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Fairy Tales Ch. 01

By: peaches07



She was born in the biggest snowstorm this side of 1900, after her mother had labored for 20 hours. Her father, enamored of the pristine white landscape he saw through the window, named her Snow. She was a beautiful baby, with a shock of dark hair and wide blue eyes. Her mother lived long enough to admire her daughter's pouty red lips and despair of the name Snow, and then she passed on from labor complications. Snow's father was heartbroken, but vowed to his wife's cooling body that he would protect and care for their daughter always. 

Unfortunately for Snow, her father decided that a feminine influence in the house would be most beneficial to her, and he remarried within a year of his wife's death. His new wife was beautiful, but cold. She made a show of fussing over the baby, but from the time Snow was a young girl, she knew her stepmother didn't like her very much, and maybe even hated her. Snow loved her father dearly, and when he was killed in a car accident on the day of her 15th birthday she thought she might die too, of sorrow. She sought out her stepmother for the first time in her life, thinking they might console each other over their mutual loss, but the woman refused to speak to her, and shut the bedroom door in her face. 

Snow spent the next three years focusing all her effort on her schooling. She studied hard, and did well in her classes. She dreamed of becoming a doctor, so that she might, just maybe, save another mother or father out there and maybe spare another girl such as herself from such sadness. Her stepmother largely ignored her, preferring to keep to herself or go out at night when Snow was home. Snow longed to feel close to someone, and sooner rather than later she found a boyfriend. Timothy was sweet and understanding, and his mother loved Snow. They had an easy relationship, but despite Timothy's urging, Snow could never bring herself to "go all the way" with him.

Snow graduated from high school valedictorian of her class. She was accepted into a good school and planned to work toward her medical degree. On the eve of her graduation, her class took a trip to the beach to celebrate. Snow had a fun time with her friends and looked forward to starting the next chapter of her life. When she arrived home the next morning, there were several boxes stacked on the doorstep, and to her surprise, her key wouldn't turn in the lock. She rang the bell but either her stepmother wasn't home or she was ignoring her. Snow sighed and looked in the boxes. The first one had a note on top of a pile of her clothes. 'You are 18 and graduated from high school. You are no longer welcome in my house,' read the note, and Snow burst into tears, not really surprised, but terrified as to what she would do. She called Timothy, and his mother insisted Snow come stay with them for the remainder of the summer, until she left for college. 

That was the first night Snow had sex. She wanted to show Timothy she was grateful for a place to stay, and after being so strongly rejected by her stepmother, it felt good to be wanted by someone. The experience was vaguely unpleasant, she thought it was a messy and painful process, but Timothy seemed to enjoy it very much, and she endured his attentions several more times throughout the summer, before she left for college. The distance proved too much for Timothy, and within months of her leaving he broke up with her, but she found she did not mind very much, as she was an attractive young girl and there were plenty of boys eager to fill Timothy's shoes. She spent a few years casually dating and enjoying herself, and then in premed she met HIM.

Charlton was perfect. He was tall and handsome and polite. He was fun to be around and treated Snow like a princess. To top it off, he was rich. Snow was amazed at her luck. He took her out to dinners and away for weekends, which Snow appreciated more than anything since she lived with several roommates. The sex was amazing, too. He was skilled and persuasive, always getting her to try something new, something she had been scared to try before. Snow loved the feeling of being naughty or doing something society considered taboo. Blindfolds and handcuffs had found their way into her bed, and once she'd jacked him off while they watched a movie in the theater. It seemed she was helpless to resist his ideas. So when he suggested that he watch her with another man, she didn't argue. 

They were in the kitchen she shared with her roommates while she cooked the two of them dinner. She shared the large house with 7 roommates, all male. It was surprisingly inexpensive to rent one small room, and as she had limited funds the situation suited her well. Charlton never seemed to mind the lack of privacy, and he was on friendly speaking terms with all her roommates.

"Who's home right now, babe?" asked Charlton.

"Umm Cody, Mike, and I think Zach," said Snow. "Why?" Charlton grinned.

"You were serious about letting me watch, right?"

"Sure," said Snow, "But I still don't see the connection..." her voice trailed off as Charlton left the room. Surely he couldn't mean one of her roommates, he had to be talking about watching her with someone she didn't know. She stirred the sauce on the stove and frowned. Charlton was gone a good ten minutes, but then he returned. Cody followed him. Snow's face burned. Oh please, don't let him be here for sex, she thought. 

"Good news, babe," said Charlton. "Cody's interested. Very interested." Cody smiled at Snow.

"I've been interested since you moved in! I just never thought I'd have the chance."

"Oh, uh, thank you?" said Snow, unsure of what to say.

"Relax," said Charlton. He stepped toward her, massaging her shoulders. Snow leaned into him. "This will be fun, I promise." He reached around her and turned off the heat on the stove. "Let's go into the living room."

"The living room?!" sputtered Snow. She'd thought she'd at least get the privacy of her bedroom, or better yet Charlton's bedroom in his single bedroom apartment. Charlton was already steering her into the front room and Snow took a big gulp of air. For him, she'd do this. Cody sat down on the couch and Snow, fidgeting, sat next to him. 

"Hey, relax beautiful," Cody whispered. He leaned over and kissed her. It was a nice kiss, gentle and warm. Cody thrust his tongue into her mouth and let it touch against her own. He turned sideways and kissed gently down her neck, nibbling softly and taking her earlobe in his mouth. Snow shuddered with pleasure and felt her body begin to respond. Cody's hands reached up and found her breast, softly pinched her nipple through the fabric. 

Snow moaned and let her head fall back. She unconsciously spread her legs, and Cody took advantage of her open posture, sliding his other hand down her body and rubbing her through her jeans. Snow moaned again and looked for Charlton. He was sitting in a chair opposite of them, slowly rubbing his cock through his pants. The sight turned Snow on even more, and she stopped Cody so she could stand up and take off her shirt and jeans. She stood in front of Cody in her bra and panties, and his eyes widened in appreciation. 

"You're beautiful," he said, and pulled her down onto the couch. He deftly flipped her onto her back and slid her underwear down in two quick movements, immediately replacing her panties with his tongue. He licked slowly at first, building up intensity and speed as Snow panted and thrust her hips to meet his mouth. Charlton unzipped his pants and brought his cock out, still working it at a leisurely speed as he took in the spectacle. Snow was crying out to god as Cody expertly licked her slit and suckled her clit. He slipped a finger inside her as he kept licking and she bucked and shuddered, her hips frantically pressing her pussy toward his tongue. She shook and began to cum. Cody quickly thrust her legs to the sides and before she'd finished her orgasm his cock was inside her. He must have undone his pants while he was eating me, thought Snow. She was adrift in post-orgasm bliss and hardly noticed as Cody began thrusting in and out of her. 

"You're so wet," he groaned, pumping his cock in and out. Snow whimpered with the pleasure of having his cock inside her. Cody wasn't extraordinarily long, but his tool was thicker than average, and her pussy felt absolutely stuffed. The feeling of fullness was amazing, and she thought she might cum again. She slid her arms up and around his back as he fucked her. "Hold on tight," said Cody, and Snow obediently wrapped her legs and arms around him. He lifted her onto the floor, rolling her over onto her front just a foot away from Charlton. "Suck his cock," he said, and slammed his own back into her ready and waiting pussy. Snow leaned forward and took Charlton in her mouth. He grunted his appreciation, placing a hand on the back of her head and lightly pushing down. Snow did her best to accommodate, distracted by the thick cock filling her pussy. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Cody increased his speed, literally pounding his cock into her, and Snow felt his balls slap against her with every thrust. She moaned around Charlton's dick, and felt her pussy begin to clench in orgasm. "Oh, fuck," said Cody as her insides squeezed him tight, and he pumped his cum into her, groaning and shuddering. Snow's back arched up and she came hard, almost choking on Charlton's dick as she cried out. Cody withdrew from her and her pussy felt suddenly empty. She kept working at Charlton's cock, wondering if Cody would have it in him to go another round.

After a minute she felt him pressing against her entrance again, and she eagerly lifted her hips to give him better access, surprised he was ready so soon. She was filled with his cum and her own fluid, and his dick slipped in easily. Snow halted as he began to thrust in and out. His cock felt different, not so full. She dropped Charlton from her mouth and turned to look. Mike was fucking her, quite enthusiastically. Cody was lying on the couch, pulling on his cock to get it hard again. To her surprise Zach was also standing in the doorway, apparently awaiting his turn. Mike was breathing hard and his small cock was ramming in her like a machine. He didn't say anything when he saw her looking, just smiled and fucked her faster. Charlton turned her head guided his dick to her mouth. Snow wondered if her pussy could take three fuckings, especially if Mike kept pounding her like that. She decided she'd worry about it later and just enjoy the feeling for now. She slipped a hand between her legs gently rubbed her clit up and down with one finger. It was slick with juices and sticky. 

