The Little Girl and the Fairytales

-by Alvo Torelli, October, 2021

(If you haven't read Parts 1, 2, or 3, please go here first )

Part 4: An Unexpected Guest Changes Everything

As she slowly comes awake Wednesday morning, Crystal can’t quite shake her dream. The Big Bad Wolf has such big teeth… She snaps awake. How much was a dream? She rolls to reach for her glasses on the nightstand. Oh! Her shoulders. They're sore. She pushes her covers away to discover that she’s naked – and one of daddy’s silk ties is hanging half off her bed. What’s this bottle of clear gel next to her? Lubricant? Wait, there’s something on her thighs, crusty and itchy. It’s that stuff that comes out of daddy’s… It all rushes back into her young brain at once: teasing daddy, the wolf, being caught and bound, getting fucked, swallowing cum, getting fucked again… No, getting ridden hard, so hard, so many times. Little Red Ridden Hard. She blushes at the humiliating name. But she remembers the incredible thrill, the amazing orgasms, the love she felt for and from her daddy, the Big Bad Wolf.

Crystal swings her legs out of bed and nearly falls as she stands. Every muscle from her stomach to her knees is sore, every joint is rubber. Oh, gosh, the wolf really did ride her hard. She has to sit back down. And why is her back itchy? She twists around, trying to scratch her back on both sides of her spine.

AJ wakes up groggy on Wednesday morning. He smells coffee and hears his wife in the kitchen down the hall. Then it all comes back to him. He bolts out of bed. Crystal! His baby. His gorgeous princess. God, he fucked her so hard, for so long! Did he hurt her? Is she okay?

“Crystal! Get up, lazy head. Breakfast in fifteen minutes!” Mommy yells from the kitchen. “AJ! You too. Please make sure Crystal’s up!”

AJ practically jumps into sweat pants and makes a dash for Crystal’s room. He closes her door and sits beside her on her bed. “Princess, are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m…, I’m fine, Daddy. I’m just…, I’m sore! All my muscles, and…” She squirms. “And I’m itchy!”

“Oh god, baby, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you… you know… down there?”

“No! Daddy. I’m fine… down there. It’s just all my muscles and joints. Please, scratch my back!”

AJ turns Crystal and scratches along her spine. Her back is oddly warm. Another spasm of guilt courses through him as he remembers binding her arms tight behind her back. That must have chafed her back. “God, Princess, I’m so sorry! I just… I got carried away by our fairytale.” He can’t see Crystal’s eyes flare at the mention of ‘their fairytale.’

Crystal turns back to her daddy and bites her little lip. Then she raises her eyes to his face. Without warning, she throws her little hands around his neck, pulls herself into his lap, straddling him, and pulls him tight for a passionate kiss.

AJ is shocked for a moment, then relief floods over him. He pulls Crystal to his chest and kisses her back, running his fingers through her messy red hair. He doesn’t want to let go of her when she tries to pull back, but he does.

“You know, Daddy,” the little girl says, using her most coercing, little girl voice, the one she knows her daddy can’t resist, “they say that the best way to get over sore muscles is to exercise them again, right away.”

AJ blanches. “Crystal!” he hisses, “we can’t!” But AJ can't deny, even to himself, that he wants to. How does she do this to him? It's like she has some kind of magical attraction.

“But Daddy,” she whispers back. “I’m ready, and…,” she glances down between her legs to where her father’s cock is visibly pushing the cloth of his sweat pants up into her small pussy, “and you’re ready too. Can’t we finish our fairytale? Please! Doesn’t the Big Bad Wolf want to play?”

“Crystal! No, we can’t…” But AJ is no match for the preteen vixen. He doesn’t have the strength to stop her from reaching down and popping his erection out of the loose top of his pants. Her touch brings a groan to his lips. His hands drop from her shoulders down to her small ass as she lifts herself up to get her tiny opening into position. “Oh, god, baby, we shouldn’t…” he groans. But he grasps her ass harder and pulls her up, then forward. Already trembling with excitement, AJ gets his little daughter’s position just right.

