Author: Simplex (simplex992000@yahoo.com)
Title: Princess Zowie and a Scene of Puppy Love
Summary: Princess Zowie helps to educate the youth of her nation.
Keywords: mF, big breasts, lactation, cons, blowjob, titfuck, no vaginal sex

Hot Faerie Tales: Lost Scenes
Princess Zowie and a Scene of Puppy Love
By Simplex (simplex992000@yahoo.com)

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NOTE: This scene is from an unfinished Princess Zowie story I started in summer of 2003.  I decided to post this for all those Princess Zowie fans of mine as I don't know if I'll ever finish this story or if I'd use this particular scene if I did.

Chapter:  Puppy Love

	Zowie sat in her great hall atop her mahogany throne.  
Not a lot was going on this afternoon and she was thinking 
about her twenty-first birthday party later.  Her friends 
and followers were in the great ballroom off to the side of 
the great hall, getting preparations done, putting up 
decorations, getting games and refreshments in place.  Many 
people from the city were in the castle, milling about, 
helping out, hoping for a glimpse of the goddess-like 
Princess.  Zowie sat and watched.  Her people had had the 
audacity and gall to tell her she wasn't allowed to peak 
into the great ballroom until the party!  She couldn't 
believe it, it amounted to mutiny!  But her husband, Lord 
Bonalot (of late, Sir Bonalot, formerly her Knight 
Commander) had convinced her that she shouldn't go to her 
ballroom until the party was ready.
	Zowie was dressed in a tight purple blouse, as if 
anything covering her massive and enormous unbelievably 
huge bosom could be loose, which covered her mountainous 
breasts tightly.  Her huge nipples threatened to punch 
through the highly stretched fabric.  The shirt closed down 
on an impossibly tiny waist.  Around the tiny waist was the 
gatherings of her skirt, black fabric with bright flowers 
on it.   She was dressed casually today.   Zowie sat with 
one elbow on the arm of her huge carved mahogany throne, 
her milky smooth and flawless chin in her dainty hand, 
propping up her head.  Her hazel eyes gazed out tiredly 
over her hall.  All the scurrying figures and people were 
so involved in the preparations for her party, they were 
hardly taking any notice of her.  And she didn't feel good 
when people took no notice of her.   She blew at a long 
thick strand of her honey-brown hair which had blown down 
over her wide and honest freckled face.  Her face was 
actually quite an everyday face with a full nose and a wide 
mouth with huge straight white teeth.  But the number of 
times she pulled this mouth into a huge bay window smile, 
as well as her attitude and bearing made up for any 
possible deficiency she might have by having a face which 
was just ordinary.  
	At last, she could take her boredom no more and she 
got up with a grunt of irritation.  She stormed off, 
finally getting the attention of some men carrying heavy 
tables around.  They practically dropped the heavy oaken 
furniture on their own toes as they caught a glimpse of 
Zowie's wide heart-shaped ass swishing back and forth 
hypnotically as she hurried away from them.   Zowie dodged 
into a private study off the hallway going to her chambers 
to maybe sit and have a little bit of a read.  She was 
surprised to see a figure there.  It was a young man, 
hardly more than a teenager.  He had been standing, looking 
at a huge mural painting of Zowie, her dress, in the 
painting, blowing up provocatively in a wind, her massive 
breasts ready to tumble out of her low-cut dress.   Zowie's 
shock turned to amusement when she noticed that the young 
teen had his cock out, in his hand, and was rubbing away, 
looking at her painting, his tongue hanging out with bits 
of drool going down his chin.  
	"Hi, wouldn't you rather look at the real thing?" said 
Zowie softly.  The reaction of the teen was predictable.  
He seemed to fly a dozen feet in the air, blushing beet-red 
with having been caught.  He fought to stick his hardened 
dick back in his trousers.
	"No, don't worry about that!" cooed Zowie, slinking 
near to him.  He was looking at her with a look of abject 
terror on his face.
	"I won't hurt you." She said, closing and locking the 
heavy oaken door to the little study, locking it with her 
own private key.
