1 comments/ 15430 views/ 11 favorites The Glass Slipper By: wildhunt1 One upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a young woman named Cinderella. Cinderella was generally a happy girl during her young life, until her mother died when she was seven. It broke her young heart, for Cinderella loved her mother very much. A few years later her father married another woman who had two daughters of her own, both of whom were older than Cinderella. When Cinderella turned thirteen, her father came down with pneumonia and passed away before the doctor could treat him, leaving Cinderella all alone with her stepfamily. The stepmother was not cruel to Cinderella, though she did leave the brunt of the household chores to the young girl while she allowed her own daughters to frolic and play all day long. This did not seem to bother Cinderella—who had been responsible for much of the housework since her mother had grown sick—so she knew the way she liked her house kept and her stepmother did not seem to mind as long as Cinderella kept things clean. As Cinderella grew into womanhood, her body began to develop with heavy breasts and slim hips. Her sisters had already become women, and while they were beautiful, neither of them had the fine figure that Cinderella had, something that made them very jealous. Cinderella never saw a problem with either of their figures, but the girls had always been jealous of her for one reason or another, and Cinderella guessed it would be natural for them to be jealous of her for this reason as well. One day, while Cinderella was outside hanging up the laundry, she felt a pair of hands touch her hips and then slide up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently. She had become a full woman by this time, being nineteen, and having her body touched by her stepsisters had become an almost weekly occurrence. Cinderella just sighed and let the hands wander over the front of her brown dress and white apron as she continued hanging the clothes. She turned her head and looked over briefly at her eldest sister, Suzanne, standing close to her. "They haven't grown, Suzanne," she commented wearily as her sister's thumbs gently played with Cinderella's nipples, making them stand at attention beneath her top and apron. "My breasts are the same size as they were last week." "I have to make sure, Cinderella," Suzanne told her, letting her thumbs wander the hard peaks of Cinderella's mounds. "I can't have your breasts growing bigger than mine, you know. Though your nipples seem bigger this week." "It's because you're playing with them," Cinderella said, squeezing her thighs together uncomfortably. Suzanne's play was sending a jolt of electricity down Cinderella's spine and straight to her clit, which was beginning to ache. Cinderella sighed and turned around, looking Suzanne in the eyes. "Shall I undress, Stepsister?" she asked, facing Suzanne with her hands on her firm hips. "Would you like to see that my breasts and nipples have not grown since last week?" Suzanne smiled at Cinderella and stepped back, nodding. "Yes, you shall undress, Cinderella," she said. "And if your breasts have grown bigger, I shall be forced to punish you." Cinderella shook her head before reaching back to loosen the tie of her spotless white apron. It had been this way every week since she was fourteen, and she knew she should just get it over with so she could get back to work. Suzanne would fondle her for a bit and then leave, satisfied that Cinderella's breasts were no bigger than her own. Suzanne had large breasts—much larger than Cinderella's—and Cinderella knew hers would never grown as large as her stepsister's. Still, she did not want to get punished by her stepmother, who could be cruel. So Cinderella removed her apron and tossed it casually aside. She then unbuttoned the back of her dress and pulled it down so she stood before her stepsister in just her white shift, the top of her dress hanging off her hips. "Satisfied?" Cinderella asked. "No," Suzanne said, licking her lips hungrily as she stared at Cinderella. "Take off your shift. I want to see you naked." Cinderella's eyes went wide. Suzanne had never gone this far before! Usually Suzanne just fondled her through her underwear. Cinderella felt her mouth go dry. "Excuse me?" she asked in shock. "Take off your shift, Cinderella—I want to see your breasts. I have to make sure your nipples have not gotten larger than my own. I could not tell by fondling them." "But...you've never...." Cinderella felt her voice falter. She felt like she needed something to drink. Instead, she reached down for the top of her dress and began to slowly pull it back on. "No, Suzanne, I won't—this has gone too far!" "I'll tell mother that you've disobeyed me," Suzanne threatened her. She felt her own clit rubbing against her underwear, greedy with the need to see Cinderella's breasts completely naked. She wanted to wrap her lips around the taut peaks, suckle her. The need had been growing every week until Suzanne was almost insane with the desire. She would not be denied because of Cinderella's tender sensibilities. She licked her lips again as she asked, "Would you rather I felt your breasts naked or tell Mother that you wouldn't let me play with you and leave you to her tender mercies?" Cinderella's heart began to beat faster. Only once had her stepmother punished Cinderella for not doing as one of her stepsisters asked, and Cinderella felt her loins burn at the memory. It was the day she had lost her virginity—made a woman by her own stepmother's hand. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she remembered what she had been forced to endure and what her stepmother might possibly do this time. Nervously, Cinderella pulled her dress off and then crossed her arms at the hem of her shift before lifting it off over her head. She stood half naked before her stepsister, her breasts full and proud, her nipples still erect from Suzanne's earlier ministrations, the rose-colored areola puckered. She closed her eyes and waited as Suzanne stepped forward and palmed her breasts. Suzanne's hands wandered Cinderella's breasts, slipping beneath to test their weight before circling around the top. She seemed to measure her, as if trying to remember what they had felt like before to see if they felt different now. Goose bumps rose on Cinderella's pale flesh as her nipples tightened and her stomach fluttered. Cinderella's mouth opened in a nearly silent O as she felt her stepsister's gentle ministrations. "Have you let a boy touch these yet?" Suzanne purred in her ear, leaning forward, almost pressing their young bodies together. "I've seen you with that young tailor's son. Do you like to imagine him licking your breasts as he pumps his hard cock inside you?" "No, Sister," Cinderella said softly, closing her eyes as a wave of euphoria passed through her loins. "I promised father that I would remain..." She gasped as Suzanne laid a gentle kiss on her left nipple, her soft lips sucking the hardened flesh tenderly as she drew her mouth away. Cinderella chanced a look down and saw a thread of saliva connecting her erect nipple to her stepsister's mouth a moment before Suzanne licked it away, tonguing the hard nipple at the same time. Cinderella's knees shook, and she was amazed that she remained standing. "You would remain what, Cinderella?" Suzanne asked. "A virgin?" She laughed ironically. "Mother took that from you already. What did she use again? A mop handle?" Moisture flooded Cinderella's loins at the memory of what her stepmother had done to her when she was younger. It should have been a violation of the worst kind, something that should have scarred Cinderella for life, but she felt warmth spread through her when she remembered that day. "Her hairbrush handle," Cinderella said, surprised by the confession. She had never told anyone of that humiliating day before. She could almost remember the feel of the hairbrush entering her, breaking past the thin barrier that had once protected her soft entrance. Cinderella knew her stepmother still used that hairbrush and that she had never washed it after making her stepdaughter come all over it. Many times as Cinderella lay in her bed of ash at night, she would finger herself thinking about her stepmother brushing her hair. "Ah, is that what she used?" Suzanne blew gently over Cinderella's other breast before sucking the nipple into her mouth and suckling gently. Cinderella gasped, and her hands instinctively went into her stepsister's hair, squeezing gently and holding her in place. Cinderella arched her back, forcing more of her breast into Suzanne's mouth. Suzanne teethed the nipple gently, pulling a groan from Cinderella's pert mouth. Her hands slipped around Cinderella's back and pulled her young stepsister closer, forcing Cinderella's breast further into her hot, wet mouth. Cinderella stroked Suzanne's head as her fingers combed her stepsister's dark hair. She looked down at Suzanne, her mouth opened with the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. Cinderella squeezed her thighs together—rubbing the hard nub nestled between her thighs—as the yearning she had held deep inside for so long was finally being met. For six years her stepsisters had fondled her, but never had they touched her sexually...until now. She pulled her stepsister's mouth away from her breast and kissed Suzanne deeply, mouth-to-mouth, Cinderella's tongue delving deep. Suzanne's eyes went wide at her actions, and she pulled away, the seal of their mouths opening with a small pop, and Suzanne slapped Cinderella across the face, staggering the young blonde. Cinderella held her injury and looked at her sister with blue eyes wide. "What—?" she asked in astonishment at such a vicious reaction to something so