Goose Girl (2 page)

The maid flicked relentlessly at her clit,
which stood steady and strong as a soldier at arms. Purring like a
kitten, Svana pressed her thighs against Rosamunda's ears. That's
when the maid, petting the spongy spot inside Svana's hot pussy,
began sucking vigorously at her erect pink bud. Svana gasped at the
unexpected sensation. She felt almost as though she'd
instantaneously grown a cock, and Rosamunda now had it in her hot,
wet mouth. Kicking her feet against Rosamunda’s muscular back,
Svana cried out a string of encouragements. It was not simply the
magnificent sensation, but the view of her rough maid consuming
her, that urged Svana’s belly to quake with a familiar sensation.
Her thighs trembled and she inched her heels upward until they
rested upon Rosamunda’s shoulders. Svana bore down against
Rosamunda’s mouth, bucking and gyrating, soaking the maid’s lips
with her juice. In turn, Rosamunda bit down gently upon Svana's
slippery clit, alternately sucking and licking, still thrusting fat
fingers in and out of Svana’s cunt until she exploded. Pulling at
the fiery woman's black locks, Svana shrieked like a banshee,
soaking her maid's square chin with the waters of her arousal.

Rosamunda pulled away, wiping her mouth on
the sleeve of her simple green gown. Her ecstatic pleasure gave way
to calmer bliss. In the grass, eyes closed and absorbing the fresh
sunlight, Svana lounged like her bones had fallen out.

Something else had fallen out, too—the
precious hanky stained with b-mom's blood. Scooping it up as the
princess slumbered, the servant woman grabbed the golden cup and
set off on foot to fetch some water from the nearby spring.

While she was there, the waiting-maid
launched the bloodied cloth into the waters and watched as it
swirled and whirled and disappeared downstream.

* * *

Svana awoke, her flesh hot and bothered by
the sun's mighty rays. Rosamunda stood against her mare holding a
jewel-encrusted cup.

"Ah," Svana yawned. "You may go to fetch
your drink now, Rosamunda."

The waiting-maid laughed haughtily. "I have
been and returned from my drink, and now I shall leave on your mare
and marry your prince."

"You'll do what, now?"
Svana rubbed her eyes.
Was this a
joke?
But Rosamunda was not one for
foolishness…

"Check your bosom for that filthy
hanky."

The bottom dropped out of Svana's stomach,
even before she attempted to retrieve the hanky. It wasn't there,
of course. Her breasts, slightly bronzed from exposure to the
intense sunlight, hung free from her gown. She looked all about,
her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Neither was her hanky in
the grass nearby, nor was it anywhere to be found. What had become
of that precious blood?

"I've disposed of it and now it's gone and
you are weak and powerless."

"I am?" Beyond her astonishment at
Rosamunda's words, Svana felt numb.

"You are," the waiting-maid responded. "And
so I shall be princess and you shall be servant."

"Ah, heaven," Svana sighed. She felt no
reason to question Rosamunda's divine knowledge. After all, the
maid was older than she, and much stronger. If Rosamunda said she
was powerless without that spot of blood from her mother's finger,
she was hardly about to question the woman.

Now Rosamunda would be the royal, and she
would be the maid. The princess had to be content with this
arrangement, for how could she quarrel? Had she not sworn by the
clear sky above not to reveal one word of this to anyone at the
royal court, Rosamunda would have killed her on the spot. And,
coming from Rosamunda, that was no idle threat.

The waiting-maid, with many hard words, bade
the princess exchange royal apparel for her own shabby clothes.
Rosamunda undressed first, revealing a large body, firm with
muscle. Svana had never before beheld her servant in the nude, and
her pussy responded accordingly by dripping new wetness down her
hot thighs. Rosamunda's cunt was cloaked by a thick black bush. A
dark trail lead the way up a hard belly to solid breasts
culminating in purplish nipples, both of which were surrounded by
sharp hairs. Her legs and arms were covered in a thick matting of
hair, but she stood before Svana unapologetic and proud. However
grotesque, there was something about Rosamunda's naked body that
rendered Svana even less resistive. When the naked maid moved
behind her, the princess waited for what was to come.