Mike suddenly stopped and pulled her away from Charlton. He laid down on the floor and pulled her on top of him, and snow realized it was turn to do the work. She straddled him and slipped his cock into her pussy. He breathed hard as she began to ride his dick, bouncing and moaning. Zach appeared in front of her, naked. His erect penis was about six inches long, and all of it was bobbing right in front of her face. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, never stopping the rhythm of her riding. Zach sighed and put a hand on her head, closing his eyes and clearly enjoying himself. From the corner of her eye Snow could see Charlton jerking himself at the same steady pace. 

"Oh yeah," breathed Zach. "Oh, that's a good girl, that's a good girl." He thrust his cock into her throat farther, fucking her mouth. "Shit, yes, that's a good little girl!" beneath her, Mike continued his deep breathing but said nothing. Snow stopped riding his cock as she thought she heard the front door open, but then she heard nothing and returned to working his cock in and out of her pussy as Zach did the same to her mouth. After a moment she felt a pair of eyes on her, and turned from Zach's dick to see Jimmy, Rob, and Samuel standing in the doorway. Apparently her roommates were carpooling. Snow felt slightly ashamed that they were seeing her like this, but she didn't stop her rhythm on top of Mike, and Zach was pushing his dick against her face again, eager to resume the blowjob.

"Well, well, well," said Jimmy. "I didn't know we were having a party. Is there room for everyone?" He looked over at Charlton, instinctively knowing who was in charge. Charlton smiled, nodded, and gave them a 'be my guest' gesture with his free hand. Without hesitation, Jimmy began taking his clothes off, followed by Samuel. Rob seemed reluctant, or shy. Snow watched, excited but also nervous. She didn't know how much her pussy could take, and Samuel was black. Was it true what they said? 

Yes, she discovered a moment later when both men were naked. It was absolutely true. Samuels' cock must have been nine inches, and it was at least as big around as Cody's had been. 

"Here," said Zach, and withdrew himself from her mouth. "You want to try that," he said to the guys. "Fucking amazing little cocksucker." Beneath her, Mike began to thrust upward to meet her, holding his breath and then letting it out in sharp puffs of air. Snow fucked him for all she was worth as the other guys looked on, stroking themselves. With a final 'pah!' of air, Mike came inside her, his body jerking abruptly, and as soon as he was done she rolled off of him, wondering what would happen next. 

Zach answered her question by lying down on the floor and pulling her toward him. She mounted him, his cock a welcome presence in her pussy.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "That's a nice tight pussy." Cody approached her, hard again, and her right hand closed around him, pulling his shaft up and down. Samuel came in on her left, and Jimmy appeared in front of her. She leaned forward and let Jimmy fuck her mouth as she jerked off Cody and Samuel. She rode Zach's cock and moaned her pleasure around the dick in her mouth. She almost couldn't believe this was happening, it felt so surreal. 

She could still see Charlton from the corner of her eye. He was smiling, clearly enjoying the show, and continuing to work his cock. The men were grunting and groaning, she was having a hard time telling what was coming from where now. She heard the front door open again, this time she was certain, but she didn't stop and neither did any of the men. She couldn't see what was going on or who had come in, but it no longer mattered. Snow changed her rhythm, sliding her pussy back and forth across Zach's body, rubbing herself on him and working her clit as best she could. She was close now. From the corner of her eye, she could see Charlton mouthing something and gesturing to someone, but she was too close to pay much attention.

Snow heard the guys grunting their exertions but all she could focus on was her impending orgasm. She rubbed her pussy against Zach, frantically jerking her hips and pressing down. Her pussy clenched around Zach, and he let loose another stream of approving profanities. She came against him, her body flooding with feeling and the cocks in her hands temporarily forgotten. It was a couple seconds before she realized there was a finger in her ass. Zach's hands were accounted for, and Charlton was still sitting. She could only assume it was Joel, her other roommate. The finger gently worked her ass and she leaned forward to give it better access. Suddenly Zach lifted her off of him and turned her around, Jimmy's cock popping out of her mouth as Samuel and Rob were tending to their own needs with their hands. 

She thought he only meant to change the position, but to Snow's surprise, she felt Zach pushing against her anus. She'd always enjoyed the stimulation of a single finger in her ass, but she'd never tried to take a whole cock. She looked to Charlton, afraid, but he just nodded and smiled encouragingly at her. Snow took a nervous gulp and tried to calm her fears.

"Relax," said Zach. His cock, slick with her pussy juice and the cum from before, was slowly but steadily sliding into her ass. "I won't hurt you. Much." The feeling was strange, but also good. The fullness was incredible, but it made her pussy ache and feel empty. She looked up at Samuel. She wanted to try the black cock. 

"Fuck me," she said to him, astonished at her own braveness. Samuel didn't need to be asked twice. Within seconds he was kneeling over her and Zach and sliding his massive cock into her cunt. 

"Oh my god," gasped Snow as she was penetrated from both sides. She'd never felt so full and she thought she might cum just from the feeling. Zach held relatively still, but she could feel Samuel rubbing against him through the walls of her pussy. "Oh my god," she said again, amazed and completely stuffed. Cody came around from above her and Zach and his cock tapped her in the face until she opened her mouth and took him inside, tilting her head back so his cock was angled down her throat. He groaned, fucking downwards.

Rob was sitting on the floor, jerking off while he watched with wide eyes. Jimmy came next to her and groped her boob while he jacked his dick up and down. Samuel rode her pussy hard, every thrust causing delightful pressure against Zach's cock, and Snow found herself on the verge of yet another orgasm. Her clenching pussy was too much for Samuel, and he blew his load inside her as she screamed her pleasure around Cody's cock and came the hardest she'd ever come, her asshole squeezing Zach's dick like it never wanted to let it go. Samuel pulled out of her and before she even had time to put her legs down Jimmy was between her legs, and his cock was inside her. 

After Samuel's massive tool Jimmy felt like nothing, but the rubbing through the walls of her pussy and ass kept the feeling intense. Rob moved closer, standing over her now as he rapidly pulled on his penis. He was groaning a little bit and Snow suddenly felt drops landing on her arm and looked over to see Rob cumming on her breasts. Zach was grunting beneath her and she knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. Joel and Charlton were still watching and jacking off. Mike was watching but appeared to be down and out for the count as far as sex was concerned. Snow felt Zach push hard into her ass, the pain made up for by the fullness. He was breathing shakily and jerking, and she felt his hot cum spurt inside her ass. Jimmy was grunting like he wouldn't be far behind. Cody began spasming against her face, and she felt him shoot his cum down her throat.

"Swallow it, swallow it," moaned Cody, still pushing his cock down her throat. She let the cum slide down her throat, her swallows massaging his softening dick and he shuddered. 

"Oh yea, swallowing like a good little slut, oh yea, oh yea," Jimmy was pounding into her pussy, each thrust causing Zach's limp cock to slip out of her a little more. "Oh yea!" Jimmy came hard, slamming his cock into her pussy so hard that Snow's body started to slip further up Zach's body, the seeping fluids lubricating her way. Jimmy collapsed against her, taking her nipple in his mouth as he lay against her. Snow softly whimpered. 

"Snow." Charlton's voice was calm but full of lust. "Come here." She obediently pulled herself from under Jimmy, his cock falling out of her, and crawled on her hands and knees over to Charlton, climbing halfway onto the chair to take his firm penis into her mouth. Joel came behind her, and she felt him pressing against her ass, already lubed from Zach's cum. Joel's cock slipped in easily, and Snow was surprised how much she liked it, even without the second cock ravaging her pussy. He thrust in her, shallow but quick, and Snow matched his pace as she sucked Charlton's cock, eager to swallow his load. The other men watched, spent. 

Joel cupped her butt cheeks in his hand, gently, and then gave them a little smack. Snow was surprised, but the slight jarring of her body against the dick buried in her ass was surprisingly delicious. He smacked her ass again, then rubbed them deeply, all the while fucking her asshole. She angled her hips upward as she worked on Charlton's staff, giving him better access. He obliged her by again lightly smacking her ass cheek. She panted with pleasure, her tongue sliding down Charlton's cock, licking and questing while she deep throated him. 


Fairy Tales Ch. 01



Charlton was close, she could hear it in the sounds he was making. Joel was grunting against her, still offering the occasional smack that sent fresh waves of pleasure flowing straight through her. Charlton began to cum, he gave a long sigh of pleasure and sent a streams of cum down Snow's throat. The sight must have set Joel off, because seconds later he'd pulled out of her ass and was spurting hot white liquid all over her back. Snow swallowed, and let Charlton's cock fall from her mouth. She looked up and around the room, suddenly shy. It was a slightly awkward silence.

"So I'm thinking if you ever need help with your rent, maybe we can work something out," said Joel.



Fairy Tales Ch. 02



"Shit," giggled Ella as her shoe slipped off again. The strap had busted somewhere around halfway through the night, and she'd been walking lopsidedly ever since, trying to keep it on her foot. The fact that they were four inch heels made it very noticeable if she was only wearing one. She'd had a couple glasses of champagne though, and the more she drank, the less she cared about her shoe. She attempted to reattach it as Charlie rubbed her leg through her flowy black dress. He was looking extra handsome in his formal military attire and Ella almost reconsidered going back to his place instead of home. The military ball was a special night, right? 

"Babe, are you alright? Do you need me to carry you inside?" Charlie teased her as she struggled with the shoe. 