gentle. "How dare you do that to me!" Suzanne yelled hotly, pointing an accusing finger at Cinderella. "You have no right to kiss me like that!" "But..." Cinderella looked at her with confusion evident on her face. "But I thought—!" "You thought what, you little whore? You thought because I deemed to suckle you that it made us equals? You are a cow, Cinderella, and your breasts are nothing more than playthings for me! Just because I kissed them doesn't mean I wish to make it more than that! I'll see you severely punished for this outrage! You'll wish mother had used the other end of her hairbrush when she's done with you for this insult! Mother! Mother!" she cried, rushing into the house. Cinderella collapsed to the ground, her legs turning to water, and watched her sister disappear inside the house. Cinderella reached up and touched her bruised lips, finding them tender and longing after the kiss she had found rather delightful. She sighed and pulled her shift back on before fixing the rest of her dress and apron. Whatever happened would happen. There was no point in dwelling on it. "Cinderella!" Her stepmother's voice cut through the quiet air like a crow's raucous caw. Cinderella sighed and picked up the half-finished basket of clothes and went inside to the bedroom her father and stepmother once shared. She set the basket down outside the door and knocked gently before opening it quietly and peeking inside. "Yes, Mother?" she asked, sticking her head inside. She saw her stepmother sitting before her vanity with Suzanne standing next to her with a furious expression on her face. Her stepmother made a motion with her hand, and Cinderella stepped inside, holding her hands before her as she was instructed to do when entering her stepmother's presence. It had been this way since she was so little. Suzanne stepped away and moved past Cinderella with a sneer. "Come, girl," her stepmother, Felicia, said, motioning Cinderella forward with a small wave of her hand. "Stand next to me, please." Cinderella moved next to her stepmother's vanity. Felicia turned and looked at her imperiously. She was not a cold woman, but she was a woman who ran her life efficiently. She had dark, almost black hair worn up and piled on top of her head, leaving it off the back of her neck. She wore a long dress, as was proper for a woman of her age, with long sleeves and a high front that revealed not an inch of skin below her neck. Cinderella's stepmother did not always frighten her, but there were times—like now—when being in her presence made the young girl want to cry. "What happened?" she asked gently, and the calm tone of her voice was not what Cinderella was expecting. "I only want the truth, no matter who is at fault. You know I'll be fair." Cinderella swallowed against the dryness in her throat, knowing that statement was not true. Felicia would always side with her daughters. Cinderella could only imagine what she would do in reaction to this. To lessen the blow, she said, "I am at fault, Mother. I overstepped my bounds with Suzanne and...kissed her." "Kissed her?" Felicia asked, slanting her eyes up at her youngest. "It must have been some kiss." "I did not mean to offend Suzanne, Mother," Cinderella said, trying to hold back her tears. "She was fondling my breasts and then...kissed them—something she has never done before. I thought..." "You thought what?" Felicia asked, her mouth pulling down in a frightening sneer. Cinderella swallowed again, fighting for moisture. "I made a mistake in judgment and need to be punished," she said, holding her head high. "Please." Felicia turned in her small stool to face Cinderella directly. She looked her young daughter over, seeing the slight flush on her face from the pleasure her body had received. She did look beautiful when she glowed. "Suzanne says you kissed her because you felt love for her. Is this true?" "I love my sisters, Mother—just as I love you," Cinderella said in a small voice. "Did you wish to take my daughter, rub your filthy pussy against hers until you achieved satisfaction?" her stepmother asked. "That...never occurred to me, Mother," Cinderella said honestly. "I just...I wanted to kiss her, that's all." Felicia sat there for a moment, quietly thinking. Cinderella felt her insides quiver, for that was never a good sign where she was concerned. "What was your mistake, Cinderella?" Felicia asked. Cinderella squared her shoulders, praying her knees remained firm. "My mistake was in thinking I could love my sister in such a way, Mother. She may play with my body as she wishes, but I cannot take that to mean she loves me physically." Her stepmother turned and reached over to pick up her hairbrush, showing it to Cinderella. "When I took your virginity with this, did you think that meant I loved you?" she asked. "No, Mother—that was a lesson you had to teach me." "And do you need that lesson repeated?" Cinderella felt her knees weaken, and she had to lock them to keep from falling over. She cleared her throat and said in her strongest voice, "Please, Mother—I think I need that lesson repeated." "No, Cinderella," her stepmother said, rising to her feet. "You need another lesson, I think." She towered over the nineteen-year-old, imperious and judgmental. She reached behind her back and began to unbutton her dress, freeing each button one at a time. She watched Cinderella's pale face redden as the dress released her breasts and then her stomach. After the last button was undone, Felicia pulled her dress from her slim body and let it fall to the floor. She stood naked before Cinderella, her breasts large, her hips slim, a thick patch of black hair between her legs. Her stomach protruded just a bit, a reminder that she had born two children in her life. Felicia reached out and stroked Cinderella's silky blonde hair. "Undress, girl," her stepmother said, "and get on the bed. I will teach you the difference between sex and love." "Yes, Mother," Cinderella said, trying to contain her excitement. Her punishment would be much worse if Felicia thought she might be enjoying this—which she was. Cinderella quickly discarded all her clothes and climbed onto the bed. She sat on top of the thick comforter on her haunches, her hands on the bed between her spread thighs to help support her and her arms squeezing her breasts together. She watched as her stepmother moved about the room, her middle-aged body still beautiful even after a hard life and two children. Her breasts hung low against her ribcage, the dark nipples hard in the cool afternoon air. "Your father and I loved one another, Cinderella," she began, speaking gently. "He was a kind, tender lover that I hoped would fill my womb one day with another child." She touched her belly, which had a slight roundness to it from the bottle Cinderella knew she took sips from many times a day. It helped Felicia forget all that she had lost, all that she could never get back. She had her daughters, yes, but they were not the same thing as a good man. "When we kissed and fondled one another, it was as a man and a woman should, in the throes of passion and love. You cannot experience that same kind of love with your stepsisters or even with me. All you can experience with us is pure, animal sex like the beasts in the wild perform. You cannot expect us to love you as a man loves a woman." "Yes, Mother," Cinderella said, though she knew her stepmother was wrong. Felicia stopped and turned to face her youngest child—her stepchild. "I did not bear you from these loins," she said, placing her hands on her hips so that her hands were pointing between her legs. "Suzanne and Rosetta both came from my loins by a single father. They are true sisters, and they respect that about each other. They do not go around fondling each other as they do you, who is not related to them by blood. They know that is wrong. I know it torments you for them to fondle you the way they do, but that does not give you the right to treat them as if they are your lovers. They are not. They are not your friends, Cinderella, they are your stepsisters, and you cannot treat them any other way. You cannot love them as you would a man you are not related to. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mother," Cinderella said, lowering her head. "But...if what you say is true, then why can Suzanne suckle my breast?" Felicia sighed and shook her head. "That is just sex, Cinderella," she said as if explaining science to a small child. "She received sexual excitement from that, as I will show you. But remember that there is a difference between sex and love. Please lie down on your back and open your mouth." Cinderella did as her stepmother asked. Her stomach trembled as she wondered what was about to happen. She stared up at the ceiling, not looking even when she felt the bed sink under Felicia's added weight. She tried to hide the smile on her face when she thought about Felicia lying on top of her and kissing her as she longed to be kissed; but instead, she watched her stepmother's leg cross her vision before her loins lowered onto Cinderella's face. Cinderella's large, blue eyes stared at her stepmother's firm, round behind as she pressed it against her stepdaughter's face. Felicia spread Cinderella's legs and ran her fingers through the thick patch of blonde hair covering her wet loins. "This is sex, Cinderella," she said, though the young girl could barely hear because her stepmother's knees were pressed around her ears. "We will not make love. This is just for sexual release and nothing more." She pressed her loins against Cinderella's mouth and buried her stepdaughter's nose briefly in the bud of her anus before pulling away. Cinderella took a deep breath when she found she had air again. Felicia smiled and looked at her between her legs. "Have