Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden who knew nothing about the birds and the bees. That sounds like the beginning of a fairy tale, but then fairy tales are about fantasy like this story, at least in the beginning.

We all know about Grimms' "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." Well, we know the traditional version. Who among us can't imagine that Snow White wasn't so snowy white after all, and that she didn't have some secrets of her relationships with Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, and Dopey. I mean, all seven dwarfs were guys with the same urges as the men in this story. As for Miss White, let's not accept Disney's version of her. After all, she had a serious relationship with the charming Prince. Clearly, she was having the desires of an older girl, say a sixteen-year-old young woman.

This story only suggests the possibility that she wasn't as pure as we were led to believe. That is also true when we were given the myth that babies were delivered by storks. I just never asked where they got the kids. Talk about being naïve, that would be me when I was younger.

So, back then, I believed in storks, purity, and the Easter Bunny. At sixteen, fairy tales became fantasies of a different kind. I still wanted to be a princess and "the fairest one of them all," but thought of the charming prince as a guy with a handsome cock.

My first "Prince" was Devin. We kissed on our second date. By the fourth date, I let him touch my tits. He helped me off with my blouse but had no idea how to remove my bra. So, he fumbled for a couple of minutes before I finally helped him with the clasps. He thought my tits were fantastic and couldn't stop playing with them like a juggler. On the next date, he wanted to suck my nipples. I wanted it too.

I was beginning to feel like a woman, but my breasts were still in the adolescent stage. That changed by the time I was eighteen and the boys noticed. I dated lots of guys, and they didn't ask about touching my sensitive places. I got felt up everywhere, including my first finger fucking. It was the first time I gave a guy a hand job. I got a gooey, sticky, slimy mess all over my skirt, and it was hard to hide from my mom. I said it was ice cream.

All of this made me feel like an adult, and I wanted more. Vince gave me more. Like many of my girlfriends, our dates ended with a fuck in the back seat of his car.

I hooked up with Mack in college. He was a senior when I was a sophomore and taught me how to give a really good blowjob, even deep throat. He left school the next year, leaving me to have occasional flings, sometimes even with a professor. However, as a senior, I met Brandon, who had a trophy-sized cock and boy, could he eat pussy. He gave me many, many orgasms even before he slipped this magnificent meat inside my super wet cunt, always ending in an earth-shattering climax.

After graduation, I married Adam, a preacher's son. I thought it would give me my purity back. It did for most of the time that we were married because the little sex we had was of the vanilla kind. At thirty, I got the itch again. Adam caught me fucking his best friend in the church vestry. Needless to say, our marriage didn't last much longer. I was single again at thirty-one.

So that's where I've been, with no intention of staying snowy white.

*****

I had been active in the church bible study group for years and made many friends, both male and female. Every so often, the women would meet for lunch and gossip like women are prone to do. That's not to say men don't gossip; their gossip is about their golf game. Ours turned to exchanging rumors.

I had been divorced for three or four months when Marta asked if I had been getting any. I asked, "Getting any what?" The other women giggled because they all knew what Marta was asking.

"Look, you need a primer on being a single woman," Marta said. "I have just the thing for you, and she gave me a paperback book called "Secrets Untold," with a cover featuring an exceedingly handsome man in a tuxedo and a woman with curves and cleavage standing at his side. I read it that night, masturbating on nearly every page.

At our next luncheon, I said the book didn't fit with our bible study, but it gave some nice ideas on living a full and adventurous life. It turned out, everyone had read it and agreed.

"So," I asked, "are you ladies living a full and adventurous life?" To a woman, all agreed they were not. Ï asked, "How do we change that?"

Someone said, "It looks like we need some excitement in our lives," leaving us to discuss how to add excitement in our lives.

Emily told us that her favorite chapter was on sexual enhancements. "You mean sex toys, Emily," Sara clarified. Sara went on to admit she had gone out and bought the one that the protagonist described in the book. The other women reluctantly said they also owned sex toys for the days when they needed some enrichment that they weren't getting in bed.

I mentioned that before divorcing Adam, I had a butt plug that I used to enrich the tepid sex I had with him. In fact, I was wearing it on the afternoon of my affair in the vestry. I guess that's what encouraged him to do me anal.

It was Ashley who suggested we have a toy exchange. So, every week we did a round-robin with our toys. I loved Marta's beads. I used them in my cunt and one time stuffed them in my ass. One day I went to work with the whole string of seven beads deep in my pussy. I had to wear tight panties to keep them from slipping out. Wow, now that was a day!

The toy exchange lasted for two months before Marta said, "Let's post our nude pictures on the Internet and each of you can decide how erotic you want yours to be." Everyone agreed.

