The Head Boy and Cinderella

A silly, vanilla yarn for the pantomime season with fairy tales and schoolboy dreams.

It was the end of term and Thomas Bainbridge, the Head Boy of St Boniface College was returning to his family’s ancestral home for Christmas.
Baynbridge Hall was, what the English would call, a “country pile”, in the midst of an extensive estate, complete with a deer park, ornamental lakes, it’s own stables and more than thirty staff.

The servants all gave Young Master Thomas a warm welcome. However, his family were far too busy for such trivialities and set him straight to work organising the events of the day.
They weren’t being rude.
They were just fully focussed on organising one of the most important engagements of the year – the Baynbridge Pantomime.

Many would regard the show as an example of “noblesse oblige”. A privileged family doing something for the benefit of the local community.
Others though, might consider it to be no more than showing off and reminding the villagers of their inferior place in the social order.
Nevertheless the Pantomime was a much loved part of local tradition. The family would invite local players to put on a festive show in the Hall’s ballroom.
The audience would be mostly made up of the Bainbridges’ overtaxed tenants and underpaid staff, along with their excited children. In addition, the family would display their generosity by inviting other local youngsters, who had had the great misfortune to be born into the working classes.

There was a lot to do, but after a day of moving the furniture, setting out the food, testing the staging and hiding the valuables, it was finally time for the assembled masses to enjoy the show.
Naturally Thomas and his family sat in the front row.
In accordance with tradition this year’s Pantomime was based on a familiar fairy tale – Cinderella.
As Thomas watched the amateur actors entertain the crowd he took a moment to reflect on his position.

Was he really amused by the (male) Pantomime dames playing the ugly sisters?
“Oh no he wasn’t!”
Was he impressed by the Fairy Godmother’s magic?
“Oh no he wasn’t!”
Was he enraptured by the beautiful young actress, playing the leading role?
“Oh yes he was!!”

She was a gorgeous little teenage blonde.
She had a rustic beauty – even when wearing the rags and tattered skirt of a servant in her wicked step mother’s house.
And she looked devine when she went to the ball in her beautiful blue gown displaying an hourglass figure that was a sight to behold. He was sure there had to be some corsetry involved!

Thomas was anxious to make the actress’s acquaintance after the final curtain. However, once again, duty called, and he had use his charm to bid the family’s visitors a merry farewell, whilst trying to hurry them off the premises and make sure they hadn’t taken any of the family silver with them.

Unfortunately, many of the tenants and villagers didn’t “hurry along. They were far too keen to make a good impression with the Young Master, in the hope of winning his favour.
They took so long to leave that there was no time for Thomas to make a good impression with the young girl or win her favour.

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It has been a long day and Thomas retired to his bed early.
He lay there recounting the show and fantasizing about the girl who had played Cinderella.

He was soon asleep and dreaming that he was at the ball. He was Prince Charming meeting a host of young lovelies all of whom were desperate to be his bride. Eventually he met the fairest of them all. A shapely young blonde in a blue ballgown.
She said that she had never danced before, but she moved like an angel. She felt so light in his arms,yet held him as though she would let go.

Other girls tried to take catch his eye and take a turn as his dance partner, but they had no chance. The Prince had found his true love. He led her to the balcony where he kissed her for the first time. She reached up and embraced him, pulling his lips down to meet her own and returning his kiss with equal passion.

She smiled as he scooped her up in his strong, manly arms and carried her to his bed chamber. She had never been alone like this with a man before.
“Don’t we need some wine?” she asked.

“Why do we need wine?”

“Well you do want to make love to me, don’t you? Whenever my sisters spend the night with a boy they have to get him drunk first.”

He chuckled, “A pretty girl like you doesn’t need to get a man drunk.”

He took the young girl in his arms, kissing her once more. He took off her dress, unzipping it from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, before peeling it off her lithe little body.
She was even more perfect than he had hoped.
She wasn’t wearing a corset – her hourglass figure was all her own. A miraculous combination of curves coming together to delight his male gaze.

She was naked save for her white stockings and matching white underwear. Her brassiere and panties were so delicate and transparent that they might have been made out of glass.

The prince quickly cast off his own clothes, stripping to his underwear and taking his true love to his bed.
“You haven’t been with a man before have you?” he enquired.

“No Sir, but I already know that you are the only man that I shall ever want to be with. My Prince. My love.”