"I'm fine, fine," Ella reassured him. "I only have another 10 feet to go, I think I can make it." Charlie kissed her goodnight and Ella was sorry that he didn't try to persuade her to come home with him again, but she knew that it was probably for the best. Her volunteer shift at the animal shelter would come bright and early tomorrow. She exited the car and staggered her way up the steps to her parents' house. Well, her mom and stepdad's house. Her mother had married Ryan when Ella was 15 and she'd lived with the two of them ever since, while her father wandered the country doing who knows what. She was lucky to get a call on her birthday. 

Ella fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door. She wondered if Ryan was home; she knew her mother was away at a conference all weekend. She slipped off her shoes with a sigh of relief and dropped them on the floor, wincing as the heels clattered on the wooden floor. She couldn't wait to have her own place. If she didn't need to save money for veterinary school she'd be in her own apartment now, but her mother and Ryan gave her free room and board in exchange for her helping around the house when she wasn't working at the local café. It wasn't too bad of a deal, if you didn't mind dishpan hands every night. As Ella headed up the stairs she heard Ryan's voice.

"Ella? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," she said, hoping he wasn't coming to confront her about the dishes she'd left undone before the ball. She'd needed the time to fix her hair properly. Ryan appeared in the hallway, wearing only his boxers. He had a nice body for an older man, Ella supposed, but she wished he could wear normal pajamas like her friends dads. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"You look lovely, Ella. Very pretty. Did you forget anything, maybe, before you left? Hmm? You know your mother and I ask very little of you, you could at least make an effort."

Ella sighed. This conversation again, great. "I'm sorry, Ryan, I was just so excited about the ball. I'll do them first thing in the morning, promise." She smiled her most winning smile at him. Please let him just go back to bed. To her surprise, Ryan reached out and grabbed her arm.

"I'm getting tired of your excuses Ella. You're 22, you're not a child anymore. We shouldn't have to have these conversations now that you've....grown." His gaze dropped down to her well exposed cleavage. Ella felt a strong urge to cover up and became aware of the smell of whisky on Ryan's breath. Was he drunk? "Let's go downstairs, Ella, and you can take care of those right now. Come on." Still holding her arm, he led her down the steps to the kitchen. 

"Ryan, I can't really wash dishes in this," she said, indicating her dress."Look, let me just run change, and I'll be right back to do these, ok? And you can just go back to bed. I'll take care of it."

"You're right," said Ryan. "You can't do dishes in that dress." Before Ella could move, Ryan had the zipper of her dress in his hand, and pulled.

"Ryan!" shouted Ella, as she leaped away and clutched at the sides of her flapping dress. "What are you doing?!"

"Helping you out of your dress, obviously." He reached for the dress again, tugging at the side. To her horror, he managed to tug it down, revealing her strapless bra. She quickly covered her breasts with her hands. 

"Stop, please," she begged. "Ryan, I think you're drunk, please just go back upstairs and leave me alone."

"I just want to oversee your chores, that's all," said Ryan, and he tugged the dress down the rest of the way. "You've grown up so much, Ella. You're so beautiful." He ran his hand softly over the side of her left thigh. "Now, wash those dishes, no arguments."

"Please," began Ella, and Ryan spanked her buttocks, hard. She was stunned into silence. There was nothing to protect her derriere from his hand except a tiny scrap of black lace, and the slap left her rear stinging. 

"Wash the dishes, Ella."

She turned toward the sink, stepping out of her dress, tears springing up and blinding her vision. What was going on? Why oh why wasn't her mother home? She turned on the hot water and got the soap. Ryan leaned over to watch her.

"Good," he said, and caressed her butt. She took the pot scrubber and began to scrub as Ryan continued to cup her buttocks with his left hand. His right hand was rubbing her back, gently, and then suddenly her bra was undone. Ella stifled a sob as her breasts sprang free. Ryan reached both hands around and squeezed her boobs, making satisfied sounds as he did so. 

"Keep scrubbing," he murmured into her ear as he continued to fondle her breasts. He pressed closer against her and she became aware of his hard cock pressing against her. Dear god, what was going on?

"Ryan," she began again, but he clapped a hand over her mouth.

"No more talking," he said, and slid his right hand down her taut stomach and into her lacy panties. Ella gasped as his fingers parted her and gently rubbed. Despite her best efforts, she found herself leaning back into him and spreading her legs while lifting her pelvis to give him better access. This was so wrong, what was wrong with her? The wet slickness of her folds confirmed her state of arousal as Ryan continued to trace his fingers up and down her pussy. A tiny moan escaped her. Oh god, what was wrong with her?

"Ella," said Ryan, "You're not focusing on the task at hand." She realized that the pot scrubber had dropped from her hand and the sink was in danger of overflowing. She picked it up and made a few half hearted scrubs at the crusted on stains while turning off the water. Ryan's finger slipped inside her, and she nearly dropped it again. "Keep scrubbing," he instructed her, and began to fuck her with his finger. Ella gasped but obediently kept working at the pot. She was soaking wet, and he easily slid in another finger, the feeling of fullness making her whimper. He moved his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, hitting every pleasure center inside her pussy. Her scrubbing grew more and more erratic, she was scarcely aware of the pot in her hands. 

He tugged the crotch of her panties aside, and to Ella's shock she felt his cock pressing against her opening. 

"No!" she cried out. This had already gone too far. Ryan pressed his cock against her ever so lightly, just the very tip of it inside her. "No," she said again, but all she could think about was how good his dick would feel inside her. Maybe just for a minute... no! The tip of it pressed against her was driving her crazy. She wanted him and she knew it was wrong. But it would feel so good. He wiggled the tip back and forth a little. "No," she said, but her resolve was weakening. Without warning, Ryan pulled back and then plunged his cock fully into her pussy, to the hilt. "No, oh God!!" screamed Ella. He felt amazing, so much better than his fingers, and she pushed herself back against him, leaning over the counter. Ryan began to fuck her, his thick cock thrusting into her hard. 

Ella was making frantic sounds as she neared orgasm. Ryan reached around and lightly stimulated her clit, and Ella suddenly burst into a fantastic orgasm, her whole body saying 'yes' even as she screamed 'no'. Ryan redoubled his efforts as she was coming down from her high, pumping himself into her even harder and grunting with satisfaction. 

"Oh Ella, fuck, your pussy's so tight," he was squeezing her butt hard as he fucked her, and Ella was pushing her ass into the air, loving it. The cool counter rubbed against her nipples and she shuddered with pleasure. This was wrong, so wrong, but it was so hot...

"Nooooo" she moaned, as her body tensed again. "Oh god... oh god... nooo...."

Ryan leaned down over her, his hands grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the counter.

"Stop saying no, when you know you want this. You've always wanted this." He groaned again and bit her shoulder. The sensation of his hands trapping her, pinning her to the counter was too much, and Ella began to cum again. 

"Oh yes! No! Fuck!" she cried, and her pussy pulsed, three times, pushing Ryan over the edge. He gave a long wordless groan and his cock spewed inside her. Ella shoved her butt back at him, loving the feeling of his dick pumping into her. Each spasm pushed his cock even further inside her pussy, and she rubbed herself against him. Ryan laid on top of her, silent, for a minute or two, then stood and withdrew his cock from her, his cum spilling out of her as he did. 

"Finish the dishes, Ella. And don't tell your mother."



Fairy Tales Ch. 03



Aurora, or "Rory" as her friends called her, had never been "put under" for a medical procedure before. Her doctor - Dr. Philip, as he liked to be called, because he felt it bolstered a sense of familiarity between himself and his patients - was quick to reassure her that there was nothing to fear. Getting her wisdom teeth out was common for girls her age, and a relatively quick and painless procedure with all the benefits modern technology provided. With slight trepidation, Rory agreed to a time and before she knew it, she was in the surgeons chair, an IV being carefully inserted into the veins in the back of her hand, and being asked to count down from 10. She didn't even make it to 6 before she was out.

The procedure went according to plan, and after extracting the last unwanted tooth from her gums, Dr Philip prepared to leave the room, and leave the clean up to his nurse and also girlfriend, Mel. 

'Wait a minute,' said Mel, giving Philip the coy, hungry look he had learned to associate with her feeling horny, "Come here." Philip, smiling, crossed the room to Mel. She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to her. In her seated position, his cock was just level with her mouth and he leaned his pelvis forward to gently brush the area against her lips. Mel smiled and nuzzled him through his scrubs, breathing hot air onto his cock and causing it to stiffen. He inhaled sharply and moved his hands to his tie-string pants. Mel reached up and grabbed it. "Allow me," she said. She gently teased the waistband of his pants down an inch, just revealing the tip of his erection and she carefully leaned in and licked the tip, softly but with warmth and a hungry, lapping tongue. Philip sighed with pleasure and made to move his pants down fully to give Mel better access. She slowly licked her way around his shaft, teasing him with clever flicks of her tongue and occasional forays into her hot, wet mouth. He thrust his hips and cock at her impatiently and groaned. Smiling, Mel pulled back..

"You know what would be really hot?" she asked, biting her lip. She leaned over Rory, cupping her smooth yet supple breast. "To see you fucking her. Just like this, right now." Philip laughed nervously. Surely she was joking, and this was just dirty talk, intended to get him hot and bothered?

