Big Book of Smut 2

A Very Wicked Fairy Tale, Eight Maids A Milking

In the village of Umberton, deep in the wood live eight fair maiden sisters, each born within nine months of the other and as beautiful as the next.

The girls were orphaned at a young age, but before their deaths, the girls’ parents confessed that each of the sisters had the curse of virginity laid upon their fair heads and could not be lifted. You see, their parents, as relatives, formed an unholy union and were banished from their town by the King who also cursed the couple’s unborn children. Their parents further explained that if the sisters attempted to fornicate with a man, especially when children, the girls would burn until there was nothing of them left but ash and soot. The girls lived in the cottage in the wood their parents left to them upon their deaths and as they grew and began to know the feeling of desire, reminded each other of the curse. And over the years, they shunned many male suitors for fear of being burned alive, but as Ella, the smartest sister of the eight pointed out, they were only required to stay away from fornication with men. This realization made the girls very happy as they all experienced the ache of longing at the same time. They found each other and some of the women in the village to be suitable to take their ache away for short bursts, but they craved the flesh of men.

On the day of the youngest girl’s eighteenth year, the oldest sister Elizabeth had a great gift for the sisters and proclaimed they should all seek to be deflowered.

“But what of the curse?” Bettina, one of the middle girls asked.

“I’ve spoken to the old witch who lives in the corner forest by the mighty tree. The curse will be lifted if we fornicate at the first full moon, as long as we are all together. But we mustn’t wait,” Elizabeth said.

“But I like what we do to make each other feel good. And I especially like what I do to make myself feel good. Why do we need a man?” Alyssa the wickedest maiden asked.

“We need a man to lift the curse.” Elizabeth said and smiled. “But we do not need to stop doing what we do to each other or ourselves.”

“Good, and if you don’t mind, I need to take my bath now.” Alyssa said and kissed Elizabeth on the cheek and left.

As it was a beautiful, balmy day, Alyssa took her bath in the large tub in the garden. She poured the soft spring water, warmed by the sun, into the large basin. She undressed; her skin glowing in the afternoon light. She sprinkled rose petals, which reminded her of the velvety lips her sister’s cunts and poured a stream of thick cream into her bath. Her large breasts heaved up and down as she stepped into the tub and lowered her hourglass figure into the warm water.

As her sisters, Alyssa was a beautiful girl, with big almond-shaped eyes the color of sea glass and a full, red mouth. Her lips sucked on many cunts throughout the village, sucking at the bud that brought women so much pleasure like sucking the meat from an artichoke leaf. Alyssa knew her breasts to be the biggest of her sisters and they brought her much wicked pleasure, especially when she lifted the dense orbs to her beautiful mouth and sucked on the nipple like a baby to its mother’s tit. Her dark hair curled over her smooth shoulders and down her back and her ass, firm, large and high was extremely sensitive as she sat fully immersed in the milky, rose-scented water.

She spread wide and hitched her legs over the sides of the tub as she leaned back and stared at the blue of the sky. She closed her eyes when her thoughts turned to the maid Therese who lived in the cottage next door. Therese worked for a rich family at a large manor in the village and always told Alyssa about the parties and feasts held for the aristocrats who came to visit. Therese wore prim dresses and tight corsets which made her large breasts practically topple over the bodice and emphasized her big, strong hips. Alyssa’s sister Marisa said Therese was fat, but Alyssa only wanted to lift Therese’s dress and get her face in between those massive thighs.

Alyssa spread her legs wider and took a rose petal and stroked the soft, wet petal over her nipples. They hardened to stiff points begging to be suckled. She lifted a tit to her mouth and sucked the nipple with her cushiony lips. She swirled her tongue around the nipple and nibbled at it with her beautiful white teeth. Shocks of pleasure ripped through her lower belly and she brought the rose petal to her cunt and rubbed up and down in between her cunt lips with the velvet flower. While she sucked harder on her nipple, she pulled up on her pussy mound exposing her big, pulsing clit. The warm water lapped against it as she steeled her legs against the sides of the tub and bounced her hips up and down off her ample ass.

And then she opened her eyes to see Therese standing next to the tub, watching her.

“Don’t be shy,” Therese said when Alyssa stopped playing with her cunt and tried to cover her breasts. “I like what I am seeing.”

“Then come, join me,” Alyssa said.

“Alyssa, I am too large for that tub,” Therese said and lifted her dress to expose her large thighs. “I will never get this body into that bath.”

