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Cinder-Fella
Like any fairy tale, this one begins simply:
Once upon a time there was a young man named Fred. His mother had died
young, and the boy ended up with a step-mother faster than you can say
'dad is so effing horny'. The stepmother had two older boys of her own,
and the boys made little Fred's life miserable.
However when his father died, his stepmother added her own vitriol to
the mix, which isn't good.
Unwilling to buy boys clothes for the son so much younger than her own,
instead she made him wear her own altered dresses blouses and skirts,
so Fred grew into puberty with some quirks. After all, if someone walks
by in full female regalia, why would you call the creature he?
That might have ended when he reached eleven, after all the two other
boys had clothes she could wear now, but old step-mama was having too
much fun with it. An interesting reaction since if you have ever priced
gender specific clothes you know that a dress panties bra stockings
garter belt and shoes cost more than shirt boxers slacks socks and
shoes.
Any way, from the time he needed a stool to do dishes and cooking
Freddie as she was called did all the cooking and cleaning. While her
brothers were allowed to play boy's sports she was required to learn
ballet and dance. The medicine she had to take every day from the age
of six on helped, because while doing all of the manual labor made her
stronger than she looked, her muscles were sleek and wiry.
Of course what Freddie didn't know was that she had been being fed
hormones, so right on nature's timetable her hips filled out, and her
breasts budded. Her little dickie of course didn't grow that much, and
she never had the wet dreams a young 'boy' would have. Not to mention
what when she reached seventeen years old both of her older brothers
began noticing how well she filled a pair of jeans or bikini.
Actually if they hadn't been stopped by their mother they might have
done more than just notice. After all, at seventeen Freddie looked like
someone you'd like to wake up beside.
At that age, the family money Freddie's father had left began running
out, and Step Mama began to worry a little. After all, she had four
mouths to feed. But there was a light on the horizon, the royal family
of Blathaskan had two children vying for the throne. One was Prince
Rupert, who had just reached 24, and his slightly younger sister
Regina.
However each had to satisfy some conditions. Rupert actually liked boys
better than girls so he was required to find someone able to deep
throat him, not that easy as the term 'hung like a horse' fit the man's
14 inches of man-meat.
Regina swung both ways so she had to find someone who would satisfy her
in a single night, sex no object.
Everyone in the city who was sexually capable and relatively well to do
got invitations to the ball, and Freddie's brothers were no exception.
Even Freddie got one, though she didn't have anything upscale enough to
even think of going to the ball.
The brothers roughly made fun of her because of it. They had tuxes they
owned, and Edward the elder swung both ways, so both bases were
covered.
So poor Freddie went upstairs on the first night of the ball, with
nothing to look forward to. As a cute little she-boy, she had fallen in
love with long tub baths when she was young. At puberty the only gift
she got that wasn't clothing related as a six inch vibrator and just a
little thinking and experimentation showed her what she could do with
that. So every evening she would take a long hot soaking bath, with a
little judicious sliding of her best friend into her depths.
But tonight that just didn't satisfy. She found herself on her knees,
head on the edge of the tub, her friend thrust as deep as he could go,
buzzing through the battery charge. "Just thinking about getting out of
this house makes me hot," she whispered. "But you're not reaching deep
enough to scratch my itch tonight," she sighed, flicking off the
vibrator, and pulling it from her. She sighed, setting in on the edge
of the tub.
Something touched her hip, and she flinched. Then gasped as something
larger than the vibrator began sliding up her ass.
"You really want out of here?" a soft voice asked as she felt another
pair of balls hit hers.
"Oh, um, yes," she replied as the invader, much larger and more fun
than her friend slid first out then in. She arched her back, the
intruder sliding in faster and faster.
"I can fix the problem for you," the voice whispered seductively in her
ear, and she groaned as it reached so far in that she was sure it would
come up her throat to strangle her from there. Not that she cared, she
held to the hands on her tits, arching even more.
"What must I do?" She leaned back feeling breasts against her back as
she moved of her own volition on the invading pole.
"Not what you have to do, beyond the obvious," the voice said, a hand
dropping to her clit, another to her breasts. "We'll need to make some
changes."
"Changes?"
"They both like tits, and the woman wants more down below," the voice
said. "But one thing at a time." The rhythm built faster, and Freddie
was hard pressed to keep up. She wanted to come so desperately, and the
deep penetration was driving her mad.