	The young teen just stood there in shock, staring at 
her, as Zowie sat down in a comfy chair near him.
	"Don't stop touching yourself." She cooed at him, 
gazing at him softly, "I like it that my subjects love me 
so much they can't help but to touch themselves!" she said 
with a soft laugh.  Zowie was getting turned on by the fact 
she had caught this young man, probably still a virgin, 
beating off over one of her pictures.
	"Ma'am.. I.. I'm sorry!" he stammered, "I only came in 
to help.  With the party.  I... I just came in here and saw"  
He gestured to her painting with his head.
	"I know. You saw me.  Do you think you're the only man 
in the kingdom that gets so hard when he looks at me that 
he has to relieve himself right there and then?" winked 
Zowie at him, talking softly, shifting in the chair she was 
sitting at to cause her massive breasts to wiggle.  Zowie 
stood and approached the young man.  She took him in her 
arms and squeezed him to her, pressing him against her 
massive soft breasts.  The young teen groaned and whined, 
putting his arms around her tiny waist.  His arms were 
trembling fiercely as he grabbed the princess.  Zowie put 
her hand on the back of his head and gently pushed his face 
down into her bosom, his face pressing against her massive 
breasts.  
	"Oh, I can't!  I can't hold it anymore!" cried out the 
young man.  He had been jacking off his hard dick still 
from looking at Zowie and her painting.   Suddenly, he 
came.  His young ripe penis erupted, sending shots of sperm 
laden cum shooting out of his dick, splattering against the 
Princess and dripping down on the floor.  His cum had 
landed on Zowie's dress, over one of her thighs.  
	"O Ma'am!  I'm so sorry!" he screamed.  He looked so 
disturbed, Zowie was afraid he was going to cry.
	"Shh!" shushed Zowie, kissing his cheek.  "Its OK!" 
	Zowie dropped to her knees, taking his balls in one of 
her dainty left hand while beginning to stroke his 
deflating penis with her right hand.  
	"Its Ok!" she chanted softly.
	"I love you!" burst out the young man with the heat of 
emotion.  Zowie smiled.
	"I know.  I'm very glad you do.  Most of my subjects 
love me as much as you do." She said softly.   Zowie looked 
up at the teen.  She was on her knees before him, his 
goddess-like princess on her knees in front of him.  The 
young man groaned.  He was young and horny, and his young 
cock was already starting to throb with activity, returning 
to life.    Zowie leaned down and kissed the tip of his 
hard cock, sending a yelp of passion through the young man.
	"What's your name." Cooed Zowie as she continued to 
stroke and kiss his rapidly hardening dick.
	"Stephan, Ma'am." He panted.
	"Well, Stephan, you have a nice dick.  I like the way 
it tastes when I lick it.  Its getting so big for me." 
Cooed Zowie.  
She then took his whole hard cock into her mouth and 
began to suckle on him.  She suckled young Stephan as he 
put his hands in her mountains of golden-brown hair.  Zowie 
licked and licked, until her tongue began to feel sore. She 
moved to the tip of Stephan's hard throbbing cock and 
worked on that until she had him pitching and groaning with 
little fits of pleasure. Then she worked her way down the 
side of the big hard shaft. Zowie paused to kiss his belly 
and his balls and lick his crotch.  She licked his crotch, 
his balls, holding up his heavy blood-filled dick, tasting 
sweat there. The hair of his thighs scratched her face.  
She detected a pitching in his young belly, and she knew 
that he was nearing his climax. She rocked her body 
slightly, working her lips over the head of his young 
powerful cock until the pitching in his belly and his cock 
reached the point that told her that the young teen was 
about to cum.   Suddenly, with a warbling cry of passion, 
Stephan came.   
"Oh Princess!" He bellowed hotly.  A giant glob of cum 
shot into Zowie's mouth.  She swallowed fast and 
automatically as he slammed his hips in her face.  Stephan 
let out a yell and his body went through a giant spasm as 
his penis emptied itself in Zowie's mouth.  Zowie swallowed 
Stephan's salty thick jizz and held his penis in her mouth 
for a few minutes as drips of sperm-laden cum continued to 
ooze out of his penis.   She smacked her lips and mouth, 
swallowing his hot salty offering.   Zowie didn't waste a 
drop of his youthful cream.