“Oh! Daddy, Mr. Wolf! Ohhhhhh!” Crystal hisses softly as she pulls the head of his cock in between her nether lips. She lets him rock her hips to stroke the big bulb through her delicate vulva. Her cunny is already flooding and AJ’s cock spreads her copious juices around. Clearly, she doesn't need the bottle of lube that still lays in the middle of her bed. She's more than ready for her daddy to pull her down onto his cock and fill her up again.

“Princess, baby, oh, we…, damn…, Little Red, yes, yes! Growwwrr!” The warm, tight, familiar embrace of Crystal’s nine-year-old cunt is almost more than AJ can handle. How does she do this to him? Why can’t he resist her? What is her magic?

Crystal takes over. She clutches daddy’s shoulders and drapes her thin arms down his chest. She uses her knees to propel herself up, then back down. Daddy guides her little ass, but he lets her have her way. He lets her fuck herself on his big cock. Faster and faster. Her eyes close, she bites her lips, she gives out little snorts through her nose as she pumps up and down on the wolf’s cock. Tiny moans of pleasure escape from her mouth.

AJ is filled with amazement and excitement. His little Princess climbs towards another orgasm at a dizzying speed. No wonder she likes to fuck so much! She’s insatiable. She’s perfect. She’s impossible to resist. He takes some of her weight in his big hands. He helps her speed up. Oh, god, is it possible that he’s somehow thrusting deeper inside her than ever? It can’t be. It must be an illusion of their position? But there’s no denying the intensity, for either of them! In two scant minutes, she's already almost there. Her little moans get more and more intense. Crystal starts to shiver and her fingers dig into his shoulders painfully.

“Crystal! If I have to come in and get you, you’re going to be very sorry, young lady!” Mommy yells from just the other side of the door. “Are you ready? Do I have to come in there?”

The little girl’s eyes flare and her back arches like a bow. Climax floods her every neuron with inescapable, tormenting pleasure. Her voice is strangled as she yells out, “No-o-ooo, no, Mommy! I’m…, I’m not dressed. You can’t come…, aghh…, you can’t come in!”

With his wife just the other side of the door, it takes everything AJ has not to moan out loud as his cock performs another miracle. He shouldn’t be able to do it, but he does. His own, huge orgasm hits. He fills Crystal’s child-womb with a flood of hot, thick semen.

“Whatever, Crissy! You’ve got exactly five minutes or I’m coming in there whether you like it or not.”

Crystal collapses onto her daddy, pressing her face into his chest and breathing like a sprinter. She continues to tremble uncontrollably for several more seconds. Her cunny continues to ripple and grasp at AJ's happy erection.

In that perfect moment, AJ has never felt closer to anyone than he feels towards his only preteen daughter. His little girl is perfection. He strokes her back, surprised to note how the skin is still warm on each side of her spine. She must have expended even more energy than he thought. He looks down at her. If he didn't know better he'd say she was glowing!

AJ knows there isn’t time for this wonderful after-glow, no matter how much they both desperately want it. They just came so near to getting caught again! He’s got to get out of her room without being spotted. Crystal needs to come down from her high and get ready for school! But oh, fuck, what he wants is to stay with her, stay inside her, get hard again, ride her until she screams again. What he has to do instead is to set her down on her feet with hurried, frantic whispers to pull herself together and get dressed.

Breakfast is half cold by the time AJ and Crystal make their tardy appearances. Mommy is too annoyed to speak. By the time they wolf down their eggs and Crystal remembers to feed the family’s dog, Perseus, Crystal has missed her school bus. AJ ends up late for work when Mommy storms out and he has to drive Crystal to school. But he doesn’t care. The two of them hold hands all the way and it’s almost more than AJ can do to let go of her. As soon as she's gone he starts thinking of new fairytales he can tell her if ever he can have her to himself again.

But it’s unlikely AJ will have another chance to be alone with his precious daughter for some time. He knows his wife’s big deadline is today. She’ll certainly be around much more for the next few months – until the next deadline looms. He sighs as he heads to a long, frustrating day of work, where he relives every moment of his experiences with his gorgeous daughter, over and over. If only they could have more time alone! He can’t see how it’s possible – but still, just in case, he takes off an hour early from work to have enough time for a stop at a certain shop he’s heard about.

It was almost as if AJ knew, somehow, about the impossible, magical changes that were about to take place.

