0 comments/ 37791 views/ 8 favorites Snow White Redux By: jay.palin Another version of the old fantasy, with a few new twists. A salute to the Brothers Grimm and Walt Disney for their inventive work. Let me know what you think about this by voting...please. Part 1 Snow White's mother, the queen, had died in childbirth. A year later her father, the king, took himself another wife much younger than he, a very attractive but headstrong, proud and haughty woman who ran the castle and the surrounding peasantry with an iron hand. As Snow White grew beyond childhood, she became a gorgeous young girl, one whose beauty became legendary in the kingdom. On her sixteenth birthday the aging king hosted a party to show off his daughter to all the nobility. Her step-mother, the princess-consort and new queen, was furious, jealous that the young woman's charms might be judged greater than her own. So the queen consulted the magic mirror in her bath chamber, which years before had been transformed from a handsome prince by an evil sorcerer. The mirror, like its earlier incarnation the prince, always told the truth. Standing naked before it, she asked, "Looking-glass, looking-glass, without me you're bland, Who is the fairest of all in the land?" The looking-glass answered, "Thou art, oh queen, yet rumors take flight, 'bout the ivory, ebony and crimson Snow White." The queen seethed with a quiet rage. Ivory skin, ebony-colored hair, crimson lips that begged to be kissed by handsome young noblemen. These were traits fit for a queen, not for her step-daughter! She would show the little upstart, she schemed. She informed the king that his daughter needed training in the arts of castle-keeping: cooking, cleaning, sewing, laboring in the gardens. The queen thought that such things would make her step-daughter look old before her time. To Snow White she said, "You will assist my Lady-in-Waiting in all things. You will cook, you will clean my chamber, you will sew my robes. It will be hard work and you will sweat profusely. Your aging father – the king – may not notice, of course. But I don't wish to smell of your labors. You may use my tub and water after my daily bath." Snow White accepted her duties, of course, and performed them well. She reasoned naively, as she always had, that – someday when her prince did come – she would be prepared for life as a wife and mother...perhaps a queen. But she didn't get out much. Only one day a week was she allowed to join the cook on long walks in the forest to gather mushrooms. On those walks she saw the little bunnies, deer, and other animals of the forest making love, enlarging their families, and it made her feel hot in her tummy and itchy between her legs. Little did she know that she, herself, was being observed on those days, not only by the gentle animals of the forest, but also by the little people who lived deeply in the ravines; by the dwarfs, who were captivated by her extraordinary beauty. Over the years Snow White had matured quickly. By the age of twelve her body had become pleasing in those places where young women get rounded to attract the eyes of men...and to prepare for breeding. By the age of fourteen she was well-used to her monthly cramps and their messy aftermath. By sixteen she was very familiar with her body, and the secret little places she touched inside and out that made her gasp and whimper with paralyzing joy before she fell asleep, and sometimes during the day when she was alone. At night before bed, she bathed, then preened and, nude and pleased, examined her lovely body before the magic mirror. After a few years the looking-glass knew of her physical magnificence better than did she. As she approached eighteen she was a veritable goddess. Her work had toned her body to that of a mature woman, yet she still had the round, full breasts, hips and bottom of a beauteous maiden, and the calves and thighs of a young alpine siren. The great mystery of her flesh, though – her quim – remained hidden from all but herself and the mirror, by her thick, curly, pubic hair, also ebony black in color. On one night like any other, Snow White emerged from her cold bath and stood before the mirror. She examined her tender breasts, pinching her hard, crimson nipples to warm them, and drew a chair near to the glass to look between her legs. As she lifted her feet and spread wide apart, as she did frequently in bed, her muff split open to reveal her tender pinkness. Licking two fingers and spreading her lips with the other hand, she began caressing the petite kernel that emerged from her soft folds. Soon she began thrusting a finger, then two, then three, inside herself, groping for that rough though very sensitive spot just under her pubis. Though her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, whenever