"Jack," she called from the kitchen of their small house, "Jack, you need to take the cow to the market."
"No!" Jack protested. Milky white was his friend, his only friend. He didn't want to lose her like he lost the chickens and the goat. "Why do we have to sell her too?"
"Jack, she doesn't give milk, she is no use to us."
"But mum, we don't need to sell her, we have some money, we are going fine. Please."
"Jack, she costs us money which we don't have to spare, you know that. Now please, do as I ask."
Jack pouted and nodded his head, "Ok."
Walking outside Jack reluctantly placed the rope over milky white's head and led her out of the paddock and down the path. He kicked the stones as he went and pondered why his mother insisted on selling all their animals at the same time each week.
***
Maureen watched as her son kicked the stones and led the cow out of view. Once clear she rushed inside to tidy the room and change the bed sheets, replacing her bland cotton ones with red satin and lace. She placed candles around her bed and turned off the lights, providing a dim, seductive mood. A quick wash and change into her lacy black teddy, black stiletto boots and red lace choker, she was ready.
'Knock, Knock, Knock.'
"Welcome," she whispered seductively, "Nice to see you again."
He quickly entered the room, clearly not wanting to be seen at her door. He was a strapping young man in his royal robes, with a strong look about him. You could tell he was always in control and would eventually rule the kingdom with a firm but caring hand. For now, he was a regular attendant at Maureen's door every Wednesday at 12pm.
"The usual?" she asked, closing the door behind him, and heading towards her room.
"Yes." He was nervous, he was always nervous before hand.
She held her hand out to him and he placed $1,000 in her palm. She tucked the money into her jewellery box and turned back to him, riding crop in hand.
"Strip." She commanded, flourishing the crop in front of him.
He did as he was told, removing his royal robes, and placing the delicately folded on the chair by the door. He stood before her, his young masculine body made her pussy ache, as it always did.
"On your knees."
His exposed cock twitched at the command and he fell to his knees as directed.
She moved to him, lifted a leg onto his shoulder, "Eat me. Make me cum!"
His hands moved around her back and onto her hips, holding her pussy to his face. The sweet scent of her made his cock jump again, eager to be touched, but he knew that may not happen at all today, for she knew what he wanted and what he needed. His tongue slithered out to lap at her lips. She was wet, dripping onto his tongue. Her excitement made his cock respond, rising to the occasion. He felt her shiver at his touch and drove his tongue between her lips. As his tongue dove into her pussy she brought the riding crop down on his bare arse.
He yelped into her snatch, feeling the sting of the crop on his flesh. His cock wept at the feeling and he pulled her closer to him, his tongue pushed deeper into her cunt. He wiggled his tongue inside her, enjoying to the feel of the crop each time she brought it down on him. His cock oozed excitement. He wanted to touch himself so badly but knew it was forbidden.
His tongue pressed against the entrance to her pussy and, with pressure, slid upward to her throbbing clit. She arched her back and moaned feeling the movement of his expert tongue. The warmth began to rise in her belly as his wet muscle flickered over her clit. Her hips bucked with each stroke, he had to hold her tight to not losing contact with the sweet nub. He sucked the nerve into his mouth, covering her pussy with his lips. He tasted the juices that freely flowed from her as his tongue bore down on her clit, rubbing, flicking, and sucking on the sensitive point.
The crop came down hard on his arse as the orgasm flooded her, making her body shake with each wave, and her scream with pleasure. He exploded at the feel of the crop assaulting his raw flesh and her cry of ecstasy knowing he had cause it. Spurt after spurt shot out and landed on the floor in front of him. He held her tight, lapping up her juices as her climax subsided and his tension left him.
She smiled as she lowered her leg. His face glistened with her orgasm and the floor in front of him painted white with his cum. The thought crossed her mind to make him clean it up, but she had other plans this time.
"Get on the bed, face down this time."
The command surprised him. Normally he would be cleaning up his mess and leaving at this point, he had come and so had she. His hesitation brought the riding crop heavily down on his red arse cheek. The flash of anger in his eyes make him comply instantly, crawling up onto the bed.
"Face on the bed, arse in the air!" she commanded, spanking him once more with the crop.
