T-Girl fairy tale 1

Jared tossed the last bit of horse manure onto the highly stacked wheelbarrow. With a heavy sigh he gripped the handles and lifted. His muscular arms strained and bulged as he pushed the unwieldy load out the stable door to the large pile where he would deposit it until it was needed for the gardens. Sweat ran in rivulets down over his mostly hairless chest, then on down over his rippled abs to be soaked up by the waist band of his breeches. His skin was tanned from his new duties working the fields and gardens of the small estate where he once had been lord and master. Well, at least the son of the lord and master. Where before he'd spent his time with studies and hunting, now it seemed that he was doomed to only toil as a worker on an estate that once has been his home. He was no more than another beast of burden pulling in the traces set about his shoulders by his step-mother. He dumped his load of manure at the edge of the pile and at the thought of that woman he spat upon the ground. A clinging harpy who had conned his poor father into a betrothal complete with her and her daughters as heirs. His father had been completely smitten with her too, saying how she was the first woman that truly understood him. She was willing to talk about hunting, politics, and farming. The three things most dear to his heart. So much so that he signed all the papers making them heirs and agreed for them to move onto the modest estate before they were even married! They slept in separate bedrooms for a month as she spent his money on a lavish wedding. Then on the wedding night during the consummation of the marriage, father's heart gave out and he died in her arms. A tear slid from the corner of one of Jared's deep brown eyes as he thought of his father. Flipping his sweat drenched brown hair back out of those eyes he turned and trudged back into the stables.

She had put on a great show as she mourned father's death. She hid behind a kerchief and sobbed when ever someone who might take pity on her was within ear shot. As was custom she wore black for a month, but at the soonest opportunity she was back in her brightly colored dresses with the low cut bodices. A month after that found her planning a small affair where she invited as many of the local unattached royalty as was reasonably acceptable so soon after the death of a spouse.



Princess Angel

Angel yawned and adjusted her crown. She looked over the swirling crowd of dancers from upon the dais with a small sense of despair. Time and again her advisers had told her she needed to find a husband to solidify her position as Queen. Court intrigue being what it is, she knew her regent, Dutchess Dortello and the advisors were right. She had long since come of age and there was still no one she was interested in being attached to in a husband and wife kind of way. She found several of the butlers and one of the stable boys most interesting for the occasional, or more precisely, nightly diversion, but that was all.

Angel couldn't help but smile as she thought about the first time she dallied with one of the stable boys. She had been sure she was madly in love with Roland. He had been a couple of years her senior and nicely muscled with shoulder length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was always very nice to her and listened intently as she regaled him with tales from court. Whenever Angel was around him she had to try very hard to hide her interest in him from showing in her riding breeches.

Finally one day when Angel returned from her ride she couldn't resist any longer and decided she had to have the older boy. She dismounted her horse, pushed him against one of the stall doors and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss he said,

"Princess Angel! I'm flattered, but I could get banished from the kingdom if I'm caught kissing you!"

"Believe me, I have much more than kissing in mind. After all I'm a young woman and it is time I tasted the fruits of love!"

Angel fumbled for the latch on the stable door and after popping the door open pushed him into the freshly cleaned stall. There was clean straw on the floor and grain in the manger awaiting Angel's horse. Angel kissed Roland again and unabashedly slipped her hand down the front of his breeches gripping his firm penis in her hand. He wasn't very big in that way but that held no concern for Angel, after all she was plenty big enough for both of them. With a quick pull of her other hand Angel untied the drawstring on Roland's breeches and they dropped to the floor of the stable. She then grabbed his billowing shirt and easily pulled it over his head. Roland stood there naked with his breeches in a pool about his booted feet. Angel pulled her own shirt over her head and casually draped it over the top of the stable door. She reached out and pulled his mouth to her uncovered breast, moaning in ecstasy as its warm wetness enveloped her nipple. Roland wasn't very experienced, but he was certainly enthusiastic and Angel noticed he was no longer protesting about banishment. As Roland roughly worked her nipple Angel untied her own breeches and let them drop around her feet. When Roland came up for air from his work on Angel's nipple he saw how much she wanted him for the first time.

