Cinderella (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales) (2 page)

Cinderella
denied it, snapping back at the older girl, until they lost their patience, and
Elena, in a fit of anger, pushed Cinderella.

Cinderella’s
eyes widened at her stepsister’s move and her hand held unto the other girl,
dragging Elena down with her.

They
fell into a heap on the ground and struggled, both trying to get from under one
another, until they hit a chair where several of Elena’s paint supplies were
poised and both girls became drenched in paint.

They
disentangled themselves, both looking wide eyed at each other, until Elena
started to laugh, both at Cinderella’s appearance and the thought that the
other girl would have to clean the mess they did.

She
said so, eagerly to see Cinderella’s good girl mask slip for even a moment, but
her stepsister’s reaction confused Elena.

Cinderella’s
nerves were so frayed that tears started seeping out of her eyes.

Elena
was stunned; she had never seen Cinderella cry before; the girl was tougher
than she appeared. Cinderella had never cried at Elena’s antics, she would grit
her teeth at her stepsister, but she wouldn’t react to any kind of provocation.

Elena
felt her heart twitch and for the first time she regretted her behavior.

Slowly
she inched forward and put her arms around her stepsister, holding her, until
Cinderella lost her composure and sobbed into Elena’s frame.

They
held each other for a long time, Cinderella slowly calming down, their embrace
becoming warm and comfortable.

Elena
pulled Cinderella’s head up, taking it from its resting place atop Elena’s
breasts and dragged her stepsister out of the room, moving them towards the
bathroom so that they could clean themselves.

Elena
heated the water and prepared their bath, Cinderella looking from the
sidelines, before Elena undressed and unceremoniously entered the tub.

Cinderella
averted her eyes from her stepsister’s body, suddenly shy.

She
hadn’t bathed together with anyone in a long time, not since her mother died.

Her
father always made sure she bathed alone, unlike most girls who were attended
by their maids. She hadn’t understood why he was so adamant in that, but she
had always obeyed him.

So
she remained still, clothed besides the tub filled with her stepsister. She
felt excited as she eyed Elena’s frame beneath the warm waters.

Elena
raised her eyebrow at Cinderella and asked her why she wasn’t stepping into the
tub.

Cinderella
bit her lip and slowly started to undress.

What
was revealed when Cinderella dropped her last garment made Elena stop and
stare, the young woman not believing what her eyes saw.

Between
Cinderella’s thighs rested a cock.

Elena
blinked and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it; Cinderella taking the
chance to venture into the warm waters, settling her back against the tub and
relaxing.

Elena
couldn’t believe Cinderella’s nonchalant behavior as the younger girl revealed
something that shattered her world. She started getting angry and questioned
Cinderella about what she had seen.

Cinderella
was confused, not understating what her stepsister was talking about.

Elena
saw her confusion and was taken aback.

Cinderella
didn’t know. She didn’t understand she was different.

Slowly,
Elena moved forward, suddenly feeling bold.

Elena’s
body rose from the water as she moved, her breasts bared to Cinderella’s sight.

The
younger girl’s eyes wandered down her stepsister’s frame, taking in the mounds
on Elena’s chest and the toned stomach resting beneath.

Cinderella
realized then that they looked different, and she couldn’t help but shift her
legs as Elena came closer.

Elena
knew Cinderella wasn’t a man.

Her
stepsister had a woman’s body, a woman’s breasts and figure.  She reached out
and moved her hand between Cinderella’s thighs, making the girl jump startled,
and closing her hand around Cinderella’s cock.

It
was warm, warmer than the water they were both in.

And
it was getting harder.

They
looked awkwardly at one another, Cinderella feeling something she had never
felt before, her cock swelling to an impressive size.

Elena
moved her hand, releasing Cinderella’s member and exploring the flesh beneath,
finding Cinderella’s opening and confirming her suspicions.

Elena
didn’t read as much as Elsa did, but she also enjoyed books, especially those
she hid from her mother; books about more carnal activities and affairs,
depicting acts between women and men, or even, sometimes, between members of
the same sex.

One
of her favorite books was one about someone who had both sexes.

She
hadn’t believed it was possible, she thought it was only fiction, but now she
could see it was real, and it was Cinderella – good little bland Cinderella –
that was a hermaphrodite.

Elena
didn’t know what to think about her stepsister anymore.

She
looked at the younger girl’s face and saw the flush in in Cinderella’s cheeks
and, feeling playful, Elena explored her folds, sliding one fingertip inside
Cinderella’s slit, making the girl gasp out loud in both pain and pleasure.

The
sound excited Elena and she gripped Cinderella’s cock with her other hand.

Slowly,
she started stroking it, moving her hands up and down, pumping the flesh. She
had never done something like that before, but she had read enough about it she
had no doubts about what she was doing.

Cinderella’s
gasps and moans were a good indicator that she was doing the right motions.

The
younger girl grasped her stepsister’s arms, supporting herself against Elena as
the girl teased and played with both of her sexes. She was breathing hard, her
chest heaving with every inhalation.

That
motion made Cinderella’s breasts look incredibly alluring to Elena’s sight and
she moved her head downwards, taking one of Cinderella’s nipples into her
mouth, suckling at the little nub.

Cinderella
gasped loudly and her hands came to rest on Elena’s hair, threading trough the
brown curls and pressing her stepsister’s face harder against her chest.

The
younger girl’s excitement bolstered Elena’s, and the girl slid the finger that
she moving in and out of Cinderella just a little harder, burying it in the
other girl’s cunt, making Cinderella feel a renewed pain and pleasure that
triggered her orgasm.