"You're more than enough for me," he said, leaning down to kiss her.

"I mean it!" She pulled back. "It would be so hot. And I bet she would like it. Look at her. Look at how young and pretty she is. Don't pretend you don't want her." Mel's fingers teased Rory's nipple till it poked out from her shirt, a plump bud of pleasure that Philip found incredibly arousing. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he rebuked her.

"I could lose my license over something like that. I could go to jail. So could you."

"Not if no one finds out," responded Mel. "Do you want me to get her warmed up for you?" She leaned forward and took Rory's nipple in her mouth, flicking it stiff with her tongue. Rory moaned in her sleep. Dr Philip started.

"She shouldn't be able to feel that! She shouldn't feel anything!" He reached for his charts to check on her information. Mel laughed and grabbed his hand. 

"Pain is different than pleasure. Watch." As Philip did as he was bid, Mel slid her hand up Rory's skirt and began to stroke her up and down, softly at first, then more vigorously as she went on. Rory gasped and grunted in response, her unconscious body bucking beneath Mel's fingers and thrusting itself at her. Despite his reservations, Philip felt himself grow hard with desire again. Mel pulled up Rory's skirt and inched her panties aside. She leaned down and began to lick Rory in her most private of places, and Rory, in her sleep, responded beautifully, spreading her legs and sighing with pleasure. Philip began to stroke himself as he watched, his cock swelling with every pass Mel's tongue made over Rory's sweet young pussy. Rory began to make mewling sounds, grinding her pelvis onto Mel's face, and Mel grabbed Rory's ass to pull herself in deeper. Just when the unconscious Rory was gasping and seemed on the verge of orgasm, Mel pulled away.

"Take her," she hissed at Philip. "She's more than ready for you. She passed a single finger over Rory's clit to prove her point, and the sleeping girl moaned and made thrusting motions with her hips. Unable to stop himself, Philip pulled his cock free from his pants. Mel smiled and, wetting her lips, quickly took his entire member into her mouth, licking and sucking until his cock was soaked. "Fuck her," she whispered excitedly, aiming his dick at Rory's eager, yearning hole. In the throes of lust, Philip plunged into the warm, damp crevice, shoving his cock in all the way to the hilt, as Rory bucked underneath him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Philip sighed with pleasure, she was so sweet and tight around him. He began pumping in and out of her, while Mel stuffed a hand down the front of her scrubs and began to rub herself. 

"Fuck her harder," she demanded, while she furiously stroked her clit. Philip obliged, his ass muscles clenching and unclenching while he thrust in and out of the sleeping girl. Rory cried out, and her pussy began to spasm around him. "Yes, she's coming, she's coming," cried Mel, humping her own fingers. The sights and sensations were too much for Philip and tensed up, then released with a mighty groan, filling Rory with his cum as he slammed into her again and again. Mel screamed her own release to his right, her eyes never closing as she watched him cream the unconscious girl. 

After everything was over and cleaned, Mel leaned in and whispered, "Next time, I want you to fuck them in the ass."



Fairy Tales Ch. 04



Scarlet knew as soon as she heard the car sputtering that she wouldn't be able to start it again. It was a miracle she'd gotten the junk heap going in the first place, and she'd been counting on making it to her grandmother's house before turning it off. The car was shaking and jerking like she was driving it through the forest itself, instead of on the smoothly paved road that ran through it. She sighed and steered the pile of scrap parts to the shoulder. With a final cough, the engine died. Without any real hope she turned the key. Maybe the car would surprise her. There was a slight whirring noise, but other than that the car made no response. 

Scarlet sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. She'd nearly made it, she must be within five miles of Grandmother's house. It was a shame her grandma enjoyed the solitude of country living. There wasn't another house around for miles. She popped the hood of the car and got out to take a look. 'yep,' she thought. 'that's an engine.' Unfortunately her knowledge of cars ended there. She wouldn't know where to begin even if she had an idea what the problem was. She pulled out her cell phone. She'd never been able to get service at her grandmother's house before, but maybe, just maybe this time she'd get lucky. 'No service' her home screen informed her, and she sighed again. The odds were slim to none that another car would be passing by to offer assistance or a ride. Should she chance the walk? If she stuck to the road, surely she'd be safe, and there was little chance of getting lost. She leaned against the hood of the car, pondering her options. Stay out here until her Grandma needed to head into town, or walk.

With no other real option, Scarlet grabbed her knapsack from the backseat and set off. It was a shame she hadn't thought to bring real shoes, her cute little flip flops were not made for long walks. Oh well, she'd make the best of it. Look at all the lovely nature in the woods, get some fresh air. The sun was just beginning to set, and she figured she'd be at Grandmother's house before full dark. A few errant birdcalls rang through the air, but other than that the forest was silent. 

As she walked, she wondered how she would replace her car. Her grandmother would give her a ride to the bus stop in town when it came time for her to return home, but the nearest bus stop to her house was a solid mile. There was no way she could take it every day to work, never mind the return trip. As a bartender, Scarlet always got off very late, or early, depending on how you looked at it, and the buses didn't run at that hour. 

The sun was setting faster than she anticipated. Perhaps she would be out in the dark for a while. She didn't relish the thought of walking through the woods at night, even on a paved road. She might end up tripping and falling sideways into a ravine or something, and there were rumored to be wolves in the woods. She doubted they would be so near the road where cars sometimes came, but she certainly didn't want to find out. She quickened her pace. Why had she packed so much? Her knapsack was getting heavy. She contemplated yelling and hoping her grandmother would hear and come to the rescue, but she was probably much too far, and anyway if Grandma didn't have her hearing aids in it would be a fruitless endeavor even from the next room over. 

It was nearly dark now. She had severely underestimated either the rate of sunset or the distance from her grandmother's house. She hoped there would be a moon soon, and with any luck, a full one. She could use all the light she could get. At least the flashlight app on her cell phone would work, with or without a signal. 

Awwwooooooooo.

Scarlet froze. Was that a wolf howl? Well of course it was, what else would it be, she asked herself. No reason to get all worked up, just because a wolf was somewhere far off in the woods. Very far off, no doubt. Probably miles and miles from where she - 

Awwwooooooooooo!

The echoing howl was much closer than the first one. It sounded quite close, in fact. Despite her instincts telling her to remain calm and rational Scarlet broke into a run, her knapsack banging against her back and her flip flops slapping the ground.

Aawwwwoooooooo...

The closest one yet! She looked behind her, expecting to see a wolf pack bearing down on her, teeth bared and snarling as they gained ground. She was so busy looking behind her, she didn't see the man standing in the middle of the road, and smacked into his chest at full speed. 

Oof. Scarlet was flat on her back, dazed by the fall. 

"You should really look where you're going," said a male voice. She looked up into the face of a stranger. He was staring down at her in a hungry sort of way. He extended a hand to help her up, and she accepted, noticing how his hands dwarfed her small ones. 'What big hands he has,' she thought. 

"Thank you. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She felt foolish now. Of course there wasn't a wolf pack after her. How silly she must have looked. "I sort of thought there might be wolves chasing me," she said sheepishly. 

Aawwoooooo.

The howls seemed so obviously far away now. How could she have thought they were right behind her? The man smiled at her. 

"Wolves? You were afraid of the wolves?" His smile broadened. "That is a foolish thing to worry about." Scarlet laughed a little at herself and smiled back at him. "What you should have been worried about," the man said, leaning in close, "is me" With lightning speed he reached out and grabbed Scarlet, one arm around her neck, while the other wrapped around her waist and he began to drag her into the woods.

"Help, help!" Scarlet screamed. She tried to kick, to pry his hands off of her, but he was too strong. 

"There's no one to hear you," the man said, his voice low and dangerous in her ear. He dragged her further into the woods. She kept struggling, trying to escape, but was making no headway. Abruptly she was shoved face down into the dirt. There was a hand pressed against her back, holding her down. She tried to turn her head and see what was happening, but he was holding her down too hard. "Now, let's see what we have here," the man said. His hand was on the back of her thigh, the hem of her skirt being raised up and over her waist. "Mmm," the man fondled her butt cheeks, caressing and cupping them almost tenderly. "That's very nice." He squeezed, hard, and Scarlet began to sob. 

His fingers hooked the elastic waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs to her knees. He resumed squeezing her ass, this time his hand on her bare flesh. 

"That was a very naughty short skirt you had on, little girl. The better to see your sexy legs. But so naughty. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?" Scarlet just sobbed harder. "Naughty girls get spanked." With a crack, he brought his hand down on her ass. "How many spankings do you think a naughty skirt like that earns? Shall we say twenty? I would like for you to count them. That would be 'one'." Scarlet said nothing, just stared at the tree root next to her head. CRACK! He spanked her again. "I guess we are still at one. Until you count for me, I'll just keep going." Still Scarlet refused to cooperate. CRACK! "Still one?" CRACK! "One." CRACK! "One." CRACK!

"One!" Scarlet gave in. Anything to get it over with. 

"There we are, I knew you were a good girl. Let's continue." CRACK!