Therese continued pulling her dress up and Alyssa saw that Therese was not wearing any undergarments. Absently, Alyssa swirled her pinkie finger in circles around her clit under the water. Therese had a big, fat cunt to match her big, fat ass and Alyssa wanted nothing more than to stick her face in Therese’s pussy and suck away as if taking the meat from an artichoke leaf.

Therese took one of her legs and put it up on the side of the tub and brought her hand to her meaty cunt and rubbed. Alyssa mimicked Therese’s motions and rubbed her own cunt, bouncing up and down in the water on her ass.

“Come,” Therese said hoarsely, “come to the stables now.”

Alyssa threw her dress over her head and followed Therese quickly across the garden to the stables. Once inside the stables, Therese swung Alyssa around and threw her into a bed of hay. Spines of hay pricked at Alyssa’s skin, but she cared not for anything but having Therese’s large body cover her. Therese stood in front of her and undressed completely. She laid the dress on top of the hay next to Alyssa and ordered Alyssa to stand.

“Spread your legs wide, bend over and grab your legs as close to the ground as you can reach!” Therese ordered.

Alyssa did as she was told hoping that the odd callisthenic would lead to Therese’s face buried in Alyssa’s cunt. Therese pulled a riding crop off the stable wall and smacked Alyssa’s ass. Alyssa’s juices ran from her cunt down her leg as Therese continued to flog her with the crop. Alyssa bent deeply and poked her ass higher toward Theresa hoping Therese would begin slapping her pussy with the crop.

“Therese, please hit me harder. Whip me like a man!” Alyssa begged.

Therese whipped Alyssa over and over again until Alyssa felt she was on the verge of exploding.

“Stand!” Therese commanded.

Alyssa stood and Therese pulled her by her arm over to the large saddle buck in the corner of the stable. She pushed down on the device, used to keep the stable master’s saddles in pristine condition.

“This should hold me well,” Therese said.

Therese threw one of her legs over the buck straddling it and lowered herself toward the stable master’s prized Roman Calvary saddle. The saddle was a mass of leather with four large, horned pommels protruding phallically from its corners. Therese thrust her hips forward and rubbed her pussy on the outside of one of the horns, bucking up and down against it while reaching out and squeezing Alyssa’s breasts.

“You must do this,” Therese moaned. “You must feel this Miss Alyssa!”

Alyssa straddled the saddle buck facing Therese. She thrust her hips forward and bounced up and down on her legs, grinding her wet cunt against the pommel. She reached out and started pulling on Therese’s huge pink nipples which looked like cow udders.

“Oh yes Alyssa, pull them!” Therese moaned and Alyssa tugged on Therese’s nipples harder.

“Rub harder against the pommel Therese,” Alyssa said. “I love watching your fat, hairy cunt lips close over the pommel.”

Therese bounced harder against the pommel and then brought herself straight up and slammed herself down on top of the leather horn. Her wet, puffy pussy swallowed the horn and Therese pulled up on her luscious mound exposing the large red bud that looked like a dog’s pecker. Therese’s massive thighs jiggled back and forth as she slammed her pussy up and down on the saddle horn. She grabbed Alyssa’s hand and brought it to her clit demanding it be attended to.

“Rub it Alyssa!”

Alyssa jammed her fingers in Therese’s large mouth and brought them out, wet with her saliva, and pinched and tugged at Therese’s clitoris as she increased the intensity with which she rubbed her own pussy against the saddle horn.

“Oh Alyssa,” Therese screamed, “I’m close! You do this too.”

Alyssa immediately stopped rubbing Therese’s cunt and stopped rubbing her own cunt against the saddle pommel.

“I cannot Therese,” Alyssa said.

Fire came up in Therese’s eyes because Alyssa stopped doing the thing that made Therese feel she was close to heaven.

“What do you mean you cannot?” Therese asked. “And why did you stop you selfish girl?”

“I cannot sit on the pommel because I am a virgin and cursed. If I sit on the pommel I will no longer be a virgin and I will turn into ash and soot,” Alyssa said sadly.

Therese looked at Alyssa for a moment and wondered if the girl was insane. She laughed at the thought of being turned into ash and soot while fucking. Therese would have long been dust if that was the case.

“I’ve heard everything now, silly girl!” Therese chuckled. “Fine, but we will finish here what we began one way or another.”

Therese stood and lifted her pussy off the saddle pommel. She bent down and closed her mouth over the pommel sucking her juices off the leather horn and smacking her lips.

