The Tale of Ramona Long Hair Pt. 02

Ramona and Thomas de la Garda, the Duke turned spider by a witch, traveled together for days through the thick forest.

Each night, Ramona would strip herself naked and get on all fours so that she would not have to look at Thomas de la Garda in his spider form as he prepared to fuck her. Spider-Thomas would trim away her thick pubic hair, the better to have access to her. And the moment he entered her and turned back into his handsome self, she would turn on her back and take him that way, their faces close, their breaths mingling, and her fingers grasping his firm rear end.

On the third day of their traveling in this way, after a loud and rough bit of lovemaking, they were lying next to each other on the ground sweaty and tired and trying to catch their breath when Ramona thought she heard something in the brush.

"Someone's out there!" she said.

Thomas de la Garda looked to his cock which, after much exercise, was now drawing itself in to have a rest. "I'll soon be back in spider form," he said. "And we'll go have a look. But I'll stay in the shadows in case this is someone who can help you."

Ramona got dressed and, with Spider-Thomas following, they tracked the source of the sound to a nearby clearing and were astounded by what they saw there. Beside a makeshift hut, a miserable-looking, squat little man sat at a spinning wheel crying, "Woe, woe, woe! What is poor Ribbedstumpskin to do!?"

Ramona, whose heart was as abundant with compassion as her pussy was abundant with hair, stepped forward into the circle of light.

"Little Master," she said, "Is everything ok? I am Ramona and I am lost here in the forest and only stumbled on you because I heard you crying."

Ribbedstumpskin, who was feeling especially sorry for himself, played his plight for all it was worth. "Alas," he wailed, "On tomorrow I am to deliver to M'Lady a dress of finest silk. But there is no more silk to be had in all this cursed wood! And if I cannot spin the silk and sew the dress, M'Lady will surely throw me in the deepest, darkest prison and I will never again see the light of day or look upon such a beauty as you!"

Ramona's heart nearly melted. With a glance behind to Thomas de la Garda, she took a cautious step forward. "Is there no hope, then?" she asked.

"Perhaps," said the squat little man, eyeing Ramona's torn but still pretty little shift, "perhaps if I could use the material of your dress, I could yet manage to sew together something or other suitable for M'Lady."

"Listen," said Ramona, "it's no problem at all. I'd give you this dress off my back to help you if you, in turn, would take me with you to the city tomorrow. But I think I have an even better idea!"

"Better than using your clothes?"

"Yes!" cried Ramona, "take a look at this!" And she hiked her dress to show off the silky hair hanging at her pussy. The hair grew another several inches as Ribbedstumpskin looked on in awe. He had never seen a girl so hairy and pretty and certainly not one so eager to offer herself in aid.

Once he had gathered his wits about him again, he wasted no time in feeding Ramona's silk into his wheel and setting down to business. At first, he pulled too hard and Ramona cried out but they soon found a good rhythm together.

Now, all this tugging at her pussy worked Ramona into quite a frenzy. She allowed herself to be pulled closer to the wheel until she was standing just beside the spinner. She watched Ribbedstumpskin's hands working so quickly and nimbly and wondered what it might be like to have those same hands working at and inside her.

"Ach!" cried Ribbedstumpskin, "your silk is coming through wet! Can't you control yourself? I'm almost done!"

Ramona bit her lip and tried to stand still but the beads of her honey kept rising into her pubic hair as the little fellow drew it out. She pressed her knees together, wiggled her toes and clenched her fists and fought and fought.

Ribbedstumpskin was not immune to the charms of her struggle. He saw the effect his work was having on her and played along, alternating between hard pulls and gentle ones, and he leaned into her as he worked so that she might have the balance and leverage to help herself go where she was going.

"Easy my dear," he said as he teased her in this way, "just a little more. Just a little longer."

By now she was hot and sweaty all over and her dress clung to her as if she had been caught in a sudden rainshower. Her nipples erect and her eyes half-closed and her legs pressed together she was so close to a special moment and still he played with her, tugged and spun, spun and tugged. Until, all of a sudden, he was done.