"T-two.." sniffled Scarlet. "Three. Four." she kept counting as the spankings continued. Her ass felt like it was on fire. Her skin was burning. Her tears kept falling, and her pussy was getting wet. Wait, what? How was she getting turned on by this? A stranger in the woods was assaulting her, probably intending to rape her, and she was wet? "Fifteen." Her clit was beginning to throb, aching for attention. "Nineteen." What would happen after the spanking? She was about to find out. "Twenty." The abuse of her posterior stopped. 

"That's a good girl," said the man. "Now, let's see that lovely red ass up close. Up on your knees." Scarlet began to get up on all fours, but he pushed down her top half so her face was in the dirt again. "Just your ass. Mmm..." He traced the contours of her butt cheeks, his finger spreading fire across it. "What's this?" His hand slid between her legs, his fingers making contact with her sopping pussy. She gasped as he brushed across her clit, an involuntary shiver shaking her from head to toe. "So wet. Mmm." He started to fuck her with his fingers, first one, then two, and then a third. "I knew you wanted to be good little girl. You're so wet for me. So hot and tight, so ready for me to fuck you hard."

Scarlet heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothing, and then his cock was pressing against her pussy. 

"So wet," he said again, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, lubing it up with her juices. "Does my good little girl want this cock? Do you want this dick inside you, fucking you?" Scarlet mewled and tried to slide back onto his cock. She'd never wanted a cock so badly in her life. "I think you do. I think you are ready for a deep, hard fucking." He slammed into her all at once, and Scarlet cried out at the sudden pleasure and full sensation. He jerked out and rammed himself back in again and again, every thrust shaking Scarlet's whole body. His hand on the small of her back held her in place, and Scarlet no longer cared that her face was smashed into dirt and dead leaves and who knew what else. All that mattered was his cock, driving into her like this. She was so close to cumming. 

"Such a good little girl." He slapped her ass with one hand as he fucked her. Scarlet loved it, shoving her ass at him hard, keeping her head down low to give him easier access. His cock was large, and she felt like she was absolutely crammed full of it. His hand slid from her ass around to the front, and he began to fondle her clit. "Cum for me, cum for me now," he ordered, and with the added stimulation, Scarlet was pushed over the edge. She climaxed, and it seemed to go on and on, the walls of her vagina clamping down on his dick even harder, and he grunted at the sensation. "Fuck yeah," he slammed into her even harder, her tits bouncing almost up to her chin from the impact. He slapped her ass again, then abruptly pulled out and pushed her all the way to the ground. She felt something wet and sticky hitting her bruised ass cheeks, and the man groaned his pleasure. Scarlet was still shaking from her orgasm as he backed away. 

She lay still for a few minutes, her too-empty pussy occasionally spasming and her legs randomly twitching. Her ass was so tender. Finally she lifted her head to see what the strange man was doing. She looked all around, but he was gone.



Fairy Tales Ch. 05



Hanna stepped off the train. She had her luggage in hand, and her heart was fluttering madly in her chest. Where was he? Then she saw him. Tall, blonde, and tan, Jeremy looked exactly like the pictures he'd sent her. She had been quite sure he was the real deal, but you never really knew with online dating. She hoped he was equally pleased with her appearance. He stepped forward, smiling broadly. 

"Hanna." It was almost a question, as if he wasn't quite sure. 

"Jeremy," She smiled back at him, extending her hand for a shake and then immediately cursing herself for being too formal. That was no way to start their first weekend together! Jeremy ignored her hand, though and went in for hug. 

"I can't believe you're finally here!" he squeezed her against his warm chest. 

"I know, I know," said Hanna, her arms encircling his waist. "It's finally happening." They'd been trying to meet up for the last two months, but with his work, and her work, they'd been unable to coordinate schedules. Till now. "It's so good to see you in person. I was half afraid you wouldn't show."

"Are you kidding me? All the phone calls and the texts and the pictures, and you think I'd miss an opportunity to spend real time with you? You're crazy. Come on, let's get out of here." He picked up her bags for her and slipped his other arm across her shoulders, guiding her to the parking lot. It was a short drive to his house, made even shorter by their conversation. Jeremy pulled into his drive and Hanna admired his house. It was small but well-kept. He took her bags for her again and unlocked the front door, ushering her inside. 

"Here we are, home sweet home." He swept his arm across the living room in an expansive gesture. 

"It's lovely. Truly." Hanna honestly wouldn't have cared if it was a mess, she just wanted to stare into Jeremy's eyes for hours. 

"And down here is your room for the weekend." Hanna pressed her lips together nervously. She'd asked for the spare room. Despite the hours of conversations she and Jeremy had had, this was sort of their first real date, and she didn't sleep with guys on the first date. Fortunately Jeremy had seemed fine with it, reassuring her that the only thing that mattered was her comfort. The rest, he'd said, could wait. She hoped he meant it. He placed her bags in her room and left her to 'settle in' as he put it, suggesting they meet in the living room in half an hour to go out for dinner. 

Hanna looked around her room. Though it was minimal, it looked comfortable enough. There was a bed, an old one, by the looks of it, but a bed nevertheless, a chair, and a dresser. The walls were paneled halfway up with a dark wood, textured and knotty. She sat on the bed for a minute, taking everything in. She gazed ahead of her, excitedly thinking of the weekend stretching ahead of her with Jeremy, when her gaze alighted on something. One of the wood pieces making up the paneling appeared to have a round hole where a knot might have been at one point. It almost as if light were coming in through the hold, but it was hard to tell. She kneeled next to wall and pressed her eye to it, but still saw nothing. She shrugged it off, and began to unpack her clothes, trying to decide what to wear for dinner. 

Hanna selected a short, flirty flower print sundress and hoped they weren't going anywhere too formal. She left her room and went to the living room to wait. Jeremy wasn't there yet. She began to wander around, acquainting herself with his house. The family pictures on the fireplace mantel she took as a sign that he must have a good relationship with his parents. She went back down the hall to her room, intending to grab her lipstick just in case she needed a touch up while they were out, but then she paused at the door of the room next to her. Jeremy hadn't included it in his brief tour, and she wondered what as inside. She opened the door and stepped in. It appeared to be his office, a desk piled high with papers and a laptop suggested. It too was minimally decorated, save for a painting of a ship at sea, hung oddly low on the wall. The top of the painting only reached about hip height. It seemed very strange to her. She turned to leave, then paused. The painting was on the wall which connected to her room. She strode over to it and lifted it. There was a hole in the wall, and when she pressed her eye to it, she could see the spare room bed. Dropping her hands and letting the painting fall back into place, swinging wildly, she sat up. Perhaps this was just coincidence. She couldn't believe Jeremy would put up a peephole. More than likely this was some construction mishap and he'd only hung the painting over it to hide the ugly mark in the wall. Maybe he didn't even know you could see straight through! Comforting herself with these thoughts, she returned to the living room just as Jeremy walked out from the bathroom.

"Ready?" He smiled at her, offering her his arm, which she accepted, and they were on their way. They had a wonderful time at dinner, Hanna slightly overindulging in the wine and beginning to question whether she REALLY needed to wait till a second or third date to share his bed. They were so compatible, laughing and keeping up a constant stream of conversation all night. When they arrived back at his house, Jeremy suggested they watch a movie, which Hanna knew was Guy Code for 'make out and maybe more', but she was eager to kiss him and agreed. Before the opening credits had even begun to roll, Jeremy was turning her face to his, his kisses hot and lustful. He kissed a trail around her neck and earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure down Hanna's spine. She returned the kisses, feeling him grow hard against her leg. She smiled to herself, pleased to have turned him on. He teased the top of her sundress down over her breasts, and rolled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

Hanna leaned back, enjoying the feeling. Feeling bold, she put a hand on the front of his jeans and began to rub. He groaned and responded by taking her nipple into his mouth, while his hands yanked up her skirt and fervently sought her moist pussy. She made sounds of pleasure, spreading her legs. She kept stroking his cock through his pants, thinking about it inside of her. He would feel so good...

Abruptly, Jeremy stopped and pulled back. 

"I'm sorry, Hanna, I'm sorry. I know you wanted to wait. I just can't help myself. You're so damn sexy, and I want you so bad." Hanna felt bereft at the sudden loss of his mouth and fingers. She pouted a little. He was right though. She would feel much better about herself in the morning if she waited. With a sigh, she stood.

"I should probably get to bed anyway, it's kind of late." She would much rather stay up late with Jeremy, but well... damn her conscience! He nodded and agreed with her, promising that he would take her to the beach in the morning and giving her one last kiss goodnight. Hanna returned to her room, still incredibly horny. She changed into her sexy little nightie she'd packed - just in case she ended up sleeping with him against her better judgement - and crawled into bed. He pussy was still so wet and throbbing, though. How would she ever sleep? The bed wasn't that comfortable, either, the mattress felt thin and lumpy. Warm air blew in from the open window, and Hanna threw off the bed covers. It was never this hot at night back home. She sighed. She was absolutely aching for sex. Hesitantly, she ran her fingers down her body, slipping under her panties, only to find they were soaked. Somehow, that excited her more, and she began to slowly rub little circles around her clit, making every effort to keep quiet. Jeremy must never know what she was doing. 

