"Ribbett. Ribbett," said Prince Lancelot. A few seconds later, his long, sticky tongue shot out to catch the fly that had gotten within range, and he drew the crunchy body into his wide mouth.
It was not his favorite food; he would have much preferred the champagne and steak and caviar he had dined on before having the curse placed on him by the wicked witch, but he had to take what he could get. What he missed far more than the good food were all the beautiful young women who had been so eager to share his bed while he was still human. The sex life of a frog is far inferior to that of a male human, especially when that human is a rich, handsome and horny prince with an exceptionally big cock that is almost always hard.
Princess Pauletta was privy to great deal of intimate knowledge about the sex lives of princes, although not that of Lancelot, except by reputation. The twenty year old unmarried daughter of the ruler of the next kingdom was much like the prince who had been turned into a frog, in that her bed had been visited by a steady parade of sex partners. They ranged from the father of Lancelot during a recent state visit to stable boys in her own father's castle. She tended to favor the latter, because they would take turns doing everything she ordered them to do and not say anything to anybody about their cavorting in her bed, lest they be severely punished for seeming to rise above their stations in life.
She had never met Prince Lancelot, but he was the reason for her strolling on the grounds of the castle of his father. He had been missing for over a week, and the king was worried about the fate of his heir. It wasn't just paternal love; he was concerned because Lancelot was an only child and the king was getting on in years. If he were to die and the prince was unavailable to succeed him to the throne, the next in line was the king's younger brother, and the siblings had always hated each other. Princess Pauletta and her father had come to call, along with a squad of their best men, to aid in the search and she was busily doing her part.
While walking along a brook in a corner of the castle grounds, the princess spotted the biggest bullfrog she had ever seen, and watched him capture a fly. "My goodness," she remarked. "You are the biggest frog I have ever seen. And you are certainly good with your tongue."
"Ribbett!" the enchanted prince replied without giving much thought to the beautiful young lady who had just addressed him, until he suddenly realized who she was.
He had never met Princess Pauletta, but other men who had shared her bed had described her to him, making him very much want to so. She had long, light brown hair that cascaded down her back, and a lovely face, with light blue eyes and a peaches and cream complexion.
Gorgeous though her face was, it was nothing compared to the princess's voluptuous body, with large, succulent breasts, always unrestrained by a bra, that swayed enticingly inside the tight sweater she was wearing that day. Her hips and ass and legs were the stuff of wet dreams for most men, and they were clearly on display in her snug micro-mini skirt and sheer panties. She seemed to have been designed for sex and, fortunately for most of the men who had met her, she did not allow her charms to remain idle if she could help it.
The princess from the neighboring kingdom was definitely somebody whom the prince would love to spend hours making love with but, more importantly, she was a true princess and one of the few people in the world who could help him regain his position in life. As has always been common knowledge, her kiss on his lips would break the wicked witch's spell, and he would be human again. If she turned out to be willing to do that, the first thing Lancelot would want to do would be to revel in mutually pleasurable sex with the enchanting, horny daughter of the ruler of the neighboring kingdom.
"Arummm," he cleared his throat. "Princess Pauletta, is that you?"
"Yes, I am Princess Pauletta. And you?"
"I am Prince Lancelot, and I have been turned into a frog by a spell cast on me by a wicked witch. Only a kiss on the lips by a true princess, such as yourself, can break her spell and return me to my proper state."
"I see. I rather thought that was the case when you started talking. I'm aware there is no such thing as a talking frog, but enchanted princes are not all that rare. So you want me to kiss your mouth?"
"Yes, more than anything." He puckered up his lips as best he could.
"But, you've been eating all those yucky flies and bugs and stuff like that, and that really grosses me out. I'll tell you what I will do, though."
Pauletta was sitting on the mossy edge of the brook under an overhanging bank, completely out of the view of anybody passing by. As she started to make her very interesting proposal, she was unzipping her skirt and removing her panties. Lancelot looked with lustful interest on her enticing pussy. It was the most beautiful he had ever seen, and he was a connoisseur. He had spent all his adult life eating and fucking some of the most delightful pussies in the world, but he had never seen one as enticing as what was being displayed to him by the hotty sitting on the bank of the stream where he had been living for the last week.
While removing her sweater, the princess continued: "I've seen what you can do with your tongue, and I want you to eat my pussy until I cum. After that, I will kiss your lips and, once you have become a prince again, we can go from there. This moss is nice and warm and soft and out of sight of any nosy people, and we can spend the rest of the day sucking each other and fucking our brains out right here, until it's time for you to go back to your father's castle."
"Ribbett! I mean, just spread your legs and let me get in there between them."