The first picture was the six of us together nude, a picture taken by Ashley's father, who was an amateur photographer. We received moderate but positive replies on the picture. Most comments were directed at our fully developed boobs. All of us were under forty, so we had large, firm breasts, not too big, not too small, "just right" as one man wrote. None of them sagged, perfect for the porn site we posted them on. Each of us agreed that our pictures needed more "spice."

We decided to have individual pictures taken in the position of our choice. Teresa asked who would take the pictures?

"We can do it for each other on our cell phones!" Emily said. So, it was done.

Marta gave her pictures spice, seated naked in a beach chair, top on, bottom off, with her legs open. We all agreed it had spice, but she needed to shave her pussy for a better response. Teresa was more conservative, and her picture was from the side, showing her considerable boobs but no pussy. Emily was full frontal nude, revealing her shaved pussy and pierced nipples.

I bought the most erotic lingerie that I could find. The stockings were mesh with a crotchless thong and a nipple-open bra. I got eight out of ten stars. The comments were mostly from men wanting their cocks to complete the picture.

Sara, who was the most uninhibited of us, was very naughty. She was naked with a dildo in her pussy and a butt plug with a tail in her ass. Of course, they rated her ten out of ten. Her comment was, "Well, it is a porn site, after all."

Then there was Ashley, who had her father take a short video of her masturbating. Her comment was, "Well, I masturbate a lot and always wanted to share my pleasure with others. The truth is I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

When we heard what Ashley said, we all admitted to either wanting to or being exhibitionists. The difference was that Ashley was the only lesbian in our group.

So, it was Ashley who introduced the idea of "Pussy Buffet" night. We all needed her to explain what she had in mind.

"Well, ladies, your pictures have been driving me crazy. I know everyone isn't into this, but I want to eat out your lovely pussies, and maybe if you want, you can do the same for me."

Teresa objected and said we hadn't had sex with a woman, which wasn't exactly true. I, for instance, had a roommate who was AC/DC as she called herself. Whenever one of us felt the need, we went down on each other. She also had a large collection of sex toys, including a strap-on dong that we used in both our cunt and ass. It helped me get accustomed to the guys I dated that wanted anal sex, which meant most of them.

We all decided that "Pussy Buffet" night was optional, but everyone came, including Teresa. When I say everyone came, I really mean everyone came over and over again.

This is how Ashley organized her party. Of course, everyone had to undress. When we were naked, she served champagne to help us relax and get accustomed to being nude with each other. After we were feeling comfortable, she lined up five chairs and said she would test each of us for wetness. We sat with our legs spread as Ashley went from pussy to pussy licking, sucking, and fingering each of us. My God, she was good. Ashley spread my pussy lips, paying close attention to my clit, fingering me gently at first, then fast and rough. I came so hard I even squirted, something that was new for me. She announced that I was the wettest and won the first round. She took my place, and told me to do the same as she had done. I had no problem with the idea and ate my friends out, one by one. Ashley was the wettest, of course, but was disqualified. Marta won round two. So, it went on like that until each of us had a pussy meal.

We had a short rest, sipping more wine and telling Ashley it would be easy to become part of the lesbian scene. Before the party ended, Ashley had us lie down on our side in a circle, so that each of us had easy access to the cunt in front of us. I was doing Teresa, who seemed to have lost all of her inhibitions. Trust me when I say she was as wet as a juicy orange. Sara was eating me out on the other end, doing an expert job licking my cunt like a puppy dog.

The evening continued with more drinks and talk about how women know how to satisfy each other. I agreed without mentioning that I had a strong preference for a man's cock.

When the evening ended, all of us were drunk with lust. We had been overly stimulated. I was at a point ready to fuck the first male I could find, but none were readily available.

The next day, I did what I never thought was possible. I went online and found several men willing to meet me for sex. I chose Arthur, fifty-three, married twice, and looking for number three. We met at the local motel and fucked until dawn. He wasn't the best lover I've ever had or the worst, but it was the first time I got laid in months and had no idea how much I missed it.

At our next ladies' luncheon, we just whispered and giggled about the fantastic Pussy Buffet. We were ready for a new idea, and Sara said we needed a list of ideas. She gave each of us a slip of paper to write down the sexual fantasy of our dreams. Ashley opted out because she said we had already helped her realize her fantasy. The notes were collected and Sara sent each of us a list of our fantasies, no names attached.

Here is the list:

1.    Having a DP

2.    Gang bang

3.    Fucking a stranger

4.    Fucking a young man in his late teens

5.    Cuckold

I was number four, but any of the others would be good too. We agreed that after experiencing our dream fantasy, we would write a detailed account of our experience for everyone to read.

