Britslut’s

Slutty Stories

 

 Fairy Story

© Copyright britslut 2005. No re-use allowed without permission.

 

Once upon a time there were three sisters, called Titty, Clitty and Shitty.

Titty was the youngest. Her real name was Letitia. Already at 14 she had magnificent breasts that dwarfed her petite frame, and she had learned that boys liked to look at them, touch them, suck them and sometimes even put their cocks between them and spurt stuff all over them. She thought this was hilarious.

Clitty’s real name was Clytemnestra. She was 16, and blessed with a hugely enlarged clitoris which was also hugely sensitive. Even the soft touch of silken panties against it could set off an orgasm. She had to walk with her legs apart so as not to climax. Thankfully, her clitoris never got tired, so some fingers or a tongue would keep her in a state of perpetual orgasm for hours.

Ashita was the oldest. By the age of 18 she had stretched her anus so much that she could insert almost anything into it, an activity that she revelled in and practised as often as she could. This meant that she had to keep her insides as clean as a whistle at all times, so her nickname was less than appropriate.

They all lived together in a house in the woods with their mother, Felicity. For reasons which will become clear she was known – by her daughters, her friends and everyone in the neighbourhood – as Fisty. Her daughters loved her dearly and helped her out whenever no-one else was around to do it.

One day a Handsome Prince was riding through the wood. He spotted Titty chopping firewood and reined in his horse (the horse was called Mighty Dong but that is irrelevant to our story). It was a hot day and Titty had taken off her dress and was wearing just a pair of silken knickers. Her magnificent breasts bounced delightfully with every swing of the machete, and despite her total disregard for health and safety at work none of the splinters of wood had marred the creamy white flesh of her young body.

‘Good day, lowly person,’ the prince said. ‘What is your name?’

‘They call me Titty,’ she replied, a soft blush spreading across her chest – not because she was almost naked, but because of addressing such an august person.

‘I can see that,’ the Prince replied. ‘Do you know who I am?’

Titty shook her head and her breasts.

‘I am Prince Richard the Magnificent. Those close to me call me Magnificent Dick. Do you know why?’

Titty had not led a sheltered life and had already checked out the massive bulge in the prince’s hose.

‘Is it because you have a massive and glorious dick?’

‘It is,’ the prince replied, unfastening his clothing, ‘and it desires to find a temporary lodging between your splendid mammaries. No doubt a girl of your tender years is still a virgin, and I would not seek to violate your inner sanctum.’

‘Oh, that’s OK by me …’ Titty started to say, for she was in truth a little fed up with men concentrating on her breasts rather than her perfectly formed and prepared pussy, but the prince had already thrust his organ into her cleavage and was humping up and down, the top of his dick poking Titty under the chin and closing her mouth.

Her manual work that morning had produced a film of perspiration in the girl’s deep cleavage, and the prince slid up and down it like a piston in one of the newly-invented steam engines. Soon the pressure in his boiler was too much for the safety valve and he gave vent to a loud oath and a quantity of sperm. Titty felt the familiar sensation of warm liquid hitting her chin and running down over her breasts, and sighed. Surely there was more to life than this?

‘You have served your prince well,’ he said, tucking his organ back inside. ‘Now I am hungry. Is your mother at home? I shall demand something of her to eat.’

‘Mother is away at market, sire,’ Titty said. ‘But my sister Clitty will give you something to eat. It will be very tasty and I am sure you will be satisfied.’

The prince strode into their cottage and Titty followed. Clitty was sitting by the fireplace sewing hoops into a dress. (She always wore skirts with hoops that kept the material from touching her clitoris, so as not to cause an orgasm at awkward moments.) Right now she was naked, since it was safest, but as the prince entered she gave a little cry of shock and stood up, the dress falling from her lap. The prince looked at her naked body with its shaven pubes and the thumb-sized button of her clitoris proudly projecting from between her youthful lips. (Clitty shaved so that the hair would not accidentally stimulate her ultra-sensitive nub.)

‘You are Clitty?’ he said with amusement in his patrician voice. ‘I can see why.’

