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There once lived a young girl, pretty as a flower. She could twirl like the breeze and her smile was like sunshine. She lived with her father, a woodcutter in his fifties. They lived near the forest, in a small cottage. Next to the road, which led to the town, just a carriage drive away.
One day the father loaded up his cart and told his daughter, “I’m off to sell these fine wood. That I worked hard to chop with my hard labor. All so that we can feed our family and be happy and free.”
“Farewell father”, said the daughter, “I will be waiting, hurry back soon and be in good health too.”
And so the father left to go to the city, to sell labors of his hard work in exchange for food and other goods. And so the daughter was left, next to the window, to gaze upon the road and wait for her father.
Not a moment too long and she saw a hooded old man approaching the path, with a walking stick in hand. He approached the window and asked, “Pretty girl, pretty girl, allow for an old man to rest within, for I have traveled far and eaten little, please pity this old man and offer your humble abode.
“No”, said the daughter, “I must refuse, for who knows what you might do. You may rest away outside, but I shan’t open the doors to my house!” And so the old man rested outside.
A fat and ugly man approached the cottage window, pulling a cart full of sweets and flowers. “Young and pretty maiden”, he said, “I would offer you these sweets and flowers for your good will”.
“Why thank you good sir”, said the daughter, “I will enjoy these gifts willfully and heartfully”.
The fat and ugly man after seeing the joy on the face of the daughter then asked, “Young maiden, might I ask to rest in your humble abode? I have come a long way and am so very tired and in need of companionship”.
“No”, said the daughter, “I appreciate the gifts you have given me, but you may rest outside if you desire and seek companionship through the window of this house, but you may not enter.” And so the fat and ugly man sat next to the old man with a walking stick.
Then came a young man, who held a friendship with the young girl, who asked if they could become romantic. “No”, said the daughter, “I think of you as a brother”. And so the young man sat next to the two other men, next to the window, resting.
Then a prince came along, with royal fanfare. With servants and knights and grand horses too. As he passed by the cottage he caught sight of a face, so fair and so pure. He took a fancy to the pretty young girl and strode immediately to face her through her window. “Fair maiden”, said the prince, “would you kindly open your doors to me?”
The young maiden blushed and stuttered, “Why good sir, I must protest, I simply cannot open my doors to anyone, much less a stranger, no less”.
But the prince plied her with honeyed words and sold her dreams until she relented and let him in! They talked and they giggled, danced and cuddled, with thrilled little kisses, until intimately to her bed they went. The three men outside watched through the window, her sighs, moans and gasps they thoroughly heard. Until finally a sensuous soft scream sounded out from within her throat!
The prince got up and dressed, telling a tired and spent girl,”I will be back my love and soon will carry you to the land of your dreams”. And off he rode to the town taking with him his loyal fanfare in tow.
The three men observed the prince leaving and talked amongst themselves. “Well there goes prince charming”, said the fat and ugly man, “Fat luck he’ll come back”.
“Yes, indeed”, said the old man, now huffing out of a pipe, “The girl has given away her most prized possession. I had thought I would match and introduce the girl to my grandson, but sadly such events do happen and now she has no prince and no future, the dreams she dreams of, will sadly never come to fruition.”
The young man who held a friendship with the young woman and who had asked to be romantic said, “She now has nothing, no companion, no love, no life. We three can see it, but only she can not see it.”
The young woman, no longer a maiden, overheard their conversation and grew anxious, “Oh what do you mean”, she asked.
“He’s gone and left you for good”, said the old man. “He’s had his fun with you and now you are nothing more than a triumphant memory”, said the fat and ugly man. “He’s taken advantage of your good will and left you with nothing, not even your purity and chastity”, said the young man.
The young woman heard this and grew frightful, “But what if I am with child”, she cried, “Oh what will father do?”
“You must help me”, she begged, “help me”.
