Once Upon a Time...

"Come in, you idiot."

"Yes, yes, Salma..." Kev entered the tower's second story bedroom with his head down. He wore rags: white frilly shirt with holes, brown pants with stains, and scuffed boots. He closed the door, spun back, and found Salma standing from the porcelain tub completely nude. Her dark shoulder-length hair slicked back. Water trickled down her hourglass figure, bountiful teardrop breasts, and dripped from her brown nipples. His eyes explored her glistening wet body: from her feet, over her trimmed bush, but lingered on her breasts.

"Take the leer out of that look, perv." Salma snapped her fingers, awaking Kev's trance. "There, a towel. Come pat me down."

Kev snatched a towel from the wooden rack and scurried to her. He kept his eyes down while dabbing off her body. His hands crossed her breasts. Without thinking, he groped her, which received a slap to the back of the head. "Ow! Sorry, sorry."

"Don't," Salma said harshly.

"Yes ma'am." Kev wiped down her calves, scrubbed her feet. He made his way back up her legs, erasing every drop of water on her flawless body. Once done, he tossed the towel over his shoulder.

"Now..." Salma motioned to her naked toenails. She wiggled them. "...I need a new coat."

"What colo—"

"Red, like always." Salma flung on a cotton bathrobe and walked into the neighboring bedroom. She relaxed back on a sofa, kicked her feet up on a small stool.

After collecting the polish from the cabinet, Kev knelt at her feet, placed the toe spacer on, and began painting her perfectly proportioned toes. He took his time, applied the polish as carefully as possible.

There was a crunch outside the window. Birds flapped their wings in the tree.

"Shit!" Salma jumped from her seated position, pushed her foot stool into Kev's crotch. He groaned but kept from spilling the polish. She waddled on her heels to the far wall, being careful not to mess up her pedicure. She pushed the branches of apples from the window, glared down. "Hey! Witch!"

Below, a skinny raven-haired woman dressed in black—boots and gown—shimmied up the apple tree. The tree was oddly shaped: tall, gangly, which only sprouted apples at the very top, near the second story window of the stone tower. The witch stopped, stared up toward the voice.

"Stay off my damn tree!" Salma shouted.

Having been caught red handed, the witch slid down and dashed off into the green forest.

"Stay away from my apples, you bitch!" Salma held her fist in the air. She closed her eyes and sighed to compose herself. After straightening her robe, she twirled back to Kev. "Okay. Let's finish. You only have two toes left. Then, I wan—"

"Boy!" a voice hollered from below.

"Yikes!" Kev leapt to his feet, screwed the top back on the bottle of polish. "Give me a sec?"

"How dare—" Salma stopped herself, brows slanted in anger. "You put her over me?"

Kev strummed his fingers, eyes darted around the room. "Well, I th-think she can actually beat me up, ya see?"

"And I can't?" Salma's tone strengthened.

"Of course you can, of course," Kev said. "But, um, listen—"

"Go..." Salma rolled her eyes. "But, don't keep me waiting for long!"

Kev made a few submissive bows while inching back to the door. Upon crossing the threshold, he flashed a nervous smile before hurrying down the winding staircase. After two flights, he came to the ground floor and caught a big whiff of burnt food. In the back of the dining room, a big pot of potatoes smoked above the fire. "Oh shit..." He ran over, looked inside. The pot was out of water, potatoes burnt to the bottom. With a pair of oven mitts, he removed it from the glowing embers.

"Where's my food?" a rough voice asked.

"Lauren... um..." Kev gulped, spun around.

Lauren steadied her shoulder against the threshold of her bedroom door, arms crossed. The bangs of her pixie-bob haircut hung in her face. Although thin, she appeared tough in her holey jeans, untied boots, and black tank top under her unbuttoned shirt. "Yes?"

"Uh..." Kev stammered. "I just got to go down to the creek and get some more water."

Lauren's face turned to stone. "Then what the fuck are you still doing here?"

***

"Boy, do this. Kev, do that," Kev grumbled while making his way through the dense green forest, tin pail in hand. He hopped a log, pushed through shrub before finally coming to the creek. The crystal clear water caused him to lick his lips as it rushed over the smooth rocks. He smiled, started down the embankment, but upon looking up again, he froze. "The witch..."

On his left, the woman bathed in the creek. Her black dress draped over the spindly branch of a nearby tree. She cupped her hand in the cool stream and sprinkled it over her naked body. The water dribbled down her shoulder, over her perky bell-shaped breasts, to her pink nipples.