AJ picks Crystal up from after-school and they drive home in uncomfortable silence as once again they are both uncertain about what is happening between them. But they don’t have long to wallow. Mommy is home unexpectedly early. Mommy is cooking! Mommy never cooks. And even stranger, Mommy has a friend over for dinner with the family.

“AJ, Crystal, this my coworker Amethyst.” Mommy does introductions. She doesn’t give a word of explanation why she’s suddenly brought someone home for dinner.

AJ tries not to stare at his wife’s friend, but Crystal, with the innocence of youth, gawks and asks, “Are…, are you…, some kind of…, fairy?”

“Oh, jeez, I’m sorry, ah, Miss,” AJ says. “Crystal’s just really into fairytales right now.” He blushes at what he’s desperately blurted out. “I mean…” He trails off, knowing he’s only making things worse. Thank goodness the woman just gives a little smile and doesn’t seem to be offended or suspicious. Mommy is oblivious to the entire exchange.

Crystal’s fairy question wasn’t as strange as it seemed. The young woman standing in the kitchen is slim and tiny. She has bright purple, shoulder-length hair and matching purple lipstick and eyeshadow. She’s almost childish – and yet the penetrating gaze she briefly levels on AJ is intense. Damn, are her eyes light purple, or is that some kind of reflection from her hair and makeup? Her purple hair is striking, but it somehow works perfectly with a shiny black pantsuit that fits her like a glove – a garment she could wear to a corporate office or the toniest dance club. AJ realizes the woman is even smaller than he originally thought – her seductive, gleaming black leather boots, laced up the sides with purple laces - have nearly six-inch heels. She oozes sex, but AJ can’t decide if the remarkably attractive woman is thirty, twenty, or a precocious twelve!

“My friends call me Ames,” Amethyst says to Crystal in a tinkling, warm voice, ignoring the child’s question. She glances at AJ for a second and her ‘you too’ doesn’t need to be said. “You certainly have beautiful, long hair, Crystal!”

“Oh! Thank you! I like yours too.”

“You know, we have some time while your mommy makes dinner. Would you like me to braid your hair into pigtails? I have some ribbons that would look so pretty with your wonderful hair.” Amethyst rummages in a small black purse and comes out with a handful of long, thin, emerald green ribbons. “Do you like them?”

“Oh! Yes, please!” Without another squeal, the little girl runs off to her room to grab her favorite brush.

“You don’t mind, do you, AJ?” Amethyst asks coyly.

“Well, no, I…, I guess…,” is all AJ manages to say before his daughter is back, bouncing up and down in front of her new best friend.

Amethyst settles into a chair in the kitchen and Crystal kneels between her knees, facing away from her. Crystal nearly purrs as Amethyst expertly pulls the brush through her long ginger tresses. AJ settles into another chair, mesmerized by the scene. He's struck by how quickly Crystal has taken to the strange woman. The two look like they've known each other all their lives. They’re also both so beautiful that it takes his breath away and the gentle way Amethyst brushes through the child’s red hair is nearly erotic.

Amethyst deftly parts the long hair down the middle, separates one side into three hanks, and picks up a trio of long green ribbons, matching each to one of the thick hanks of hair. As she begins to braid, she asks, “So, you like fairytales, Crissy?”

Crystal blanches and glances at her daddy, blushing. She's innocent, but she's not stupid. "Uhm, yes," she answers politely.

Amethyst quickly braids the hair and ribbons, as if she's done it a million times before. The first braid lengthens to the side of Crystal’s neck, then down, past her shoulder. “I know a good fairytale, Crissy,” she says. “Do you know the fairytale about the Handsome Sleeping Prince in the high castle and the Brave Little Princess who has to defeat the giant fire-breathing dragon to save him with a magic kiss?”

AJ’s heart stops in his chest. He looks at Crystal and she’s just as shocked as he is. A memory of the taste of his little daughter's sweet pussy flashes through his mind and he knows he's probably blushing as badly as she is. Who is this woman? Can she possibly know they played exactly that game, and what they did? It can’t be a coincidence; Crystal made that fairytale up herself! Why doesn’t Mommy notice the sudden tension in the room?

It’s Crystal who recovers first. “Uhm…, I…, yes; I’ve heard that fairytale before. Wh-where did you hear it?” She glances back at Amethyst with big, worried eyes behind her delicate gold glasses.