she opened them she saw her wanton face in the mirror and heard a deep sigh, assuming it was her own. She didn't know that it was the animus – the animating spirit of the young prince that had been captured inside the mirror – suffering through its isolated, eternal frustration. Snow White was frantic with desire. She reached back and grabbed a long brush she'd used to scrub her back and, soaping the thick handle, twisted it slowly into her excited, swollen womanhood. Soon it caused pain and she stopped pushing any further, moving it in and out only slightly, but continued to rub her mound rapidly. Finally she screamed in ecstasy, as waves of warmth enveloped her and she writhed through deep spasms. Her ears seemed to hear echoes of groans, moans, cries, sighs and an occasional whimper...all sounds she assumed were hers. Before she left the bath chamber she looked one final time at the looking-glass and it bore a thin fog, as if heat had caused it. The bathwater, of course, had been cold for some time and only the mirror knew that it was the prince's imprisoned passion that had produced the steam on the glass. The queen, comfortable as she was in her powerful position, rarely asked the mirror any questions anymore. Her days were spent supervising the hunts, brutalizing the peasantry, and politicking with the court and the press. Nevertheless, eventually she thought it prudent to consult her oracle. "Looking-glass, looking-glass, you know your duty, Tell your fair queen of her unparalleled beauty." It answered, "Your face is poetic, your figure sublime, But Snow White is fairer; now is her time." The queen recoiled in shock and threw a silver goblet at the mirror, nearly cracking its face. The mirror groaned and began fearing the worst. In a rage, the queen stormed through the castle, her envy and pride growing like thorns in her heart. She even berated the king for fathering such a spoiled, insolent daughter. But the kindly old king, nearly deaf from years of his second wife's abuse, merely locked himself in his study for days, hoping the queen's tantrums would cease. They didn't. She summoned the court, and bullied them verbally until they all admitted that she was the fairest in the land. She ordered her officers to proclaim as such, and forced the press to distribute false results of a poll of the peasants, once again attesting to her unequaled beauty. But it was a selective poll. None of the peasants had been consulted, and they were angry for being misquoted. It didn't contain results gathered from the surrounding forest dwellers, either. Of course, the little people – the dwarfs – had stayed hidden. All was not well in the kingdom, and the peasantry began complaining amongst themselves. Finally, the queen summoned the huntsman. He was her favorite courtier and – though no one knew it but the magic mirror – he had, on many a night, visited the queen's bedchamber to bring her the joy of his great size and sexual stamina...pleasures many a woman in the kingdom had experienced. "Take the little bitch Snow White hunting in the forest. Deflower and kill her. Bring me back her heart, liver and befouled underwear so that I can be sure she's gone," ordered the queen. The huntsman obeyed, and took Snow White into the forest in quest of a young deer for venison. He on his horse and she on her pony rode deeply into the wild and came upon a clearing, lit beautifully by the midday sun. "We will rest and eat here," he said, helping her off the pony's saddle. On this day she wore a dirndl with straps that suspended it over a white ruffled blouse, the sleeves of which were short, showing her creamy arms. The neck of the blouse was cut low and squarely across the upper slopes of her round, youthful breasts, showing their appetizing splendor as they stretched out the soft material. The beautiful, embroidered skirt ended above her knees. The very sight of her creamy thighs hugging the pony's saddle had caused the huntsman's heart to skip a beat and the heavy cock under his codpiece to swell. "Let me help you down, young princess," he said, as he swung her to the ground, anticipating that in a few minutes he'd feel her soft, naked flesh yielding to him. "Why must we stop?" she asked. "It should be simple to find a meat animal for your arrow and spear, then return to the castle." Her violet eyes looked up at his coal black ones, questioning, and again he felt the pulsing throb in his groin. "A brief rest for my lady," he replied, spreading a blanket on the ground. "The queen has ordered it so," he rasped, his lust nearly overcoming him. "The 'meat animal' as you call it, is nearer to my spear than you might think," he said, removing his bow and quiver of arrows from his shoulders and laying them on the ground. His codpiece now bulged with a