Suddenly the pole in her clasping ass spurted, and she almost shrieked
with joy as she felt her being filled. The lovers paused, feeling that
wonderful relaxation really good sex causes. Freddie fell forward,
relaxing as if boneless against the tub's edge. She felt the hardness
in her ass pull away, and gave a cry of protest. She rolled over,
seeing her lover for the first time. The woman had Titian red hair,
quite a rack on top, and a dick any man would feel proud wielding. The
trannie smiled, leaning over. "Hello, Freddie, I am your fairy
godmother."
"With a dick like that you're my godmother?"
"Figuratively speaking, yes." The woman leaned forward, licking a still
hardened nipple. Freddie gasped, arching into the touch. "Do you want
the prince? Or the princess?"
"Both, either, it doesn't matter.."
"Good answer. The prince doesn't care as long as you can deep throat
that horse cock he has, but the princess wants to both give and
receive."
Freddie's hand reached out, playing with the hardening member before
her eyes. "As in being fucked as well as fucking?"
"You're quick," the fairy godmother replied. "But we have to make sure
to alter your throat as well. If you can't deep throat 14" you lose."
As she said that the length in her hand lengthened, then widened until
it looked like the bottom of a baseball bat as if someone had trimmed
off the grip at the narrowest point.
The length slid out even longer, and Freddie looked with terror at what
she had to accept to be chosen. The fairy godmother grasped her face,
looking into her eyes. "Ready or not, here I come!"
She wanted to scream for the fairy godmother to wait, but before she
could say anything that length had rammed into her mouth, and she
swallowed frantically as it did not stop one whit. She felt it hit her
throat then slide down one inch at a time until she felt her lips touch
the godmother's pubic hair. She opened her eyes in shock, and felt
another impossible inch slide into her throat. The godmother held her
tight, grinding her crotch into Freddie's mouth, then withdrew about
two thirds of the length before sliding back forward. Again the frantic
swallowing, then again she felt her nose strike the godmother's pubis.
The godmother began sliding in and out, lips sliding down her length
then up as she cemented the deal. Freddie understood what was
happening. It was part and parcel of her dreams to this point. All the
Fairy Godmother had done was assure that she understood.
"Good," the fairy godmother purred, her hand clasping behind Freddie's
head, and her speed picked up. "Oh god!" She clutched Freddie to her as
she came, filling the girl's throat with pulse after pulse of come that
went straight into her stomach.
"Well done," the godmother said, sliding herself back into her panties.
"Now you remember the old Cinderella story. You have to leave at
midnight, and the same for tomorrow night, because you have to seduce
both the prince and the princess."
"I understand," Freddie said. "But how do I seduce them both?"
"By sucking his dick and fucking her senseless in one night."
"Sounds easy."
"Not every gullet can take 14" of dick, girl And we have to increase
your length by almost triple so that the princess is happy."
"So when do we begin?"
"Wear your best clothes and board the train to Central Park, you'll be
ready when you get there for the first night. The same way the next
night."
Freddie chose carefully. A long ivory white dress, three inch heels,
with white stockings and garter belt. She minced down the block,
drawing many a wolf whistle as she strutted. She click-clacked down the
steps into the subway station, buying a token. She walked out onto the
platform, and a few moments later, the train came into the station. She
stepped into the car, and felt something seize her. No one seemed to
notice as her clothes glowed.
As the lights flickered, her clothing changed incrementally, and no one
seemed to notice. Her bodice deepened, showing quite a lot more of her
cleavage than she had been able to reveal before. She felt a corset
suddenly tightening, her breasts leaping upward as if awaiting a
lover's touch. Her dress lengthened, going from ankle length to
something more fitted to a wedding. Delicate lace finger gloves raced
up her arms as her hair writhed as it formed into a bun at her neck.
She could feel the ghostly touch of make up being applied, then a
delicate white domino mask appeared in her left hand, and in her right,
an engraved invitation.
The door opened, and she stepped out. The stairs to the street were
steep but she took them willingly. Across the park she saw the hotel,
taking a deep breath as she marched toward her destiny.
*****
It was incredibly boring. Rupert sighed as he looked down the row of
people kneeling awaiting his pleasure. "Ladies and gentlemen, the first
test is depth. I will insert my member in your mouth and throat and
push until either you signal you can't take any more, or I hit bottom.
If you fail you are asked to leave. You will not touch my member in
anyway. In San Francisco last week some woman who couldn't even take a
third of my in her mouth coated the rest with ipecac causing anyone who
could go deeper to vomit. He unziped his pants, and whipped it out.