“That tastes better than any aristocrat’s feast!” Therese exclaimed.

Alyssa wanted to taste the honey from Therese’s cunt too, but more than that, Alyssa wanted Therese to make the painful throbbing in her own cunt go away.

Therese grabbed Alyssa by the arm and brought her to the side of the horn where Therese’s cunt had laid. She grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her face toward the pommel.

“Put that luscious mouth over the horn and get it nice and wet!” Therese commanded.

Alyssa did as Therese demanded and brought her plump lips down around the musty horn, sticky from Therese’s cunt juice, and sucked. Therese grabbed Alyssa’s long hair and pushed and pulled Alyssa by the back of the head and the horn plunged in and out of Alyssa’s mouth. Therese straddled the middle of the saddle a bit in front of the pommel she just fucked. With the horn sufficiently soaked with Alyssa’s saliva, Therese told Alyssa to move behind her.

“Part my ass girl,” Therese said and leaned forward on the saddle buck. “Part my ass wide.”

Alyssa straddled the back of the saddle buck and got behind Therese and parted her massive buttocks. Therese the stood and told Alyssa to keep hold of her ass cheeks and she then lowered her ass slowly down on the saddle pommel. Alyssa got her face closer to Therese’s ass and looked on with amazement as Therese’s asshole swallowed the horn as her cunt had.

“Ooh, that is wonderful!” Therese squealed as she swiveled her big hips side to side to fully sit upon the horn. “Get in front of me girl and be quick.”

Alyssa scurried around to the middle of the saddle buck and threw her legs to each side straddling the buck and lowering herself onto the saddle in front of Therese. Therese spread her legs wide and rested one of her feet against the stable gate close to them and braced the other against the wall. Her massive legs contracted and relaxed and she used her muscles to propel her fat ass up and down over the saddle pommel.

“Now, obviously I cannot move, so you scoot all the way toward me and rest your legs over top mine,” Therese moaned. “Then bring your pussy forward to touch mine.”

Alyssa leaned back on the saddle buck and jutted her hips forward until her pussy smashed against Therese’s. Alyssa used her leg muscles and the padding of Therese’s legs to pump up and down against Therese’s pussy.

“Harder!” Therese screamed. “Rub that cunt harder against mine!”

Therese’s massive breasts bounced up and down, practically hitting her own face as she drilled the saddle pommel in and out of her asshole while using her dripping wet cunt as friction against Alyssa’s dripping wet cunt. Alyssa moved even closer to Therese, grinding her cunt into Therese’s and lifting up and down with her arms steeled against the saddle buck. Alyssa moved forward and grabbed one of Therese’s tits in her mouth and sucked and nibbled at Therese’s long nipple. Therese pulled up on her fat mound and instructed Alyssa to do the same until their clits touched. sending electrified jolts through both of them.

Therese felt it first, building and building and building until the orgasm exploded in her cunt. And she bucked wildly up and down against the pommel in her ass and Alyssa’s cunt.

“It’s here!” Therese screamed. “Oh lord in heaven, it’s here!”

The pommel in her ass pressed into something magical and Alyssa’s eyes widened as fluid squirted out of Therese’s pussy causing the friction against Alyssa’s pussy to intensify.

“Oh yes!” Alyssa screamed. “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

They were quiet for a moment; each remaining still and breathless. Finally, Therese spoke.

“Well, I must be going now,” she said and raised herself off the saddle pommel and dressed quickly.

Therese left Alyssa naked and straddled against the saddle buck, pinpricks of decadent satisfaction stabbing at her skin.

During this time, there lived in the village a shrewd businessman called Julian Newhouse who knew of the girls, was aware of their virginity and the considerable breasts they were blessed with. Julian concocted a scheme to put the maidens to work as wet nurses for the noblewomen in the nearby village of Castleton.

The town was recently blessed with a bounty of infants and Julian, always dreaming up scams, knew that this plan was his best ever. He had to ensure that the girls, fresh and lovely, weren’t approached by admirers hoping to take the maidens for wives so he set off into the woods to approach the sisters and convince them to participate in his business idea.

When Julian arrived at the ladies’ cottage, he was nearly struck down by their magnificence. It was one thing to be in the presence of such extraordinary exquisiteness, but to be in that presence and have that presence be one of purity too, well that was otherworldly. But Julian was first and foremost a businessman and as such, he had to put his growing carnal desire aside and focus on the matter at hand.