vengeance, making its tumescent presence obvious to Snow White and causing her to stare fixedly at the sizable lump. She finally turned her eyes away from his swarthy presence, embarrassed, since she'd never before seen a man's equipment erect, even behind a codpiece. She'd begun to feel heated, and a sheen of perspiration covered her body as her heart tripled its beat. "You vex me, sir," she gasped, "I feel as if I'm a bit faint and choose to leave now." She screamed with fright as the huntsman's powerful arms swept her off her feet to cast her sprawling onto the blanket. "You will be silent!" he hissed, ominously, as he calmly lifted her dirndl skirt over her head and peeled off her blouse to reveal her stunning body. The nipples of her breasts sprang forward, hard and red. Her flat, white tummy trembled from fear. She tried to cover her naked breasts with her arms but his steadfast resolve seemed to paralyze her. She flushed as the folds between her legs moistened and wet the lace undies she was wearing. "These must go!" he whispered, as he pulled her knickers down her thighs. He pushed them below her knees and, as he knelt before her, she detected an odor about him. It was leathery, a bit sweaty...a sweet and sour combination that made her head swim and her knees weak. It was a male scent and it both frightened and fascinated her for a moment. His eyes, however, were on her black bush, and she was quick to cover it with one hand. She recoiled in shock at the condition of her hot, female organ, since it was leaking rivulets of thick syrup onto her fingers. "Oh, no! Oh, no!" she cried, her heart beating as fast as a sparrow's. "You mustn't just take me! I am a virgin and don't know how! What will my family think? And the villagers? No man will want to be my husband!" The huntsman chuckled at her apparent lack of real fear. Her sole concern seemed instead to lie in her reputation. He murmured, "You must think of me as your 'husband', virgin princess. Once you've had me, you'll want no one else." Still kneeling, he dropped his codpiece and his massive cock sprang forth, throbbing with each heartbeat. Snow White was transfixed by the fleshy object. It was nearly as long and thick as her forearm. It had an upward curve from its base that was hidden in a mass of thick hair at his groin. The end of it was almost completely covered by a crown of skin, from which the dark red tip leaked a drop or two of clear liquid. On its top, from base to tip, lay a thick vein feeding many smaller ones that encircled the shaft in jagged, irregular patterns. More curious than fearful, Snow White squatted down for a closer look as the huntsman stroked the length of his cock. All thoughts of personal modesty left her as she watched his rough hand move up and down, causing the tube of flesh to jerk and swell in his fist. "It looks so hard," she gasped, her knees now apart so the huntsman could gaze at the swollen labia protruding from her pubis. Likewise, her hands had gone to her thighs, baring her firm, full breasts and allowing them to protrude just so from her toned upper torso. So, this was Snow White's first lesson in male anatomy. It was also observed by a third person, one of the forest's little people. Doc, the wisest but not the eldest of the seven dwarfs – an artist by trade – was watching the lurid event from a tree, waiting for the awful moment of defloration. He'd witnessed the huntsman seduce young women for years, and the methods varied little. The first step was to expose his cock to elicit the victim's curiosity, the second was to encourage the woman to touch it, and the third and final was to penetrate her body, forcing the woman to ride it until she reached orgasm or passed out. "It is hard, yet so soft to the touch. I invite you to touch it, my dear. The queen would have it this way." "Oh, I think not," huffed the girl blithely, suddenly rising and starting to walk away. "My curiosity is satisfied," she said nonchalantly, looking about for something else new and interesting. The huntsman grabbed her by one ankle and tumbled her onto the blanket on her back. Before she knew it her legs were apart and he was kneeling between them, his menacing erection lying on her fair stomach. "I said, touch it," he growled, and grabbed one of her hands to rub it on his member. Snow White looked down between her legs at the long, thick cock that pulsed on her tummy and thought: It is very hard, yet soft at the same time. The huntsman grabbed her other hand and placed it on himself as well. The crazed look in his eyes told her that she must do as he said, so both of her hands began sliding up and down the instrument, bringing a shuddering sigh to the man's lips. "Is this what you want?" asked the girl, obviously afraid of offending him further. "Ahhh...yesss," said