{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2013 }
Cinderella has been an unhappy little girl since her beloved mother passed away when she was very young and her father remarried. He departed some time afterwards, leaving the child in the care of her evil stepmother and two older stepsisters. They did not have Cinderella’s interests at heart and abused the poor girl. Cinderella was required to do all the domestic chores in the house, and was also on call to service her stepmother and sisters whenever they demanded it.
They treat the eleven-year-old as their personal sex slave, and have done so since she was only six. From the time they wake in the morning till they retire for the evening, Cinderella is required to pleasure them whenever they require — and the three horny females require it a lot. The sweet, obedient girl uses her mouth and a collection of sex toys to sate her stepmother’s and stepsisters’ perverted desires.
Cinderella doesn’t really mind performing these acts, because after all her real mother had taught her how girls could make each other feel good by touching their most intimate places. It was just that her stepmother and stepsisters were so ugly and had such poor personal hygiene, and they never even tried return the favor and make her feel good.
Every night Cinderella dreams of escaping her dreary existence and meeting a beautiful girl to spend the rest of her life with. One day her heart leaps when an invitation arrives to a Grand Ball. But she is heartbroken when her stepmother tells her the invitation is not for her, and that she will have to stay at home while they go to the Ball.
That night when the others are asleep and Cinderella is weeping in her room, a fairy godmother appears and assures the girl that she will go to the Ball. But the grey-haired fairy warns her that she must leave the Ball before the clock strikes midnight or her beautiful gown will turn into her normal rags and her clean hair and flawless complexion will return to their usual grubby state.
On the day of the Ball, Cinderella assists her stepmother and sisters with their toilette and to get dressed in their gowns. After they have departed for the Ball the fairy godmother helps Cinderella get ready. She primps and bathes the young girl. The naughty fairy takes her time as she washes the girl all over, even though Cinderella is old enough to bathe herself. The fairy’s fingers probe into places of the young girl’s body that haven’t been touched for a very long time. Cinderella throws back her head and squeals as the fairy massages the tiny nub of her clitoris, bringing her to climax.
When she climbs out of the bath, the fairy godmother dresses Cinderella in a very short white gown that shows off her long coltish legs and barely covers her bottom. The bodice of the dress is very tight, the material almost completely sheer. It hugs her thin frame and shows off the tiny buds blossoming on her chest which are topped with pretty pink nipples. Her legs are bare except for the pair of glass slippers she wears, showing off her perfectly manicured feet, her toenails painted a bright cherry red.
“But fairy godmother,” the girl says nervously, “I thought ball gowns were supposed to be floor length…? This one barely covers my coochie, and everyone will be able to see my boobies!”
The fairy smiles sweetly, “Normally dresses are longer and more demure, my dear, but we want the Princess to notice you, don’t we? I am sure she will notice you in this dress. In fact I am willing the bet she won’t be able to keep her eyes — and hands — off you!”
The fairy hands Cinderella a pair of lace panties to wear under her skirt. When the girl pulls them up, she feels that they are very loose.
“Fairy godmother, these underpants are pretty… but I don’t think they fit very well. They are almost falling off.”
“Don’t fret, sweetie, it is all part of the plan,” the fairy assures her.
* * *
The moment Cinderella enters the ballroom, all eyes turn to her. The men and the women all secretly lust after the sweet and sexy little nymphet.
When the beautiful and elegant teenage Princess lays eyes on Cinderella, she is immediately smitten and makes her way straight across to her before anyone else has a chance to talk to the young girl. She takes Cinderella’s delicate hand and leads her to the dance floor.
They begin a slow dance, the much taller Princess laying Cinderella’s cheek against her chest and putting her hands on the girl’s bottom as they sway to the music while the other guests gape at the two beauties. The Princess’ roving hands sneak under Cinderella’s short gown to caress her lace-covered bum cheeks. Cinderella is thrilled to feel the older girl’s hands on her bottom, not only because it feels so nice, but because they also help to keep her loose underpants from sliding down around her ankles.
The pair spend the whole evening dancing and talking… and quickly falling in love. As the night grows late, the two girls are sitting in a corner kissing open-mouthed, the Princess gently stroking her new child lover’s cleft through her delicate lace knickers — and then the clock strikes midnight.
Hearing the chimes, Cinderella rises and after a longing look at the beautiful Princess turns and rushes toward the door. As she runs, she stumbles and her loose underpants slide down her legs, causing her to kick them off so she won’t trip and fall.
The Princess watches in shock as Cinderella races for the door, her short skirt flapping up and exposing the young girl’s lovely bare bottom. Then the teenager walks slowly to the middle of the room where she bends down to pick up Cinderella’s discarded underwear, raising the delicate material to her nose to inhale the child’s innocent but slightly musky scent. She also sees a wet spot where she’d been caressing the saucy minx’s slit through the gusset of her undies.