Zowie was suddenly aware of the soreness and fullness 
of her own heavy breasts.  She hadn't been milked in hours 
and she needed some suckling to take the pressure of her 
quickly building up milk.   She hated to express herself or 
squeeze the milk out and waste it on the ground.   And she 
loved being suckled and feeding someone.  Zowie stood up 
and sat back in the fancy armchair she had been sitting in 
earlier.  Stephan was grabbing at his pants, pulling them 
back up, looking horribly embarrassed.
"Are you embarrassed at having just had oral sex with 
me?" asked Zowie.  Stephan looked up, shocked. 
"No Ma'am! No!  Its just that I.. I mean..." the young 
man was clearly in a state of shock and flustered beyond 
all comprehension.  Zowie decided to stop tormenting him 
and be nice to him.
"Come here to me." She commanded, her arms resting on 
the arms of the chair, her legs crossed.  She didn't plan 
on Stephan entering her or cumming inside her.  Ever since 
she married, she had not been taking birth control potion 
made by her alchemist, Sheila.  She wanted to bear Bonalot 
a child right away, and then she would go back to taking 
her potion and pleasing her loving subjects in as many ways 
as they wanted.   Stephan walked stiffly and robotically 
forward.  He was staring at her tight blouse in awe.
"Lift up my blouse. Expose my breasts." Said Zowie 
softly, reading his mind and giving him one of her huge bay 
window smiles, crinkling her freckly face into a smile of 
mirth and merriment.  Stephan fell to his knees before her, 
collapsing at once, as if in prayer.  His hands touched her 
legs and he began to run them up, bunching up her skirt.
"Not my skirt, honey." Cooed Zowie, lifting up 
Stephan's hands and placing the trembling paws on the sides 
of her immense breasts.  They were shooting off her chest, 
proudly, defying gravity.  Full and soft, heavy and shaped 
like fat raindrops.  Stephan began to move his hands in 
little circles, grasping into her soft tit-flesh.  His 
young teenage cock was easily coming back to life, jumping 
and trembling as the touch of Zowie's breasts returned it 
to life.
"There!" groaned Zowie exhaling with passion.  She put 
her arms back down on the armrests of the chair, her head 
akimbo and bent to one side.  She gazed upon Stephan with 
big soft eyes and a soft passionate smile.  Stephan kissed 
at her tits through her blouse, pressing his face against 
the fabric.
"Stephan!" she groaned so loudly and wantonly that the 
young man backed away with surprise.
"Like this!" she cried out again, reaching down and 
ripping her own blouse upwards, up and over the massive 
curving ends of her own heavy hanging mammaries.  Stephan 
let out a wordless cry of surprise and lust when he first 
saw Zowie's milky white tits. They were simply enormous, 
the size of watermelons, and they were pointing at him.  
The huge rounded ends were topped with massive pink nipples 
and enormous round areola.  His cock was rigid and standing 
to attention as he knelt before the Princess; his dick 
pointing and throbbing at the objects of his gaze.  
"See?  My breasts are so full of milk.  I need a 
suckling." Murmured Zowie, resting back in the chair.  
Zowie reached up and grasped the end of her right breast 
with her dainty hand; it barely even began to cover any 
significant portion of the front swelling of the boob.  She 
squeezed it and several droplets of precious milk oozed out 
of the enormous erect nipple atop the breast.  
Stephan lunged forward and put his mouth over the 
nipple that just oozed milk.  He began so suck and suckle; 
heavy streams of rich, thick, creamy milk shot into his 
mouth.  He was shocked at the content of milk that came 
shooting out, like a geyser.  He swallowed as well as he 
could, but he couldn't keep up with the torrent of Zowie's 
rich buttermilk goodness and it began to seep out his 
mouth, over his chin and down Zowie's front.   Stephan 
drank and drank, belching as he gulped down air in a heated 
bid to gulp down all of Zowie's milk that he could.  Zowie 
lay her head back and groaned.  Her legs twitched and 
trembled as little orgasms shot through her.  She loved 
being suckled.  Her massive breasts were so sensitive, more 
sensitive than tiny breasts and much more sensitive than 
any breast that size should be.  