Halfway down the left side of the kneeling queue Freddie gasped.
Fourteen inches? Try maybe sixteen to eighteen, dempending on which
battleship you liked better!
Rupert went down the row, taking each face in his hands and slid
forward. There were about 200 of them, but none of the first thirty
could take more than half of him. He reached number 30 before one woman
caught his eye. She reached up not to grab his dick, but to hold his
ass. Then she opened her mouth and descended it as if she did it every
day. When she reached bottom, she used her fingers, and slid his
scrotum into her mouth as well. Then she looked up and gave him a saucy
wink as she slid down, then to prove it wasn't a fluke, did it again.
Only ten were able to take him that deep, though only she had slid all
the way down and included his ball sack in the bargain.
"Well done all, now we come to the endurance test. You will all hyper
ventilate, then one by one, I will insert myself. You will slide all
the way down, then remain there until you need to breath. When you
signal that you can take no more, I will pull out. Whomever remains
down the longest wins."
Now number nine, Freddie looked to the side where her stepbrother
knelt. He was already breathing deeply.
Rupert went to number one, and slid into her throat. It was less than
30 seconds before she was flailing frantically, coughing as he pulled
out. Down the row he went. Two and a half minutes, five minutes, one
was an astonishing six minutes. He came to Freddie's step-brother David
(five and a half minutes) then finally to Freddie. She smiled, took one
last deep breath, and slid the stalk of love down until she again
inserted the scrotum. Then she merely watched Rupert's eyes in
challenge.
Four, five, she merely kept watching his face. Seven eight, still she
merely watched him. At ten minutes her eyes rolled back, and she slid
backward off of him. She had literally passed out rather than give up.
No one else was even close.
Freddie came back to consciousness to find her nipples being rubbed by
the prince. Her dress had been taken down to her waist, and the corset
removed. Not that it didn't feel nice, but she looked over his shoulder
at the clock which was less than eight minutes to midnight.
She sat bolt upright, both groaning as their heads collided, and her
fingers finished doing up the corset.
"Are you all right?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.
"Yes. It was wonderful." She spun, holding up her bodice. "Can you zip
me please?"
Bemused he assisted. "But why are you leaving? You've won my heart."
"I have to take your sister's challenge tomorrow too."
"Why?" he asked. "Regina is insatiable."
Freddie turned around, kissing him deeply. "I will satiate her." Before
Rupert could comment she dropped to her knees, opening his dress
slacks. She slid down his member like a homing tunnel, and his hands
clutched her head as she sped up, drawing him so deep he worried she
would merely suck all of him in.
Thanks to some minor alterations, Freddie had no problems dealing with
this. Now she was showing off her style as she licked and sucked on the
hardened member. It was like sticking your member into a living vacuum
hose. Rupert had no more chance than a fly that had run into a spider's
web. He came, and Freddie sucked all of it down with aplomb.
"Now you have to get with your sister afterward to find out who sucked
all the chrome off your trailer hitch!" She gave him a finger wave,
then ran like hell as the first toll of of midnight sounded. Rupert
tried to give chase, but his pants were around his ankles, so he ended
up on his face as she escape.
When she arrived at the train, the magic reversed. When she came up the
steps at home she was back in her own rather tatty outfit. She sashayed
down the street drawing many a whistle as she headed home.
Of course the house was abuzz when she arose the next morning. David
was depressed. After five years of going down to the bawdy house to
work as a fluffer he had been out done by the Mysterious Stranger, not
to mention a couple of others that held the Prince's esteem (Such an
odd thing to call it) in the last test. As she served breakfast in her
little French maid outfit, she eavesdropped shamelessly. The Mysterious
Stranger had not only held him for the longest time, but had been
squired away to revive elsewhere as they were ignominously kicked out.
Michael sneered. He knew he was long enough, and intended to overdose
on Viagra and Cialis before his competition began. Freddie was her
normally flighty self, and no one even considered that she had outdone
her older brother in his on the gob training. Everyone was discussing
the second section of the trials. Because Princess Regina demanded both
enough length to satisfy her and the endurance of her lover, this was
trickier. It would be not the next evening, but scattered over the rest
of the week as a number of the competitors (Some of which had already
failed in getting the Prince) would vie yet again.