It was March, and we decided that our fantasy needed to happen before the end of the year. I wasn't going to wait because I knew just the boy I wanted. He was Terence, Marta's seventeen-year-old son. Terence was shy and seemed almost effeminate. For me, that was part of his attraction. He had taught us how to post pictures on the Internet, so he knew something about our projects. I asked Marta what she thought about my hooking up with Terence. She thought it would do him some good. "I'll tell him there is a lady in our group who likes him."

"Isn't that kind of vague?"

"Yes, but he is a curious kid and always asks questions. He'll eventually get the idea."

Terence came over to my house to mow the lawn on a Saturday afternoon in April. I dressed seductively, showing massive cleavage, and invited him in for a Coke. The lawn would have to wait.

We chatted for a while, bending over whenever possible to give him the best possible view. I moved things along, sitting close to him with my hand on his thigh. He wore shorts, so it was easy to see the bulge rising as I had hoped.

I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said no. I asked if he masturbated. He said sometimes. I asked if he would do it for me. He said no. I asked if he would like to see me masturbate. He hemmed and hawed for a long minute, then said OK.

I took him to the bedroom and took off my blouse and bra. "What do you think, Terrence?" I asked. He said I was very pretty. "Would you like to touch my tits?" He nodded and put his hand on my left breast.

"Terence, they come as a pair. Don't ignore the other one." When he was feeling both tits, I asked him to kiss and suck them. He was catching on fast, sucking my nipples until they were erect.

"Take off your pants and let me see your stiffy." His cock sprang out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box. "It is so beautiful. Let me kiss it." I did more than kiss it and had it down my throat before he could object.

"I think we need to get naked for this, Terence. Help me off with my skirt." When we were both naked, I asked him to kiss my pussy. Then I showed him how I please myself.

"Kiss me down there, Terence. A girl likes to be licked and sucked on her pussy." He did what I wanted and showed him the button that turns girls on.

I was wet, and he was hard. It was time. "Fuck me, Terence. Fuck me." I laid back with my legs spread, and he mounted me unsure how to get it in. I helped him find the place. He went in, and then nature took its course. He only lasted three or four strokes and filled my insides with a gusher of cum.

"That was nice, Terence. When you recover, we'll do it another way."

It didn't take long before he was hard again, and I was on my hands and knees showing him how to do it doggie. Terence had an average-size cock, but his balls were large and hung low. I loved feeling his balls bouncing on my backside as he pounded into me. His vigorous thrusting was what you would expect from a horny teenage boy who is filled with lust and desire. He lasted longer this time, but not long enough for me to have an orgasm.

For the next hour, we talked about school and what he wanted to do after graduation. When he was ready again, I sat on top of him doing it cowgirl. He told me how much he liked that position, watching my boobs bounce. I told him I liked it because it let me be in control. At last, I had an orgasm, and he came for a third time. The most amazing thing was he had more cum to give even then.

When he left, I told him that he was welcome anytime, and as it turned out, he was my lover all summer long.

What you read above is what I sent to my girlfriends. They loved it. Now I waited for their stories.

Emily wrote about her cuckold night. She said it took a lot of discussion and arguments with her husband, but he finally asked a friend, Ronnie, to join them. Ronnie was in his twenties and lived with his girlfriend not far from Emily and her husband. The night began by socializing as if the evening was nothing out of the ordinary. Emily excused herself and went to the bedroom to change into sizzling lingerie that provoked instant hard-ons on both men as they accompanied her to the bedroom.

Emily said it was an OK fuck, but the best part was it broke up the routine with her husband of doing the "same old, same old" night after night. There was one more thing she wrote. "When my husband had his turn, it was the best fuck we had in years!"

Sara wanted a gang bang, and I had no idea how she would arrange it. "It was easy," she said. "All I did was wear a sexy outfit to a staff meeting at my house. "Accidentally," she wrote, "there was a photo album lying on the coffee table with naked pictures of me posing in a variety of erotic ways. I explained to everyone that they had been taken years ago when I was in college after a drinking party. I was young and foolish, willing to do anything to impress the guys.

"Everyone agreed that they were nice, but Danny said we should see how I looked now as a mature and experienced lady. Some in the group laughed as if it were a joke. Well, one thing led to another, and the 'joke' turned serious. Before long, we were in my bedroom tearing off my clothes. They asked if I had condoms. I said there was no need and would be happy to feel their cum shooting inside me. I had four men that night and wish there were more. You haven't lived, ladies, until you get fucked by four hungry cocks, one after another with no rest in between."

It wasn't until September that Marta had her DP. She hadn't planned it, but her husband brought up the idea one night after they had a salacious night fucking anally. He asked if she would like to try a DP. "What's a DP?" Marta asked. He told her how one cock would be in her cunt, a second cock in her ass.

"At the same time?" she asked.

"At the same time, dear. DP means double penetration."