you ever had sexual release before?" "No, Mother," Cinderella said as she felt Felicia's fingers stroke the soft folds of her outer labia. Cinderella spread her legs wider and moaned into Felicia's pussy. "Then you are in for a treat." Felicia spread Cinderella's lips wide and stared at the pink skin surrounding her core. She blew gently, her warm breath washing over the sensitive flesh, drawing a deep moan from her stepdaughter's mouth that washed over Felicia's pussy with dizzying results. Felicia smiled and watched as Cinderella's clitoris peeked out from under its hood and began to grow. Felicia licked her thumb and pressed it gently against the tiny bundle of nerves before stroking it. The Glass Slipper Cinderella giggled and spread her legs, delighting in the feel of that special spot receiving attention other than her own. It felt so different having another person touch it—more special. And as she watched her stepmother's body, she watched Felicia's pussy starting to get wet, and Cinderella saw her stepmother's clitoris start to appear. But Cinderella was afraid of hurting her or doing something wrong, so she just laid there, afraid. Felicia paused when she sensed Cinderella's hesitancy and rolled over onto her back. She took a pillow and placed it so she could prop her back against the foot of the bed. She spread her legs, giving Cinderella full access to her pussy—a beautiful pussy with full lips that had given birth to two wonderful girls. "Come, Cinderella," she cooed. "Lie down between my legs and lick me as your father used to do." Cinderella swallowed but did as her stepmother commanded, admiring the shape of her labia as they guarded the entrance to her hot core—a core that had born the two girls who tormented Cinderella daily. Cinderella crossed her legs and drew her feet up to have a bit more room as she laid her head between her stepmother's legs, inhaling the scent of her arousal. She hesitantly put her tongue out and licked Felicia tentatively. "That's it, Cinderella," Felicia said, reaching up to hold her breasts and fondle them as Cinderella tasted pussy for the first time. Cinderella moved her blonde head gently back and forth, letting her tongue lick and wander over Felicia's soft flesh covered in dark curls. She heard Felicia's breath quicken slightly, and she knew she must have been doing something right. Felicia watched her stepdaughter carefully, enjoying the sight of her pink tongue licking tentatively at her wetness, smiling, as Cinderella grew bolder by the second as she came to enjoy the taste of pussy. Felicia moaned and said in a shaking voice, "I've wanted to watch your mouth kiss me like this for a long time, child." Cinderella, inspired by her words, leaned forward and placed her entire mouth against her stepmother's opening, letting her tongue press against the fullness of her labia. Felicia gasped and pulled gently at her nipples, which grew rock hard under her ministrations. Cinderella moved her head between Felicia's legs and rubbed her with the palm of her hand as she continued. "Yes, you can suck it gently," Felicia instructed her. "Just a little bit. Use your lips, my daughter." Felicia moaned and threw her head back for a moment but immediately returned to watching her Cinderella work. Felicia's hands circled under her breasts, lifting them up for a moment, as her nipples tautened. She moaned again and whispered, "You learn really fast. You always have." Cinderella moved her mouth quickly back and forth, increasing the frisson of her mouth on Felicia's wet opening. Felicia's hands dropped to her sides and clutched at the sheets as her eyes drifted closed. She forced them open, though, not wanting to miss a second of her stepdaughter's education. "Don't stop," she said softly as Cinderella's hands slipped beneath her thighs and moved up to caress her waist. "Don't stop." Felicia felt her pelvic muscles contract. Her eyes closed again, and she gritted her teeth, amazed at how quickly Cinderella was bringing her to orgasm. A cry of passion escaped Felicia's mouth as Cinderella continued eating her out, and she sat up, arching her hips, pushing her pussy into Cinderella's eager mouth. "Ooooh," she cried, her hips undulating under her stepdaughter's tongue. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, Cinderella! Fuck!" she cried, her dark bangs falling limply into her eyes. Cinderella's moaning into her cunt sent her careening toward the edge. Felicia threw her head back, sinking down into the pillow, and grabbed the railing at the foot of her bed for support as she watched Cinderella enjoy her thick labia and the dark curls covering them. Cinderella started smacking Felicia's pussy with her mouth, taking quick, darting kisses that made Felicia cry out harder, increasing Cinderella's own pleasure. Felicia sank down further, pushing herself against her stepdaughter's mouth, wanting more and more. She spread her legs and heard her voice trembling as she received pleasure far greater than any she had ever received in her life before. "Yes! Fuck, yes!" her stepmother cried out as Cinderella sat up and back, and Felicia took a moment to readjust her position. But Cinderella spread her thighs open and leaned down to immediately begin kissing Felicia's lower lips quickly and gently before slowing down and licking them softly, changing the pace she had started just a few seconds earlier. Felicia trembled and held her right thigh down as she enjoyed watching Cinderella eat her out. Cinderella's quiet moans were like sweet music to her ears as her hands clawed gently at Felicia's inner thighs. Felicia moaned harder as her legs kicked gently at the bed and she grabbed the railing again, not sure how much longer she could hold out. She had never felt anything like this before. She had started out to punish Cinderella, but now she was the one being punished, and it was the most exquisite punishment she could imagine. She felt her loins tremble with coming thunder, Cinderella's mouth and tongue the preceding lightning that made the heavens tremble. Felicia held tightly onto the bedrail—held it for dear life—knowing she would drown in the sea of sexual lust flooding her body if she ever let go. But she did let go, only to grab Cinderella's head and run her fingers through her stepdaughter's long, blonde hair. Her cries of pleasure escaped her lungs, filling the air with their song of lust. She brushed Cinderella's hair out of her eyes, wanting to see her face as she drank the precious ale from Felicia's loins. Then Cinderella pulled back to admire the beauty of what she had just done, what she had just drawn from her stepmother's body. But it was not enough for Felicia. "Take your fingers," she said breathlessly, "and rub around it?" It was not a command but a request—a pleading, begging request. Felicia's hands moved between her legs and began to gently caress her flesh, her fingers playing with her clit. Cinderella watched her for a moment and then joined in. "Yes, just like that," she said. "It feels really good." Cinderella's left hand rubbed the length of Felicia's pussy from top to bottom and back up, brushing over her clit whenever she moved over it. When her hands moved back down, Felicia whispered, "Put your fingers in—just slide them in." Cinderella straightened her index finger and gently pushed it inside Felicia's wetness, feeling her inner walls grip her and suck on her fingers gently. Felicia moaned and whispered, "That feels really good," as her eyes drifted closed. She felt her loins contract again, and she threw her head back as wetness leaked from inside her, covering her stepdaughter's hand. Then she said, "Kiss it, too, while you put your fingers in." Cinderella moved her mouth forward and kissed the top of Felicia's mound, sucking gently on her clit, as her finger moved in and out of her stepmother's lust-filled body. Felicia's eyes squeezed shut as she felt another orgasm building, threatening to spill over. "Oh, yeah," she whimpered, reaching down to take Cinderella's other hand and hold it, squeezing it. She stroked Cinderella's hand, rubbing it softly, her breath ragged from desire. Then she moaned loudly again and bore down, pressing herself against Cinderella's beautiful face. She pressed her mouth tightly shut, trying to hold in the moan that desperately wanted to escape, not wanting to alert her daughters to what was going on. But as her orgasm washed over her, she knew she could not hold onto it and screamed while keeping her lips tightly shut. Her heavy breasts heaved as Cinderella continued eating her, increasing the power of her orgasm exponentially. "Oh, that feels really good right there—yes!" she said, trying to keep her voice down. