Once upon a time a prince and I by Aihu Fist part 1
I heard a witch had poisoned him. She had given him a poisoned banana.
I had roamed 55 countries, climbed mountains and sailed the seven seas to find him.
Here he was thirteen years of age in glass coffin with only a pair of lycra pants on which were as red as his lips used to be. Yes his lips had lost the color due to the poison, I suppose. His bulge was prominent and though I could not see him breathe or notice any heart activity, the bulge showed signs of life. I got from my horse and respectfully approached his body. I kneeled and lowered my head to his crotch. My quivering lips gently kissed the fabric covering his princely boyhood. Nothing happened. I kissed again. Nothing. I looked at his face and saw nothing had changed. He had an enigmatic frozen smile from cheek to cheek, that was all. His long black eyelashes were lifeless.
I bowed again for a third time and now I tried something more daring. I opened my mouth so I could embrace the boyhood between my lips. Something twitched for a second. Was I dreaming? I did one more but now I moved my mouth from the where the pubic hair grows to the tip of his flaccid penis. Now I sensed a stronger nervous reaction. I looked at his torso, which was dressed in a silver colored jacket. He had grown out of it as it was just too short leaving his belly button exposed. I couldn't resist any longer and decided that drastic action had to be taken. My insecure fingers pulled at the Lycra mediaeval panties and rolled them down all the way to his ankles.
His little boyhood was now exposed to the soft warm air that had embalmed his body for so long. My nostrils nervously twitched as soon as I got near the base of the little penis. Not one little hair. My mouth led a life of its own when it directed itself to sleeping pecker. I kissed and kissed and licked the warm skin warm and wet, but nothing happened. It was sitting in my mouth limp like a leaf from a dead tree. I started crying, my tears trickled over my cheeks and fell on the boy's round scrotum.
Nothing was to be done. I got up and walked to my horse ready to leave when I heard:
-Don't' leave me please. I have been waiting years for this. A man who cries for me. You saved my life please don't go.
I turned around and saw the prince with cherry red lips and blue eyes trying to get up. But he couldn't.
-I can't get up unless my Mickey gets up first.
-I do whatever pleases you, my prince; I said and retraced my footsteps.
-The witch put a spell on my little Peter, because I was playing with it too often. So I am paralyzed from top to bottom until another prince would suck on it. The one who does can marry me and we can live happily ever after.
I said no more; I would gladly break the spell. My hand found a way to his perineum, his thighs spread and my head was bobbing up and down and the youngling grew with fervor. I bent his legs so the balls were hanging like plums to pick. Whitish, cream colored, they dangled in front of my face as if they wanted me to hap at them. Instead I stuck out my tongue and teased them. His thighs were ivory like, smooth and hairless and his butt was something one would love to slap so they'd become pinkish and appetizing. I lay my hand on the veined member, pulsating like a rooster's endangered heart.
-Oh oh oh, the prince cried and sighed. That's it, yes, go on!
The more I sucked the thing the more the prince moved his tiny body. The little Peter as he called it was hard like a branch and seemed willing to pop and come. But there was no need for that as his royal torso sat already straight up tense and hard moving to and fro.
In all he squirmed like and winged like a tormented soul and cried out: -watch out, I am going to pee!
I agreed and said: -let go, my dear.
And he did. I swallowed a liter of his young golden nectar and when finally he had spilt it all in me, I released his Peter and took him in my arms. We kissed passionately and got on my horse. His little ass tightly seated in his crimson red panties made my own dick grown hard as we galloped over the rugged mountains, back to my castle.
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