She moved her arm and found a new lump in the bed. What the hell was with this mattress? It felt like there were rocks under it and it was actually distracting her from touching herself. As she stopped moving, she heard a sound. Was that the door of the next room being opened? No, she must be imagining things. What WAS that lump in the mattress? Maybe an old set of sheets had been left underneath by mistake, and were now wadded up and bunching together. She hopped off the bed and groped under the mattress, searching for sheets. Her fingers touched something hard. Very hard. It felt cool and smooth, almost tube-like. She closed her hand around it and pulled it out. 

Hanna was holding a dildo. There was a scraping sound from the wall adjoining the next room. Was that the house settling... or Jeremy moving the painting aside and peering through the hole? She looked at the dildo in her hand. The phallic shape was stirring her lustful feelings again. She wondered why it was under her bed. Was it possible that Jeremy had placed it there, intentionally, and that he was now peeking at her, maybe getting excited? The thought was titillating. Maybe she should give him something to watch. She climbed onto the bed, carefully arranging herself so her pussy was pointed directly at the hole in the wall. Was she imagining the sound of heavy breathing, the soft thuds of someone settling in? 

She ran a hand around her breast, pinching her nipple and letting her other hand bring the dildo down to her pussy and rubbing it slowly up and down, wetting the tip. The slicked silicone penis felt good on her swollen clit, cool and firm. She moaned and continued working it up and down. A soft slapping sound, like flesh meeting flesh, drifted through the wall in the next room Hanna thought of Jeremy jacking off to her masturbation, and found the thought surprisingly erotic. She spread her legs to give him a better view of her sopping wet pussy, and slowly began to inch the dildo into her hungry vagina. 

"Ooo, yes," she said. She wanted him to hear her and be excited by it. "Oh, yeah," she slid in another inch. She moved her other hand down from her nipple and began to rub her clit. She hoped he could see it all. "Mmm, Jeremy," she said, a fiendish smile on her face as she thought of how that would excite him. The base of the dildo bumped her strumming fingers, and she relished the full feeling. She began to thrust the dildo in and out, her other hand still busy at her clit. She imagined Jeremy's hard cock inside of her instead of the faux penis, filling her as his balls slapped against her and his warm weight pressed her down. She worked the dildo faster, thinking of how good it would feel to cum on his cock, raking her nails down his back while her pussy squeezed him tight. 

"OO, yes, Jeremy," she panted, working the dildo still faster. She was certain she heard him now, there was no mistaking the sound of a man vigorously jerking off. His own grunts of pleasure were quite audible through the wall; even her own cries were not drowning them out. "I love the way you FUCK me, Jeremy," she said. Suddenly inspired, she stood up and bent herself over the bed, never pulling the dildo out. She kept one hand beneath her body, stimulating her clit, and the other behind and slightly below so she could drive the dildo in and out. She hoped he was enjoying the view.

She was getting close to cumming now. She was holding her breath and focusing on the feeling, pretending the penis fucking her was actually Jeremy's, and not controlled by her own hand. She was so wet it was hard to keep the dildo from slipping out. Her juices were running down her thighs. Her fingers circled her clit faster and faster, and then a mighty orgasm swept through her, making her scream out, "Fuck, Jeremy, I'm CUUUUMMMMINNNG!" There was an answering groan from the far side of the wall as Hanna, gasping and shaking, began to slow the progress of the dildo. Her thighs felt so weak she could barely stand, and she clumsily climbed up onto the bed, the slippery dildo falling out to the floor. She was exhausted now. It felt like all that wine was finally catching up to her. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was how amazing her and Jeremy's sex life was going to be.



Fairy Tales Ch. 06



Marigold's overactive imagination had gotten her into trouble again. She'd been romanticizing the forest, getting in touch with nature, and now she was lost. She knew she couldn't be too far from the campsite she and her friends had chosen for the weekend, but she had no idea which direction to go. She'd been dreamily composing a poem in her head, something about the mystery of the woods, and some little spark in the back of her brain had suggested perhaps this was a magic forest, filled with fairies and talking animals. She knew it was ridiculous, of course, but she'd scampered ever deeper into the depths of the woods, caught up in her fantasy.

It was probably all to blame on all the fantasy books she read, she thought. Unicorns and dragons and talking cats, elves and fairies and lonely sorcerors who lived alone in the forest, it was all terribly fun to think about, but less fun now the sun was beginning to set and and there was a chill in the air. She called out, hoping someone would hear her - her friends, another camper, a forest ranger, anyone. She kept yelling until her throat began to feel hoarse. Still no one responded. She felt like she'd been walking for miles; how had she not reached the campsite or at least the end of the forest? If only she could find a park road, that would be something. 

Marigold hugged herself, rubbing her arms in an effort to keep warm. It wasn't too uncomfortable yet, but she knew the temperature up here would drop drastically once the sun set and night came. Maybe she could find some shelter, a cave or a hollow tree. At least she would have a warmer place to stay the night, and in the morning her friends were bound to come looking for her. Perhaps there would be a full search party, helicopters and a full crew of rangers, followed by reporters. They'd interview her and fill the air with her story, with how brave she'd been. 'It was nothing,' she'd say, 'I knew I would be found eventually.' She'd use the opportunity to create her greatest poem yet, post it on the internet and achieve fame. 'What a brave girl,' everyone would say, 'to survive such an ordeal.' Men would feel the overwhelming urge to protect her from another such mishap, she'd have them falling at her feet to be with her...

The crack of a branch snapping drew her from her fantasy. A squirrel went zipping by overhead, and Marigold shook her head. How silly she was being! She'd always hand a tendency to romanticize things, and look where that had gotten her. She told herself she would be quite content with being found, soon and unharmed, and never mind the tv reporters and the men. Well, perhaps just one man. A handsome park ranger, overcome by her beauty, sweeping her into his arms and covering her with a blanket, insisting she was too weak to walk, taking her to his home and nursing her back to health. He'd spoon-feed her broth, and one night they'd kiss...

"Stop it, Marigold!" she said out loud. She really needed to focus, no more letting her imagination run wild. It was getting darker by the minute, and if she didn't find a place to shelter her from the cold, it was going to be a very long and miserable night. They'd find her poor frozen body, and the tragic story would be all over the news. 'How sad,' everyone would say. No, focus! She picked a direction at random and set off. 

* 

She'd been walking for forever. It was a magical forest, and once you entered, you were doomed to keep walking until you died of thirst, and then the forest trees sucked your body dry for nutrients... she was disrupted from her latest imagining by the realization that there was light up ahead. A light! She broke into a run and came upon a cabin. There was smoke coming from the chimney and her hands shook as she thought of the warmth. She was saved! She ran to the door and hammered her fists on it. 

"Hello? Hello? Please, help me!" she cried. There was no response. She tried again, knocking louder. "Hello? Please, I'm lost and I need help." Still no response. Maybe no one was home? Hands trembling, she reached for the door handle. It was unlocked, and she pushed her way in, thanking her lucky stars. "Hello? I'm so sorry to intrude, but I'm lost, you see..." Her voice trailed off as she realized that the cabin was empty. It wasn't terribly large, and was set up as one room only, so she was quite certain she was alone. She hurried to the wood stove in the corner, which was radiating waves of heat. Marigold had never felt anything so glorious.

Once she'd soaked up enough heat to feel human again, she began to look around at her surroundings. There were a few deer heads mounted on the wall, and a large gun rack on the wall opposite. She guessed it must be some kind of hunting cabin. There were three beds near the back of the cabin, completely open to the room and each other. Probably some sort of bachelor get-away pad, then. If it was a family they would probably have made some attempt at separation, for privacy. That was fine, as long as they were hospitable bachelors. She imagined them coming home from a day's hunting, shocked and delighted to find a beautiful young woman in dire need of their help. They'd fuss over her, radio for help, insist she take a bed while they slept on the couch and waited for help...

Her growling stomach brought her back to reality. Surely such hospitable men wouldn't begrudge her some food. She'd noticed a pot on the wood stove earlier, and when she opened the lid, she found a stew of sorts. A quick search of the 'kitchen' portion of the cabin revealed bowls and utensils, and she soon had a heart helping dished up, burning her tongue as she scarfed it down. It was delicious. Once she'd eaten her fill, unabashedly going back for seconds, she began to feel sleepy. Maybe she'd just lie down on the couch for a few minutes. She stretched out, trying to get comfortable, but it was hard and unyielding. With a sigh, Marigold sat up and eyeballed the beds across the room. Maybe she could just take a short nap on one, leaping up and pretending she hadn't the instant someone arrived home. They looked warm and inviting.

She crossed the room and laid down on the bed nearest the fire, but quickly decided it was much too warm there, and moved to the bed furthest away. Before she could drift off, she began to feel chilled, and moved again, this time to the bed in the middle. It was the perfect compromise, and soon Marigold was fast asleep. 

She was startled awake by voices. How long had she been sleeping?

"Well, well. What do we have here?" A gruff masculine voice was coming from the foot of the bed. Marigold sat up and her blood ran cold. A large man was standing there with a rifle pointed directly at her. Two other men flanked him, one on each side, and both had weapons drawn on her as well. 