Stephan groaned as he continued to sup on Zowie's 
creamy milk.  Teenage boys can eat and drink quite a bit, 
and Stephan was doing an admirable job in gulping down all 
of Zowie's milk.  He even suckled her right breast so dry 
that it didn't seep with milk when he left it for her left 
breast.  His hands grasped them, squished them together.  
He played with her heavy soft warm tits as he suckled her.  
Zowie sat quietly, enjoying being suckled, enjoying having 
a subject draining her of the milk that made her feel 
bulging and about to burst.  
Both Zowie and Stephan had lost track of the amount of 
time they had been sitting there.  Zowie was shook out of 
her reverie by Stephan once again trying to hike up her 
skirt.  He was holding his big hard erection in one hand 
and seemed intent on shoving it inside her.
"No, Stephan, come here honey." She cooed.  She leaned 
forward, lifting her great heavy breasts.  She pressed the 
ends of them into his crotch, the nipples skidding against 
his thighs, oozing warm milk over him.   Stephan cried out 
as his enormous hard-on was lost in her cleavage.  She 
leaned in to him until she was kissing his belly, rubbing 
her cheek against his tummy as she worked his hard cock 
with her soft tits.  Stephan humped back against her chest.  
Her cleavage was so deep, he came nowhere near hitting her 
actual chest.  His penis was buried deep in the bottomless 
chasm between her soft ivory breasts which jiggled and 
quivered with each one of his hard desperate thrusts.   
"Oh Princess! Oh Zowie!" barked Stephan.  He humped 
harder and harder, slapping himself as hard as he could 
against her massive soft pillows of tender breast flesh.  
At last, he cried out, arching himself way back, pushing 
his penis against Zowie, against her tits.  He screamed and 
his cock shot out its pumping streams of cum.  They 
splattered and splashed against Zowie, in the crack of her 
cleavage.  Zowie pulled back a bit to allow the sperm to 
splash liberally all over her tits and chest.  She looked 
down to watch his cum shoot out, ooze out and then finally 
drip out on her boobs.  Her left arm was underneath them, 
holding them up, making a huge shelf of soft tender breast-
flesh.  
Stephan groaned and panted as Zowie leaned forward to 
clean the tip of his penis with her tongue.  She licked his 
cock-head and squeezed his penis gently, coaxing the last 
drops of sperm-filled cum as the rest of his sperm ran and 
dripped down her insanely curvy body.
"There!  Now you'd better run along and help with the 
preparations for my party.  I must be going." Chirped 
Zowie, getting up and pulling her blouse down over her 
sticky chest and breasts.  "Looks like I'll need a bath!" 
she laughed, winking at Stephan.
"I can come and help you with your bath!" croaked out 
Stephan hurriedly.  Zowie looked at him hard.  She 
appreciated his young puppy love for her, but she didn't 
want to deal with his silliness all day long.
"No, you must go now.  We may meet again, who knows?  
You have a good dick there, maybe some day I might want it 
again." Said Zowie.   Stephan hung his head low, it was 
clear he was being dismissed.
"Are you that unhappy with what you did get from me?" 
shot Zowie after him as she watched him mope toward the 
door.  Stephan stood bolt upright and turned on her.  He 
was in shock again. 
"Oh Princess, No!  No! No!  Its just that... um, I am 
happy!  Oh, shit, wait until the guys hear about this!" he 
blurted out, closing his eyes thinking he shouldn't have 
said the last bit.   Zowie laughed.
"That's better.  And don't brag too much about what 
you got, sometimes those that brag never get anything to 
brag about again!"  Zowie winked at him and gently guided 
him out of the little study.  She watched him staggering 
off down the hall, even his youthful teenage balls were 
feeling a bit numb.   Zowie sighed and walked up the narrow 
twisting spiral stair at the end of the hall that lead to 
her own apartments.

END

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