he with pleasure. "Now, place me in your honey pot." She was at once desirous as well as fearful. She'd only heard of the pleasure of having a man within the body from giggling peasant girls. Yet the memory of the bathing brush caused her to wish for the bliss she'd felt when its handle had probed the soft tissues between her legs. At the same time the fiery look in the huntsman's eyes caused her to fear what might be a brutal assault. Doc's knowledge of the huntsman's work was substantial. As well as raping village girls who gathered nuts in the forest, he'd beaten peasants if they crossed his path, abused and killed animals with impunity...not just for food. So, this attack was nothing new...except that Snow White was a princess. Aside from being furious, Doc taxed his brain in wonderment as to the reasons why one person could be so cruel. He vowed, as he saw Snow White submissively stir the tip of the tan, hairy cock into her quim, and spread her virginal lips open to his member, that one day...one day the man would be punished. And when she screamed in agony from the brute's quick, violent thrust into her vagina to break her hymen, Doc's skin crawled and he vowed, finally, to personally wreak vengeance on the rapist. Snow White was in immediate, blinding pain as her body accepted the huntsman's scythe-like cudgel. Then, he hammered at her until she became numb inside. When she'd taken all that she thought she could, he bellowed into the forest like a beast, his buttocks clenched repeatedly, and he filled her full of his seed. But he wasn't finished. It wasn't until hours later that he'd had enough of her in all three orifices. She was bruised, sore and nearly unconscious. As he rolled off of her prostrate body, she murmured to him, "Alas, I am ruined...good for no one else. Please leave me here. I will be yours when next you come to the forest." She looked up at him plaintively to make her point, while wiping her crotch free of blood. He looked away from the lovely girl, remembering that he'd been told to take her heart and liver back to the queen. "I've been ordered to kill you," he said. "Oh, please don't, sir. The next time you're in the forest, the time after that – and the time after that – as long as I'm alive I'll entertain you," she said, breathlessly, hoping to dissuade him. Then she collapsed from exhaustion. The huntsman's decision was out of lust. The thought of having this luscious young mistress in the forest whenever he wished won him over. He left and, on returning to the castle, slaughtered a small pig, plucking out its heart and liver as evidence for the queen. He also took the girl's lace bloomers that she'd used to clean up their juices. Doc covered Snow White's sleeping naked form and summoned the other six dwarfs. They fashioned a stretcher and carried her deeply into their forest lair where Doc washed her private parts – secretly wishing that he could paint this girl's stunning image on canvas – cleaned her wounds, and tended to her all the next day. "From this day onward you must never venture into the forest alone," warned Doc. "You may use our spare room. We will enlarge the bed. If you care for our home, cook, clean, launder, sew and knit, you may live with us and we will protect you." Snow White agreed, since she had done such work for the queen for quite a while. "But what of my bath?" asked the girl. "Do as we do," said Grumpy. "On Sunday we use the creek in the dell and the deep pool where the fishes dwell." "I will show you where it is!" volunteered Happy. "I, as well," stated Dopey, and each of the dwarfs in turn stepped forward, eager of course, to see Snow White bathing her nude body. Only Doc had seen her naked, and with him she therefore shared a special bond. He knew, naturally, that a young woman like Snow White needed to bathe each day, and not in a stream. A bathroom needed to be added, and other amenities for the girl, thought he. He began to make plans, knowing that the lives of the reclusive dwarfs would never again be the same. The next few days, as usual, the dwarfs went to the mountains to search for copper and gold, full of delicious breakfasts, and at night they returned to find their home spic and span. Delicious meals awaited them each evening and they were very pleased with Snow White. From some dark cloth she'd made herself work clothing: a sleeveless top which covered her breasts yet left her midriff bare, and a short skirt which allowed her to scrub floors and dust without becoming too hot. When the simple garments were finished, she donned them and asked the opinions of the dwarfs. "Hmmph! Very practical," acceded Grumpy, though he was seen to stifle a lecherous smile. "Oh, v-v-v-very nice," stuttered Bashful, who turned away when he saw a flash of Snow White's smooth round