Did you miss Part One of this sexy fairy tale? Read it here.
Having been taken in payment from her father the miller by the notorious local witch, pretty innocent Rapunzel begins her first day in the witch’s service learning what loving pleasure there can be between two women.
She felt the witch’s fingers drop from her back to between her legs and begin to massage that sensitive area. She groaned as she felt the soreness return and then transmute into a pleasure so intense that her breath left her body in a rush. She felt herself go wet and wetter yet there. Weak and shaking she sank slowly to the bed where the witch transferred her energetic lips and tongue to that intimate area between Rapunzel’s legs and began to kiss and gently lick her there.
Now enthralled with these new experiences, Rapunzel sought to pleasure her mistress as she had been pleasured. Moving down the bed she kissed and then began to suck that beautiful and perfumed slit of her mistress, noting that the witch was entirely shaved in that area, unlike her own fully grown adornment.
At length they stopped. Both were weak and panting from several orgasms, both were hot and perspiring and both were rather sore. But, for Rapunzel, it was the most magical event she had ever experienced and she had no difficulty in believing that her mistress was a powerful witch of the most wonderful kind.
Eventually, the witch arose from the bed and, pulling her cloak around her, bade Rapunzel to let down her hair once more so she could descend.
As she left, she turned to Rapunzel and stroked her face gently.
“You have done well today, my dear. I am very pleased. Rest now. I will return tomorrow and the day after and the day after that and we will continue our lessons together.”
And so it proved to be. Day after day, Rapunzel heard the by now familiar loving voice of her mistress calling from below, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.” And she did so, to be rewarded by hours of delight of a kind she had never imagined before in her whole life.
Now it so chanced that one day Prince Caspian, the King’s only son, was riding alone through this unfamiliar part of the deep, dark woods and he came upon the witch’s tower. As he drew near, he saw the witch calling up to the window and a moment later saw the rope of fine and thickly braided flaxen hair lowered to the ground and the witch ascend and enter the tower.
“Now this is very strange,” he said to himself and concealing his horse some distance away, waited to see what happened next. When the rope of hair was lowered again and the witch descended, the Prince was aflame with curiosity. Waiting only until the witch was out of sight, he came to the bottom of the tower and in a high-pitched voice called “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair”.
As before, the rope of hair was lowered from the window and Prince Caspian, an energetic young man, had no trouble in grasping its fine strands and pulling himself up to the window through which he climbed. He was shocked to see a beautiful and entirely naked young girl standing staring at him.
“Who are you?” they both asked together.
“I am Prince Caspian, the king’s only son and heir to the throne. I come and go as I please in my kingdom. I was intrigued to see you let down your hair and the woman who climbed up and down it.”
“Your highness, I am Rapunzel, a poor miller’s daughter brought to live here to be friend and companion to the witch, whom you saw. She has taught me much of the ways of loving between women.”
But as Rapunzel spoke she was aware of how attractive the idea of love making with a man might be and how diverting, as she spent most of the day alone when the witch had to leave. So, greatly daring, she said, “My lord, I could show you these things if you wish.”
But Prince Caspian drew back in horror at the thought.
“You are just a peasant girl, I am royalty,” he exclaimed. “In any event, you are soft and shapely, too maidenly in your looks for me. More often I seek another for my companion. Do you have a lusty peasant lad around here, mayhap?”
Rapunzel shook her head and, afraid of having unwittingly caused offense to the Prince, averted her face. She had turned to the bed and bent over to pick up her chemise when she felt rough hands on her buttocks.
“It has been too long that I have gone without entering a lover as I like to do,” he said. “You are tight and not too fleshy there, I may have my pleasure yet! Lay down on the bed, girl – no, with your face to the mattress – and put this bolster under your, err, your lower parts to raise up your bottom.”
Rapunzel did as she was bid but, looking over her shoulder, caught sight of Prince Caspian as he cast off his apparel and she gasped involuntarily at the size of his erection.
“My lord, please, I do not think I am sufficiently large there for you to enter. My mistress has not trained me in this form of loving.”
“As she is a woman, I am not surprised. But I will be gentle, do not fear.”