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, pushing herself to a sitting position again as she felt a strange feeling deep in her pussy—a feeling she had never felt before while having sex. She was not sure what it was, but it started to frighten her. Then Cinderella pulled back and speared her finger inside Felicia quickly over and over, fucking her gently but firmly. "Yeah, yeah!" Felicia cried, watching and feeling her stepdaughter's finger move in and out of her rapidly. "Oh, God!" she screamed, throwing her head back, no longer caring who heard her. Cinderella moved her head down and started sucking her clit again as her fingers worked Felicia's dripping pussy. The feeling in her loins grew, and she knew what was about to happen, something she had heard about but had never experienced before. She pushed her hips down on Cinderella's fingers and cried, "You're going to make me squirt! Oh my fucking God!" Felicia grabbed Cinderella's shoulders and pushed her away. "I don't want to cum all over my pretty bed," she said, looking into her stepdaughter's blue eyes. She smiled at Cinderella, and then kissed her gently, tasting herself on Cinderella's mouth. She brushed her sweat-soaked hair back and then took Cinderella's face in her hands. "Oh, Cinderella, that felt so good!" "Thank you, Mother," Cinderella said, her own breathing rapid as she flexed her wet hand. "Could you feel me tense down here?" Felicia asked. Cinderella could only nod. "Have you ever done that to yourself?" "No, Mother—I was always taught it was wrong to touch myself," Cinderella said innocently. "I have never even been with a man before. I am no longer a virgin, but I've never had sex...until now." "I had sex, Cinderella," Felicia said, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. She retrieved her panties and slipped them on. Her loins still burned. Damn what that girl had done to her! She would have to use her hairbrush and relieve herself, but not until she dealt with her naughty little stepdaughter. "Are you aroused, Cinderella?" she asked. "Yes, Mother," Cinderella said, squeezing her thighs together, trying to quench the fire burning there. "Well, a few chores should take care of that," she said, suddenly no longer the loving woman she had been a moment before. "Go do the laundry and soak your head while you're at it." "What?" Cinderella asked in confusion. "But I thought—?" "That is your problem, Cinderella—you think too much. This was for my pleasure, not yours. Since your father is gone, you will have to pleasure me in his place, and after today, I think you will do your new task very well." "But...but..." Cinderella lowered her eyes as her stepmother put on her dress and buttoned it up, hiding her gorgeous body. She stood up on shaking legs and retrieved her own clothes. As she started to put them on, her stepmother said, "You will not wear any clothes for the rest of the day, Cinderella. You will not touch yourself, either. You will do your chores naked, and if my daughters wish to touch you, you will let them, but you are to receive no pleasure from it. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mother," Cinderella said. "What we experienced was sex and not love, Cinderella—remember that." She looked at her reflection in the mirror and primped her hair. "Now go about your chores." "Yes...Mother," Cinderella said in a small voice. She gathered her clothes in her arms and left Felicia's room, going downstairs to the cellar where she lived by the small stove that heated the house. She sat down naked among the ashes, buried her face in her hands, and started to cry. The door at the top of the stairs opened, and Cinderella quickly dried her tears and face before looking up. She saw her stepsister, Rosetta, standing at the top of the stairs glaring down at her. "Cinderella!" she barked sharply. Cinderella stood quickly up and dusted herself off as best she could. Cold ash clung to her pussy and inner thighs where she was still wet and sticky from her encounter with her stepmother. She tried to dust that off but only managed to smear it around a bit, so she gave up. She moved to the foot of the stairs and looked up. "Yes, Rosetta?" she asked the younger of Felicia's two daughters. She was a beautiful twenty-one-year-old girl with long, reddish-gold hair that fell in curling ringlets around her face and to her shoulders. She always wore green, full-length dresses with long sleeves and white gloves. Of Felicia's natural daughters, she was the most prim and proper—she was also extremely jealous of Cinderella's pussy. Rosetta never went into the cellar. The fact she had deemed to open the door herself surprised the naked Cinderella. Rosetta crossed her arms over her ample breasts—breasts much larger than Cinderella's own—and said, "Draw me a bath, Cinderella. I wish you to bathe me. Thomas, the Miller's son, is coming to see me tonight, and I must look my best!" As if just noticing Cinderella's state, she asked, "Why are you naked?" "Mother is punishing me," Cinderella said simply, not wanting to go into details. She was not sure how Rosetta would react to the fact that Cinderella had brought Felicia to a mind-shattering orgasm. Cinderella was close to one herself, and had Felicia just touched her for a few more minutes, the dizziness Cinderella felt closing in on her conscious might have been dissipated. She wanted to do nothing more than take her finger and bring herself off, though she was sure nothing less than a hard cock would actually help her. To Rosetta she said, "I must remain undressed for the rest of the day." Rosetta shook her head, her red-gold curls bouncing. "I'm not even going to ask—I'll probably regret the answer. Very well, you can bathe me naked. Prepare my bath immediately!" "Yes, Stepsister." Cinderella went upstairs with Rosetta and started a fire before putting a pot of water on to boil. Rosetta went to a bookshelf and took down a book she had been perusing while the water heated. She watched Cinderella move about the room, cleaning as she waited, humming a happy tune. Rosetta's eyes roamed over her lithe body, over the curves of her hips, around to her firm buttocks, and up to her heavy breasts. When Cinderella turned toward her for any reason, Rosetta's eyes locked on her pussy and the thick, shapely lips guarding it. "Cinderella," she said, drawing her stepsister's attention, "come over here. I wish to inspect your loins—make sure they have not become more beautiful than my own." "Yes, Stepsister," Cinderella said softly. She put the feather duster down and moved to stand before Rosetta. Then she turned around, bent over, and grabbed her ankles, afraid she was going to orgasm if Rosetta so much as touched her. "You're very wet, Cinderella," Rosetta remarked. Her gloved fingers stroked the blonde curls growing over Cinderella's very thick outer labia, and she saw the dark ash clinging to the hair. Rosetta pulled her hand away and found a string of cum stretching from her finger to Cinderella's pussy. She scowled and plunged her finger into Cinderella's cunt, pushing Cinderella's cum back inside her hot core. "Why are you so wet, Cinderella? Does the thought of bathing me excite you?" "N-No, Rosetta!" Cinderella said quickly. Rosetta withdrew her gloved finger slightly and then plunged it deep into her blonde sister's body, drawing a cry from Cinderella and making her already wobbly legs even more so. Rosetta scowled. "So, the thought of touching me disgusts you?" she demanded, slipping a second gloved finger into Cinderella's ash-covered pussy. "Yes!" Cinderella cried at the feel of her two fingers inside her. Then she quickly realized what she said and said, "No, Stepsister—I mean...No, you don't disgust me—" Rosetta smiled. "So you love me, Cinderella?" she asked, pushing her fingers deeper. "You want to make whorish love to me, Cinderella? You want to make me a dirty little whore like you—is that it?" "No, Stepsister, I don't want that!" "Yet you seem to enjoy my fingers inside you." Cinderella started to cry, her body craving the contact of Rosetta's fingers but afraid of further punishment by her stepmother if she admitted to wanting exactly what Rosetta had said—especially after her stepmother told Cinderella the difference between sex and love—at least her own definition of it. She was sure her stepsisters knew how their mother felt on the matter and felt the same way. But Cinderella wanted to worship Rosetta's body—of her two stepsisters, Rosetta was the most beautiful, in Cinderella's opinion. She wanted to make Rosetta feel as she made Felicia feel earlier. She felt Rosetta begin to withdraw her fingers, and the thought of being so empty made Cinderella afraid. So she begged, "Please! Let me wash you with my tongue!" Rosetta paused as she withdrew her fingers and thought about Cinderella's strange request for a moment. Rosetta was beginning to feel the stirrings in her loins just from touching her stepsister so intimately. She was going to see Thomas later, and they were going to have sex—as they did every time they saw one another. It would not hurt to be a bit more aroused, she decided. Rosetta smiled. "You would wash everywhere with your tongue?" she asked, arching a slim eyebrow. "Even my...?" A large smile split her red lips and a hearty laugh escaped her throat. "Oh, Suzanne was right—you are a dirty little slut! Fine! I'll let you bathe my entire body with your tongue! But you will not miss an inch, Cinderella, or I will make sure Mother punishes you severely! I will not return the pleasure, though, for a woman's body does nothing for me." She pulled her fingers from Cinderella's steaming hot pussy and pointed at her. Rosetta's white glove was soaked with Cinderella's cream, turning it a darker color. "Not an inch, Cinderella—and don't mess up my hair!" They went to Rosetta's room, where Rosetta locked the door so they would not be interrupted. She also did not want her sister seeing Cinderella licking her body. She knew she would never live it down if Suzanne caught them naked together. Rosetta closed the curtains to her room to insure privacy and lit a candle on her bedside table. "Undress me, Cinderella," she commanded. "Start your bath with my face and move downwards to my feet. Try anything to pleasure yourself and I'll slap you—understand?" "Yes, Stepsister," Cinderella said softly, her stomach trembling with need. She felt blood rush into her loins, making her labia puffy and her clitoris erect. Why was she getting so excited today? The thought of touching another woman had never aroused Cinderella until Suzanne had kissed her breasts earlier, and now Cinderella wanted to do nothing but touch as many girls as she could! Of course, any sexual contact was good at this point. She was nineteen and had never had a boy approach her. Then again, Cinderella did not get out of the house much. She