bottom under the skirt. She had not made herself any underpants. Sleepy muttered "Outstanding!" as he eyed her sumptuous thighs. "Think I'll go take a nap." Of course, all of the dwarfs knew that he was actually going out behind his favorite tree to masturbate. "Aaaht-choo!" blustered Sneezy, who'd launched into a fit of sinus seizures at the sight of Snow White's nipples pushing through her top. Snow White Redux "You've done very well, my dear," said Doc. "Since tomorrow is Saturday, after dinner we'll have a party to celebrate your living with us." And so they did. Saturday's meal was delicious, then the dwarfs broke out a barrel of ale they'd brewed. Everyone, including Snow White, became giggly from the brew and Happy played his fiddle and flute. The dwarfs began to dance with Snow White and did so for hours, it seemed, until they all collapsed on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, each one more than a little tipsy. It was Doc who lay next to her, propped up against a trunk of paints with his arm around her shoulders. Dopey's head was on her bare thigh, and Sleepy was asleep face down on one of her covered breasts. The others were scattered close by in ale-induced slumber. She felt close to Doc and trusted him above all the rest. Large for a dwarf, he had only short legs. His torso and arms were of normal size and she now realized he was very muscular. His short beard also made him look older than he was. She closed her eyes and snuggled into him, savoring his scent. He smelled a bit like the huntsman had that earlier day...raw and male. She pushed her nose into the crook of his neck and her tongue slipped between her lips to kiss and taste his skin. She felt overly warm, and not just from the ale. Her skin felt as if it were glowing, and a warmly pulsing wave of feeling throbbed persistently where her legs came together. Doc reacted to her kiss by moaning, and looking at her quickly. The flesh in his groin felt alive and began to grow. It was at this point that Snow White saw the bulge behind his codpiece and the throbbing in her pussy became more pronounced and rapid. "Oh, Doc," she whispered so as not to arouse the other dwarfs, who were either half-asleep or unconscious, "I feel a bit unwell...between my legs, where I did the day the huntsman took me so brutally. Could you please take a look to see if I'm all right?" He nodded, she slipped out from under the other two dwarfs, and they crept into her room, making sure they awakened no one. Snow White sat on the end of her new bed, which was built close to the floor, and slowly spread her legs to Doc, who stood between her knees. Her thick, black bush parted and the slick pink folds of her woman flesh peeked out at him. "You look all right to me," he whispered clinically, to avoid the others hearing him in the next room. "There is no blood, only a wetness that is perhaps caused by drinking ale." Doc knew better, of course, but he was trying to be delicate. The musky odor of the luscious girl in heat hit his nostrils and made him even harder in his pants. "I think it's not the ale, Doc. I think that it's you...and that great tool in your trousers," she said, leaning forward and unlacing his codpiece. "Ooh, my goodness!" she gasped, as his cock sprang out at her, immediately inviting a comparison with that of the huntsman. Doc's member was nearly as long and thick, but very, very straight...much more regal looking. "May I...may I...touch it...to see if it's hard and soft?" whispered Snow White. Doc nodded, and breathed in quickly as her soft hands stroked him from tip to base. It had been a few years since his wife – now dead – had touched him and the sudden, ecstatic shock was great. "I must be dreaming," he mumbled. "I don't deserve this, my princess," he whispered to her as she sped her caresses. "Yes you do. You saved my life. You are my guardian and I owe it to you to make you feel good. It's the least I can do. Those strange feelings of a moment ago have changed, and I now feel a throbbing...an itch inside. May I put your hard thing in my honey pot?" she asked, her violet eyes beseeching him. Without waiting for an answer, she lay back and stirred Doc's staff into her pussy, now more red than pink, more soaking than wet, and smelling ever more womanly. Doc groaned and succumbed to her softness, slowly slipping his length into the hot cavern she'd opened between her shapely, white, upraised legs. She beamed a smile and closed her eyes while pulling her top over her head and arching her back, thrusting her creamy breasts up to his face. He nibbled at her nipples and she clutched his head to her bosom, delirious with joy. His hips took long strokes as their flesh melded, and her labia made soft, moist, smacking sounds as they laved his stiff probe with her