“Are you the one who will lift the curse?” Elizabeth asked after he gathered them all in the garden.

“What are you talking about?” Julian asked. All of the girls looked to him for something but he was perplexed.

“The curse,” Jaedara one of the girls said. “We are all virgins and if we are deflowered together and soon, the curse will be lifted.”

“Our parents told us that we were cursed with virginity and if we fornicate, we will die as ash and soot. But the old witch in the east forest said that we can break the curse if we do it together and soon,” Bettina the youngest said.

“So is it you sir?” Cadence asked. “Is it you who will deflower us and break the curse?”

Now at the thought of deflowering the maidens gathered before him, Julian the business man, grabbed his thick penis through his pockets and gave the hardening flesh a slight tug, but then Julian the man allowed that tug to turn to a long pull before he stopped himself. If these women wanted a curse slayer, well a curse slayer they would get.

“Yes, I am here about the curse,” he said. “But I am not here to deflower you to break the curse as the witch foretold. I am here to tell you that the witch was wrong, in fact, she lied because she wants you maidens to turn to ash and soot!”

The girls gasped together and Elizabeth began to weep. Silly girls, Julian thought, I have them now.

“Fear not maidens!” Julian declared. “I was sent here to save you. I will lift the curse that has hung over you for your entire lives, but you must follow my instruction without question and to my satisfaction. Only when you have done this, will the curse be lifted.”

“Oh thank you sir!” Serena exclaimed. “Thank you for saving us sisters!”

“What do we do?” asked Alyssa.

“Well this is what you must do if you ever hope to have this evil curse lifted from your beautiful heads so you can go on to live good lives with good husbands and good children,” Julian said.

Julian went on to tell the sisters of the increased rate of births in the noble town of Castleton. How the aristocrats looked to fair and pure maidens to nourish their children. How these people of class sought wholesome milk as sweet as honey and warm as the womb for their children. How this milk could only come from women as pure and untouched as they. And how all the maidens would be handsomely rewarded by the lifting of the curse.

“So you see my gentle ladies, if you follow my instructions and do this work, you will no longer be cursed. You can go on to lead the most wonderful lives knowing that you were maids to the children of the noble and you will no longer have the curse of ash and soot over your beautiful heads.”

“We do not want to be maids,” the petulant Maria cried. “We were put on this earth to have maids, not to be maids!”

“My dear lady, you will not be a maid, nothing so vile. A wet nurse is a creature considered almost as noble as the very noblewomen for whom they work! But if you don’t want that, or do not wish to do this, well I cannot force you. I only wanted to help you eight,” Julian said and turned to leave the garden. “Good day ladies.”

The maidens all came together and began to whisper and argue amongst each other. Finally they were quiet and Elizabeth called out to stop Julian, who had no real intention of leaving, from leaving.

“Wait sir!” she cried and ran toward him. “Do not leave us. We will do it. We will do anything you say. Please just help us to lift this curse from our blessed heads.”

“Okay ladies, but you must follow my instructions exactly to the detail. You must remain here at your cottage, secluded from anyone and anything. I will bring you everything you need. I will take care of you,” Julian said and all the maidens ran to him and fell at his feet in gratitude.

As Julian went back into town, he could not believe his luck. How easy it was to convince these dumb, silly girls of his plan. He didn’t even have to convince them, only to say he’d lift the curse. Oh a pretty penny would be made off the virginal heads of his eight maidens. A pretty penny indeed.

He set to work, attending to every detail of his extremely well-planned plan.

He traveled to Castleton and informed the handmaidens and servants of his new business. That he employed the fairest and most pure wet nurses in the land and soon they would be ready to nourish the noblewomen’s children. The servants soon got word to the butlers and cooks who got word to the secretaries and pages who got word finally to the noblewomen themselves. He had a list of thirteen families wanting to employ the maidens and as the convincing conniver he was, had the noble people of Castleton ready to pay ten times the premium for the milk of his untainted maids.

He then set off to get the maidens prepared. He isolated them from the town. To ensure the men of the village stopped sniffing around the sisters like feral dogs, he spread a rumor around the town that the women were tainted with a curse so dastardly to cause a man’s cock be ripped from his body. He planted a garden filled with alfalfa and had an Indian valet bring him large sacks of fenugreek seed. He put the sisters on a special diet that they were forbidden to deviate from and always had the threat of the curse not being lifted at the ready for any dissenters.