“Oh, I don’t know – I just heard it around – I don’t remember.” Amethyst is almost done with the first braid. The braid comes to Crystal’s waist, but the ribbons are much longer. “But I know lots of fairytales, sweetheart.” Amethyst smiles, secures the end of Crystal’s pigtail with a tight knot of ribbon, and finally ties the extra length of the green ribbons into a large, pretty bow.

AJ can’t take his eyes off the way Amethyst has woven the ribbons into his daughter’s hair.

Without a pause, Amethyst begins to separate the long hair on the other side of Crystal’s head into three more hanks, with three more ribbons. “Crissy, has anyone ever told you the fairytale about the Little Princess who was so beautiful that she made the envious Black Witch angry, so the Black Witch had her evil black butterflies drive the princess into the Dark Forest where she was bound by living vines?”

“That fairytale sounds interesting,” Mommy suddenly says from the stove, surprising everyone. “I’ve never heard of evil butterflies.” AJ and Crystal, both blushing horribly, gape at her. She’s completely oblivious to the stress Amethyst’s fairytales have introduced to the room.

“It is interesting!” Amethyst says. Already the second braid is down to Crystal’s ear. “But, I can see that Crystal knows that fairytale.” Amethyst gives a knowing smile at Crystal, then turns her penetrating purple gaze on AJ. “Do you know that one, AJ? Do you know the story of how the Handsome Prince saved the Brave Little Princess with a blood kiss?“

Amethyst gets no answer from AJ, he’s too shocked to even stutter. He’s also sporting a painful erection in his slacks as his first fuck with Crystal swirls through his confused mind.

Amethyst returns to Crystal’s nearly finished braid before she continues. “Let’s see, one of my favorites is the fairytale about Little Red Ridden…, but no, that story is kind of… I wouldn’t want to scare Crissy with the Big Bad Wolf.” The way she slowly emphasizes ‘Big Bad Wolf’ brings an obvious shudder to the little girl’s frame. “No, I should think of a better fairytale. Did you ever hear…”

“Dinner!” Mommy says. “Everyone grab a seat.”

Amethyst, who’s just putting the final touches to the second big green bow at the end of Crystal’s second long pigtail, smiles back at her coworker. “Oh, that sounds lovely, dear.”

Once they're all sitting at the table, passing around surprisingly good chicken, potatoes, and salad, the tension AJ or Crystal felt slowly fades away. Mommy's coworker is easy company, friendly, smiling, and somehow familiar. She's also extremely attractive. They talk and laugh and things seem almost normal until they’re nearly finished.

They’re not prepared when Amethyst turns back to the uncomfortable subject of fairytales.

“Chrissy, did you ever hear the fairytale about the curious Little Fairy Princess who peeks through the back gate of fairyland to see the Handsome Wizard?”

Crystal’s eyes flare. AJ splutters. All the tension roars back into the room. “Uhm, no?” Crystal whispers.

“Oh, it’s a wonderful fairytale, sweetie. You’ll love it. But it’s kind of scary, very intense.” Amethyst emphasizes the word ‘intense’ as she glances at AJ to make sure he’s paying attention. He’s as rapt and shocked as his little daughter, so she continues the story for Crystal. “You see, once there was a beautiful Little Fairy Princess who lived in a magical fairyland and there was also a Handsome Wizard who lived in…, well, I guess he lived in handsome wizard-land. And the only place where those two lands touched was at the mysterious back gate to fairyland, which now and then was also the back gate to the gardens of wizard-land. Now, an old legend said that if a wizard saw a fairy at the back gate, then he should do everything he could to get the fairy to come into the garden. And once the fairy was in the garden…”

“Ames, aren’t we going to be late?” Mommy interrupts.

Amethyst smiles and pats her friend’s hand. “Yes, dear, we should be going soon.”

“Wait. You’re going out? Is it work? I thought…” AJ breaks in.

"Why don't you clear the table while I tell Crystal more of the fairytale, dear," Amethyst instructs Mommy, completely ignoring AJ. Amazingly, Mommy – who never clears the table, leaving that mundane task for AJ – gets up and begins to clear away the dishes.

Turning back to Crystal, Amethyst winks, then continues. “The legend says that once the fairy is in the garden, the wizard should capture her and bind her tight so she can’t get away.”