had never seen a boy naked, either. She did not even know what a penis looked like! But her stepmother had show Cinderella that she did not need a penis to feel sexual pleasure. Cinderella took her time undressing Rosetta, wanting to enjoy every moment she had with her beautiful stepsister. She might not be able to show Rosetta how pleasurable this was going to be, but she was going to enjoy every minute, every second, every moment anyway. Looking up into her stepsister's green eyes, she pushed up Rosetta's left sleeve until it was past her long, white glove. She pulled the glove down her arm slowly, inch-by-inch, revealing just a bit of her creamy flesh. Cinderella leaned down and licked the flesh she bared, her hot tongue branding Rosetta's skin as she cleaned every bit, working her way around the arm, just licking. Then she pulled the glove down a bit more and repeated the process, making sure there was not a part of Rosetta's arm that was not shining with her saliva. The Glass Slipper Then Cinderella pulled on the fingers teasingly until the left glove came loose; then she removed it from Rosetta's hand. She licked the hand, wanting to kiss it at points but refusing to give into the temptation. She licked the back of Rosetta's hand then the fingers, then the palm, making sure she left a good, heavy supply of saliva on her stepsister's warm flesh. Rosetta did not know what to think when Cinderella started by licking her arm. While she had ordered her stepsister to start with her face, she had to admit that starting where Cinderella did was quite pleasurable. Cinderella's tongue was hot, and it was very wet, and as she slowly bathed Rosetta's arm, Rosetta felt her knees grow weak. But she remained standing, refusing to show Cinderella what an affect she was having so quickly. But a gentle moan did escape Rosetta's lips when Cinderella reached her hand and started licking it; then the moan grow louder as Cinderella sucked each finger individually into her mouth and ran her tongue over them one-by-one. Finished with the left hand and arm, Cinderella gently laid the glove on the dresser, wishing deeply that she could run the soft material over her craving wetness. With a soft sigh, Cinderella repeated the process on the right arm and glove—the glove that was wet from her cum. She felt her clit engorge as she felt how wet the glove was as she pulled the fingers free, and she tasted herself on Rosetta's fingers as she sucked each one into her mouth. Suddenly, Rosetta's left hand grabbed Cinderella's clit, causing Cinderella to wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Rosetta glared down at her and asked, "You're not enjoying yourself, are you?" "No, Stepsister," Cinderella said, though she knew it was a lie. "Your pleasure is all I wish. I wish you to be wet and ready for when you're with Thomas tonight." "Does the thought of his hard cock make you wet, Cinderella? Does the thought of his hard cock pushing into my wet cunt—made wet by you—excite you?" "You forbid me to get excited, Stepsister," Cinderella said softly. "Would you like a hard cock entering you?" "What woman wouldn't, Stepsister?" Rosetta smiled. "You'll never get a cock, Cinderella," she said. "You are just a housemaid who doesn't deserve to be fucked. What man would want a girl who sleeps in the ashes and is covered in soot?" "No man, Stepsister," Cinderella admitted. Of her two stepsisters, while Cinderella had always thought Rosetta was the prettiest, she was the cruelest, throwing her relationship with Thomas in Cinderella's face almost every day. Cinderella knew Rosetta was fucking him for her stepsister told her often how big Thomas was, how the veins on his penis filled with blood and felt so good when they slid inside Rosetta's body. Cinderella grew excited by these stories, and she was sure Thomas enjoyed Rosetta's beautiful body just as much. Both of Cinderella's stepsisters were pretty—more so than Cinderella thought of herself. Both of them had lovers, too, while Cinderella was still technically a virgin. The thought of having a man lie with her was just a dream that she knew would never be fulfilled. She would never feel a man's erection inside her, and she would never have a baby with one. So she would take what pleasure she could from her cruel sisters, even if she could not show them that pleasure. She wondered why they just couldn't be friends? Her thoughts bothered her as she knelt down and lifted Rosetta's long green skirt and began unlacing her brown boots. As she drew the first boot and sock off, Cinderella repeated the process she had done on Rosetta's arms on her legs, working her way down the ankle and around the heel, across the shin, and then down her foot to her toes. Rosetta's feet did not smell particularly good after being in her shoe for so long, but Cinderella did not care as she sucked on each toe, bringing more moans of pleasure from Rosetta. Then her hands roamed up Rosetta's calves, past the backs of her knees, and up across her buttocks to the waist of her pantaloons before sliding her hands around to untie her stepsister's underwear and pull them off her slim hips and down her long legs. She could smell Rosetta's sex as she pressed her nose against her stepsister's loins and inhaled deeply. She did that for only a moment, though, before she knelt down and began licking her way up Rosetta's legs, making sure she washed her stepsister's legs as thoroughly as she did her arms and feet. Then she turned Rosetta around and began licking her shapely ass, making sure she did not leave a single part of it untouched. She felt Rosetta tremble as her hands pulled the flesh of her behind apart so Cinderella could lick every part of her. Cinderella took a deep breath to calm down before she ran her tongue straight down the crack of Rosetta's butt and to her anus. "Kiss me, Cinderella," Rosetta commanded, pressing her behind against her stepsister's face. "I want my cum on your face. I want to think about what a slut my stepsister is as I'm getting my pussy fucked tonight." "Yes, Stepsister," Cinderella said, her voice slightly muffled by the volume of Rosetta's skirts. She turned Rosetta back around. "I want to be excited for my lover tonight, but you are to receive no pleasure from this—understand me? If I hear one groan from you, you'll regret it!" Cinderella parted Rosetta's thighs and started licking her gently, her hot, wet tongue exploring a second pussy that morning. She could still remember the taste of her stepmother's cum, and she was amazed that Rosetta's tasted so similar. It was so delicious that Cinderella began lapping at her hungrily, greedily, and it took every ounce of her strength not to show how turned on she was getting. Cinderella's pussy burned with her need, and she fought the urge to finger herself. Rosetta closed her eyes and moaned as she felt Cinderella's tongue probing her most intimate of places. Even Thomas did not eat pussy this well, and Rosetta had to wonder where her stepsister had learned. Her tongue did not just lap at her cunt like she had thought it would; it seemed to caress it, stroke it gently, running one way one time and then another way another time, never giving Rosetta time to think about where it was or where it might be going. She felt her wetness leak from her body and then begin to flood, coating her thick pubic hair with its slickness. After just a few moments, Rosetta started arching her loins against Cinderella's face. She gasped as euphoria threatened to strangle her mind and she saw stars in her eyes. She arched her hips repeatedly, her pussy grasping at anything that came near it, wanting to suck Cinderella's tongue deep inside. Cinderella could barely breathe, and every breath she took smelled of her sister's potent musk. Cinderella did not need to breathe, however. Her nose pressed hard into Rosetta's pubic bone was all she care about—that and tasting her sister's cum sliding down her throat into her stomach. Cinderella wanted to come so badly by now, but Rosetta's warning rang clearly in her mind. She had to keep her voice low, even though she wanted to scream her happiness to the heavens. Suddenly, a loud knock on the door caused Rosetta to yelp, and she jumped away from Cinderella, ashamed of what they had been doing. She looked at Cinderella kneeling naked on the floor, her face shining in the candlelight with Rosetta's thick cream covering it, the edges of Cinderella's blonde hair moist. The knock came again, and Rosetta's heart raced until she realized that the knock was coming from downstairs and outside. She rushed to the window and looked out. Cinderella sat in a euphoric daze for a moment before finally realizing she was no longer under her stepsister's skirt. She turned and saw Rosetta by the window, her sister's odor clinging to the air. "What is it?" Cinderella asked. "It's a royal coach!" Rosetta told her, feeling a wave of heat rush up her body and escape through the high collar of her dress. Cinderella crawled over to the window and peered out, making sure no one could see her nakedness. Outside, lining the short, pebbled walkway to their front door, they saw men in blue and white uniforms standing proudly, banners attached to long poles held in their hands. Another middle-aged gentleman walked towards the door, and as he approached, they heard a voice say, "Here ye! Here ye! A messenger from Prince Phillip of the Land! All in the household will attend!" "All except you, Cinderella," Rosetta told her, pushing her stepsister aside. "You can't show your face when you're that wet! The poor old man might find you disgusting!" She laughed merrily as she went downstairs to join her sister and mother, forgetting that she had no underwear on. But she still had her dress, so no one would really notice. Cinderella