He unhooked her glass-like bra, baring her breasts. He had never seen better. Soft and tempting as ice cream topped nipples as delicious as raspberries.
They were just the right size and molded perfectly into his hands and mouth.

She moaned in pleasure at his touch and ground her crotch against him, asking for more.
And the Prince was ready to give her much, much more…

He slipped her flimsy knickers down to her knees and she readily kicked them off, opening her legs and offering herself.
He kissed her sex, licking her pussy. It tasted as good as champagne.
He teased her clit, but the girl was impatient.
“Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me now I beg you.”

She didn’t need to beg.
The Prince’s cock was more than ready. He positioned himself on top of her, shifting his groin above hers and lining himself up to penetrate her virgin cunt. Pushing gently against those moist and welcoming lips when….

Bong!!!

The girl squealed.

Bong!!

She pushed him away.

Bong!!

She fled from the bed chamber, gathering her clothes as she ran.

Bong!!

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Thomas awoke.
He had forgotten how loudly the famous timepiece in Baynbridge Hall’s clocktower chimed the hour. It wasn’t quite as sonorous as London’s Big Ben, but it wasn’t called “Big Bayn” for nothing!

The ball might have been simply a dream but his throbbing erection was very very real. The Young Master reached for one of the electronic buttons beside his bed.

In an instant, Estelle, the nubile, young parlour maid was alerted by the call-bell in her room.

She was pleased to see that it was Young Master Thomas that required her service. He was far more gentle than his father and he rewarded her well.
She had been hoping he would call and had already picked out his favourite white silk night dress, just in case . The gown was far too good for a servant girl, really.
She checked her look in the mirror. Combed her long dark hair, tweaked her nipples until they were visible through the silk and set off for his chambers.

The Young Master was delighted to see her so promptly, in the nightie he had bought for her that summer. It’s daring neckline hinted at the delights of her bosom, cradled within its snug bodice. He noted the hard nipples begging for release – the December air must be colder than he thought!
She treated him to twirl, making the knee length skirt swirl about her pretty legs and remind him of the swell of her bubble butt.

“Good evening Estelle,” he bade her, “I trust you are well. I haven’t had the pleasure of your company for some time.”

“Two months and seventeen days exactly Sir.” She had been counting. “I am very well, Sir. How may I be of service to you, this evening?”

Thomas had no doubt that his devoted maid would provide whatever service he desired – spanking, wanking, sucking, fucking, oral, anal or cunt in any position he liked; but it had been a long day, so he chose to make Estelle do all the work.
He pushed the bed sheet off his body.
“Just your mouth on my cock, Estelle.”

“Yes Sir, it’s a good job I didn’t eat too much for supper,” she joked at the sight of his massive erection.

She went straight to work like a cock-hungry young wench. Licking the balls, sucking on them gently, giving Thomas pleasures that none of his other lovers had ever inspired.
He knew little of Estelle’s background. She had grown up in Paris and joined his household after coming to England in the spring. If they taught all French girls to please men so exquisitely, then he would be hiring a score of them once he was Master of the house!

She moved onto his cock, kissing and licking from stem to tip, circling the head and taking it between her lips, but no further.
She kept him in suspense, edging him, wanking him with her mouth until the moment of her choosing.
She took him further, deeper, driving him to his climax.
He held on for as long as he could, but he couldn’t last. Once his dam was burst Estelle swallowed all that he had to give
Balls deep, his sack against her chin and his cockhead down her throat, he released his spunk into the depths of her body.
A body simply made for sex.

It was the work of a moment, but Master Thomas would never forget it. They arranged to meet again, in the stables the next day. He told her that there was a frisky, young Gallic filly that he was keen to saddle. She suggested that he might want to take his riding crop…

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With his balls well and truly drained, Thomas soon fell asleep once more.

Remarkably, he returned to the same dream.
The Prince had been deserted by his beautiful young lover and he didn’t even know her name.
He had to see her again.
If only there were a clue to her identity…

Maybe there was.
She had run away so quickly that she had left something behind. It wasn’t her glass slipper. It was her glass-like bra, delicate and see through.

He ordered a proclamation to be posted throughout the land.
“Whomsoever this bra shall fit, shall surely be my wife,” declared the big bold letters at the top of the poster.
“Terms and conditions apply,” added the small print below.

Well, every girl dreams of being a princess, don’t they!