After untying Svana's corset, the monster of
a woman let the girl's gown fall to the grass. Rosamunda's hot
breath harassed the back of Svana's neck as she took firm hold of
Svana's full breasts. The true princess' knees nearly gave out at
the sensation of hard hands on soft tits. Spinning on her heels,
the princess surprised herself by pressing her perfect chest
against the waiting-maid's firm front and kissing her spring-water
mouth. The kiss was hot and hard. Forceful hands ran the length of
her body, exerting such violent pressure upon her flesh that the
girl was certain she'd see bruises in the morning.

Straddling the servant's thigh, which was
every bit as hairy as the darling green grocer's had been, Svana
rubbed her ever-ready pussy lips against her muscular leg.
Rosamunda grabbed her ass with both hands, rocking her easily, like
a swing. With every pass along that firm flesh, Svana's pussy
burned with delicious wet friction. When Svana grasped the maid's
shoulder, her feet lifted right off the ground. Back and forth,
back and forth her moist pussy lips rubbed against Rosamunda's
thigh, like silk on wool. Hot pressure on the princess' mound
increased until the friction put Svana over the edge. When her
orgasm came in wave after wave, she couldn't see straight. She
simply held tight to Rosamunda and shrieked her release.

Rosamunda dropped the girl in a writhing
heap upon the green peasant dress strewn over a burnt patch of
grass. As she squeezed herself into the princess' red and gold
gown, she commanded Svana to get up and dressed.

"Whatever you say," the smitten Svana
gushed. In that moment, she would have done anything for her
once-maid.

With the dressing all finished, Rosamunda
mounted her mare, cackling, "Falada is more suitable for me, I
believe, and my horse will do for you."

Falada saw all this and observed it well,
whinnying to Svana,

"If this your mother knew,

Her heart would break in two."

"Oh, mind your own business, you old nag,"
Svana scolded.

* * *

In the kingdom of Prince
Everitt, there were great rejoicings over the arrival of his
intended, the lovely Princess Svana. When the princess and her
waiting-maid trotted through the gates, the prince sprang forward
to meet his bride-to-be. He reached up to support the dark princess
dressed in red and gold, attempting to lift the large woman from
her horse with heaving effort.
How
strange.
The tabloids reported this
princess was a knockout, yet his consort looked quite gargantuan in
person.
Just goes to show you can't
believe everything you read.

Everitt struggled to aid the hefty princess
in her descent, but his bride-to-be tumbled from her poor horse's
back to land squarely upon him. The great crowd burst with
laughter. The future queen was fully on top of him, and despite his
struggles and groans, he could not move until the princess rolled
off him.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," the prince
said, wincing and holding his arm.

The giant in the red and gold gown gripped him
firmly to her side. "Likewise, Princey! I can tell already there's
going to be magic between us."

With Rosamunda conducted upstairs, the real princess
was left standing below. Knowing not what to do or where to go, she
stood in that spot for a day and a half. Fortunately, the old king
derived a certain gratification from peeping on the blacksmith as
he handled his red-hot poker. Thus, King Dolphus was every so often
looking out of the window with binoculars. That's how he noticed
Svana standing in the courtyard. Remarking how dainty and delicate
she was, he instantly went to the royal apartment and asked the
bride about the girl.

"What, that little prossie? I picked her up
along the way for companionship. Give the girl something to work
at, that she may not stand idle."

But old King Dolphus had no work for her,
and knew of none, so he said, "I have a boy called Conrad who tends
the geese. I fear he's becoming a tad too friendly with the flock,
if you catch my drift. A little prossie may help rid him of this
queer affliction."

"Yes, you don't hear of many
poultry-sexuals, my liege." Rosamunda snickered. She couldn't have
plotted this better herself.

It was decided the true bride had to help
Conrad keep his hands and other body parts off the geese. Even this
task was not torture enough, in cruel Rosamunda's mind. Soon
afterwards the false bride said to the lanky prince, "Dearest
husband, I beg you to do me a favor."