“There is nothing you can give us”, said the old man. “You have nothing of worth to bargain with”, said the fat and ugly man. “I can not help you get with another man, it is too painful it is”, said the young man.
“Well what do you desire”, asked the young woman, “what do I have that I can offer that would convince you three to offer assist?”
“Give me a kiss”, demanded the young man, “I can get you into the city”.
“Lift up your dress and show me your legs”, demanded the fat and ugly man, “I can get you to the Upper District”.
“Unbutton your blouse and show me your breasts”, demanded the old man, “I can get you past the guards and into the Royal Palace”.
“Oh dear”, cried the young woman, “Is that what you desire? Is there nothing else that I have that might be of worth to bargain with?” The three men insisted that this was what their price was. And so the young woman let them in, into the cottage that she had previously barred them from entering within.
“Give me a kiss ," demanded the young man. And the young woman hesitantly complied, giving him a small peck on the lips. The others demanded kisses too and after a while she gave in and gave kisses to all of them too.
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“Lift up your dress and show me your legs”, demanded the fat and ugly man. The young woman was abashed and shyly looked down at the ground, as she lifted up her dress, up far till the hem reached above her ankles, past her knees.
“Unbutton your blouse and show me your breasts”, demanded the old man, “and keep the hem of your dress lifted up for us to still see. And so with shy shame she tucked and folded the dress up so that the bottom of her dress still was above her knees, revealing the thighs within . She then turned around and unbuttoned her blouse all the way, but refused to take it off and fully reveal what bounty lay beneath the silky fabric.
“This is all that I will show you”, said the young woman, as she turned around and faced the men, “No more, other than the sight of my blouse unbuttoned shall you see, if you demand any more than I shall remove thee!”
At the sight of the “pouting” young woman adamantly taking a stand, the three men agreed, deciding to not push their chance. And so they sat on her bed and demanded that she twirl and dance, with her dress hiked up and her breasts revealed partially, their tips pronounced through the blouse curtain, their shape subtly bouncing in rhythm to her movements. Periodically they demanded kisses, and she leaned over to answer their wishes.
Finally it was over and she put her clothes back to the state that they were before. “There!”, she said, “Now it is your turn to honor the bargain”, she looked at them fiercely and expectantly, daring them to run away without the payment they had promised.
Conscious of one another, each one stepped forward. “I can tell the guards that you are my sister, for I have a pass to pass through the gates”, said the young man.
“I have a shop in the Upper District”, said the fat and ugly man, “I can tell the guards that you are a new hiree”.
“I am the court grand wizard”, said the old man, “ I can say that you are my assistant and are assisting me”.
“Then let us be off, oh merrily naughty and lecherous men”, the young woman said, “I am thoroughly with will, to see this end”. And off to the city they went, the young woman riding on the back of the cart of the fat and ugly man, all three of them pulling and tugging till they reached the city gates.
All three men produced a wooden badge carved with details of some importance. And the young man announced, “She is my sister”, pointing to the young woman and past the gates they were allowed.
They reached the streets and found an alley, where they pulled the young woman in. The young man said, “There I’ve done my part, I would like for in further return, appreciation for coming this far”.
“Oh my”, said the young woman, “Do you truly require more appreciation? Well if you insist, I suppose that I must”, she said, “I will give you a kiss.” Already determined to reach her prince, already expectant that her body was what she had to stake, she stood against the wall, closed her eyes, pursed her lips and awaited the kiss.
And so the young man held her against the alley wall and they connected their lips. The young man's hands started exploring, going further and further along her arms, along her sides, briefly touching her bosom’s sides. Down her waist and hips they went, until they reached and grabbed her plump and firm rear ends.
She gave a small gasp and pulled away her lips, pushing him away weakly and slightly. And as she took one step forward, she almost nearly stumbled. Leaning against the alley wall, breathing oh slightly heavily, with her pink lips parted, she lifted her gaze, her face still slightly facing downcast.