The sun was slanting in through a window high up on the stable's wall and the light illuminated both their young bodies. Roland's body was well muscled and smooth, almost hairless, with his prick standing straight out from his hips. Angel's was curvaceous with her firm young breasts and a noticeably larger prick standing out from her own hips. Roland couldn't help but gape at the princess's large hard penis as it pointed at his own smaller cock. He looked at her then back at himself. The difference in size was unmistakable. Angel grinned and said to him,

"Don't worry, your size doesn't matter to me because I plan on us using mine. I heard one of the butlers tell one of the maids he was preparing to screw that if she sucked on it first it would get all slippery and go in a lot easier. It makes sense to me so I think you should do it too."

Angel reached out and gripped Roland's head. With a strength born of lust she easily pulled him to his knees in front of her throbbing cock. The head of her cock bumped against his closed lips. She looked down at him past those round young breasts and asked,

"What's wrong? Open your mouth and make me slippery so it's easier for me to push into you. You don't want our first time to hurt do you?"

Roland had tears in his eyes as he shook his head no. He slowly opened his mouth and the head of Angel's big cock slipped inside. Angel moaned and tried to push her womanly member deeper into his mouth. Roland resisted but to no avail. Angel, holding his head tightly, pushed until she was at the back of his throat and immediately came hard. Roland gagged on her cum as Angel stood there and quivered while after shocks from her first orgasm with an actual boy washed over her young body.

Angel pulled herself from his mouth and looked at Roland. Her cock was still very hard and she was quite ready for more, but now in the waning excitement of a spent orgasm she saw that she hadn't really been in love with Roland, just in lust with his body. After all, he was only a stable boy.

"On your feet." She ordered. "Now bend over the manger."

Roland did as he was told. He could hear in her voice that things had changed and he was no longer a love interest. He knew that he was now there for her pleasure. He assumed the position she required and waited tensely as she stepped up behind him. Angel repeated to Roland what she'd heard the butler tell the maid,

"Just relax and I'll slip right into you, then some proper thrusting can take us to new heights."

Angel pressed the head of her cock against Roland's quivering rectum and began to push. Roland moaned in pain as his sphincter stretched open and the tip started into him, but before the head of Angel's cock could get inside his hole, it quit stretching. Angel pushed harder and his unwilling hole stretched just a bit more as another moan of pain issued from Roland's lips. Angel's instincts told her that there was going to be a lot of moaning and stretching before she got inside Roland. Angel gripped his hips tightly in her strong hands, pushed again then relaxed, pushed again then relaxed, each time gaining just a little bit more depth and a groan from Roland.

They were both sweating in the afternoon heat and Roland was actually dripping sweat on the floor of the stall. He was terrified, afraid he might make too much noise and draw the attention of the Stable Master, but Princess Angel's penis wasn't fitting in him and he was pretty sure it was never going to fit. He knew he was going to have hand shaped bruises on his hips from her tight grip and he also thought he might faint from the pain. Angel pushed yet again and the pain that exploded in his arse made his head swim. His tight ass was making Angel's cock hurt like hell, but she was so close to having the head inside him she couldn't stop. With one last Herculean shove she finally forced the head past his iron tight sphincter.

Angel felt elated that she could finally get started with some real screwing when Roland turned to dead weight in her hands. As he collapsed to the floor of the stall her cock made a popping noise when his ass pulled free. Angel thought in horror, 'Oh my God, I've killed him with my cock!' She knelt beside him and placed a hand on his chest, she could feel his life's beat and he was breathing. Angel let out a sigh of relief and stood back up. Her cock was going limp and in truth it was hurting quite a bit. She thought, 'I would have thought sex was much more enjoyable considering how much the butler and maid moan when they do it.' Angel redressed and slipped from the stall to head back up to the castle.