toed to the edge of the nearest ring and leaned far over, reaching her arm out in front of her without venturing to step inside, testing to see if any of her fingers disappeared into a nether world. But even wiggling her fingers and waving her hands around in the air inside the boundary of the circle didn’t seem to trigger any magical portals. She looked back at us and shrugged. I told her to toss something inside the fairy-ring to see what happened, and after looking around for a moment, she stooped down and plucked up another four-leaf clover, and gave it a toss. I could have sworn it disappeared as soon as she turned it loose, but Marlee said it was just my over-active imagination. As if to prove her point, she hopped inside the ring, and quickly hopped back out, still not de-materialized. I admired her bravery, but was becoming a bit ...

... crest-fallen that the magic of fairy-rings might just be proving to be another myth. Marlee was not so easily dis-enchanted however, and assured us that if magic were that easy to invoke, we would see it everywhere. She wandered back under one of the sycamores, while Helen and I reclined lazily in the grass, and she picked up a long stick which branched into a “Y” at one end. She broke off the long end, so she was left with just the split part, and came back holding the Y-shaped branch out in front of her. She stepped through the maze of dark rings until she was in the center of the cluster, and closed her eyes, slowly turning in a circle. Helen and I looked at each other, puzzled, until I realized Marlee was trying to use the branch as a divining rod. We were pretty sure she had no idea how a divining rod actually worked, or even if they worked at all, but since she had thought of it and we hadn’t, we gave her the benefit of the doubt, at least for a minute or two, until Helen swirled vertical circles in the air with her finger beside her head. Marlee cast a squint-eyed glare back at us as we giggled, but it only made her more determined to prove that we non-believers were only slowing up the magic. She slowly turned in a circle back the other way, and when we giggled again, she abruptly bent over, pulled her skirt up, her panties down, and defiantly mooned us! We were so surprised, our jaws dropped! The two round globes of Marlee’s bubble-butt dancing in mockery of our ...