juices. "Oh, princess...this is like a dream," moaned Doc, as he moved his hips faster. "Ohhh...Doc. You're in me so deep! You feel so gooood!" Snow White gasped, hugging him closer to her and raining loving kisses on his face. "It doesn't hurt...like the horrid huntsman. You're so sweet, and, oh, Doc, Doc, Doc, I seem to be melting inside! Doc, please keep doing that! Oh! Don't stop, Doc! Oh! Yes, Doc, right...there! Oh my goodness, Doc, ri...ight...there!" Doc knew from years before that once a woman likes something during the act of love, then a man should continue doing it, perhaps harder and faster. And so he did. His hips fairly flew at her, and her hips matched his, propelling her ravenous quim up at him to swallow his shaft in her young body. He knew, however, that he couldn't last long, as her tight tunnel had shrunk around him and was spasming inside, trying to milk from his pendulous balls years of accumulated seed. So finally he grunted, "Forgive me, princess...I must...cum in you!" and he froze while embedded fully between her ivory thighs. His pulsating barb then spewed what seemed to be cups full of sperm into her as she whined like a small puppy. "Ai!...ai!...ai!...ai!" she wailed as her own orgasm overwhelmed her. "Yes! Doc! Drain in me! Give...it...all...to...me...ohh...Doc...ohh...ohh...ohh!" It was several minutes before they ceased shuddering. When their senses returned, they both looked at the doorway and saw six drunken dwarf faces grinning obscenely at them. Doc jumped up in a rage, threatening to box their ears, but Snow White restrained him. He looked foolish, anyway, with his limp prick flopping about, still scattering droplets of cum. "You're all perverse!" he barked at his mates. "Oh, Doc, I love them all!!" she said. "Besides, I feel a hunger deep inside – a throb as well as that itch – that hasn't yet been sated. I want to have a party with all of them! Now, who shall be next?" she wondered innocently, resting on her knees after she'd doffed her short skirt. Sleepy immediately stepped forward, his smooth, erect, tan shaft already in his hand. Sleepy was originally from far off Mauretania, where the people's skins are brown. Snow White giggled, "I might have known it would be you! I've not seen you yet without a swollen codpiece!" Rather than mount the princess, though, Sleepy gave her a sly grin and sat on her bed's headboard with his rump against the wall, stroking his dick. She moved toward him on her hands and knees, not quite understanding what he wanted. Finally he placed his hand on her head and gently pushed her face toward his groin. "Suck," he said, simply. She raised one beautiful eyebrow at him and licked once under his foreskin. He groaned, pulled back the skin, showing her his violet crown, close to the color of Snow White's eyes. "Oh, please suck me," he begged. Though relatively new at this practice, Snow White took to it easily and eagerly. Soon she was taking much of Sleepy's tool into her mouth, and moaning with pleasure as she did so. Her physical position, of course, was tempting to all, particularly since she was nude and her bottom was elevated into the air. It moved Dopey to stand on the bed behind her and bury his cudgel into her cunt, still dripping from her juices as well as those of Doc. Though Dopey had a wonderful heart, he was not the brightest of dwarfs – being from the far west across the seas – so after he pulled his modest probe from Snow White by mistake, he re-inserted himself slowly and gently into her rear. She recoiled immediately, but after a minute or so began moving with him, beginning to enjoy the anal intrusions. Poor Dopey, unfortunately, was the none the wiser. To him, a hole was just a hole. Seeing this, Doc left the room. He had many things to do, especially to figure out how to handle this young, wanton princess. It was Happy who was next. He paced excitedly around the bed, his penis hard as wood, as Snow White joyously served his two friends. He didn't yet know how to participate, until he noticed the space between the girl's widespread knees. He giggled quietly to himself and inched himself under her torso, nibbling at her breasts, which swung appetizingly to and fro with each of her wet gulps of Sleepy's member. Then he slid his miniscule legs between her knees and slipped his erect, brown penis into her slit – still dripping from earlier – and thrust upward into her pussy. Again he giggled, this time triumphantly, causing Snow White to disgorge Sleepy's dick and cry out, "Yesss!" Happy felt this was easy, since he'd come from the central Asian steppes, where warriors frequently slide under their horses in battle to escape enemies with greater armaments. His almond-shaped eyes thinned happily to slits as he felt the girl's own sublime, natural saddle envelop