crawled to the top of the stairs and stayed where no one would see her but she could still listen. "What is this about?" Felicia, Cinderella's stepmother, asked the man. She was fully dressed agin, and her hair had been restored to perfection. She did not look like she had just fucked her stepdaughter less than an hour ago. "A decree from Prince Phillip," the man told her. "All women of age in this household will attend a royal ball to be held tonight at the castle. One lady will be chosen as the Royal Consort and future Queen when Prince Phillip ascends to the throne. All attending will be masked, so no one knows one another, and the Prince will make his choice as he sees fit." "All ladies?" Felicia asked, her eyes going wide. The man looked her over and said, "No older than thirty-five," he amended. Felicia scowled. "According to the records, there are three women of age in this house?" he asked. "No, that is incorrect," Felicia told him. "Only Suzanne and Rosetta are eligible." She indicated her two daughters. "Cinderella is...special," she said in a soft, conspiratorial whisper. "She would not be able to handle the duties of a Queen, if you catch my drift." The man cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Ah, yes, I see. Very well, then." He cleared his throat again. "A carriage will come pick up your daughters at dusk and return them by morning." He turned and returned to the carriage. The driver snapped the reins, and the horses trotted off. The banner men fell into step behind them. Felicia turned around and closed the door, leaning back against it, her heart hammering in her broad chest. Cinderella moved back into the hall where her mother could not see her. She had not heard what her stepmother had told the man at the door, but Cinderella knew she would not be going to the ball if her family had anything to say about it. "Get ready, both of you," she told Suzanne and Rosetta quietly. "I'll keep Cinderella so busy she'll never know what's going on." Both girls giggled at their prospect and hurried to do as their mother commanded. "Cinderella!" Felicia called upstairs. "Tend to me, please." It was never a good sign when her mother said please, and Cinderella knew it. Taking a deep breath, she stood up as her two sisters passed her by on their way to their rooms. Their doors closed with a certain finality. Cinderella went downstairs and stood naked before her stepmother, who glared down at her with her arms crossed. "Your list of chores does not shrink just because I chose to have sex with you, Cinderella," she said with a scowl. "You will finish the laundry, dust the house, sweep, cook dinner, and when you are done I might choose to let you please me again." "Yes, Stepmother," Cinderella said, knowing everything she was being asked to do would take all night. She would never get to go to the ball. One of her stepsisters would end up with the Prince and become the new Queen, and then Cinderella's life would be completely ruined. But she had no answer on how she could go to the ball if she was stuck here. "Will I do all this naked?" she asked. "Of course—I have not given you permission to put your clothes on. Now get busy!" Cinderella turned, and her slim shoulders slumped a little at the realization that her life of slavery was just beginning. So far, she had not minded doing everything around the house. It allowed her to keep the house as she wanted, and doing everything made her feel good about herself when nothing else in her life did. After all, she slept in the basement among the ashes; she had no boyfriend or lover other than her stepmother, who didn't truly love her; and her clothes were never anything more than the rags her stepsisters tossed to her when they were done with them. But not being allowed to go to the ball was the first time she felt completely, unjustifiably inferior to her stepsisters, and that feeling made her sick to her stomach. Still, she would not fight. Maybe the Prince was a jerk, she thought, and if one of her stepsisters did marry him, then her life would be even more miserable than Cinderella's currently was. Then again, maybe he would not choose either Suzanne nor Rosetta. The ball was going to have many women there, many of whom were prettier than either of Cinderella's stepsisters. There were many possibilities that would end up with them coming back home and making Cinderella's life more miserable because they had not been picked. That was something to look forward to. Cinderella reached down between her legs and rubbed her pussy, relieving the itch that had been building there since her encounter with Rosetta. She thought about bringing herself to orgasm, but the desire was definitely not there. Instead, she went outside and began hanging up the laundry again, the warm summer wind caressing her body like the breath of a lover. She took a deep breath, her heavy breasts rising and falling with the action, her pink nipples hardening. Cinderella felt tears splash on her cheeks as she began to cry. For the first time in her life, she allowed herself the pity she had denied herself for so many years. She had been a good girl, done everything ordered, and she had believed that one day something would change, that she would escape her accursed life and finally find the happiness she deserved. But that would never happen, she knew. There were no happy endings. There was only misery, pain, and then death. Happiness only happened in stories. She sank to her knees, and she pushed a finger deep inside her pussy followed by a second. She would never have a cock inside her. The most she could ever hope for was her stepmother's brush handle. But a man—any man—was something she would never have because life was not good and not just. Cinderella moaned as the dark tips of her breasts puckered, sending a jolt racing down her spine and straight to her engorged clit. Her pussy contracted around her fingers, and she moaned at a minor release. She rubbed her thighs against her hand roughly, hoping to bring herself to the orgasm she so richly deserved. "Cinderella..." The voice was soft, gentle, like a butterfly on the wind winging past Cinderella's ear. She jumped to her feet, pulling her hand out of her pussy, and grabbed at a sheet, wrapping it around her nude body in case it was someone wandering into the yard. But all she saw were dust motes floating in the air, catching the rays of the sun. Slumping again, she released the sheet and turned back to her task, hanging it back up before it fell to the green grass. "Cinder-el-la..." The voice was singsongy now, and she heard a soft chuckle as a hand touched her shoulder. Cinderella jumped and spun around, and she took two steps back as she saw a beautiful woman with spun, white hair and a gorgeous figure standing before her in a blue peasant gown that did nothing to conceal her hourglass figure. In her right hand, the woman held a magic wand. Cinderella grabbed the sheet again and held it against her front as she stared at the sexy woman before her. "Who are you?" Cinderella asked nervously. "You'd better get out of here before Felicia sees you! She is not keen on visitors!" "Tosh," the woman with the wand said disdainfully. "That witch can't see or hear us at the moment. Cinderella," she said, throwing her arms wide and bowing deeply, giving Cinderella a perfect view of her deep cleavage, "I am your Fairy Godmother!" She stood up and smiled. Cinderella's eyes went wide as she stared at the beautiful, curvaceous woman standing before her. She looked very young, with full hips and breasts and a slim waist. Cinderella wanted to undress the woman and see how long and slim her legs were. But what the woman said did not make any sense. "My...Fairy Godmother?" she asked in disbelief. "Why, there's no such thing! Besides, shouldn't you be old and wise?" The woman folded her arms beneath her ample bosom and glared at the young girl. "Honey, I'm older and wiser in the ways of things than you can possibly imagine. I've been keeping an eye on you since your mother died, and I was so sorry to see your father marry that..." She tossed her head towards the house disdainfully. "Woman." She spat on the ground in disgust. "I knew something terrible was going to happen, but I was not allowed to prevent it by the Laws that I must obey. However, while Laws cannot be broken, I've learned to bend them to just before the breaking point. I'm going to make your deepest desires come true." Cinderella scoffed and looked away. "My deepest desires?" she asked. "I don't even know what those are myself!" Her Fairy Godmother stepped forward and placed her hand on the side of Cinderella's face, turning the young girl to look at her. She smiled pityingly. "Sex, Cinderella," she said. "Sex is your deepest desire right now, and I can guarantee you the night of your life at the ball. I know all about what the Prince has planned, and it's going to be a night of pleasure for everyone who shows up. You want a cock between your legs, you'll have a cock that will bring you to the greatest orgasm of your life." "What?" Cinderella asked, not understanding what this strange woman was saying. "It's an orgy, Cinderella—the Prince is looking for a woman who can ultimately please him in bed. He's had many courtesans in his life, but he's never had a lover. You can be that lover, and I'm going to make it happen for you." Cinderella stared at her, her heartbeat increasing, her nipples hardening once again. "You can? How?" The woman smiled at her sudden eagerness. "Like this." The woman held her wand over Cinderella. "I'm going to give you clothes the likes of which the Prince has never seen before. I'm going to give you a mask that will draw his attention and keep it locked on your body and yours alone. And I'll give you transportation