Recovering her breath, she straightened up and said, “Let us be on our way”. And off they went to the gate of the Upper District.
At the gate of the Upper District the fat and ugly man produced a small wooden tablet and presented it to the guards. “This is my new maid”, he said, pointing at the young woman.
“My, what a fair and pretty lady”, said the guard, “ it’s a shame that she is simply just a maid”. And he stepped aside and allowed the four to pass by.
The fat old man led them to his shop, past the young boy working there, past all the merchandise. He led them to the stairs and up they descended upstairs. He led them down the hall to a room with a large bed and all.
And here he demanded that the young woman give her appreciation, appreciation for his help in entering the Upper District.
“Oh I see”, said the young woman, sounding soft and sweet, “ I suppose I must, if you truly desire. What do you require, from me, a girl with only her body?”
And so she lifted up her skirt
Tucking it in around her waist
So that the hem of it dangled
Around the thighs of her legs
“Come here," said the fat and ugly man as he sat on the bed. She approached him close, close till her bountiful bosom was close to his head. “Give me a kiss”, he said. And she bent over, leaned forward and kissed him sweetly with her pink lips. From behind the two men ogled, the young woman completely unaware that by leaning and bending her skirt rose up and revealing more than that she would allow.
The fat and ugly man ran his hands up her legs, until he reached right below her curved, cute and shapely behind. Then he grasped those cheeks and pulled her over sharply, making her sit atop him. She gave a soft gasp and pushed him away, “Oh sir, you musn’t”, she cried, but he held tight and pulled her in more, burying himself into her bosom.
She only resisted for a very few moments, eventually giving in and sitting unmoving, allowing him to grasp, grab and grope her cheeks, she waited patiently for him to finish.
After the fat and ugly man had tired the young woman daintily removed herself from his lap, straightening out her skirt and clothes. The old man excitedly yelled, “I am the grand wizard of the royal court, I can get you in, past the palace guards”. The young woman gave him a knowing look, one that was a mix of amusement and teasing disapproval.
“Well”, said the slowly and hesitantly young woman, “ I suppose we’ve come this far”. They exit the shop and the young boy who works as the shop's clerk and assistant cannot help but stare at the enchanting fairy-like creature that passes by him.
They reach the gates to the walls that surround the palace, and the guards stand at attention recognizing their Grand Wizard. The Grand Wizard tells the guards, “This is my assistant and my associates”, and the group is allowed passage.
They walk through the halls and climb up the stairs until they reach the wizard's room. They enter and the wizard sits on the bed. The young woman looks at him with disapproving, sultry eyes. “I suppose you’ll be wanting appreciation as well”, she says slowly, curling her tongue at every word, making every word deep and sensuous.
The wizard looks expectantly and she proceeds to hike up her skirt and unbuttons her blouse, leaving it on like a silk curtain on top of her buxom chest, once more the pink tips protruding beneath the partially transparent cloth. She slowly strides over to the wizard's lap, her hips swaying as she walks, until she spreads her legs and sits in a kneeling position over his lap.
She looks into his eyes for a bit before leaning forward for a kiss. Then the wizard buries his head into her chest, his hands grasping and groping her rear cheeks. The wizard nips, bites and licks at the tips through the cloth and the young woman gives soft gasps at this. Compared to before, she is less reluctant and less resistant to the sensuous attentions given to her body.
The young woman closes her eyes and softly moans and gasps here and there as the wizard works his magic, until eventually she shivers from the waves of pleasure that washes over her. She bites her lips and stifles her voice as her moans erupt into a soft crescendo.
She continues to sit on his lap attempting to recover as the wizard continues groping and licking her. When she finally does recover she pushes him away weakly and stands up, once more straightening her clothes to a more presentable form.
The wizard smiles ecstatically, and the young woman gives him a mildly tired glance. “We have reached the end of our agreement”, she states as she flips the front portion of her hair to the back, and straightening her posture. “Where is my prince?”