Kev ogled at the bathing beauty for a long minute. Drool seeped from the corner of his agape mouth, waking him from his lustful thoughts. He slurped it back in, wiped his chin. He pivoted around to leave, but dried foliage crunched under his boot.

"Who goes there?" the witch asked. She perked up, looked in his direction, but didn't bother covering herself.

Kev ducked lower behind a bushel.

"I can see you." The witch eased closer through the stream, hands on hips. "You're the tower's whipping boy, aren't ya?"

Kev cussed under his breath but stood with a placated smile. "And, you're the witch who keeps trying to steal our apples—"

"Mila is the name." The witch waved for him. "You make a hobby of watching girls bathe?"

"No... I, uh..." Kev raised his pail. "...I just came down to get some water."

"Well, come get it." With a seductive eye, Mila grazed her index finger around her areola.

Kev lumbered out from the bushel and over to the creek, all while shooting timid glances to the witch. He crouched low. As the cool water filled his bucket, a wind rushed through, ruffling his dark hair. A shadow loomed over him. He flinched but didn't look up.

"Why are you so skittish?" Mila squatted down, staying in Kev's line of sight. Mud squished through the spaces of her toes. She opened her knees, giving him a peek of her pink blooming tulip.

"Be-because you're..." Kev leered briefly with a squint before shaking the spell. He turned his attention back to the pail. "...because you're the evil wi—"

"Evil? Is that what they tell you?"

Kev looked to her, nodded.

"Well, I wonder what they say about you when you're not around?" Mila huffed at the slander. "That you're their slave. They own you. You're a grown man and they treat you like a boy. You're nothing but a—well, nothing but... Why do you let them treat you like that anyhow?"

Kev shrugged. "They give me a place to stay."

"They should be the ones serving you." Mila winked, her eyes dropped to his crotch. "Being you're the only cock around."

Kev's face softened as though having an epiphany. Yet, the brightness faded from his eyes just as fast. He hung his head. "No. They don't see me like that..."

"It's because you lack charisma, confidence." Mila placed a hand on Kev's knee. "I can give you that."

Her touch startled Kev. He jumped back like a frightened cat. "You ca-ca-can?"

"Absolutely..." Mila crawled through the creek on her hands and knees, pushing off the smooth stone beneath. She pinned Kev's back to the muddy bank, climbed on top of him. "But, you have to give me what I want."

"Wh-wh-what's that?" Kev's cock hardened in his pants, poking Mila's inner thigh.

"I want an apple from that tree." Mila clutched Kev's erection from outside his pants.

Kev shuddered. "B-bu-but, that's right outside Salma's room. I can't go in there without her permiss—"

"She'll give you the room once I'm done with you. Hell, they'll give you the tower." Mila straddled him. She leaned down, licked the tip of his nose. "By fuckin' me..." She thrust her pussy against the protrusion in his pants. "...you'll receive pheromones which will last twenty-four hours. In that time, anyone who crosses your path will be in heat for you."

"Only a day?" Kev panted.

"How many apples do you have on that tree?" Mila became rough with him. She lay to his side, wadded Kev's hair in a fist, and guided his head between her legs. She watched with a sinister smirk as he dove between her thighs.

Kev smacked, nibbled, and hummed on her clit. He whipped his head from side to side while slurping.

Mila warmed. Goosebumps swarmed her skin, nipples became taut. She rubbed her small foot up and down his back, leaving streaks of dirt on Kev's ragged shirt. She dug her fingers through his dark hair, pulled his head further into her pussy. She closed her eyes, laid her head back, and trembled. "Ggghhhh!"

Kev halted, glanced up. "Are you okay?"

"Never better." Mila's eyes widened with a feral lust. She shoved him to his back, straddled him once again, and slid her hand under the band of his pants. She squeezed his thick hard cock, looked up with a pleasant surprise. "You wouldn't need pheromones if you had the balls to show them this thing."

"Really, you think so? I al-always thought of it as a growth abnormality." Kev choked on a laugh as she stroked his log.

"...a good abnormality." While her hand worked him, Mila used the other to strip down his pants. She glowed at the sight of his large cock with a purple head. She jerked him quicker, getting him steely erect, before guiding his tip into her tight center. His cock slightly stretched her. She became bestial, snarling in his face while softly gyrating.