that will make everyone wonder if you're a Queen!" She waved her wand in the air, fairy dust falling over Cinderella's blonde hair and slim shoulders. "And it will all happen with these magic words: Bow chicka bow wow!" Cinderella instantly found herself dressed in a light blue corset that cinched her waist and pressed her breasts together while holding them aloft, giving her more cleavage than she realized she had. Blue silk panties covered her loins, and matching stockings covered her legs up to mid-thigh. A white, lace garter belt graced her right thigh. She looked down at herself in amazement, surprise at how svelte her body looked. She looked at her Fairy Godmother, mouth agape in surprise. "Something's missing, though," the Fairy Godmother said, looking her over thoughtfully. Then she snapped her fingers, her long, red, pointed fingernails clicking together. "Shoes!" she said. "What kind of woman forgets shoes?" The Fairy Godmother waved her wand again, and a pair of glass slippers with spiked heels appeared on Cinderella's feet. Cinderella wobbled in them on the uneven ground for a moment before she got used to them. She smiled at her Fairy Godmother. "Wow!" she said. The Glass Slipper "That's bow chicka bow wow," the Fairy Godmother said with a mischievous smile. "Now for your mask." She passed her hand in front of Cinderella's face, and a beautiful, white ceramic mask with light blue and gold streamers hanging from the sides and a red heart over the right eye appeared covering her face. Cinderella reached up to touch it, and her hands touched the nose and lips, which felt very similar to her own, as if the mask was made from a mold of her face. She stared at her Fairy Godmother. "It is enough for him to see how beautiful you are without knowing exactly who you are," she said. "It will give him just a hint. Besides, you want him concentrating more on your body tonight, giving you the pleasure you so rightly deserve." Her Fairy Godmother's eyes roamed Cinderella's body, moving down from her face, past her breasts and stomach to her loins and then down her legs before beginning their journey back up. "Now, say the magic words, Cinderella." "Bow chicka bow wow," Cinderella said, and suddenly the mask and clothes vanished. She looked at her Fairy Godmother in surprise. "I will keep your stepmother distracted, Cinderella, when the time is right for you to leave. Until then, go about your chores as you must. I will return in a few hours." She stepped forward and kissed Cinderella tenderly on the lips, and her hand went down to stroke the young girl between her thighs gently. Cinderella moaned at the intimate contact. Then the Fairy Godmother stepped back and brought her fingers to her lips, sensually licking her fingers clean. "Sorry, but I had to know what you tasted like so I could fool your stepmother later. Have fun at the party, Cinderella. I'll be back." She turned to leave, and Cinderella had to admire the gentle curve of the woman's back and the roundness of her buttocks. Suddenly, the woman turned around again, her finger held up as if she had just remembered something. "Oh, and don't forget that you must return home by the last stroke of midnight, or the spell will come undone and your stepmother will know you are not with her." "But how will I return to her bed?" Cinderella asked. "I'll make an excuse to use the bathroom or something, and you can return to her bed instead of me." She shrugged. Cinderella nodded. "And don't forget the magic words, Cinderella." Her Fairy Godmother shimmered and dissolved into dust again before dispersing. Cinderella felt nervous as she continued her tasks, counting down the hours until she could go to the ball. * * * She arrived at the ball just as the sun set to find everything in full swing. People were dancing with each other, and all the girls were dressed in just their lingerie as they danced with men dressed to the nines. All wore masks, and Cinderella could not tell who was who, which she assumed was the point. "Ah, a newcomer," a man at the door greeted her. "Welcome to the ball! You seem to be already dressed for the occasion. No matter. Here is a number for you," he said, handing her a piece of paper. Cinderella looked at it and saw the number 127. "What is this for?" she asked. "There are an equal number of men to women at the ball; and in half an hour, you will find that room and wait there. Ten minutes later, all the men will draw a key from a bowl, and then they will come to the room they drew. Then you and he shall have sex until the wee hours of dawn." Cinderella felt her heart sink into her stomach. What were the chances the Prince was going to get her number if he was drawing a key randomly from a bowl? Oh, Fairy Godmother...what will I do? Cinderella wondered dismally. She took the number the man gave her and tucked it inside her left breast cup before she went into the ballroom. She was instantly taken by a man and swept onto the dance floor. She could see nothing of his face because of his mask, but he had a strong build with a muscular chest, a slim waist, and strong thighs. He pressed himself against her hungrily, and she felt his hard erection through his pants. Cinderella instantly felt wetness coat her panties, and she sighed before pressing herself back against him, deciding to make the most of the night, no matter what. She danced with several men, all of whom looked at her body hungrily from behind their masks. She felt men staring at her behind from across the room as she pressed her loins wantonly against the men she danced with. She felt so much like meat up for purchase in a butcher's shop. But her loins burned as she thought about finally having sex with a man, and she decided that if the specimens she had felt so far were any indication, she would have a good time later on. But she never forgot her Fairy Godmother's words that she had to be home by the last stroke of midnight or her stepmother would find out Cinderella was gone. Then the large bells in the highest tower began to chime, and all the women moved away from their partners and followed several maids through several doors marked with a range of numbers. Cinderella looked at her slip of paper and went to the door that said 100-150. She showed her number to the woman waiting there and was escorted to room 127. Cinderella waited nervously for ten minutes, wondering who would be coming through her door, what his body might look like. She had been forced to dance with a few fat slobs who looked like they ate and drank too much, and she almost wished she could get a bath to wipe their memory off her. But just as she thought about running away, the keyhole jangled as a key was set into the lock. A man entered—a strong man with a broad chest and strong thighs. He was the first man she had danced with, the man who had made her so wet, and her body again grew warm at the thought of his erection hidden within the confines of his pants. She moved toward him, but he held a single finger up to the lips of his mask, telling her to be silent. He closed and locked the door before gliding across the floor in her direction, his strides sure and masculine. He took her into his arms and crushed her body against his, letting his hands roam over the flesh of her body. He did not speak, and Cinderella remained quiet. The girl who had showed her to the room had told her on the way up that she was never to know who her lover was or speak to him in any way. They would also not remove their masks, so there would be no kissing. He pulled the shoulder straps of her corset down before reaching back to unhook the fasteners holding the bodice tight against her chest. Cinderella took a deep breath when she felt the bodice release her breasts, not realizing until then how tight it had actually been. The man pulled the cups away from her aching peaks, and she heard a slight intake of breath come from him when eyes saw her breasts. He reached up to cup her breasts, his hands holding her ribs as his thumbs sought the hardened rosy peaks. Cinderella's eyes closed as she felt him touch her, his hands smooth like a noble's should be. But his grip was firm, and she felt so small caught inside it. His thumbs teased her nipples until they pebbled, and Cinderella let her head fall back, wishing she could feel his mouth upon them. Then his hands were gone, and she felt him reach to undress her, tearing the corset away, leaving her stomach and chest bare to him. Then he undid the straps holding her stockings up and pulled her panties quickly down her legs, baring her light bush to his lust-filled gaze. He stood up and moved her back until her knees connected with the bed and she collapsed down. He was still dressed while she was mostly naked, and that did not seem right to her. She knew she would have to remedy that. She pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist as her fingers unbuttoned his jacket. She helped him take it off and he tossed it carelessly aside. His shirt was next, followed by his pants, which fell around his ankles. Cinderella gasped as she took in his broad, hairy chest, and she ran her fingers over his hard muscles, delighting in the feel and comparing it to the softness of her stepmother's breasts. She moaned deep in her chest as her hands slipped around his back and she pulled him against her, letting her hard nipples play with the hair covering him. She grew wetter and felt him push against the soft, slick entrance to her body. He pushed away, holding himself propped over her, and Cinderella stared up into his eyes as her hand reached down to run along the length of his erection twice before she pushed his underwear down, freeing him. Oh, she had never seen anything more spectacular in her life. Strong like the rest of him, his cock was