The Prince took one of the unlit lamps and poured a little of its oil into his hand. He deftly massaged some on his erection and the remainder he brought over to Rapunzel where she lay trembling on her belly. He gently parted her buttocks and sighed with delight at the little rosebud of her opening, so virginal, so tight. He allowed the remainder of the oil to trickle down into that heavenly crack between her cheeks and, with practised fingers, worked it into her anus, feeling how tight her grip was there. With no more ado, he placed the head of his erection into her opening and pressed, gently at first and then harder. With an almost audible pop she parted to allow him entry and then moaned aloud as his thick shaft stretched her in a way that was entirely new to her.
As he began to move forwards and backwards inside her, she pressed the bed covering into her mouth to stifle the scream she felt arising within her but, as the Prince’s thrusts became more regular, she began to feel pleasure rather than pain from this violation of her body. Suddenly, he began to move faster and faster within her and she clung fast to the covers to avoid being pushed towards the edge of the bed. With a loud groan, the Prince climaxed and she felt his fluid spurt inside her, on and on it seemed to come, a veritable flood of passion.
They lay together then, panting and exhausted.
“My lord,” said Rapunzel as soon as she had recovered her breath, “my lord, you are a powerful lover the like of which I have never before encountered; although I am little versed in these arts as I was pure and innocent before serving my mistress.”
The Prince preened like a peacock at this compliment.
“Mayhap I shall call and pleasure you again, if I am come this way. Allow only me access to your finest entry there below; your mistress must be content with those other parts that are peculiar only to women.”
Thus it was that, over the coming days and weeks, Prince Caspian did return in the afternoons to call “Rapunzel, let down your hair” and she, listening especially for him, did so with alacrity. And she was pleasured in that same way over and again; sometimes on her belly as the first time and sometimes on her back with her bare legs resting on the Prince’s broad shoulders as he pressed home between her pretty little buttocks and in her still surprisingly tight anus with her rear carefully raised on a bolster or two.
And the witch knew not of this liaison and continued to come to Rapunzel first thing in the morning and to suck her breasts and fondle her slit before allowing her red rouged lips to tease those lower ones of Rapunzel’s that tasted so sweet and to insert her tongue in that softest of openings where a special honey of the type that only true lovers may enjoy dripped forth. Of course, Rapunzel repaid the compliment to the witch in full many times over and never thought that her trists with Prince Caspian were in any way cheating or worthy of mention to her mistress.
But, as is the way of this world, all goods things must come to an end. One sad day, Prince Caspian came to Rapunzel as usual and, having gained access to her tower bedroom, very swiftly gained access to her – in his usual way. Rapunzel was this time, at the Prince’s request, bending over by the tower window and supporting herself by leaning on the sill as the Prince laid thrusting claim to her tightest of places. As such, she could see from the window as the witch unexpectedly came into sight below.
“Rapunzel, let down your hair,” called the witch.
Rapunzel dared do nothing other than let her long hair down immediately, especially as the witch could clearly see her leaning partway out of the window and topless to boot. Rapunzel whispered loudly to the Prince to go and hide but he was lost in the fervour of his ardour and could not hear her, or was too engrossed to move. Either way, when the witch climbed in the window she saw immediately what was afoot. Her lover, the maiden whom she had rescued from a squalid life in a poor man’s home, was completely naked and bent over whilst a young man pleasured himself immoderately.
The Prince, realising now what had happened, drew out from Rapunzel’s tight rear end, not without difficulty, but (alas for him) his erection was still monstrously hard. The witch’s fury knew no bounds at this point and, without a moment’s hesitation, she cursed them both with a spell that no-one would ever break. Both were turned to stone for eternity; the Prince naked and engorged, Rapunzel also naked and bent over with a surprised look on her face. Later the witch had these stone likenesses transported to her walled garden where she could look at them whenever she wished and reflect sadly on what might have been had not the Prince ridden by the tower by complete chance one day long before.
Some say those same statues, as they appear to be, still stand in the overgrown witch’s garden to this day. And some say they are the origin of those strange concrete objects which many people place in their gardens called “garden gnomes”.
But I doubt that is true for I have yet to see a female gnome with quite such a startled expression as poor Rapunzel must have had!
Did you miss Part One of this sexy fairy tale? Read it here.
Peter Rosier is a British author who has had work published in paper form (Mammoth Books, Sensorotika Press, Meat Grinder Press, etc) and on-line including Ruthie’s Club and Oysters and Chocolate. Work has also been scripted for Hong Kong television and performed on stage by fringe theatre in London.