So it was the next evening two invitations, one for Michael another for
Freddie, arrived. The one for our heroine of course was sent through
the document shredder, no biggie, as her Faerie Godmother had already
duplicated the invitation. These required the contestants to arrive at
the hotel that evening, and stay until either they had been
disqualified, or surpassed in the competition.
Freddie went up, ran herself a bath, and immersed herself. Honestly,
she wanted to gargle since the previous evening's festivities had worn
her down.
Soon enough, of course, the Fairy Godmother arrived. She wore a
different dress; of course this time she expected more than a willing
vessel. The Fairy Godmother slid her panties down, turning to present
her velvety chute. "As I said, we need to expand your horizons."
Freddie was all up for that; she had been fucked more often than she
had done the honors. The Fairy Godmother sighed as her student took her
chance, and slid deep as she could with something the length of the
average middle finger. The Fairy Godmother concentrated, and the
dimensions expanded. A bit longer... Then a bit thicker... mmm. Maybe a
bit longer... Oh yeah, much better. The Fairy Godmother sighed as it
was much better than it had been. She arched, sucking her student
deeper. "Now remember to keep going like this all night long with the
princess. I've made the modifications, and we'll test them for a few..
oh, god... hours."
"But the Princess!" Freddie said. She could no more have stopped than
rain could jump back into the clouds.
"Don't worry." The Fairy Godmother wasn't going to give this up! "It
will take a week and I've made sure you're on the last day."
So the next day she slipped from the house and again walked down to the
subway station. She boarded the train, and was whisked to her
rendezvous. This time her clothes changed to something more Gothic. Her
hair was covered by a black wig, Nails crimson as was her lipstick. She
was dressed in a black leather corset and skirt with four inch thigh
boots. Her domino mask was black as pitch. She had a few whistles, but
when she looked at them, they froze. Her look suggested whips, chains,
and long evenings of being brutalized.
The concierge took one look and gave her a room. Her number was 251,
not high compared to those that had arrived for Rupert, but these rooms
would be for anywhere from overnight to a week.
It was day five and Regina was bored, bored, bored. Being a
nymphomaniac was a pain in ever orifice large to hold a cock. By her
count she had gone through 167, and the longest any had survived was
eight hours. When they stopped begging, she was more than done with
them. She rang the bell, and took a bath. Give her half an hour, and
she was good to go. Number 168 had better last longer than that!
One day and fifteen hours later she sighed as #250 sagged in collapse.
There was only one to go and she ran yet another bath. Honestly with
her bathwater on this gig she could have irrigated the Gobi desert! Her
maids came in and began to wash her down gently.
She was laying there, relaxing as the hands ministered to her. Then
they were gone. She wanted to whine, but princesses did not whine.
A mouth closed on her nipple, and she gasped arching into it. Her
desires, never very far below the surface rose, and her hands came up,
feeling long hair in a bun. The mouth became insistent, and Regina felt
herself rising into it, slipping up out of the bath, feeling hands lips
and tongue playing over her flesh, rolling her in a tide of perfumed
liquid.
Something slipped into her and she sighed as she eased back. Long
enough, firm enough, hard enough, oh, long enough. She slid backwards,
sighing as the member drove her desires higher. Would it be long enough
in time? She would find out.
The second part of the fuck-fest ended 8 days after the beginning.
Regina was found in her tub, unconscious after (by her own estimate)
eighteen hours with one person. The she-male that had fucked her into
the ground had whispered. "Go to this address and you will find the one
who satisfied both of you." A moment before she fainted after the
fourteenth (or was it the sixteenth?) orgasm.
The pair of nobles got together, and warned the city that someone had
not only satisfied the Prince's requirement, but the Princess's as
well. They had the list of everyone who had arrived at the two soir?es,
and they began a lighting visit of all of them. About nineteenth on
their list was an address where David, (who had failed to satisfy the
Prince, and Michael (Who had similarly failed to satisfy Regina) both
lived. But there were three invitations delivered there. They had tried
to dissemble, but their intelligence told them there were three people
given invitations within the house.
They tried to resist the argument, but Freddie arrived. She smiled at
the men who arrived, and agreed to go with them to prove her bone
fides, which took the better part of the day. She fucked both nobles
into the ground, taking Rupert both back and front, then proceeded to
fuck Regina into a stupor.
And so it was that she was chosen as love mate of both nobles. She left
behind her the world that made her worthless, and entered one where her
capabilities were enjoyed. That made her so happy.
And so they, all three of them lived not only happily ever after, but
well fucked as well.
After all, what else does a sweet little trannie want, eh?
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