1 - THE PRINCESS
Princess Ho White had never seen an orgy. She did not even know what an 'orgy' was. She overheard her new stepmother telling a servant to, "make sure there are enough beds in the great hall for the orgy. I have invited 700 people."
Ho asked politely. "What's an orgy?"
"Nothing," replied her stepmother.
This made Ho even more interested. She was eighteen and she hated it when adults treated her like a little child. That night, Ho pretended to go to sleep early but instead she waited quietly. After half an hour she began to hear the faint sound of wailing and screaming. She was frightened at first. Did she really want to see an 'orgy'? Might it be a monster? Ho's curiosity got the better of her so she climbed out of bed and crept down the stairway. With every step she took, the sounds grew louder. At the bottom of the stairway she could make out words.
"Fuck me. Fuck me harder," she heard someone scream.
"Cum on my face," she heard in another voice.
The Great Hall's door was half open. Ho tiptoed forward and looked in. 700 naked bodies were writhing on beds laid out in the hall. Closest to Ho, the queen of the neighboring kingdom of Loch Ness was sucking a large cock. As she sucked one cock, the queen was stroking another with her right hand. Ho had sucked one cock in her life -- the stable boy's -- and she marveled at the woman's expertise. The Queen of Loch Ness slurped enthusiastically at the glistening penis in front of her. Her tongue flickered as fast as a fairy's wings. The man receiving this treatment groaned and said, "Take me into your mouth." The Queen smiled and cradled the tip of the man's penis with her lips. She began to bob her head back and forth, swallowing more of the cock every time until -- amazingly -- she had the whole cock in her mouth.
"Wow," exclaimed Ho.
On another bed the Minister of Agriculture was fucking a red haired woman from behind. At the same time, the red-haired woman was licking the pussy of a woman in front of her. The woman being licked was trembling and screeching, "Shove your tongue in me. More! More! Fuck my pussy with your tongue!"
This was too much for Princess Ho. She placed two fingers on her clitoris and began moving her hand in small circles. Her pussy was dripping. She slipped the tip of her index finger into her folds and shoved the digit as far as it would go. She imagined she was being fucked like the Empress of Narnia. A huge cock was pounding in and out of the Empress' cunt while she sucked ravenously on an even larger cock.
If it was me, Ho thought. I would have that cock in my pussy and suck the other one. What a waste! Or, Ho thought, increasing the pace of her masturbation, I would have that cock in my pussy, while the other one fucked me up the ass. Ho nearly came at this thought. Oh, to have five dicks to play with, Ho fantasized enviously when she saw the Queen of Fantasia pour wine on five cocks surrounding her. The Queen sucked the wine off the cocks one at a time. She then poured the wine over her buoyant breasts and the five men dived at her hungrily. Ho imagined bouncing on a cock -- any of the cocks in the room would do. Everywhere she looked she saw cocks being sucked and pussies being fucked. She fingered herself wildly, reaching out for balance.
Unfortunately, Ho picked the door of the Great Hall to lean on. It opened and Ho collapsed into the room. She landed on the King of Oz's dick. He yelled in pain. Ho tried to kiss it better -- well actually she tried to kiss, suck and swallow it better -- but it was too late. Ho's father untangled himself from the five women pleasuring him and rushed to hear what the yell had been about. When he saw his daughter happily bobbing up and down on the King of Oz's dick he was enraged. He punched the King of Oz in the face and declared, "the orgy's over". He chased all the guests out of the Great Hall.
The Tsarina of Lilliput, who had been seconds away from orgasm, was so angry she shouted, "I declare war on your country."
2 - THE QUEEN
Afterwards Ho's father, August White, was tormented with guilt. He spent hours praying to the Godmother to forgive him for his sins. "Sex should only be for reproduction, sex should only be for reproduction," he muttered angrily. "If only I hadn't lost sight of that."
The White Kingdom was deeply religious and, until recently, August had been a strict follower of the Godmother's laws. He had only had sex with his first wife once, and that had been to conceive Ho. August's second wife, Goldicocks, was from a different kingdom and she was used to having sex whenever, and wherever, she wanted. She had convinced him that he needed to loosen up sexually and organized the orgy. He blamed her for what had happened. The next day, when Goldicocks walked into the royal bedroom, he averted his eyes from her curvaceous body. "Vile harlot," he declared. "We shall sleep in separate beds tonight."
"You don't mean that," she objected.
"I do." The very sight of her filled him with shame.
"You aren't serious about that." Goldicocks unbuttoned her top, revealing her large, perfect orbs.
"Have some modesty woman."
"I'm your wife."
"Get out," August yelped.
August rejected Goldicocks every day for the next month. No matter what she said he held his ground. She was outraged. As time passed, her anger was coupled with a great deal of desire. She needed to be fucked. She began to spend a lot of time alone with her magic dildo. Her magic dildo was a very powerful object. In fact, the witch who had given it to her had warned her that anyone who had an orgasm while using it would fall into a deep coma and never wake up. This was not a danger for Goldicocks because she had an orgasm problem. For most of her life she had been unable to orgasm. She had fucked many men but all of them had penises that were too big or too small. She had longed to find one that fit just right. A few months ago, she had been about to give up on ever having an orgasm when she met the witch. The witch had instructed her to rub the magic dildo against her clit and say,
'Dildo dildo on my clit
Where is the dick with the perfect fit.'
It had led her to August.
It was extremely frustrating for her to have August's perfect dick in reach, but not be able to use it because he was so prudish. Every evening she would lie down, spread her legs, and stick the magic dildo into her cunt. She would imagine August fucking her slowly and deeply for an hour. Unfortunately, all the magic dildo could do was bring her close to orgasm. She could not be satiated so her desperation increased.
Before she had met August, she had coped with her sexual frustration more easily. Now that she knew what she was missing, it was harder. Orgasms are very addictive, even more addictive than opium, cocaine, or fairy dust. Goldicocks began to suffer from withdrawal symptoms. She was tormented by sexual fantasies at all times of the day. She rubbed her crotch against furniture, fingered herself during meals, and all her dreams were of fucking. Every night she begged August to fuck her just once and then they could go back to abstinence but he refused. He suggested that she say a few prayers.
As Goldicocks' need for an orgasm grew, she began to lose all logical and coherent thought. She lost the ability to do mathematics or hold a long conversation. All that existed in her mind was a thick fog of sexual need. Whenever Goldicocks saw Princess Ho strolling down the palace corridors, she was consumed by resentment. "That little bitch is the reason I can't have a good fuck," she cursed bitterly. More time passed and her sexual depravity turned the resentment into hate. Goldicocks began to imagine that if Ho White were dead, all her problems would be solved.
3 - THE GARDENER
It was generally agreed that the palace's newest gardener was a strange lad. He had come looking for a job four months earlier and immediately shown an aptitude for gardening. He trimmed hedges into marvelous unicorn sculptures and his flower arrangements exploded with color. However, Dick -- that was the young gardener's name -- asked a lot of questions. Questions were expected from new gardeners, but Dick's were peculiar. He had asked the palace's chief gardener, "How many kinds of beans grow in the White Kingdom?" He had asked the palace cook, "How different is a boiled bean from a fried bean?" They answered as best they could, but all of them worried a bit about Dick's sanity.