‘This is Prince Richard the Magnificent,’ Titty said. ‘He has already found me pleasurable and now desires something to eat.’

The older girl squeezed her thighs together with excitement, and almost climaxed as her clitoris was compressed between her swelling labia.

‘Oh, you can eat me, sire!’ she gushed. ‘Nothing would give me greater pleasure.’

‘Very well then. Prepare a spread for my delectation,’ said Magnificent Dick.

Clitty jumped up onto the table and prepared a spread. Her enormous clitoris sprang forth from its moist pink nest, eager to be sucked. The prince buried his face in her young pussy and as his lips closed on her most sensitive spot Clitty began to climax. She climaxed constantly for half an hour, for the prince was a man of prodigious appetite and was used to getting what he wanted. Titty ministered to her sister with envy and a cool flannel.

Once the prince’s thirst was satisfied he demanded food. Clitty was unable to move from the table so Titty brought bread and cheese and watched him eat. Just then their eldest sister Ashita arrived home. She had been in the woods gathering mushrooms, and had stopped by the river to see if there were any interesting-shaped rocks she could use, and also to wash her rear passage thoroughly using the special method which is too complicated to explain here.

She stopped short at the sight of Titty, her naked breasts splashed with drying semen, and Clitty spreadeagled on the table, her clitoris still throbbing redly, and a princely person devouring food between her legs.

‘This is Prince Richard the Magnificent,’ Titty announced.

‘Oh, I’ve heard tell of you,’ cooed Shitty with an alarming lack of reverence and caution. ‘They call you Magnificent Dick.’

‘And what is your name, your epithet and your particular speciality, my girl? For you all seem to possess all three.’

‘My name is Ashita. My epithet is totally misleading. And I have a back entrance that will accommodate any dick, no matter how magnificent,’ the girl said proudly, swishing her skirts.

‘Is that so?’ the prince said darkly. ‘Be it known that there are many maids still standing who claimed thus, for they are unable ever to sit again. Bend over.’

He unleashed his mighty organ, but Shitty merely grinned and bent forward over the sturdy and much-abused table, flipping her skirts over her head, displaying her white rounded arse with its dark cavernous entrance. (She never wore knickers, to save time.) The prince grasped her hips with his be-ringed fingers and thrust home. The powerful movement pushed the girl’s face into the crotch of her sister, setting off another round of orgasms and a creaking of timber.

Like an engineer, Titty poured some drops of oil onto the shaft where it slid in and out of her older sister, as she had done so many times before. Massive as his dick was, it did not cause the girl any discomfort. Far from it, she grunted with pleasure like their pig when its back was scratched. The prince ploughed his furrow indefatigably until his regal organ burst and spent itself deep inside her bowels.

He pulled out, his clothing dishevelled, and stared at the massive tunnel he had mined into the depths of the girl.

‘Aiee! I am searching for a maid fit to be my wife. Would that your qualities were combined in one! What a woman that would be!’

At that moment the door opened and their mother Felicity entered, carrying her basket. Time had been kind to the woman – she was beautiful, shapely, and serene, with a bosom as proud as her youngest daughter’s. Clitty and Shitty had also inherited from her, but this was not as immediately apparent.

‘Sire,’ she said, curtseying, for she recognised the prince. ‘I hope that my daughters have been entertaining you according to their respective skills.’

‘Indeed they have,’ said the man, caressing Shitty’s arse. ‘Their mother has trained them well. Tell me … are you married?’

‘Alas, I am widowed these two years, sire.’ Felicity tried to look sad, although in truth she had been enjoying herself immensely since her husband had died of exhaustion.

‘Is that so …? And are your girls’ particular qualities also resident in the mother who bore them?’

‘Oh yes, sire, and more.’ The woman smiled to herself.

‘It would be too much to hope that you too have a nickname which alludes to a special propensity …’

‘My name is Felicity, sire. I am known as Fisty.’

The prince flexed his big hands with suppressed excitement. ‘Are you indeed?’

Felicity nodded and began to unbutton her dress.

‘May I be so bold as to make a request, sire? Could you remove your rings? Not for my sake, you understand, but it frightens the girls …’

 

home

 last modified 18 May 2006