Kev leaned up, ripped his shirt off. He then lay back, taking her by the hips.

Mila grinded. Her flat ass dimpled as she drove forward. She dug her toes into the mud, pushed off, adding power to her ride. Her breasts flopped against his face.

Kev squeezed her backside; skin filled the spaces of his fingers. With his index, he lightly grazed the rim of her asshole.

This excited Mila. She clawed his chest and rolled her hips like a belly-dancer. She pushed off the bank with her knees, making divots in the mud.

Kev palmed her jiggling breasts. He lightly pinched her stiff nipples, flicked them.

Mila closed her eyes, arched her back. Her face tensed in a sobful expression. "Oooo!"

In one swift motion, Kev rolled her over, switching position. He postured up, grabbed his cock, and tapped it on Mila's vulva causing her to buck. He found her cozy center and slowly slipped the tip inside. He eased in and out of her, taking his time, warming her up to his size.

Mila clenched her teeth from the stimulation, the sensation of fullness. Her heart beat rapidly. Her eyes rolled in euphoria.

Kev's thrust gained power.

"Oo!" Mila pressed her lips into a tight line as though ready to push something out. "Oo-oo-gghhh!" she moaned. She lay flat on her back across the bank, Kev's arms hooked under her legs. She tilted her head downward, watching as he pounded her wet pussy.

Kev hammered her into the soft soil. He raised her leg, kissed down her calf. His hips smacked against her skin, sending echoes through the forest.

Mila locked her knees, ankles over his shoulders, feet to the trees. She pressed the back of her head firmly against the clay, cocked her eyes up as they fluttered. Each powerful plunge shook her breasts and knocked the dirt from the soles of her feet.

A bead of sweat rolled down Kev's cheek as he pumped. He squared his shoulders, hugged her legs against his chest.

"Oo! Oo! Oo!" Mila hooked her toes behind his neck. Ripples of pleasure went up her stomach to her breasts. She hunched off the ground, face wrenched. A clear current, which resembled a heat wave, seeped from her skin and into him, which fueled his thrust.

Kev growled intone with Mila's moan. He pulled out, came on her belly. "Wow..." He stooped, his cock softening in his hand. "...that was..."

"Just remember..." Mila blinked the blur away from her eyes. She respired deeply while shoving him off. "...the scent only lasts twenty four hours. By tomorrow morning, this time, you'll be back to being you. So... get my apple before then."

***

"You get lost?"

Kev walked inside the tower with the bucket of water in hand. After closing the door behind him, he turned with a bashful smile.

Sitting at the long table, Lauren sawed into her half-cooked potatoes. She smacked on the bitter burnt food with a scowl. "Where the fuck have you been? Do you know how gross this is?"

"I know, I know. I apologize." Kev hurried across the floor. He poured water into the pan of potatoes, stirred the fire underneath. "Ran into some trouble. You know that witch—"

Lauren sniffed the air. She swallowed her potatoes down, twisted in her seat with a puzzled expression.

They exchanged stares and a chorus of strange gestures: his lips moved as though about to speak. She squinted. He shuffled forward. She bit at him, her teeth knocking together.

"Are you..." Kev stepped forward.

"Do you..." Lauren perked up in her seat.

"Yes..."

"Please." Lauren shot up from her seat, locking lips with him. They fell into the table. Their hands searched the other's body. Lauren unfastened Kev's pants, reached in, and pulled out his huge semi hard cock. She stroked him while looking up in shock.

Kev removed her tank-top over her head, undid her white bra. He squeezed her slender humble breasts, brushed his thumb over her big, dark nipples. His hands then grazed down her toned stomach, to the button on her holey jeans.

Lauren jumped up from the table. She kicked off her loose boots, shimmied out of her jeans. A small brown bush set atop her tight little slit. She plopped back down on the edge of the table. Her eyes lost in his.

Kev snatched her ankle, removed the sock from her skinny foot. His lips trailed over her bony ankle, down her calf. He held her leg out in one hand while using his other hand to wiggle the tip of his cock on her vulva.

Lauren grabbed him by the nape of the neck, yanked him into another heated kiss. As his cock slowly entered her, she broke the affection and hugged him close, resting her chin on his shoulder. She stared into the flames under the pot of potatoes as his thrust gained momentum.

Kev planted kisses down her neck, shoulder. His hips rocked, cock sliding in and out. They both backed slightly, looked down with their foreheads pressed together. His drenched cock worked like a well-oiled machine.