Crystal is mesmerized. “But…, but why? What does the wizard do with the fairy once he's caught her? Does he hurt her? I don't want the fairy to get hurt!"

“Such a sweet child,” Amethyst says. “Don’t worry. The legend says that after the wizard captures the fairy at the back gate, he must take her to the very edge of the well of despair, dip his wand to its very depth in the center of her magic, then give the fairy the very best back-gate kiss – and if all that takes her to the very height of happiness, then his magic will become infinitely more powerful for the rest of his life!”

AJ blanches at what the strange woman is suggesting, then quickly looks around to see if anyone notices – only to find Ames smirking at him.

"But that's just the legend," Amethyst continues. "Once, there was a fairy, and not just any fairy – she was the princess of all the fairies! She was so beautiful, but she was also so very young – so young that she didn’t even have her wings yet. And one day, when the Little Fairy Princess was out riding on her favorite unicorn, she saw a gate. The Little Fairy Princess had been warned about the dangers of the back gate that sometimes connected her land to the land of the wizards. Still, she crept to the gate because she was very curious and very young – and through the gate, she saw…"

“Ames! Isn’t it time for us to go?” Mommy interrupts again.

“No! Mommy, please. I need to hear the rest of the story!” Crystal wails and jumps to her feet.

“Oh, don’t fret, Crissy,” Amethyst says with a smile as she rises. She caresses Crystal’s soft cheek with her small, delicate hand, then looks knowingly at AJ, who is still speechless. “We really do have to go. But I’m sure your daddy can tell you the rest of the back-gate story, sweetie.”

As if the whole evening hasn’t been strange and frightening enough, the purple-haired young woman steps closer to AJ and looks up into his face, searching. “I wonder if you’re really the one,” she says with a frown. She glances at Crystal before bringing her purple-hued eyes back to AJ. “I really should be sure. Maybe a little test.”

AJ can’t pull his eyes away from Amethyst’s purple orbs. Suddenly, her pupils contract to pinpoints and her irises sparkle with fireworks. Instantly, he’s overwhelmed with an urge to grab her by the arms, pull her close and ravish her. She’s the most beautiful, alluring, sexy female he’s ever…

But before anyone can move a muscle, little Crystal darts between Amethyst and AJ and presses her back against her father. She scowls and holds her fingers out like claws as she throws a low, guttural hiss in Amethyst’s direction. Just as quickly as AJ’s strange attraction for Amethyst arrived, it vanishes. Amethyst is undoubtedly beautiful, but she's nothing compared to his precious daughter. His daughter is his everything.

Amethyst takes a quick step back like she'd been slapped – then she gives a small, satisfied smile. “Oh, yes. You’re the one. She’ll get her w….” Her smile broadens. ”Soon. She’ll get them soon. Enjoy your fairytale, you two.”

AJ also takes a step back and shakes his head. He’s not sure what just happened. Nothing Amethyst said made any sense! By the time he recovers, Mommy is heading out the door with her strange coworker on her heels. “Don’t wait up, darling,” Mommy calls out, “we’ll be late.” It’s as if she didn’t notice a single thing.

Amethyst throws a smirk over her shoulder as she, too, disappears. Even Crystal seems to have instantly recovered.

“Daddy?”

“What, baby?”

“Ames said you could tell me the rest of the fairytale. But… can we make it a game, please?”

AJ’s world spins. How had Mommy’s strange friend known all those things? Is she the reason Mommy keeps spending extra time away from home, leaving AJ and Crystal alone? What power does she have over all of them? Was she really suggesting, with her fairytale, that AJ should…? God! He’s never even done those things with Crystal’s mother, or any other… Aren’t they dangerous? It wasn’t like he hadn’t imagined doing… but, with his little girl…? She’s so small, delicate, innocent… But fuck! He wants…

“Sure, Princess. Let’s play a game,” AJ hears himself say. Crystal’s beaming smile and huge, happy eyes go straight to his heart and inflame his desires.

“But, ah, who gets to be the Little Fairy Princess?” AJ asks.

“Daddy! Don’t be silly,” Crystal giggles.

Please read on: Part 5: The Little Fairy Princess and the Handsome Wizard

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