The truth of Julian Newhouse was that he did not have to be an unseemly huckster. A man with a brilliant mind, since he was a young boy, he was forever coming up with inventions and sought ways to, as he claimed, modernize the mundane. But his greedy and lazy persona dictated that he do the least amount of work for the largest amount of money. Julian was a brilliant man who did not like hard work. So he sought the path of least resistance in everything he did.

During his research, he received information on ways to stimulate milk production in women who did not bear children. The herbs and spices he learned of were fairly easy to implement. The breast stimulation was not.

Simply playing with the breasts, or even tugging on the nipples was not a sufficient way to stimulate lactation in a short amount of time. The women’s breasts were not keeping up with the rate at which the births were anticipated. No, the maidens required hard sucking on the nipple to ensure they produced sufficient amounts of milk.

At first, he enlisted the help of a few men friends from the village, and of course, selfless Julian volunteered himself, to suck at the tits of the maidens. He and his men friends organized the women in a group. He had them lay on their backs on the floor of the cottage in a circle, naked. He purported this being the first ceremony of removing the curse when the hard-headed Frederique refused to go along with the plan.

But a curious thing happened, as the men and he sucked on their large, creamy breasts, the maidens were prone to fits of hysteria. First, their hands rose to the heads of the men and their graceful, long fingers twirled through the men’s hair. Then the ladies applied pressure to the backs of the men’s heads, forcing them to take the maiden's breasts into their mouths deeper and deeper still.

With the men’s mouths stuffed full of the maidens’ voluptuous tits, the ladies parted their legs and arched their backs greatly. Then, up from the bellies of the sisters came an evil, raw moan, a collective primal squeal which reverberated off the walls of the cottage, through the windows and echoed off the hills and valleys of the village. As the men sucked harder and harder on the sister’s tits, the sisters bucked their hips wildly while grinding their exposed cunts against their hands with the ferocity of a lion ripping a lamb apart.

As all of this madness went on, Alyssa screamed, fuck me now, at her stimulator Michael Talbot. Julian rushed at Michael, pushing him off Alyssa and across the cottage right before Michael plunged his hard cock into Alyssa’s wet cunt. All of the men, Julian included, could listen to these begging women and hardly resist the urge to answer their begging by ramming their hard cocks into their virginal cunts. So that method was put to rest. Forever.

Once again secluded, but still not producing sufficient milk, Julian got the idea for his invention in the most delightful way.

It came at dawn while Julian spied on the beautiful Veronica in her bath in the garden. Julian hid behind the tree to the right of the tub, pants down around his ankles, and yanked and jerked meanly at his cock while watching Veronica languishing in the tub. Her breasts, as all the maidens, had grown even larger as they began to ready for the milk. Her tits were buoyant in the water, bobbing like two of the sweetest, heaviest apples low on a branch. The ladies complained their breasts had grown extremely sensitive to the touch in the days before they readied for the children. The water was obviously soothing to Veronica because she leaned back in the tub and sensually stroked her huge tits.

Julian gripped tightly the shaft of his cock as he pictured milk as sweet as honey and warm as the sun flowing freely from Veronica’s exquisite tits. He took his other hand and slid the tube of skin that covered his cock up and down the hard rod in short furious bursts. He felt the tingling begin in his scrotum as he closed his eyes and saw himself kneeling under Veronica’s pendulous tits as she lowered her dark nipples into his mouth. He pictured himself closing his lips tightly around her beautiful nipples and bearing down while suckling harder and swirling his tongue around to get the milk running. Julian spread his legs wide and thrust his hips deeply back and forth while gripping his cock and pretending he was ramming it in and out of Veronica’s tight cunt.

Finally, he came against the tree when pictured the milk spurting out of Veronica’s tits like his semen spurted from his cock; his lips tight, guzzling her warm, sweet milk and draining her tits by sucking down every last drop.

Julian bit down hard on his bottom lip to prevent himself from screaming. When he was done making quite a mess against that poor tree in the garden while spying on poor unsuspecting Veronica in her bath, he was left quite disheveled and breathless. He steadied himself against the sticky tree and watched Veronica as she stood in her full glory from the tub. And that is the exact moment when the idea for his amazing milk-producing invention came to him. As he stood there gazing upon the pristine Veronica, looking like Venus rising from the shell, heavy beautiful breasts slick with the water from her bath, the steam rose off her stunning body like smoke tendrils.

And that was the answer: steam.