A long time ago there was a king who every day would say to his queen, "Ah, if only we had a child." His queen would nod and agree, but of course the reason they didn't have any children was because she had long been on the pill since she was getting fucked by every cock in the castle and had no intention of getting knocked up. But it happened that once while the queen was getting nailed doggy style by the captain of the guard near a pond, a frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said to her, "The king's wish shall be fulfilled, and before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter."
The queen smashed the little green fucker with a near-by rock for delivering such terrible news, and said to the captain, "I need to stop doing all those mushrooms; I just saw a fucking talking frog!"
Yet despite the queen's belief that she was hallucinating, what the frog was a magic messenger and what it said came true. The queen had a little girl, who was so pretty that they named her Rose, and the king could not contain himself for joy; he ordered a great feast to celebrate her birth. He invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintances, but also the Wise Women of the land in order that they might be kind and well-disposed towards the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but, as he had only twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, the king very stupidly decided that one of them had to be left at home. Dumb, cheap bastard!
The feast was held with all manner of splendor and towards the end of the evening the Wise Women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby -- one gave health, another beauty, a third riches, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for.
When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in -- and boy was she pissed! She wished to avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at anyone, the bitch cried with a loud voice, "The king's daughter shall in her nineteenth year be pierced by a prick and fall down dead." Then, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the room.
They were all shocked, and more than a little disappointed because this party had just gotten to the good point where everyone's heavy buzz was starting to turn into serious horniness and they were getting ready to split for some good fucking...but, oh no, that bitch number 13 had to fly in like she was raging on the rag or something and ruin everyone's fuck time! But anyway...Wise Woman the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward, and as she could not undo the evil curse but only soften it, said, "It shall not be death, but a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the princess shall fall after she is pierced."
The king, who would keep his dear child from the misfortune, gave orders that every object capable of pricking her skin and piercing her body in the whole kingdom should be destroyed. Every sword, knife, arrow, and cleaver was melted down, while every other sharp object was burned. The crazy old man even had every single rose bush and briar patch pulled up and destroyed in an effort to protect the child from being pricked. Meanwhile the gifts of the wise women were plenteously fulfilled on the young girl, for she was so beautiful, buxom, good-natured, intelligent, funny, healthy, and flexible, that everyone who saw her was bound to love her -- and every man wanted to fuck her silly.
It happened that on the very day when she was nineteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of places, looked into rooms and bed-chambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow winding staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there in a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax.
Behind the old woman stood the broadest, most well-built and sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. It must of course be remembered that growing up in a castle meant growing up in what was basically a military fort, so the young woman had been surrounded by men her whole life. Most of her father's soldiers were perfectly average looking men, and while she had certainly spent many a pleasant evening down in the barracks sucking off entire platoons at a time and getting drenched in their jizz, she just never had seen a man worth actually fucking...until now.
"Good day, old mother," said the king's daughter, "what are you doing there? And who is this fine piece of man meat we have here?"
"I'm spinning," said the old woman, and nodded her head. "And this is my...uh...nephew. Orlando."
"What sort of thing is that?" she said, pointing to the immense bulge in Orlando's leather pants.
"That," the old woman said, "is his magic cock. Would you like to see it?"
"Ooh, yes!" Rose almost chirped in joy.
Orlando dutifully untied the leather thong keeping his fly together and revealed to her what was the most immense, thick, hard, and altogether beautiful cock she had ever seen.
"Oh, my!" she cooed happily. "What a lovely cock! Say, Orlando...do you know today is my birthday?"
Orlando must have been as low on brains as he was high on looks, because the dunce of a hunk just stood there, cock in hand, and shook his head slowly and stupidly.
"Well, it is, and you know you have to give the birthday girl what she wants on her birthday, right?"
Now he nodded...stupidly.
"Oh, good boy! Well, I want that cock in this pussy," she said, now hiking up her skirt to reveal a smoothly shaved, soft pink pussy. Rose lay back on a bed that was conveniently already located in this small tower room that apparently been locked for her entire life (I know, I know, there really is no internal logic to fairy tales!) Orlando dutifully walked to her, stripping off his clothes as he did so to reveal an almost perfect male body, lean, muscular, chiseled and well-defined, and perfectly tanned. As Rose lay there, watching this example of perfect Latino masculinity walk towards her, she massaged her clit gently and happily anticipated the lovely pain of her first prick.
In the very moment when she felt Orlando's prick slid between her wet, tight pussy, Rose knew something amazing was happening. She instantly felt woozy and lightheaded, the pain of her cunt being pried open for the first time was more than compensated by the amazing tingle of his cock buried deep inside her. Orlando wasn't actually much on style, simply rather pounding away at her pussy like a jack-hammer, and roughly pulling her chemise away to play with her large tits and to be able to suck on her very erect nipples. Under the circumstances it hardly mattered because Rose quickly felt an orgasm wash across her body. As the last throes of her orgasmic shaking released the grip it had on her body, Rose felt Orlando's thick load of hot cum begin to fill her pussy, she also felt herself get sleepier and sleepier and her vision get blacker and blacker.
As she slowly slid into a deep, 100-year sleep, she heard the old woman cackle and say, "The king is such fucking dumbass! Melt all the knives...seriously?! I said she would be pierced by a prick! Holy fuck, what do I have to do, spell it out for you?! Dumbass can't even catch a simple allusion!"