"I'm so sorry!" pleaded Marigold, adrenaline coursing through her. "I was lost, you see, and I meant no harm, I just needed to get in out of the cold."

"Trespasser," spat the man on the right. "You didn't see the signs? 'Trespassers will be shot on sight'?"

"I'm so sorry," she said again, her voice quavering. "I'll leave now!" she swung her legs over to the side of the bed and made to stand up, but the barrel of the rifle in her chest forced her back down. 

"It's too late for that," said the large man. "Say goodbye." he cocked the gun and Marigold swallowed hard.

"Wait," she sputtered. "I can make it up to you! Anything you want!" She noticed the smaller man on the left eyeing her chest, and she shakily began to undo the buttons on her blouse. "Look, see, we can work something out." She smiled desperately, undoing the last buttons and pulling her shirt off behind her. The large man threw a glance at his companions, quirking an eyebrow as if to ask what they thought. 

"Come on, Bruin, let's have a little fun," the man on the right spoke up. Bruin, the large man, turned to the smaller man on the left. 

"Robert?" he asked.

"Hmm. Take off those pants and let's see," said Robert, addressing Marigold. She continued to force a smile, and stood up, unzipping her jeans and sliding them to the floor. "That'll do." Robert nodded to Bruin, and Bruin lowered the gun.

"Alright then. Who gets her first? Jacob?" He turned to the man on the right. 

"Well as the oldest, Bruin, I'd say that's your right," Jacob nodded respectfully at Bruin. The men grinned at each other, and Marigold felt sick with fear. Still, better than the alternative. Death would be a lot harder to get over with than sex. Bruin set the gun on the next bed, and unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock. 

"Better get it hard, honey. It would be a shame to have to stick my gun in that pretty little mouth of yours instead." Marigold moistened her lips. She could do this, just do it without thinking about it and survive, that was the important thing. She sucked on the tip of his cock, trying to get it wet so she could ease it into her mouth. She worked her tongue around the shaft, feeling it grow hard, and slowly began to bob her head up and down it, taking it as deep as she could. Apparently not deep enough for Bruin, for he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick all the way down, Marigold's face smashing into his stomach as she fought for breath around him. 

She gagged and tried to push away for a moment before remembering the gun. Better to gag and struggle for breath than have no breath. Bruin began fucking her face, hard, Marigold drawing breath every time he pulled out far enough. She needed him to be pleased, or she would die. Cautiously she reached a hand up and began to cup his balls, gently kneading and rolling them. Bruin grunted with pleasure and she knew to keep going. She felt the bed behind her shaking and then hands on her waist.

"No reason to let this hole go to waste!" Jacob pulled her panties down in one quick movement. She could hear him taking his pants off and braced herself for impact, still stimulating Bruin's scrotum while she gagged on his cock. Jacob's fingers were rubbing her pussy, then quickly were replaced by something much larger. His cock, hard and large, was roughly shoved up inside her. Her pussy wasn't nearly wet enough, and she tried not to make a sound about the discomfort. It wasn't awful, but she wished she wasn't so dry. Maybe if she could try to turn herself on it wouldn't be so bad. Balancing carefully on her knees, she slipped her free hand down onto her clit, quickly rubbing up and down to stimulate her juices.

"Look at this little slut," cried Jacob. "She's trying to get herself off. She loves this!" He pounded into her pussy harder, and Marigold rubbed herself quicker. Bruin was grunting and groaning with every breath, and Marigold tried to stick out her tongue and allow him even deeper access to her throat. The sooner he finished, the better. The added depth put Bruin over the edge, and he slammed into her throat, his cum squirting down the back. Hastily Marigold swallowed it down. She'd never like swallowing, but she wanted him to be pleased. His movements were strong enough that she dropped both hands to the bed to balance herself. Bruin withdrew his cock and Marigold gulped in air greedily, her unencumbered breathing providing her with relief. Jacob was still fucking her pussy, and she wondered if Robert would replace Bruin in her mouth. 'One down, two to go,' she thought. 

"You should try her mouth," said Bruin, sitting on the bed across from Marigold and watching Jacob fuck her. Marigold hoped he was talking to Robert and not Jacob. She'd finally gotten herself wet enough that the sex wasn't uncomfortable, and at least she could breathe with Jacob fucking her pussy. She'd much rather get them off that way than gag down two more cumshots. She was on birth control, anyway. 

"I think I will," said Jacob, pulling out of her pussy. Inwardly Marigold sighed. Still, better cum in her mouth than a bullet in her head. She smiled and at Jacob and opened her mouth for him. Hopefully Robert would take advantage of her empty pussy rather than wait his turn for her mouth. To her relief, she felt him climb onto the bed and his fingers sliding into her pussy.

"She's so wet!" he exclaimed, his fingers squishing into her. Jacob's dick was in her mouth and she tasted herself on him, slightly salty. Unlike his brother, he seemed to favor speed over deep throating, and he was thrusting in and our of her mouth like a jackhammer. All Marigold had to do was hold her head still and her mouth open for him. Robert meanwhile was swirling the head of his cock around the entrance of her pussy, and she actually found herself eager for him to stick it in. Well, at least she was getting something out of this. 

"I bet this little bitch wants it up the ass," said Robert. Marigold's heart skipped a beat. She'd never done anal before, and she didn't want to. Unfortunately in this situation, she didn't really see an alternative. Reluctantly, she wiggled her ass at Robert, inviting him to take it. She braced herself, knowing it was going to hurt. Robert ran his cock up and down her slit, lubing it up, and she was thankful she'd at least gotten herself wet. If the dry pussy fucking had been uncomfortable, the dry ass fucking would have been much worse. Jacob continued to pump in and out of her mouth while Bruin looked on and Robert leaned down and spat on her asshole. He worked a finger inside it, and Marigold tried not to pay attention, focusing instead on getting Jacob off. Maybe if she got him off quickly enough, Robert would take her mouth instead. 

It was too late, Robert's cock was already at her rear entrance, pressing slowly but firmly. She tried to relax herself, aware it would only hurt more if she tensed up. T he head of his cock slipped past her sphincter, and she winced at the pain, but didn't dare to make a sound. He was sliding the rest of it, inch by inch, and then his balls were pressed against her pussy, his cock lodged deep in her ass. She was thankful that Robert seemed to have a smaller cock than his brothers. He started to fuck her ass, groaning his pleasure.

"It's so goddamn tight!" he exclaimed, and the description seemed to put Jacob over the edge, for he was suddenly spurting into Marigold's mouth, grunting obscenities as he came. Again Marigold swallowed, trying not to gag. Robert was fucking her harder now, and although there was some pleasure in the strange, full feeling, it still hurt. Jacob joined his brother on the bed and they both watched Robert as he pumped in and out of her asshole. Gritting her teeth, Marigold slipped her hand back between her legs, working her clit again. Maybe she could distract herself from the painful part. 

"Look how much this bitch loves it," laughed Bruin. She closed her eyes and focused on the stimulation. Her ass wasn't feeling quite as tender now; in fact, with the added clitoral stimulation, it almost felt good. She kept stroking herself, while Robert kept fucking her. Her breathing grew heavier and she began to thrust her hips back at Robert, enjoying the feeling. She was getting close to cumming, something she'd never thought possible with a dick in her ass. Jacob and Bruin watched her, and despite her embarrassment over her actions, she continued. In a minute, she was on the verge. 

Robert was close too, she could tell, his thrusts were wilder, his balls slamming against her pussy every time he drove himself back into her ass. Her fingers worked tirelessly, and as she felt Robert grunt and his cock spurt inside her, she cried out and came, hard. She collapsed to the bed, her ass still in the air with his cock buried inside. 

"Whew," said Robert, withdrawing. "What a little slut." He gave her a playful spank on the ass, and climbed off the bed. Marigold fell to her side, exhausted and trembling from her orgasm. 

"Alright, let's get this bitch out of here," said Bruin, standing. Marigold was dragged to her feet and a bag placed over her head. 

"So you won't be finding your way back again," hissed one of them, and then she was being pulled through the cabin, stumbling...

*

Marigold sat upright in the middle bed. It was just a dream! She patted herself down. Yes, clothes still intact, cabin empty, and no feelings of violation in her bottom half. Her crazy imagination was active even while she slept! She sighed with relief and started to lie down again, when the cabin door opened and three men walked in...



Fairy Tales Ch. 07



Ivory and Carmine grew up on a small farm outside of town, home-schooled by their over-protective and religious mother. They were rarely allowed to leave the farm, save for church on Sundays, because their mother feared they would be corrupted by the outside world. It was a very sheltered existence. Ivory was the calmer, more docile of the two sisters, and was favored slightly by the mother, although she never spared her a punishment if she disobeyed the rules. The girls were not allowed to talk to strangers, and spent most of their days caring for the farm animals and studying the ancient textbooks that the mother approved of. There were old history books dating back to the sixties, and plenty of English books, but no science. The mother often made references to the 'lewd' nature of the girls in the public school, and the 'beastly' tendencies of men. Carmine, the bolder of the two, had managed to sneak off and meet with girls who lived in town often enough to learn about sex, and she'd whispered to Ivory softly what the older girls had told her, her eyes alight with excitement over the forbidden topic. Carmine was never quite bold enough to to try to meet a man, but she found them fascinating.