fully erect, straining for her touch, which she willingly obliged. Her small hand wrapped around the length of him, and she felt it pulse, the thick veins carrying the blood to where it was needed dancing in her palm. Cinderella stroked him gently, her hand traveling the length of him before going back down so her hand could cup his balls and feel their heavy weight. He was more than she had ever imagined, and she could not wait to feel him push inside her. He would feel so much better than a hair brush, she was sure. She parted her legs and pressed him against her entrance again. He groaned as her heat washed over him, and he nestled the head of his cock against her entrance, letting the lips of her pussy kiss him where she could not. Cinderella moved the head of his penis up and down the length of her slit, gathering wetness on the tip, making him shine with her fluids. Then she gave him an almost imperceptible nod, and he speared forward, taking her complete in one, swift stroke. He was huge—much bigger than she would have possibly imagined...or she was much smaller than she would have thought. Either way, she felt him at the entrance to her womb, which was much more uncomfortable than she would have thought. Her groan of pain matched his groan of pleasure, and she tried hard not to let him know what he was doing to her. He felt good inside her—he felt right, like a man should. He filled her completely. No, he did not. He filled her to overflowing! She looked down and saw him inside her, and he was only partially inside her. Good Lord, how big was he? He was stretching her inside to the point of bursting, and her lips were spread wide apart to accommodate him. How could any man be that big? He was hung like a horse! He arched into her, and Cinderella felt like she was going to burst at the seams. She felt every inch of his cock as it pushed inside her and then withdrew, leaving her feeling so completely empty. Then he pushed back inside hard but not quick, for which Cinderella was thankful. She moaned as he slid home inside her and eased to a stop with his tip touching her deepest recesses. He pushed her back onto the bed and turned her so that they were both lying fully on it. He grabbed her legs, pulled them over his shoulders, and started seriously fucking her. Cinderella screamed each time he slammed home, her body slowly adjusting to his size each time he entered her. Her lubrication coated him, making each passage easier. He stroked her thighs and knees. Cinderella groaned, wanting to beg him for more but knowing she had to keep silent. He drew her legs off his shoulders and pushed her knees against her breasts, opening her pussy wide. He pulled out, and it unleashed a flood of white, thick cum from her body that he knew wasn't his for he hadn't come yet. He watched her breasts rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath after his brutal treatment of her. But he could tell that she wanted more. He looked at her shoes, and he moaned again as he slid back inside her and withdrew. His cock was begging for release, which he knew would be the greatest of his life. She was so wet, and the sight of it turned him on even more. He arched his hips, clenching his firm buttocks as he pushed hard into her. Cinderella screamed, swearing she could feel him pressing against her stomach. She was glad that she had not eaten anything that night. Then she sat up and rolled them over, riding him, slamming her hips against his, taking him deeper inside her body now that she had fully adjusted to his girth. He reached up and palmed her breasts, wishing he could suck them, finding them to be the most beautiful breasts and nipples he had ever seen. She was wild, too, and that turned him on further. Then the first stroke of midnight chimed. Cinderella felt her heart seize. She was so close! She was about to come! The second stroke chimed. Cinderella screamed and clenched hard around his large cock, needing to feel him come inside her body. Her body spasmed as her orgasm began. The third stroke chimed. Her arched inside her, and she felt the first splash of his cum coat the inside of her womb. Cinderella screamed, unable to keep it in any longer, and she pressed her body to his and held on for dear life. The fourth stroke chimed. She had to leave, she knew. The spell...she could not let the spell end! The fifth stroke chimed. With regret, she pulled off his cock and ran for the door, a combination of their combined fluids running down her legs. But he grabbed for her leg, his hand snagging the white garter belt she wore there. Cinderella kicked him off, and the garter belt pulled free. It slid down her leg as she raced for the door, taking her shoe with it. The sixth stroke chimed. Cinderella threw open the door and raced naked down the hall, past servants and other partiers. She knocked them aside as she kicked off the other shoe which was now hindering her. The seventh stroke chimed. She dived for the carriage and ordered the driver to take her home. She would never make it, though. It was far too late. "Bow chicka bow wow!" she cried desperately, and instantly she was home and in the kitchen. There she saw another version of her standing at the stove, fixing some food. The other Cinderella shook her head and said, "That was cutting it close. Your stepmother is a damn fine lover. I hope you had a good time, because I had a blast! Now take this food up to her and act like you had a marvelous time with her." Cinderella's twin shoved a plate into her hand and swiped the mask off the real Cinderella's face before saying, "But she does treat you like crap otherwise." Then she was gone. Cinderella took the plate upstairs on shaky legs and saw Felicia lying in bed with a happy, contented look on her face. Cinderella brought the plate to her, and Felicia wrapped her arm around Cinderella's neck before kissing her deeply. "You were magnificent tonight, Cinderella," she said. "What you did to me...wow, I did not think it was possible! Come, spend the night with me." She pulled back the sheets and took the plate from Cinderella as her stepdaughter climbed into bed beside her. As she sat down, Cinderella saw that the evidence of her evening with that man was gone, though her pussy still felt stretched beyond reason. But at least her stepmother did not seem to notice. Felicia took some of the food and held it out to her stepdaughter. "Hungry?" she asked with a smile. Cinderella swallowed nervously. "Famished," she said truthfully, for she had not eaten all night. Felicia fed her a slice of apple and then kissed her, her tongue delving into Cinderella's mouth and taking half of the apple from her stepdaughter's mouth before biting it off and swallowing. Cinderella swallowed the rest. They ate then fell asleep together, Cinderella nestled lovingly in Felicia's arms, content for the first time in her life. * * * They awoke the next morning to hear singing downstairs. Cinderella and Felicia put on their robes and went to see what was going on. They saw Suzanne and Rosetta stumble into the house, their faces positively glowing with their excitement. They rushed to their mother and held out their hands to show beautiful rings on their fingers. They told her and Cinderella how they had met fantastic lovers at the party who were so enamored with them that they had proposed on the spot. Felicia was so happy for them both. "Was one of them the Prince?" she asked excitedly. "No, he was with someone else," Suzanne said. "But I don't care, Mother—Roderick is so handsome! He will make a good husband for me!" "Same for Timothy," Rosetta said. "He's so big, Mother! I will be the happiest woman alive trying to make children with him!" Felidica shook her head. "I wonder who was lucky enough to get the Prince, then?" She reached out and took Cinderella's hand, a maneuver both daughters saw. But they smiled at their mother and said nothing. Things around their house became normal after that. Cinderella's two stepsisters no longer bothered her, and the one time they slipped, their mother chastised them. Cinderella moved out of the cellar and into Felicia's room, where they made love every night. But a few days after the party, a messenger from the Prince arrived with a pair of glass slippers and a white garter belt, saying that every woman in the kingdom was to try both on and see whom they fit. Suzanne and Rosetta said they didn't care to try because they were deliriously happy with their future husbands. Felicia said she did not attend the party, so there was no point in her trying. The messenger looked at Cinderella, who for a moment remembered the size of the cock as it slammed home inside her and how good it had made her feel. But then she looked at Felicia and saw love in her mother's eyes—love that was no longer denied. "Am I the last girl in the kingdom to ask?" she asked the messenger. "Yes," he said. "There are no others. You must be the one!" "I am afraid not," she said. She smiled up at Felicia. "I was here the entire night." The messenger lowered his head, his mouth turning down. "Then I must return home and face my lord's wrath," he said dismally. Cinderella took the shoes and the garter from him and smiled at her mother. "Just tell him...Just tell him that you couldn't find her, that she might have been from another realm." "But..what about the shoes?" he asked. Cinderella shrugged her slim shoulders. "Robbers took them," she said with a mischievous smile before slamming the door in his face. She threw her arms around her stepmother and held Felicia close. Felicia looked at Cinderella suspiciously for a moment until Cinderella slipped her hand into her stepmother's robe and cupped her breast. "Let's go upstairs and let me try these shoes on," she whispered. "They look sexy. Bow chicka bow wow."