"Mmmm!" Lauren's brows creased as she stared into his eyes. Her breasts bounced, nipples protruded. She wrapped her left leg around the bottom of his thigh while he held her other in the air. She spread her long toes, wiggled them, as a tingle ran up her legs. "Mmmm-ghhh!"

"You're too loud. Salma will hear us—"

"Fuck it—Mmmm!" Lauren tried to laugh off the sensation but was interrupted by a heavy breath. Kev suddenly lifted her off the table. She giggled and locked her ankles behind him. With her hands on his shoulders, she pulled herself up and down on his hard cock.

Kev held her in place, allowing her to work. He buried his face between her breasts.

Lauren bent her knees, hooked her ankles on his thighs, and pushed off toward the ceiling. She flung her head back as a tremor coursed through her body. She shivered. Her motion lost its rhythm. She almost put her legs down when Kev caught her ankles and took over. She clung to his neck, moaned to the ceiling. "Mm-mm-mm-mmmm! Gah-ah-ah!"

After a few hardy bounces, Kev walked her back to the table. He released her shaky legs to the floor, spun her around, and bent her over the surface. From there, he wadded her hair and jerked her back into his strong thrust.

"Mmm! Oo!" Lauren lurched forward, but Kev held her head in place. The thrusts knocked her to the balls of her feet. She raised one foot off the ground, locked her ankles, and curled her toes. A tingling sensation started up her calf so she stomped her foot back on the concrete. Once he released her hair, she crumbled on the tabletop. She bent her knees, raised her feet off the floor, and curled her toes again. Her bottom half hung in the air, legs flailed.

Kev pounded away, sending ripples up her petite, firm backside. The powerful impact shook the table, legs screeched across the stone floor. Fruit fell from the tray, rolled along the tabletop.

Black dots blotted Lauren's sight. She blinked them away as a euphoric wave crashed at her center. Her legs stiffened out, toes pointed. She belted a moan. "Mmmm-gaaahhhhh!"

Kev jumped back and finished himself off on her flat ass. He placed a hand to the table, leaned over her while catching a breath.

Lauren just lay still. Her cheek was pressed against the counter, with a distant glare across the room.

"Is that Kev?" a voice shouted from above. "I need him now!"

"Fuck..." Kev breathed deeply. He glanced down to an enervated Lauren, pecked her cheek. "Gotta go."

Lauren mumbled an incoherent response.

***

Kev hurried through the door of the second story bedroom.

Wind shot through the room, blowing the dress in Salma's hands. She whipped around to Kev and aimed her finger to the grass stain on the white dress. "You didn't get this out! I thought I told you... to... double... wash..." her voice died down. Her face relaxed.

"Yes?" Kev smirked. "You told me to what?"

"I told you to..." Salma's head twitched as though fighting a sneeze. "I told you to... come here if, um, you wouldn't mind."

Kev's grin widened. He approached her with a confident pep. "Now, what is it you need?"

"It's the..." Salma gazed into his brown eyes. The dress slipped through her fingers and crumpled to the floor. "It's just that..."

"Have a seat." Kev helped her down to the sofa. He plopped in the seat at her feet, clasped her ankle.

Salma fanned her flushed cheeks, squirmed on the sofa.

"Something wrong?" Kev smiled without even looking up. He concentrated on applying the red polish to the last two toes. Upon finishing, his fingers grazed across the sole of her foot, up her calf.

Salma wiggled her toes in the spacer, warding away the tickle. "No, no. I uh..."

"You want me to touch you?" Kev massaged up her thigh, underneath the bottom of her robe.

"Yes. Of course..." Salma's chest heaved with excited breaths. She undid her robe. The flaps opened to a pair of beautifully tanned teardrop breast. She extended her feet to Kev's lap, rubbing his erection with her toes.

Kev unzipped his pants and pulled his limp cock out. He snatched her ankles and placed her feet together, making a space between her arches. He guided her motion up and down his flaccid member.

With one foot, Salma pinched the tip between her first and second toe and pinned it against his stomach. She caressed the underbelly with the ball of her other foot. She then wrapped her toes around it, stroked it, before lowering it between her arches once again.

After a few strokes, Kev waved for her. "On your knees."