She felt her pussy pulsating and her entire being filled with a tickly urgency she'd never felt before and even the soaked fabric of her dress rubbing against her breasts was an incredible sensation that seemed as if it would never stop.

Ribbedstumpskin took out his pair of silver scissors and cut the spun thread free from her pussy and the snip-snip of the scissors, not any touch, brought her suddenly and to her great surprise to a violent orgasm.

At that moment, Thomas de la Garda in his Duke form, leapt into the clearing and caught Ramona in his arms. He set her gently on the ground where she lay, her dress up above her waist, one arm over her forehead, her eyes alight, and could not stop giggling.

"Who the hell are you!" cried Ribbedstumpskin at Thomas de la Garda, brandishing the scissors and sensing at once that he was not going to get out of this arrangement everything he had initially thought.

It was all Ramona could do to get herself sitting up and explain Thomas to the shocked Ribbedstumpskin who, it turned out, knew of the Duke and the tales of his mysterious disappearance.

"I can tell you all about that," said Thomas de la Garda quickly, for he knew he was dangerously close to changing back into a spider, "but there's something I need to do right away if you don't mind."

This was all bewildering to Ribbedstumpskin who merely gestured helplessly and stepped aside as Thomas dropped to his knees between Ramona's spread legs, untrousered his cock and without thinking another second about it, lay with her and began to fuck her with slow, forceful strokes.

Feeling the strength of her Duke inside her, Ramona stretched out and arched her back and spread out her arms bracing herself against the ground. Her one hand chanced to fall on the Ribbedstumpskin's foot, which he took as a sign that he should join the two in their sporting.

Unlacing his pants, he pulled out his fat little penis and knelt close to Ramona so she could take him in her hand. As she moved back and forth on the ground from the force of the Duke's fucking, she tugged and pulled at Ribbedstumpskin's growing stump until he could bear it no longer. Seeing his condition, Ramona took his member in her mouth just as his warmth shot inside her and, in her other hole, the Duke filled her with whatever of himself he had left.

Ramona and Thomas de la Garda lay on the ground together after that, Ramona taking care to see that the Duke was well-aroused by letting him suck at her breasts and lick her pussy. She stroked his cock and took him inside her when he grew big and hard again and this went on all the night as Ribbedstumpskin finished his work on the dress.

By morning, none of them had slept but they set out immediately with great anticipation for the future.

"I'll soon find that witch and have this curse reversed once and for all," thought Thomas de la Garda.

"I'll finally be rid of my accursed hair!" thought Ramona.

"I'll be in good graces with M'Lady," thought Ribbedstumpskin as he trudged along, his gaze fixed on Ramona's chubby rear and the beautiful sway of her hips.

They stopped every so often so that Ramona could help the Duke retain his Dukely form and for Ribbedstumpskin to trim Ramona's pubic hair with the silver scissors he had brought with him. It proved easiest for Ramona to suck the Duke's cock while Ribbedstumpskin worked between her legs and tested his handiwork by licking her to be sure he had not left any stubble.

In this way, they made it through the forest and just at mid-day they came to a village—four thatched houses, a pig sty, a tavern—but not a soul to be seen. And this despite recent signs of habitation. Someone had even left a thick loaf of bread sitting on the sill of an open window!

It was Ramona who stumbled on the girl in the town square. She was a pretty maiden of twenty or twenty-one years, naked and sunburned, her arms chained above her and secured over the heavy branch of an old oak, her breasts jutting out like ripe fruit on a vine, and her toes just touching the packed earth so that she strained to hold her position.

The maiden watched warily as Ramona, Thomas de la Garda and Ribbedstumpskin approached. Her toes made new trails in the dust. She struggled to speak but her voice was hoarse. She wet her lips and tried again.

"Please," she said, "oh my lord, please help me."

.... (to be continued (and end) in part 03)