KINKTOBER 2023 part 1: The Good
♡ DAY 10: PEARL NECKLACE (F/M) ♡
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There was once a little family of farmers composed of a woman, her husband, and their 19 years old daughter. The mother and the father were both hard-working people, waking up at dawn to take care of the farm and of the fields. Their daughter, on the other hand, didn't inherit their zealous work ethic; she was not a mean-spirited girl– not by a long way, but her mind found itself more inclined towards indolent hedonism than tough grind. She often could be found in the barn, unlikely to be occupied storing bales of hay and more likely lying on them, preferably in good company– said company ideally lying next to her, or on top of her, or underneath her. To her parents' great embarrassment, everybody in the village knew about her admirable inclinations for sensual encounters, and many young men were regulars of the barn. But seeing their daughter waking up every day so joyful and radiant detered them from trying to make a change in her habits, and so they had accommodated themselves with the situation.
One day, however, an unfortunate event was bound to shake their everyday life up. It all began when a lavishly dressed man presented himself to the farm's entrance. The farmers, quite impressed by the man's luxurious clothes, welcomed him with much greetings and kowtowing. Meanwhile, alone in the barn and recovering from the visit of a well-endowed lover, their daughter had witnessed through a window the arrival of said stranger. Her curiosity piqued by the presence of such a richly dressed (and honestly quite handsome) individual, she observed the trio through the dusty glass.
The noble man asked the farmers to conduct him to their barn, which they promptly did. On the way, the cat of the farm, named Strippy, came up to the man and rubbed herself on his velvet pants while purring. He instantly cursed and kicked Strippy, who hissed and scurried away. "Damned be that cat, spreading its hairs all over my pricey pants!" The farmers, mortified, profusely apologized, and the trio resumed their walk to the barn.
The dog of the farm, named Merry, came up to the man and joyfully jumped on him and his satin vest. He instantly cursed and kicked Merry, who yelped and ran away. "Damned be that dog, soiling my pricey vest with its muddy paws!" The farmers profusely apologized once again, and the trio resumed their walk to the barn.
The old rooster of the farm, Pecky, came up to the man and without an ounce of malice, as gallinaceans often do, gave a curious peck of the beak on the man's buckskin boots. He instantly cursed and kicked Pecky, who cackled with indignation and flitted away. "Damned be that chicken, damaging my pricey boots!" The farmers profusely apologized for the third time, and the trio resumed their walk to the barn, which was only a few steps away at this point.
When they penetrated into the barn, the daughter was already waiting for them near the doors. The farmers introduced her to the nobleman, who bowed to her. "I heard," he said, "about your hedonistic lifestyle from far away behind the mountains." Hearing these words, the mother turned red and the father turned white, both displaying sullen faces in embarrassment. "I was wondering if you would allow me, oh beautiful maiden, to spend some time in the barn in your gracious company. I'll pay you in jewellery and fine clothes. You won't be disappointed, as I'm quite renowned myself among women to be a fervent lover in the sheets," he said with a wink.
Hadn't she witnessed the man's spitefulness toward the animals of the farm, perhaps the young woman would have accepted the offering; unfortunately for him, she had seen everything about the mistreatment of the three creatures, and was grossed out by the man's mere presence in the barn. "Certainly not," she answered. "You can keep your jewellery and fine clothes, and shove them where the sun never shines!"
Hearing these words, the man's face turned crimson, and suddenly his eyes took a troubling purple hue. In truth, he was a powerful sorcerer, who disguised himself as a nobleman to seduce the farmer's daughter more easily. He pointed a bony finger adorned with an obnoxious skull-shaped ring (the farmers suddenly felt very foolish for not having witnessed such detail sooner), and he declared in a gravelly voice: "young maiden, I thereby curse you for not sharing bed with me; you who only cares about carnal pleasures, and is too doltish to comprehend the importance and beauty of refined possessions! From now on, you won't be able to use any of your holes to pleasure a man!" He let out a bloodcurdling sneer. "The only way to break the curse is by wearing a necklace, made of pearls as gleaming and white as snow, which I know you will never be able to afford because of your dire idleness!"