To his amazement his cock twitched as the crop hit him hard and he rose onto his knees, his arse exposed to her. He heard her move to the dresser and a drawer open. She returned, placing a cool hand on his red, raw arse. The softness of her hand provided his burning flesh some relief and he relaxed. He felt the pressure before he realised what was happening. He began to protest and felt the sting of the crop on his hardening cock. He whimpered, but his cock responded, jerking, and rising up harder.
She smiled, knowing he was enjoying her ministrations. She held the phallic toy against his arse and slowly pushed in. His cries turned to moans as the object penetrated his entrance and he began to relax allowing free movement deeper into his bowels. Moving gently, she plunged the toy in till her hand rested against his cheeks. She let him become accustomed to the protrusion before sliding under him.
His cock slid between her lips with ease. Her tongue lapped at his shaft as she began to move the object in and out of his passage. It took all his will power not to cum as he felt his hard muscle diving into her mouth. The wetness and warmth of this hole was new to him, she had never tasted him before. He wanted to buck his hips, to drive his cock deeper into her throat, but the toy in his arse prevented the movement, and he knew this play would stop if he tried.
The movements of the toy increased, plunging deeply into his arse and out again at a faster rate. Her tongue rimmed his nob, his cock deep in her throat. He felt the tingling and whimpered once again, aching to cum.
The muscle still in her mouth she looked up at him and mumbled, "You can cum."
He released his seed down her throat, the tension finally exploding in a wave of intensity. His cock twitched in her mouth, jet after jet of warm cum sprayed against the back of her throat and she swallowed it all, savouring his taste. As she removed the object from his arse his cock twitched again, more cum spurting into her waiting mouth. She licked his nob clean before sliding out from under him.
She let him lay on the bed for a moment, listening to his rapid breathing. She dropped a fresh towel onto his back and commanded him to clean his mess on the floor. He slid off the bed and began rubbing his cum out of the carpet. His arse felt empty and stretched. He pondered over the events of the afternoon and felt his cock twitch once more at the memory of the toy buried deep in his arse. A new feeling for him that he wanted to explore more.
Once cleaned to her satisfaction he dressed and promptly left through the side door. Riding back to the castle proved difficult as he constantly repositioned himself to accommodate his smarting arse.
Maureen watched the Prince ride off down the road as Jack rounded the corner, slowly walking back to the house with a satisfied grin on his face and no cow.
***
It constantly amazed Jack that his mother never asked for the money when he returned each week from selling the different farm animals. It was lucky for him that she didn't as he never had any. The first animal had been one of the chickens that had stopped laying eggs. Jack had taken the animal to market, but no one was interested in chicken that did not produce. As he sat sulking on the side of the road a coach stopped in front of him. An older pale gentleman poked his head out of the carriage and asked Jack why he was so depressed. After explaining his predicament, the gentleman asked his age. Though a strange request Jack informed the stranger he had just turned 19.
"Good," the strange stated, "Perhaps you can find a more meaningful trade over by the bridge that connects our two lands."
The stranger pointed over the paddock in the direction of the river. Jack had thanked the gentleman for his advice and headed off to find someone to trade with. As he approached the river he watched as three satyrs stepped onto the bridge one by one and disappeared for a short time, re-appearing on his side of the bridge. He knew magic existed but had never seen it in action. Cautiously he had approached the bridge and stepped on.
The first time he met the troll he was shocked at her full naked body. The fur and the aroma hid the beauty beneath, and it surprised him that his cock responded so eagerly to her. With each animal she performed a different sex act; all were firsts for him. For the smaller animals she devoured his cock and made him gush down her throat. The goat had given him the opportunity to return the favour, being guided by her to bring her to an orgasm with his tongue. He hoped the cow would give him extra privileges with their trade.
He approached the bridge and stepped on, enveloped by the enchantment, and hidden from the world around him. She slithered up onto the bridge, her eyes widened when she saw the cow. She knew this would keep her fed for many weeks and was eager to make the trade, no matter the cost. Seeing her naked body made his cock twitch and rise in anticipation for the acts to come.
"You bring me a bigger beast, for that you get the ultimate prize." She turned so her back was facing him and lowered herself down to all fours on the wooden planks of the bridge. Her shapely arse wiggled at him and instantly made his cock hard. "Put you cock in my pussy," she purred.