It had been love and lust at first sight for the Princess. The mysterious little nymph had stolen her heart from the moment she saw her entering the ballroom dressed in that scandalous gown. Her desire for the adorable child was overwhelming, and she wanted her in her bed.
With Cinderella gone, the Princess turns to the Queen. “That is the one I want, Mother, more than any other. That pretty little girl in the short dress. I want her for my bride.”
The Queen dotes on her beautiful but headstrong and passionate daughter, and has always accepted her sexual preference which became apparent at an early age. She also has enacted laws to enable women in their Kingdom to wed one another. Although these laws at first had scandalized many of her subjects, over time lesbian couples had begun coming forward to publicly pledge their love and be married.
But never in the Queen’s wildest dreams would she have imagined that her precious daughter would want to wed an underage girl — one who was practically still a child — no matter how desirable she might be. And the Queen did have to admit that the pretty little pixie was delicious. She had thought to herself while watching the girl and her daughter dancing together that she wouldn’t have minded having Cinderella as a whore in her own bed.
The Queen turns to her daughter and says thoughtfully, “But, my darling, she is still only a child. Don’t you want a girl more your own age?”
“Mother, you know I like young girls. You have seen me sharing my bed with the Lady in Waiting’s two daughters, and they are much younger than Cinderella. One is six and the other is seven. We weren’t just sleeping in the same bed, you know, I seduced both of them. They were yummy. Cinderella is eleven years old, she is almost ready to flower into a woman.”
The Queen knows she will never win this argument. “Well, all right, dear. Except I don’t know who the girl is, or how she was invited. I have never seen her before.”
“Then we must find her!” the Princess demands, petulantly stamping her feet. “I want us to be married. Can’t I have her? Please, please, pretty please?”
* * *
The Queen, who cannot resist any entreaty of her beautiful daughter, orders a search of the Kingdom to find the mysterious nymphet. The task is made difficult as the only clue they have is the child’s discarded lace panties. The Princess does not let this prized treasure out of her possession. She sniffs the soiled material regularly, provoking memories of the girl’s sweet essence that had filled her nostrils.
A Royal Decree goes out ordering all girls between the ages of ten and twelve years to present themselves at the castle. The Princess inspects each of the girls as they try on the undies. She supplements her visual examination by sniffing the girl’s crotches in the hopes of finding the same scent that is imprinted on her brain.
While the Princess enjoys the search, getting to see and smell hundreds of little girls’ bare clefts, she remains heartbroken that she has still not found the object of her desire. But eventually the palace courtiers discover a child kept in hiding, and she is bought before the Princess.
The Princess notices that the little girl who stands before her in a thin shift does resemble her love… although it is hard to be sure. She instructs the girl to lift the hem of her tattered garment, and admires her plump hairless vulva. After sniffing the discarded panties once more, the Princess takes her time slowly pulling them up the child’s slender thighs until they hang loosely off her hips.
She asks the girl to turn around, and her heart races as she sees that the panties fit just as loosely as she remembered. The undies show off an ample amount of her bottom crack, and the wide leg holes allow the Princess to see the girl’s bald slit.
As a final test, the Princess pushes her nose into the young girl’s pantied crotch. She inhales deeply — and emits a cry of joy as she recognizes the musky scent of her true love. She throws her arms around the child’s waist and presses her face against Cinderella’s mound as her hands grab at the girl’s tiny bum cheeks. She plants a series of kisses all over her panty-covered mons and between her legs.
The Princess is overcome with happiness and lust and sucks on the girl’s crotch through her underpants. She soon tastes evidence that Cinderella is enjoying her oral attentions when her cunt moistens and her juices soak the panties as the Princess feasts on the girl’s tangy sauce.
When she has finished enjoying Cinderella’s charms, the Princess solemnly takes her hand, gets down on one knee, and asks the child to marry her. Cinderella accepts the proposal with pleasure.
A week later the two are married…
and they lived happily ever after
Now that is a fairy tail to cherish … lovely first read in 2018!
In the usual version of this story (the boring one) the glass slippers play a bigger part, but, they were never ever glass slippers.
The English term “glass slipper” now known the world over, is a mistranslation of an old French phrase meaning ermine slipper, a much more attrtactive shoe for a beautiful young girl to wear to a ball.
Had we all and always known that the slippers were trimmed with ermine, maybe these loose and lovely lacy panties might have been trimed with ermine as well.
That’s an interesting observation about the slippers, Poppa — although I’m not entirely sure you’re correct. Check out this site for what seems to be an authoritative explanation.
All that aside, however, I really do like Margaret’s loose panties idea!
Interesting read. But, can you imagine walking around in glass shoes? Tempered-glass hadn’t been invented yet, so you sure as hell wouldn’t want to stub your toe. Plus, they would be rather uncomfortable I would think.
Thank you, Mommy, I think I came across the mistranslation version about thirty years ago and I am always happy to gain more clarification about these old stories which have been around for millenia.
Seemed very rushed