"I will do anything most willingly if you'll
only agree not to molest me this evening. I fear I shall never
recover from our wedding night."

"Agreed," said Rosamunda, tickling her
scrawny husband. "I really ought to have stopped after the
nineteenth round, but I couldn't resist your little
cock-a-doodle-doo. Here's what I'll have you do: send for the
knacker, and have him cut off the head of the horse I rode
here."

The faithful Falada was to die because
Rosamunda was afraid the horse might reveal her identity. When this
came to the ears of the princess, Svana despaired. How could she
allow her dear Falada to be put to death? Svana sought out the
knacker and promised to give the man a rim job if he would only
spare the horse. It was widely known that his wife did not read
Cosmo and could not believe anybody would dare do such a thing.

But Svana was too late. Falada had already
been slaughtered. With a heavy heart and tear-filled eyes, the girl
assured the knacker she would still lick his hole if only he
performed for her one small service: there was a gateway in the
town through which she had to pass with the geese, morning and
evening. Would he be so good as to nail up Falada's head on it,
that she might see her again, and more than once? For the knacker,
it was a small price to pay to get his asshole tongue-tickled by a
beautiful young girl.

Early in the morning, when Svana and Conrad
drove out their flock beneath this gateway, she held back until the
goose boy was out of earshot. She said in passing,

"Alas, Falada, hanging there."

The horse head answered,

"Alas, young queen, how ill you fare.

If this your mother knew

Her heart would break in two."

When they'd driven their geese into a great
floral meadow, Svana sat down and unbound her hair, which was like
pure gold except for the slightest trace of dark roots. Conrad saw
this and delighted in its brightness. Her hair reminded him of his
first love, the golden goose, who had experienced an unfortunate
accident and was subsequently consumed. So heart-wrenchingly badly
did Conrad miss his golden goose that his cock sprang to life in
reminiscence. Having been scolded by the king for his fowl
temperament, the boy thought perhaps the lovely Svana would
alleviate the tension in his groin. After untying his humble belt,
he brought the golden-haired girl face to face with his humble joke
of a cock.

Alas, there was no way Svana was coming
anywhere near that mother-clucker, and she told him so, in no
uncertain terms. But, grasping his drooling rod by the base, Conrad
pleaded with the righteous bride. Even as he shook his erection
this way and that, Svana's answer remained no. When he approached
her, stroking firmly on his humble shaft, there remained for Svana
no choice but to summon the summer breeze, who owed her one.
Turning her face to the heavens, Svana cried,

"Blow, blow, thou gentle wind, I say,

Blow Conrad's tiny cock away,

And make him chase it here and there,

Until I have braided all my hair,

And bound it up today."

And there came such a violent wind that it
blew Conrad's penis far across the country. Of course, he had to
chase after it, because it was by far the most precious thing he
owned. There was nothing else from which he derived such use and
enjoyment. When he finally caught up with his dick, it was muddied,
bruised, and limp with exhaustion. Yes, that summer wind had blown
Conrad's cock more skillfully than any man, woman or goose ever
could. He came back to the meadow with a smile on his face just as
Svana finished putting her hair up.

Though his body was blissful, Conrad still
missed his golden goose. Could he not have one measly strand of
hair to remember her by? But Svana guarded her locks jealously, and
would not give the goose boy even one strand. Conrad was angry,
then pouty, then surly, then a little itchy, then angry again. At
any rate, he would not speak to her. Thus, they watched the geese
until the evening, when it was time to return home.

* * *

Another day of bird-chasing was upon Conrad
and Svana. As they drove the geese out through the dark gateway
adorned with the head of her beloved horse, the maiden said,

"Alas, Falada, hanging there."

And Falada answered,

"Alas, young queen, how ill you fare.

If this your mother knew

Her heart would break in two."

Heavy-hearted, the false maid sat down in the field,
picking dandelions with her toes, and began to comb out her hair.
Perv-y Conrad ran and tried to clutch it. Offering her every
pleasure in the world for just one strand of hair, the boy whipped
out his rigid rod. In haste, Svana pronounced the words,

"Blow, blow, thou gentle wind, I say,