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The king relaxed a bit. “As long as she’s not here to make trouble.”

Veronica smiled broadly. “Godmother,” she said, “I’m glad you came.”

“Yes, yes, dear,” her godmother said, “it’s good to see you, too, in spite of your father.” Queen Bella glared at the king. “And you’re so grown-up and so beautiful. Let me give you my gift so you can use it this very night.”

The godmother clapped her hands. Four footmen marched dramatically down the center of the great hall, carrying a large, flat, square package.

With great ceremony, Veronica’s godmother unwrapped the gift and revealed a large gilt mirror.

“Hang this mirror on your wall tonight and gaze into it,” her godmother said. “It is said that if a princess stares very hard into this magic mirror and says, ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most perfect man of all?’ she will see the face of her prince charming.”

Veronica didn’t believe in magic but she loved her godmother and wouldn’t hurt her feelings. She walked over to her godmother and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, Godmother,” she said. “I will hang the mirror this very moment.”

Veronica said a hasty farewell to the guests at the feast and hurried to her bedroom, followed by the four footmen. It took very little time for them to hang the mirror on the princess’s wall.

When the task was completed, the footmen left and the king, the queen, and the princess’s godmother entered.

The king was still muttering under his breath because Veronica’s mother had made Queen Bella welcome despite his objections. She had even found a room for her for the night.

The king and queen bade their daughter good night. “A mirror,” the king mumbled as he and his wife left the room. “What kind of a gift is that?”

Her godmother kissed Veronica good night and started to leave. As she was about to close the door behind her, she turned and winked at the princess. “Use the mirror tonight and I am sure you will be well pleased.”

Quietly, Queen Bella closed the door and left Veronica alone, standing before the mirror.

After a long hesitation, Veronica decided that she had nothing to lose. “Mirror, mirror on the wall,” Veronica said, feeling very silly, “who’s the most perfect man of all?”

She stared into the mirror and saw nothing but her own reflection.

“How foolish I am,” she said aloud, “to believe a silly legend.”

Sadly, she realized that she would have to marry one of the boring princes. Slowly, she removed her ball gown and slippers, her camisole and six petticoats. She carefully put her jewelry away in beautiful velvet boxes. Dressed only in her silk pantaloons, she stood in front of the mirror one last time and looked at herself. Her breasts were small and high, her nipples large and dark. Her waist was tiny and her stomach flat and smooth.

She reached up and touched her naked breasts. She watched her hands in the mirror as they slid over her smooth flesh. Slowly, she swirled her fingertips over the pale skin around her now-erect nipples.

She heard herself purr as her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples, making them project from her chest, hard and hungry. Her hands began to stroke her flat belly and then they slowly slid down under the waistband of her pantaloons. Her eyes closed so she could savor the feelings.

“What a waste,” a man’s voice said from behind her.

Her eyes flew open. In the mirror, she saw the face of one of the footmen who had brought in the mirror. He had entered her bedroom silently while her eyes were closed and now was standing just behind her back. He was peering over her shoulder at her naked body.

The footman had straight dark hair and light gray eyes. His features were handsome and his body was tall and muscular.

“How d-d-dare you enter my room?” the princess stammered.

“I entered in your moment of need,” the handsome footman said. “My name is Charles and I’m here to serve you.”

He reached around and cupped one breast with each of his hands. He tickled her nipples with his fingers as he bent his head and pressed his warm lips against the nape of her neck.

“You mustn’t do that,” the princess protested. “I’m a princess and no one must touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he murmured into her neck, “and you are enjoying it.”

Her knees felt weak and his tongue swirled over the back of her neck and his hands teased and pinched her nipples.

“You must stop,” she said weakly. Her head fell back and rested against the footman’s chest.

“Open your eyes,” he said softly, “and watch what I’m doing. I want you to see everything.”

Veronica opened her eyes. His long fingers were pulling at her breasts and she found that watching did enhance the pleasure.

Her arms hung limply at her sides, but her palms ached to feel the footman’s flesh beneath them. Slowly, the man’s hands began to inch down her body. His palm stroked her flat belly as hers had done only minutes before.

When his fingers reached the silken bow that held the top of her pantaloons, he pulled one of the ends. The bow untied easily and the silken material soon lay in a heap around her feet.

“Watch in the mirror, Princess, as I give you pleasure.”

His fingers began to probe her mound, threading their way through her silky hair toward her wet, open center. Her body sagged against him, but she continued to watch him pleasure her.

Charles backed up until the backs of his legs were against the bed. Still reflected in the mirror, he sat down and pulled Veronica onto his lap, with her back against his chest. He spread her legs and held them apart with his knees.

Veronica had never seen herself this way before, her pussy wide open, with the footman’s fingers playing with the folds of her flesh. She could feel his hardness pressing against her lower back. As she moved her hips in rhythm with his fingers, her buttocks rubbed against his erection.

Despite his rising passion, he continued to play with the princess’s wet cunt. His fingers slid partway into her but then pulled out before she felt any satisfaction. Again and again, he teased her as he alternated between her opening and her clit, swirling his fingers through her moisture.

Her eyes never left the mirror as she soared higher and higher. She placed her tiny pale hands over the footman’s large bronze ones as they stroked her body. The footman recognized her need and, with her hands on his, he inserted first one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into her. He pounded in and out while his other hand stroked her clit.

As she watched her hands and his giving her pleasure, she felt a tightening in her belly. What’s happening to me? she wondered. It’s so beautiful and so terrible. This heat inside of me will never stop.