A week later, she agreed to do it as long as it was with the next-door neighbor, who she thought had bedroom eyes.

The night her son, Terence, was at a campout, the three of them worked out a plan where Marta would start by giving both men blow jobs. Then each had a turn at eating her neatly shaved pussy. The preliminaries took less than an hour before her husband said she needed a warmup and plunged a dildo in her ass. She explained that was normal for them in preparation for anal sex.

Following the warmup, she sat on her husband in reverse cowgirl style with his rigid cock in her ass and her legs wide open. A minute later, their neighbor penetrated her pussy.

They played that way until both men filled her with their greedy cum. But that didn't end it. When everyone was willing and able, they did it doggie, then later missionary with her legs over her head.

"You know," she wrote, "it was everything I wanted and totally fulfilled my fantasy. I think we will probably do it again but with a different third."

Finally, Teresa wrote a description of fucking a stranger. We were all surprised that she acted on her fantasy, but she went online and hooked up with a guy twenty miles away. It happened at his apartment on a wintery night that lasted until morning. A snowstorm that night buried her car, so she stayed the next day and the next night. They had sex in every way imaginable for the entire time. Teresa wrote details of all of them. Apparently, Teresa was no longer the wallflower we had imagined.

Oh, by the way, my name is Eve. You might remember my husband, Adam. Yes, that Adam who caused all the fuss about eating an apple. I have a feeling it wasn't an apple he ate. Anyway, I suppose that's why I indulge in what people say is forbidden fruit. Let me explain.

After my girlfriends and I had completed our fantasies, I went off the deep end and looked to pleasure more boys. It wasn't difficult. They all wanted to mow my lawn. Billy was eighteen and hung. His father was a banker who gave Billy a Lexus to drive on his sixteenth birthday. I didn't ask for money, but he always brought me a small gift like chocolates, perfume, or a bottle of wine. I missed him when he graduated and went to Harvard.

Jacob was sixteen and scared to death at first, then cried like a baby after shooting a stream of cum inside me. Mark was seventeen and macho. He said he had fucked half the girls at school, and I believed him.

My reputation eventually caught up to me, and I lost many of my friends. I just couldn't stop satisfying myself with those hard young cocks. I guess you could say I craved their urgent and passionate desires like an addiction.

It was time to leave for greener pastures. A website advertised for a school secretary in Reno, Nevada. All I knew about Reno was that it is the "Divorce Capital of the World," and it was close to Las Vegas and Lake Tahoe. It sounded so exciting, and as you might imagine, I couldn't pass up an opportunity at a high school. So, I moved to Nevada and found a small flat in a clean and inexpensive rooming house not far from the high school.

The owner was Mabel, a sweet old lady who lived in a suite above the rooms. I had been there almost a month when, after having a one-night stand with a math teacher, Mabel asked me to join her for a drink. I was nervous thinking she would be asking me to leave. She hadn't mentioned that her rooming house had a reputation to maintain and men were not allowed in the rooms. The thing was, I had seen men at all times of the day, but I wasn't sure they went to the rooms.

We met at Josephine's Tavern, and Mabel was on a first-name basis with everyone there. I ordered a gin and tonic. Mabel ordered tea. She asked me where I came from and if I was married. She was a good listener and easy to talk with. Eventually, I told her my whole story.

I was on my third G&T when Mabel asked me if I wanted to earn a little extra money.

"I know, Eve," she said, "that the school doesn't pay much, and you are so pretty you would fit in perfectly with the other girls."

"The other girls?" She said it as if they were her children.

"How do you mean, the other girls? I hardly ever see the other women."

"Yes, Eve, that's the way I want it. I don't like my girls to attract attention when they bring men to their rooms."

"Do they do it often?" I asked.

"I encourage it, Eve."

"Oh!" I blurted out.

"So, you see, Eve, we've had teachers, cashiers, waitresses, casino dealers, and secretaries like you as our hostesses. They work with me until they get their feet on the ground or get married. I help them the best I can, and they help me keep my business going.

"So, you're running a whorehouse. Is that right, Mabel?"

"Most people call it 'Mabel's,' short for Mabel's Place."

So that is how I became a whore at Mabel's bordello and quit my job at the school. My clientele included the high school principal, tourists, locals, and sometimes women, making me the best-paid girl at Mabel's. High school and college boys were always my favorite. I continued to have a craving for young cock long after I started at Mabel's.

Five years later, Mabel's Place had been expanded to include 20 rooms. When I turned forty, Mabel sold the Place to me and moved to Omaha to live with her son. I never had a problem finding girls to service my clients. Some were college girls; some were women looking for a job; and some were wives from the surrounding towns. I never changed the name. It was always Mabel's Place.

So now, I hope you believe in fairy tales, at least this one.