Even after the girls hit 18 they stayed at home with their mother; Ivory too loyal to leave their aging mother, and Carmine too loyal to leave Ivory. Over the years their mother's health worsened, and after months of fighting against an unnamed illness, she finally succumbed, leaving the girls alone with the farm. The girls relished their new-found freedom, although habits of their long sheltered life were hard to shake off, and they still rarely went to town except to buy groceries and to drop off their farm goods at the market. Their mother had long ago arranged for their eggs, butter, and other goods to be sold in a vendor's stall, and the girls continued the arrangement. They didn't know what else to do.

After a time Carmine suggested that they hire some help around the farm. Someone to do the heavy lifting, the wood splitting, and all the other various back-breaking chores farm life entailed. Their mother had been a frugal woman, leaving the girls a generous lump sum, and their market goods sold well, as the demand for organic goods increased. She put up a 'help wanted' sign on the bulletin board at the marketplace, and the girls waited. 

One night in December, as the snow was falling thickly, there was a knock at the door. The girls were rarely visited by anyone, so they were surprised to hear a caller at the late hour. Carmine answered the door, and a great bear of a man stepped into view. He was large and his black hair hung long and shaggy about his face.

"I saw your ad," said the man. He introduced himself as Arktos, and inquired if the position was still open.

"Yes," said Carmine, eyeing the man up and down. "You look like you're freezing, come inside by the fire!" Arktos accepted and stepped into the house, dwarfing their furniture with his big frame. He held his open palms to the fire place warming them. He gave the girls a quick rundown of his farming experience. He was just passing from town to town, sleeping in his car while he looked for work.

Ivory's soft heart was moved by his story and she immediately offered him the job, and insisted that he stay inside on their couch. "It's far too cold out there for anyone to be sleeping outside!" she exclaimed. Arktos thanked her for her kindness, and went out to fetch his bag.

"Are you crazy?" hissed Carmine. "You just invited a complete stranger to sleep on our couch. At night. When we'll be sleeping and helpless."

"But he seemed so nice," argued Ivory. "And he has to sleep SOMEWHERE. We can't just leave him out in the cold!" Carmine rolled her eyes, but went to fetch extra blankets and pillows for Arktos. If she was honest with herself, the thought of having a man in their house overnight was quite exciting. Arktos returned with a bag, and the three made small talk until Carmine suggested they head to bed and rest for the night. Arktos spread out a blanket and prepared his bed. Carmine wondered if he slept fully clothed. She'd never seen a man with his clothes off before. 

In the middle of the night, Carmine crept downstairs, tiptoeing to the couch to peek at the man. Her curiosity wouldn't let her sleep until she did. Leaning over the back of the couch, she peered at him. His shirt was off, his chest broad and covered with coarse black hair. Unable to stop herself, she reached out to touch it. His eyes sprang open, and Carmine jumped back in fear. She'd been caught! Arktos sat up, the blanket falling away and revealing the rest of his masculine chest. Carmine stared. 

"What's the matter, never seen a man before?" joked Arktos. Carmine didn't say anything. She'd seen men, but only clothed, and never in her home. The silence stretched out between them and his jaw fell. "You haven't, have you? Not like this." He gestured at his unclothed body. "Well, don't be afraid, I don't bite. Hard." He smiled, and stood, a pair of boxers the only thing keeping him from nudity. Carmine stared again. She wanted to touch him, to feel his body beneath her fingers. Arktos walked around behind the couch, closer to her. He must have seen the burning curiosity in her eyes, for he reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his chest. She stroked his chest hair in wonder, feeling the hardness of his chest, so different from her own. She trailed her fingers lightly down his sides, over his ribs and around his back. Arktos twitched a little at the tickling touch. Feeling bold and burning with questions, Carmine slid her hands down his stomach, lower and lower. She reached the waistband of his boxers, and looked up, gauging his reaction. She slipped her hands down, over the fabric of his boxers and then – there! She felt it! His penis, soft and dangling. Arktos sucked in his breath.

"Careful," he warned. "Or there will be no turning back." Carmine didn't want to turn back. She rubbed his penis gently, up and down, and felt it begin to grow harder. Delighted, she continued. She wanted to see it. She pulled his boxers down and glanced up at him he was leaning his head back, eyes closed, looking as if he were enjoying it. She smiled and looked down again at his penis. No, his cock. That was what the girls in town called it, right? She wondered what it tasted like. She kneeled on the floor and licked the tip, carefully. There was a drop of something clear on the tip and she licked it off.

"Mmmm..." Arktos appeared to be enjoying it. She began to lick more eagerly, and then decided to put the whole thing in her mouth. It was so hard now, so much bigger than when she'd first uncovered it. She started sucking on it and he made another pleased sound. Carmine smiled around her mouthful of cock. She tried to suck the whole thing into her mouth, unsure what else to do. Arktos placed a hand on the back of her head and gently began to guide her, her mouth sliding up and down. He seemed to really get into that, and Carmine continued to work faster, swirling her tongue around his cock as it re-entered her mouth every time. 

"You're going to make me cum," gasped out Arktos. Carmine tried to remember if that was a good thing or not. "I'm gonna cum," he panted again, and he grabbed her head, helping her to move faster. He was pumping his hips too, his cock going in and out of her mouth faster all the time. Abruptly, he made a grunting sound and then shoved his cock hard into the back of her throat, at the same time as she felt something shooting out of his cock. Oh yes. Cumming. Definitely a good thing. She swallowed the stuff in her mouth, not sure what else to do with it. Arktos pulled away from her and sat on the back of the couch.

"Damn, girl." He shook his head. "You're a natural." Carmine smiled. "You better get back to bed, we do have a lot of farm work to do tomorrow." Carmine agreed, and scampered off to bed, her curiosity satisfied, for now. 

*

An hour later, Ivory came creeping into the room. She knew it was silly, but she was just so curious about having a man in the house, she could barely sleep. She crept up to the couch and peered over the back, at the sleeping Arktos. The blanket was pulled up halfway over his bare chest, and she admired the broadness of it. As if feeling her stare, his eyes flew open.

"Oh Christ, you too?" He sat up. Ivory took a step back, confused. Arktos stood and began to to strip off his boxers. Ivory was shocked and turned her head while holding up a hand to block his body form her view. 

"Wait, stop!" she said.

"You don't want to touch it? Put it in your mouth?" he asked. She peeked through her fingers at him.

"Put what in my mouth?" she asked. 

"My cock," he responded, grabbing himself and waving it at her. 

"Oh!" she cried, turning her head again. "My mouth? Why would I put it there?" She'd seen the farm animals copulating, but never had there been any mouths involved.

"Because it feels nice," Arktos said. 

"Hmph." she snorted. "I doubt it. You pee from there!"

"Not when it's in your mouth." He took a step closer to her. "Come here. I'll show you." Ivory was reluctant to advance, but her curiosity ultimately got the better of her and she came around the couch and stood before him. "Sit down," he said, and she obediently sat. "Now, just relax. Trust me, this will feel nice." He pulled up the hem of her nightgown.

"What are you doing?" she cried, tugging it back down.

"Shh, just trust me. Lay back and close your eyes. It'll be ok." Ivory leaned back, nervous but excited. She closed her eyes and waited. He pulled her nightgown up again, and she felt him grab hold of her panties and pull. They slid down over her knees and onto the floor. She nearly sat up to object, but decided to wait and see. A moment later, she felt something warm and wet between her legs. Was that his tongue?

"Mm, your pussy tastes so good," his voice was directly below and in front of her, right over her... pussy. She tried the word out for size. Pussy. She liked that. His tongue licked her again, up and down her slit and her legs began to shake. He was right, it felt good, really good. She moaned a little and slid further down the couch, closer to his mouth. 

"See, isn't this nice?" Arktos asked, and she moaned again. He was so warm against her, and the tingles he was giving her shot up and down her spine. 

"Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, it's nice!"

"Good," he said, and then he grabbed her knees and forced them up to her shoulders, exposing her pussy more. He dove in and licked with a new speed and intensity. Ivory's legs began to shake as something built up inside of her. She didn't know what it was, only that it was very, very important that he not stop. 

"Mm, mm, mmm," the little whimpers came pouring out of her. Her pelvis was bucking around like a wild thing with a mind of its own, and Arktos was holding her legs down firmly as he licked and licked. "Oh, ohhhhh!" Suddenly a knew sensation was washing over her, one of absolute ecstasy, and she was vocalizing her joy. Her whole body shuddered, her legs twitching around his head. He slowed his licking and then stopped, raising his head to look at her. 

"You believe me now?" he asked. Ivory nodded, her legs still trembling. Arktos sat back and pulled her nightgown down. "You'd better get to sleep, lots of farm work to do in the morning." Ivory nodded numbly and he helped her to her feet and sent her on her way.

*

In the morning, Arktos was gone without a trace, and the girls never saw him again. They never told each other what had happened that night, and Ivory never did find her panties.