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) Legal Crud: THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. 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 (C) Copyright 2004. Simplex the Yanqui Tourist, Simplex992000@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Legal Crud: THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.