A Kinky Fairy Tale

                                        A Kinky Fairy Tale


         Once upon a time in a mystical land known as Erosnia there lived a beautiful princess. She had long jet black hair and emerald green eyes. Her skin was smooth and milky white. Her lips red like the petals of a fresh rose. She was without a doubt the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. She wanted for nothing because her father, the king, made sure that she was given everything she desired. Actually her mother, the queen, made sure that her father gave her everything. The queen was also a beautiful woman in her own right, but not as beautiful as her daughter. The queen knew that if the princess, Aibal, didn't get her own way then everyone in the castle would be miserable. As with most princesses Aibal was a spoiled little bitch.

         Aibal had reached that age when a girl starts to notice things about her body. Her breasts seemed to have exploded overnight and her bodices could barely contain them anymore. Her hips had flared and rounded out nicely giving her bottom a nice symmetry. She found herself staring at her body in the mirror more and more. She would run her fingers up and down her naked body, her skin would tingle and her nipples would get erect and turn almost purple. She noticed a warm moist feeling between her legs and she gingerly slid her hand down to investigate. As her fingers spread the folds and felt the wetness her middle finger slipped inside. Her breath caught and her body went rigid from the shock of this new sensation. She immediately pulled her hand away and looked around to make sure that no one had seen her. She hurriedly got dressed and left her room.

         Later that afternoon Aibal was in the stables grooming her horse, as she bent over to pick up a brush the horse stuck his nose between her legs and almost pushed her over. She jumped and turned around and glared at her horse. Just as she was about to smack the horse she noticed the huge erection the horse had. She had never seen anything quite like it before. It was magnificent, long, thick, and a beautiful shade of pink. Aibal then noticed that she was getting wet between her legs and there was a heat building up that she had never felt before. Not understanding what was going on she quickly left the stables and went back to the main castle.

         The queen was in her bedroom brushing her hair out when Aibal came rushing in, face flushed and trying to catch her breath. The queen looked up and asked her what the matter was.

Aibal looked at her feet and said “nothing, nothing at all.”

              The queen knew better and pressed her for an answer. Finally Aibal looked at the queen and told her about the events in the stable. The queen smiled at her daughter and put her arms around her telling her not to worry that everything was going to be just fine. Aibal was confused by her mothers reaction and looked at her quizzically. The queen quietly got up, crossed the room and closed the door to her bed chamber. She stood in front of Aibal and quietly asked her if anyone had been in the stables with her. Aibal told her no, she had gone to the stables alone.

Then the queen asked her what Aibal thought to be a very strange question; “did you touch your horses, you know?”

Aibal turned red as a beet and then said emphatically, “NO, of course not!”

Her mother smiled and said very softly, “but you wanted to didn't you?”

Aibal again looked at her feet as she shuffled them around on the floor and said, almost in a whisper, “yes, yes I did, very much so.”

The queen smiled and sent the princess off to her room for the night, telling her that tomorrow they would go to the stables together.

         The next morning the queen and Aibal went to the stables just as the queen had promised. The queen opened up one of the stalls and led her favorite horse out, a beautiful black Arabian stud. She told Aibal to sit on the stool next to the stall and watch. She knelt down and reached between the studs back legs and wrapped her hand around his cock and started stroking it. In no time at all the Arabian was at full attention. The queen continued to stroke the studs huge cock with one hand while her other hand was between her own legs rubbing like there was no tomorrow. Aibal was sitting on the stool, eyes wide and mouth open, trying to comprehend everything she was witnessing. She had not even noticed that her hand was between her legs slowly rubbing her own hot, moist pussy as she watched in disbelief.  Just then her mother called Aibal over to her and told her to grab hold of the Arabians cock and hold it steady for her. Aibal jumped and did as she was told without even thinking about it. The next thing she knew she was standing there with this massive cock in her hands watching her mother bend over and back her dripping wet pussy on to it. It did not take long before the queen was howling in ecstasy, trying to bury as much of that cock as she could inside herself. All of a sudden her whole body tensed up, she slammed herself back and screamed as she came again and again. Aibal just stood and watched, not knowing what, if anything, to do.

         The queen slowly slid off of the Arabians still hard cock with a look of sheer lust on her face. She turned around, grabbed the stud and started licking her juices off of the magnificent piece of meat that had just satisfied her so nicely. She licked up and down the shaft and then all around the head. She opened her mouth wide and slid the head in as far as she could. With both hands she started stroking the big cock while licking and sucking on the head. All of a sudden the Arabian lifted his head up and  his cock started throbbing and shaking, he was going to cum. The queen started stroking harder and then it happened, the Arabian whinnied, went rigid and started cumming in great torrents. The queen gagged as she tried to catch it all but to no avail. Aibal was just standing there in shock seeing her mother being covered by her horses cum. Finally the horse settled down and the queen stood up wiping the cum from her mouth and face.

She turned and looked at Aibal with a totally sated look on her face and said, “OK baby, now it's your turn.”

         Aibal could not believe what she had just witnessed much less that her mother wanted her to do it too.

She started to protest but her mother cut her off saying, “no, no darling, not with my horse, you will use your own horse.”

Aibal still could not believe what she was hearing and what she had just seen. She stood in the stable as if in a trance, not knowing what to think or what to do. All of a sudden she heard the queens voice telling her very forcefully,

“Aibal, go get your horse, go get Prince Charming!”