Cinderella
came screaming, her cock twitching and jerking in Elena’s hand, white cum
seeping out of it as wetness flowed out of her pussy.

She
closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the pleasure she was feeling, pleasure like
she had never enjoyed before.

Elena
relinquished the look on her stepsister’s face, knowing she was the one to put
it there, and taking care to keep touching the girl’s cunt, prolonging her
enjoyment.

When
Cinderella opened her eyes and caught Elena looking at her she was embarrassed
and blushed, turning her face aside. Then Elena slid her fingers out of her sex
and she winced in pain and discomfort, turning to face her stepsister. 

Elena
smiled at Cinderella’s renewed shyness, feeling extremely proud of the manner
in which she had made the other girl putty in her hands.

She
could also feel an ache between her legs and wanted nothing more than to have
the other girl take care of it, but she doubted that Cinderella would know how.

She
could teach her, a part of Elena’s mind whispered, and the girl couldn’t deny
the thought pleased her, but she would let Cinderella stew on what they did for
a while, and only then would she do anything.

Slowly
Elena got up from the water, loving the way Cinderella’s eyes clung to her
body, to her breasts and pussy. There was a new emotion on the younger girl’s
eyes, one which Elena easily recognized as lust.

She
moved out of the tub and extended her hand towards Cinderella, helping her
stepsister get out as well.

They
dried each other, using the same fluffy towel, a tenderness that had never existed
between them evident, and afterwards Elena kissed Cinderella, her lips soft,
her tongue invading the other girl’s mouth and twirling around its counterpart.

Cinderella
blushed as Elena took her first kiss, knowing that what they had done was supposed
to be wrong, but unrepentant nonetheless.

They
parted; Elena dressed herself and said her goodbyes, wanting to go to her room
and take care of achiness between her legs.

Cinderella
watched her walk away, confused yet excited about what happened.

*******

It
didn’t take long for Elena to seek out Cinderella once again.

The
younger girl had given her several inquiring looks during the days following
their interactions on the tub, and so, one night, Elena slipped into
Cinderella’s bed while the girl was sleeping.

Cinderella
woke to her stepsister spooning against her back, Elena’s hand slowly caressing
her flesh, moving towards her core. She bit her lip and stayed still, trying to
appear asleep, but then Elena kissed the flesh underneath her ear and she
moaned out loud.

Elena
wrapped her hand around Cinderella’s cock and stroked it until it was hard and
thick.

Cinderella
moaned and gasped, wanting to turn around and plunge into her stepsister,
knowing they couldn’t do that.

There
were other things they could do and Elena wanted to try something she read
about.

She
made Cinderella turn and lay with her back on the bed and then helped her
stepsister strip, taking Cinderella’s clothes until the younger girl became
nude. Then Elena slid down Cinderella’s body, kissing and touching, making the
girl moan with need, her cock swelling to the point it looked ready to explode.

Elena
stopped moving when her head reached the apex of Cinderella’s thighs and she
stroked Cinderella’s cock a couple of times, before she took her stepsister
into her mouth.

Cinderella
gasped at the touch of Elena’s tongue on her cock, feeling an incredible
pleasure, her hands moving to the other girl’s hair, holding Elena’s head and
forcing it down, trying to slid her cock further in.

Elena
resisted Cinderella’s motions, and kept her pace, slowly taking more and more
of Cinderella’s meat into her mouth, accommodating herself to the feeling of
Cinderella’s cock.

Cinderella
started begging her, not quite knowing about what she was asking Elena to do,
but hoping her stepsister could alleviate her need.

Elena
increased the pace of her movements, her tongue swirling around the prick in
her mouth, her fingers threading through Cinderella’s curls and probing the
opening, sliding just the tips of her fingers inside the other girl.

She
took Cinderella’s cock as far as it would go, to the point it felt as if she
was swallowing it. Then she would slide back again, her lips wrapped tightly,
pressing against the warm flesh, massaging it, until only the cock’s head
remained inside her mouth, and then she moved forward again.

Elena
repeated her motions again and again, her fingers exploring Cinderella’s cunt,
her mouth sucking her stepsister’s cock, until Cinderella came screaming, her
cock jerking and sputtering, releasing its seed in Elena’s mouth.

Cinderella’s
hands tightened on Elena’s head almost unconsciously, as a reaction to the
intense pleasure the younger girl felt. Wetness flowed from her cunt her eyes
fluttered.

Elena
swallowed the white seed, finding the taste sweet, pleasant.

She
milked Cinderella’s cock for all it was worth, struggling not to let a drop go
to waste, until she couldn’t resist her urge to breathe anymore and she opened
her mouth, letting Cinderella’s cock escape from her grasp.

After,
Elena moved until she stood face to face with Cinderella, and poised one of her
hands on the milky white thigh beneath, making Cinderella’s eyes open.

Then
she kissed Cinderella, the younger girl’s lips opening to receive her tongue. 

Cinderella
tasted her own seed in Elena’s mouth and moaned, putting her arms around her
stepsister and hugging her, pressing the older girl against her, breasts
against breasts, their tongues entwining.

They
kissed until their air run out and then they lay against one another.

Elena
could feel her face was flushed and she had a pressing need between her legs.

She
grabbed Cinderella’s hand and directed it between her thighs, making the girl
touch her sex, wanting Cinderella to make her come.

Cinderella
flushed, but she wanted to please Elena, making her feel as good as the girl
did her, and so she tried her best.

Elena
showed the younger girl how to use her fingers to make her feel good, and what
felt more than just good. She made Cinderella traced her nether lips, running
her fingers over her labia, over her curls, gently yet firm, until Cinderella’s
fingers were coated with Elena’s wetness.