The Palace’s ballroom )which looked just like the one at Baynbridge Hall) was soon filled with excited young lovlies all hoping to capture the Prince’s hand in marriage.

Every one of them was beautiful and all the prettiest students from Boniface College were there.

The Prince told them all to take off their tops and strip to the waist.
There were gasps of surprise, but how else were they going to try on the bra?

He was treated to a festival of breasts, wall to wall tits. A multitude of nipples that a man would rarely see outside of a Soho Club. But unlike the girls at those seedy venues these young hopefuls were allowed to move, making their boobs bounce and swing as nature intended.

The topless teens were presented to the Prince in turn.
Some were shy or flat chested. They had obviously been forced to attend by pushy parents and were neither eager nor buxom enough to be the girl he had met at the ball. Nevertheless, he was polite and thanked them for coming, telling them all that they were very beautiful young ladies, whether he believed it or not.

Others were “gold digging” young doxies. Dancers, artists models and tarts who were used to baring their bodies for money. They flaunted their breasts shamelessly and did all they could to make the bra fit their curves. The Prince was greatly aroused by their show, but despite the effect they were having on his cock, he sent them on their way. The girl he was looking for, wasn’t amongst them.

However some lucky girls were the perfect size and the brassiere held their tits beautifully.
Every time this happened the crowd held their breath in excitement.
Maybe she was the one.
Maybe she would be the Prince’s bride.
However, being a perfect fit wasn’t enough.
There was “the smallprint”, “terms and conditions applied” – there was a physical examination and sadly, none of the young ladies passed the Prince’s test.
He hadn’t found his true love. All the girls had bared their breasts in vain and the day was almost done when two large, loud, ugly sisters rushed into the room, followed by their maid.

“We’re not too late are we?” They asked pulling down their dresses. “Give me my bra. How careless of me to leave it behind,” shouted the older one.

The Prince couldn’t bear to look as they took turns to try to get their saggy, warty old tits into the delicate garment. No man would want to look at either of them in see through underwear.

Despite the sisters’ protests, it was obvious that neither of them were the true love he was seeking.

“Why don’t you try?” he asked the young maid waiting for them by the exit.

“What her?” the sisters laughed at the ragged girl.
“She doesn’t even own a bra.”
“Can’t afford one.”
“She’s no princess!”

Nevertheless, the Prince called her forward and helped her lower her dress.
She may not have had a bra, but she did need one and the glasslike garment he had found in his bedroom fitted her every curve and contour to perfection.

Was she the one?

He unhooked the brassiere to inspect her beautiful breasts. He inspected them closely. They were exactly what he was looking for. Soft and creamy as ice cream with raspberry nipples.

It had to be her

He was delighted when he took those tits into his hands and his mouth, finding them to be a perfect fit once more. He was sure he had found his bride, but there was still one more thing he had to check.

He couldn’t wait!

He pushed her dress to the floor and was greeted by the most wondrous discovery.
The girl was wearing the white see-through knickers that matched the bra. The very underwear that she had worn on the night of the ball.
He didn’t hesitate.
He pulled them aside, baring her damp slit and licked its length.
The taste was unmistakable – still better than champagne.

He wanted her and he wasn’t going to waste a second.
Who knew when the clock might chime!

The Prince took his love in his arms and carried her to his throne, placing her gently onto its plush cushions.
She raised her legs over the arms, stretching them wide apart, offering herself to him, once more.

Just like last time he placed his cock between her pussy lips and eased his way in.
Her walls gripped him and welcomed him, feeling every bump as ridge as he buried himself within her warm, wet sex.

They fucked with the urgency and passion of long lost lovers. Coming together and lusting for more.
The girl had never been so filled or fulfilled in her live and that life was about to change for ever…
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Prince Charming & Princess Cinderella were married within days and (because it was a fairy tale) they all lived happily ever after – well actually that wasn’t quite true!
The Royal couple, lived and loved and fucked happily ever after, but the wicked step mother and the ugly sisters were not so lucky. They were never allowed to visit the palace or see the Royal Princess ever again.

They were a part of the wedding procession though. They followed the newlyweds’ horse drawn carriage through the entire ceremonial route – carrying buckets and clearing the streets of whatever they horses had left behind…

The end
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Finished at last. I warned you it was going to be silly and vanilla. I hope it was still fun.

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