With that, he disappeared into a cloud of green smoke, throwing the family into a coughing fit. When they were able to catch their breath, the farmers gasped in horror upon seeing their daughter sporting two rows of pointy teeth, sharp as razors. Later that day, while relieving herself, the girl discovered with horror that the ring of her rear had become awfully tight, and was now certainly unable to welcome anything in; as for her front hole, which was the source of so much pleasure, it had simply disappeared, replaced by a smooth surface of skin. Even her delicate little rosebud was nowhere to be found– the small, trifling hole to relieve her bladder the only thing left between her legs.
Remembering the sorcerer's words, the farmer's daughter went to town and stepped into a jewellery shop. She inquired about the price of a small pearl necklace, and almost fainted upon hearing the answer: Such a piece of jewellery cost ten– no, twenty times her family's savings!
To her great chagrin, for the first time in her life, the farmer's daughter realized that she had no other solution than to roll up her sleeves and work hard to gather some money. After a sleepless night of twists and turns, knowing that it would be useless to sneak out and seek for a man's embrace to quench her desire, she began working in the fields at dawn, under her parent's stunned eyes. All morning she sweated buckets under the scorching sun, drawing some force from her intense sexual frustration which was only growing bigger and bigger as the sun went higher.
At noon, she didn't even pause to eat. She only hoed and hoed (unfortunately not the way she liked to), until mid-afternoon when she was forced to take a break after every fiber of her body pleaded for it. She let herself drop heavily on the ground, her back against a tree, and hastily untied the front of her shirt. Her voluptuous breasts sprang out of the garment, bronzed and dripping with sweat.
As the girl was taking a well-deserved rest, a prince came by, riding a white horse with polished hooves. He saw the young woman sitting under the tree, enticing bare chest heaving in tune with her panting. Fascinated by such a sight, the prince walked to her. The girl, not embarrassed in any way by her partial nudity, looked up at the royal individual and greeted him.
"What beautiful bosom you have, young maiden," the prince said.
"You can touch them if you'd like to," she replied without missing a beat, brain hazy from pent-up sexual desires.
Impressed by her openness and generosity, the prince dismounted and squatted next to the girl. He cupped her breasts with appetite, kneading them and teasing the dark nipples with his thumb. "What soft bosom you have!" He exclaimed. "They are as nice to the hand as they are to the eye."
"Would you like to discover how they feel around your cock?" The girl asked without missing a beat, brain mushy from the stimulation of her tits and the visible bulge in the prince's breeches.
Without needing to be told twice, the prince undid his breeches and released the most mouth-watering organ the girl had ever seen (probably blinded by her intense frustration, to say the truth). She gladly squeezed her tits together as the prince rested his length in the valley between them, trapping his erection in the embrace of the two soft curves.
"How– how delightful your bosom feels against my cock!" The prince cried, oozing a clear liquid on the girl's skin. "Never had such softness ever grazed my pudenda before…" It was true, as the prince, a pious member of the church, had remained a blissfully ignorant virgin until then.
"You can thrust between them if you want," the girl replied without missing a beat, brain totally entranced by the regal cock against her chest.
And thus the prince did so, fucking the maiden's heavy breasts in powerful snaps of his hips. Soon, a warm feeling pooled in his abdomen, only to explode in flashes of bliss in his head and in fat drops of clear semen on the young woman's collarbone. She lowered her head, and she nearly swooned in wonderment upon seeing the lovely string of white pearls adorning her collarbone, glistening under the sun in an exquisite fashion. (Beware of heatstroke, kids. Drink water. Wear a hat.)
Suddenly, the girl felt her teeth returning to their original bluntness, and her beloved anatomy coming back to normal under the belt. Ecstatic and immensely grateful to the prince for having broken the terrible spell, she thanked him by demonstrating what other delightful enjoyments her recovered parts could provide.
The prince, amazed beyond words before the discovery of such delectable indulgences, decided to marry the farmers' daughter forthwith.
Thus, the newly formed couple lived happily ever after (or at least until the next plague or invasion of the country), and while the new princess conserved her old habits of wearing little to no jewellery, the prince still adorned his wife in many more pearl necklaces.
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