Salma thought about it. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, face glowed with anticipation. She finally submitted and crouched on her toes. While gazing up at him, she yanked down his pants. His cock dangled out, semi-hard. She showed him a kind smile while grabbing his limp shaft. She stroked him a few times, feeling his cock harden in her palm. "I've never sucked a cock before," she said.

"It's easy." Kev pulled her cheek against his crotch. Her breath tickled the shaft.

Salma kissed down the length. She handled the base and slowly slipped it between her lips. She didn't bob. Instead, she just sucked on the end, licked the tip.

Kev gave her a little push, inching her down.

Salma went halfway before gagging. She shot back up, collapsed on the soles of her feet. She coughed in her hand but went right back to work. She bobbed. She worked her hand up his shaft, sucked on the purple head. She squeezed his balls in a firm grasp.

"You're a quick learner." Kev winked down at her.

"You like that?" Salma licked down the underbelly of his shaft. She jerked the tip while tickling his balls with her tongue.

"Oh yeah..." Kev interlocked his fingers behind his head.

"Well, here's what I like." Salma stood to her feet. She kept a hold of Kev's cock, like a leash, and walked him to the sofa. After tying her dark hair in a bun, she climbed on top of him. Her lip quivered as his hard cock slipped inside her warm pussy. She stared into his eyes. One leg was tucked into the sofa, the other she used to bounce off the floor on her toes.

Kev planted his face between her voluptuous breasts. He lightly bit them, licked around her areolas, and tugged on her taut nipples with his lips.

"Ah-ha!" Salma covered her mouth. Each drop bounced her to the ball of her foot, to her toes. She cradled his head in her bosoms. She lowered her hips faster, smacking her ass against his lap. She picked up her pace. She leaned back with an arm draped around his neck, gnawed at her lip. A shiver coursed through her body which halted her motion. She hugged herself close, almost fell back off the sofa. She sat up, hooked her ankles over thighs, and pushed off, riding up and down on his cock. "Ooo-oo-oo-wee!"

Kev clenched his eyes, muscles tensed. With an arm wrapped around her lower back, he stood from the sofa and carried her to the floor. Salma scratched his chest with her nails, leaving pink streaks on the skin. Kev growled. He flipped her over to all-fours, gathered behind her, and filled her completely.

Salma shot forward. Her teardrop breasts swayed. "Haaaaa!"

Kev's thrust picked up pace.

Salma sent a dirty look over her shoulder. Her body prickled as though firing off electrical charges. It began at her toes, fingertips. The numb, tingling sensation swept down her arms, legs. It exploded at her center in a tickling orgasmic wave. Her arms trembled before giving away. She sprawled across the floor, breasts squashed against the smooth surface. "Ggggghhhhh!"

Kev lowered on top of her, continuing his assault.

Salma appeared shaken up. There was a vacant look in her eyes. Her dark bun disheveled, forehead glistened with sweat. She looked back over her shoulder at Kev. He thrust faster and faster, until she was all out shaking. With each insertion, her head tilted further downward, mouth inched open, and face tightened. "Gaahh-ha!" Her hips trembled as she came on his cock.

"I'm coming-ing!" Kev strained.

"Me too-oo-oo!" Salma squealed underneath him.

With cock in hand, Kev jumped around to Salma's side. As she rested against the floor, he came in her face, jerking the last few drops on her cheek. She didn't groan or flinch. She just laid there with the same dead-panned expression of Lauren. Kev brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What now?" Salma asked.

"I want you..." Kev said through winded breaths. "...outta my room."

***

Kev made his way through the forest with apple in hand. He hopped over the fallen log, pushed through the foliage, before coming to the creek.

There, on the opposite bank, Mila sat on a low reaching branch in a black dress. She steadied her back against the tree, one leg cocked up on the branch and the other dangled off. "You get what I asked for?"

Kev tossed the apple in his hand, showed it to her. He trotted through the creek, splashing water on his pants, and stood in the shade just beneath her. He pitched the apple up to her.

Mila caught the fruit and turned where both legs were hanging off. She inched her dress above her knees, giving him a glimpse of her pussy. She bit into the fruit. The juices spilled down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. "Oh my... this is soooo good."

"So, um, about these pheromones," Kev looked up to her with puppy-dog eyes, "any chance I could get some more?"

Mila smirked while smacking on the apple. "How many more apples on that tree?"

Kev's smile grew. "Plenty."

"Good..." Mila gestured for him with her index finger. As he inched forward, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his neck. As his tongue parted her, she moaned, "I think we'll have a good working relationship."