Three Wishes .....The virgin wishes to be taken, the prince wishes to take her, and the Fairy Godmother grants all wishes!
The handsome prince and the fairy godmother had finished binding the slightly-tipsy fair maiden firmly to the bed. The virgin pulled against the cuffs and whimpered into the gag, but she had been rendered completely helpless. Worse yet, she felt herself becoming aroused! The prince and godmother stood smiling over their lovely captive, and then the prince set out on his quest.
He slid his young, muscled body languidly up the length of her taut, lean form, still covered in the black satin gown, til his whole body was covering hers and his raging manhood was throbbing against her virginity. He pulled the gag out of her mouth and kissed her deeply, feeding at her mouth as she lost herself in his kiss and moaned softly. The prince replaced the gag in the maiden's mouth and proceeded to kiss and lick his way down her body, stopping to bury his face in the satin covering her small breasts. Then he pulled down the front of the gown and began to suckle her nipples, as she moaned softly into her gag.
The prince slid his hands under the maiden's body and stroked the slippery satin down her back to her little bum, at the same time sliding his own body downward until it rested between the virgin's wide open legs. She began to squirm as he lightly rubbed his cheek over her satin-covered loins, pushing his face down into her womanhood and smelling her lovely fresh aroma. The poor virgin was thrashing and pulling on her bonds, her moans becoming louder as her handsome prince worked his way closer to the fulfillment of both their wishes....
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Maggie and Crystal unlocked the door to their hotel room and spilled inside, still bubbling with animated conversation about the play they had just seen. The two women, though 30 years apart in age, shared a passion for the theatre, and had become good friends when both were cast in a community theatre production of "The Rocky Horror Show." The show had been great fun for the outrageous Maggie, who had played the naughty maid Magenta, and quite an eye-opener for the more naïve and inexperienced Crystal, who had played the naïve and inexperienced Janet. Maggie had taken young Crystal under her substantial wing and set out to corrupt her innocence (but in a GOOD way!).
Now they were in Chicago for a weekend of regional theatre, museums, great restaurants, and of course, shopping. Earlier that afternoon, they had visited a wonderful high-end lingerie shop, from which Maggie had emerged with a mysterious package that Crystal had not even seen her purchase. They were taking off their coats and preparing to get comfy and enjoy an evening of screwdrivers and girl talk. Maggie had bought the vodka and orange juice, also during their afternoon shopping trip. Crystal had been 21 for a month now, but was often mistaken for a high school girl, so it was just easier for Maggie to buy the alcohol. Maggie, at 53, rarely had trouble obtaining ANYTHING she wanted!
Crystal had removed her dress, shoes and stockings (she rarely wore a bra), and was about to slip into her oversized T-shirt and Hello Kitty flannel pajama pants, when Maggie brought forth the mystery package from the lingerie shop.
"Wait just a minute, young lady!" she said, assuming a stern motherly tone.
She opened the box, which was beautifully printed with the store's sophisticated logo in shades of mauve and lilac, and carefully took out a shiny black satin nightgown. Maggie ceremoniously handed the gown to the younger woman.
"This is for you, sweetie. Now that you are 21, it's time to start looking like a woman!" (Maggie frequently spoke in exclamation points.)
Crystal's bright blue eyes grew large with surprise as she carefully held the gown and examined it, then let the luxurious satin slide over her head and down the full length of her body. As she stood in front of the large mirror, she laid her black-framed glasses on the side table and released her girlish ponytail, shaking out her shoulder-length brunette hair. She was amazed at the transformation! Still wearing her evening makeup, her face no longer looked like that of a little girl. She ran her hands over the satin from her shoulders, across her small breasts, and to her slightly flaring hips. She was petite and lithe, but the gown was cut and draped perfectly to give the illusion of womanly curves.
In the meantime, Maggie had slid into her own new satin gown, in a deep teal color trimmed with black lace. Where Crystal needed the illusion of curves, Maggie had curves to spare. As she moved to the mirror next to her young protege, she smiled at the way her own gown wrapped around her plus-size body emphasizing her luscious breasts and hips while graciously downplaying the less-perfect parts. She also appreciated how the color complemented her green eyes and the mahogany curls with streaks of silver that fell halfway down her back. As Maggie ran her hands down her shoulders and over her breasts, her very large nipples hardened and became quite prominent sitting in the underwire cups of her gown. Both women giggled as they compared their similar height, milky skin and perky noses, and contrasted their very different body shapes.
Maggie gave Crystal a big warm hug and couldn't help noticing how deliciously their twin layers of satin slid against one another. She also found herself unconsciously caressing Crystal's satin-clad back, and came to her senses just at the moment her hand was slipping toward Crystal's tiny ass.
A bit taken aback, she moved away from Crystal and said, "Why don't you get out the glasses, vodka and orange juice, while I get us some ice?"
"Maggie!" Crystal cried in dismay. "You're not going out in the hallway like THAT, are you?"
"Of course, hon!" the older woman laughed. "You never know who you might meet!" With that, Maggie tossed her hair, gave Crystal an evil smile, and swept out the door.
Crystal was one of the legion of young people that Maggie thought of as her "theatre kids." Her own daughter had moved to New York City more than ten years earlier, to pursue her own career in theatre. So Maggie had become a sort of "fairy godmother" of the theatre—always there with a smile, a kind word, a hug, a tissue to wipe away tears—and a raunchy story. Many young actors of both genders had received their rudimentary sex education from Maggie's bawdy backstage stories, and yet she was also the person you could trust to answer your questions about sex that you wouldn't dream of asking your parents, to pat you on the back when you lost your virginity, or to give you a hug if it didn't turn out to be all you had hoped for.
Since Crystal had shared a dressing room with Maggie during "Rocky," she had learned a lot from Maggie. And what Maggie had learned from Crystal was that Crystal was still a virgin. The younger woman wasn't entirely innocent—she could talk sex just like the big girls. But somehow, she had just never managed to HAVE it. She had spent so much time in shows that she had little time for dating, and the few boyfriends she'd had proved themselves to be losers before she felt ready to sleep with them. Now that she was 21, she considered her virginity to be something of a nuisance, but hadn't quite worked out how to dispose of it. She and Maggie had discussed the topic at length.
Crystal had even quipped, "I almost wish some handsome prince would come along and take me against my will, just to have it over with!"
Unbeknownst to Crystal, Maggie had arranged this whole trip to grant that wish, and the wishes of two other people as well.
As she returned down the hall from the ice machine, Maggie stopped to very lightly tap on the door of the room next door, which also happened to adjoin the room she shared with Crystal.
