A Special Cleaning

It was nearly midnight, but little Tommy Colgate couldn't sleep. Tonight was a big night, after all. He had just lost one of his baby teeth, and he had learned well what that meant: A visit from the Tooth Fairy! Oh, how he loved getting visits from the Tooth Fairy. All his friends at school had made fun of him for believing in her, but Tommy knew she was real. He had seen her before, after all. And so, the eager young boy sat quietly beneath his covers, awaiting the telltale sound of the clock striking twelve. It was so close, his whole body was shaking in anticipation, and then... There it was, that beep that meant it was midnight. Perfect.

Right on schedule, he heard two little clicks from his window, and then a quiet creaking noise as it was pulled open, and something stepped in. As he had done so many times before, Tommy laid as still as he could, until he heard her angelic voice: "Tommy... You can get up now, Tommy." and like a rocket, he sprung up, his sheets practically flying off, eliciting a giggle from the tall, ethereal, and feminine figure at the foot of his bed. "My goodness, somebody's excited."

It was almost as though she had grown even more beautiful since they'd last met, and Tommy could scarcely believe his eyes: There she was, the tall, buxom fairy that had paid him these night visits so many times before, beaming brightly to show her immaculately kept pearly whites. Her curled, silver hair had grown longer since her last visit, but Tommy barely noticed, eyes too fixated on her girthy hips and voluptuous breasts.

The Tooth Fairy gently placed her hands on her lap, patting it and beckoning the little boy. "Come here, sweetie. Sit on the Tooth Fairy's lap. Let her take a look." Tommy, not one to argue with the mystical being that was now in his bedroom, silently clambered out of his bed and approached, sitting between her soft, plushy thighs and tilting his head back, mouth open. "My goodness! You've been doing a very good job brushing, haven't you?" she giggled softly, his only response being an awkwardly nodded open-mouthed 'uh huh'. "What a good boy. Do you still want the Tooth Fairy's special cleaning?" another 'uh huh', and another slight giggle. "Well alright then."

Briefly, she turned her attention away from the boy, reaching one hand into an unseen bag to pull forth a brightly shining, sparkling toothbrush. Her other hand moved down upon the waistline of his pajamas, sliding them down to reveal the immature, soft plaything within. Her thumb, middle, and index finger wrapped around his youthful cock, giving it a few playful strokes as she placed the bristles of the brush against Tommy's front teeth. "Now just lie back and relax, and let the Tooth Fairy take care of you."

She started slowly, in both areas of focus, the brush moving gently back and forth, spreading minty fresh toothpaste upon the boy's incisors, whilst his underaged erection began to grow in her attentive grasp. His head rested in her cleavage like a pillow, and he began to make gentle moaning sounds as she both dirtied and cleaned him. She found it to be adorable, and decided to speed up a bit, lengthening her strokes in both the upper and lower region, getting his cock harder and his teeth shinier.

It didn't take long to get poor Tommy to his limit, approximately two minutes. It was funny how the brush cycle and his longevity seemed to match up. Might've been Pavlovian, perhaps. "Are you ready to finish up now, sweetie?" the Tooth Fairy inquired in her heavenly tone, and the young boy nodded some more, moanng awkwardly. Quickly, she withdrew the brush from his sparkling, foamy mouth, and held a small cup out. "Now spit!"

He did just that, firing small, stringy bursts of the semen he had only just recently begun producing onto her legs and feet, and emptying the foamy substance in his mouth into her cup. Tommy yawned, starting to nuzzle into the Tooth Fairy's ample chest, eyes shutting softly. "And don't forget to floss," she murmured as he began to snore, tiny cock still spasming slightly.

When Tommy awoke the next morning, he felt refreshed and cleaner than ever. It had been a wonderful night, and the best was yet to come: Turning over, he lifted his pillow, and shouted with glee. Five whole dollars! Holy shit!