Higher and higher she climbed until, suddenly, she climaxed. The footman felt her body contract against his fingers. Waves of pleasure flowed over her and her juices filled his hands.

When her body subsided, he stood and undressed. As she watched him, he said, “I would like to make love to you but I cannot, not yet. Would you give me pleasure like I gave it to you?”

She smiled and nodded. He took her hand, wrapped it around his cock, and showed her how to stroke him and fondle his balls. It took only moments until his semen spurted into her palm.

He lay down on the bed next to her and they both fell into a light sleep.

Later, they talked together. “You must leave,” she said. “No one must know about this.”

“Wouldn’t you like me to stay?” the footman asked.

“More than anything,” she said. “But I’m a princess and you will be killed if anyone finds you here.”

“Who would do such a thing?” The footman chuckled.

“Stop taking this so lightly!” she snapped. “It’s serious. Tomorrow the king will announce who my husband will be, and if he knows about you, he will have to kill you.” She turned her face to his and kissed him. “It would kill me if anything happened to you.”

“Then why don’t you marry me?” the footman replied. “Didn’t the legend say that you would see the face of your husband in the mirror?”

“It did, but you are just a footman and I must marry one of those dull princes whom my father invited to meet me.”

The footman’s smile broadened. “My mother thought you might decide that all of the princes were equally dull. She also knew that the king would have to obey your wishes, even if you chose a prince who hadn’t been invited. She decided to sneak me in spite of the fact that your father refused to invite me.”

Veronica propped herself upon her elbow. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

“I am Prince Charles of Maravia. My mother, your godmother, was sure that we would be perfect together, and now I agree with her. She has been trying to end the war between our two countries for many years, but your father wouldn’t listen. She decided on this ruse to get us together in spite of your father’s feelings. It will solve so many problems.”

“Then you’re a real prince?” Veronica asked.

“Crown and all,” Charles said.

Veronica laughed and wrapped her arms around Charles’s neck. “That’s the best news I’ve had. And the mirror worked. It did show me the face of my future husband.”

“It certainly did,” the prince said. Then he rolled Veronica over and made love with her all night.

JACK AND JILL

Once upon a time, there was a young couple named Jack and Jill.

Jack and Jill enjoyed their occasional trips to a spring about halfway up Hickory Mountain, where they would fill up several plastic containers with the fresh icy cold spring water that ran out of a fissure in the rock. The spring was in a remote area where few others ever visited, so sometimes they paused in their water-gathering efforts to make love in the open air. Today Jack had more elaborate plans.

They hiked up to the spring and enjoyed some time in the sun, sunbathing their favorite way—nude. After an hour or so, they devoured the magnificent lunch that they had brought along. After lunch, Jack filled several of the large plastic gallon jugs with water. By the time he finished, Jill was lying among the trees, taking a nap. Jack gazed down at Jill’s sleeping face, then unzipped his knapsack and withdrew four long, soft ropes. Silently, he tied the ropes to four of the trees that surrounded Jill. As gently as he could, he tied each of Jill’s wrists to one of the trees.

As she awakened, Jill was aware of Jack tying a rope to one of her ankles.

“Jack, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m getting ready to have some fun. As you can see, you’re almost completely helpless, tied hand and foot and so beautiful.”

“Jack, don’t be ridiculous,” she said. She had never been in such a situation before and she felt she should protest loudly. “Untie me this instant,” she said, knowing what he had in mind. Being tied and helpless was making her very wet between her legs.

Jack finished tying one of her ankles. Then he reached up and ran his finger through the furry patch between Jill’s legs. “You tell me to untie you, but you’re soaking wet. Soon you’ll see that you have no choice and you’ll have to lie back and enjoy it.”

He took Jill’s other ankle and tied it to the fourth rope. When he was finished, he stood up and looked down.

“It excites me to see you so wide open for me. I love feeling that I can do anything I want to your luscious body.”

Jill did indeed have a beautiful body. Her breasts were full and round, pulled up by the stretching of her arms over her head. Her bush was blond and matched her short blond hair. Her large moss-green eyes just looked at Jack and her tiny pink tongue licked her full red lips.

“You can’t mean this, Jack,” she said, hoping that he did mean all of it.

Jack said nothing as he walked over to the water jugs. Jill loved watching him walk. His ass was small and tight, below his broad shoulders and massive back. His arms and legs were well muscled from the many outdoor activities he enjoyed. His brown hair was shoulder-length and had a few sun-bleached blond streaks.

Jill couldn’t remember ever being so excited. Jack returned with one of the plastic water jugs and a small nail. He took another rope and suspended the water jug between two branches so it hung over Jill’s naked body. Then he used the nail to poke a small hole in the plastic.

He adjusted the bottle until a tiny stream of icy water began to fall on Jill’s right nipple. Jack walked around to her left side and took her left nipple in his mouth, it was already hard from the effect of the cold water. He sucked while the cold water dripped on Jill’s other breast. The combination of cold and warmth was driving Jill crazy.

Jack leaned forward and caught the stream in his mouth. He filled his mouth with icy water and then wrapped his lips around Jill’s nipple. Icy water caressed her hot, swollen breast.

“Jack,” she said, “you’re driving me crazy. Untie me and then we can make love.”

“Not yet, darling. Not for quite a while, I have a few more surprises for you.”

“But I want you now,” she begged.

Jack looked at her and smiled. “From what I see,” he said, looking at the ropes that held her spread-eagled, “you have very little choice.”

He stood up and momentarily stopped the stream of water. Jill sighed, glad that Jack was done playing.