his manhood in its rhythmic, driving quest for a climax. Doc was in the kitchen, preparing an elixir for Snow White. His knowledge of local herbs, consumed as tea, would keep the princess free of disease – as well as children – until some sense could be made of this weird situation, he thought. Soon Grumpy joined him. "What do you propose to do?" asked the bearded old Anglo-Saxon from the far north. "She's driven them mad with her charms, and now they're humping away like rabbits!" "Why must it always be I who solves our problems?" asked Doc. "Because, son, you're our leader and already the magpies have spread the word of Snow White's whereabouts. Inevitably the queen's men will invade, led by that cruel huntsman. We'll all be done for if we don't prepare," said Grumpy. "I suggest, then, for now that you join our little brothers and share some of the royal bounty. It will hurt the princess's feelings if you don't. And, I know for a fact that it's been years since you've felt the soft touch of a woman!" Grumpy shuffled off to Snow White's room, passing Bashful, who was peeking around the doorjamb at the princess's involvement with his mates. Sneezy, the young fellow who'd never gotten used to the climate in the forest – having been born in the hot climate of India – had jumped on the bed to one side of the girl, and was now having his dong sucked. Sleepy was being masturbated, and appeared to be close to cumming. Grumpy had to admit that it moved him to see Snow White's pale face and crimson lips pressing into Sneezy's dark groin as she sucked on his root. A gang bang! shuddered Grumpy. The princess is hosting a multiracial gang bang! He stood next to the bed until Snow White raised up to catch her breath, then she saw him. "Grumpy!" she cried, still tipsy from the ale, "unlace that codpiece and let me bring a smile to your face!" It was done in a second, and the young girl's mouth quickly slipped over his wizened cock, which slowly rose to a majesty that he hadn't experienced in years. The dwarfs then began climaxing like a row of dominos. First it was Sleepy, who came into the air onto Snow White's hair and face, then squeezed himself dry onto her tongue. Then Dopey cried out insanely and pumped his load into her rectum, followed by Happy, whose deposit joined that of Doc's in her vagina. Sneezy wasn't yet ready, though. He hobbled around to the other side of the bed next to Grumpy to proffer his meat to her ravenous mouth, since the princess now seemed intent on making the old man un-grumpy. She handled them both with great aplomb, sucking first one then shifting to the other, until they trembled through monumental orgasms. Snow White then lay down on her back, stretching like a cat, and said, "I'm the luckiest girl in the world! Except that I haven't seen Bashful yet! Bashful! Oh, Bash-fulll!" she called coyly into the next room while wiping her face and breasts clean of semen. Three of his devilish mates had cornered Bashful and stripped his small frame naked. He was the youngest of the dwarfs and hailed from below the great Sahara desert on the Dark Continent. His skin was as black as tar, and his penis was the most curious. Unlike the others, it had been circumcised, a practice then known only in his homeland. His prick looked as if it were capped by a fresh plum, and he'd always been self-conscious about its appearance. Until the moment at hand he'd therefore been a very modest fellow and had kept himself covered at all times. But now he was being carried, face down, to Snow White's bed by his friends. His pendulous cock hung straight down, its maroon, plum-like tip swinging in the air like the clapper on a bell. "Where shall we put him, princess?" asked one of Bashful's laughing bearers. "Just here, next to me!" she answered, and they dropped him onto his back with a plop, as the princess immediately palmed his rubbery cock and began jacking it up and down. "Ooh, Bashful, you shouldn't be shy about this," she admonished, with a quick lick around its glans. "Your thing is as large as Doc's, and has this giant, shiny, knob!" she gushed, plunging her mouth over his prick and bobbing her head up and down. "Mmmmnnn, it tastes good! Do you like my hot mouth?" she asked. "Oh-o-o-o-o," stuttered Bashful. He was a virgin, and therefore had never felt anything so sublime. He looked down at the princess's lovely face, with her red lips pursed around his coal-black penis, and was convinced that he was in heaven. Her wavy black hair that grew to just below her neck, her flawless ivory skin that stretched over high cheekbones, her eyelashes that were the size of small butterfly wings, and her white fist that grasped his meat outside her succulent mouth, all combined to drive him to the edge. A force much greater than he could control soon numbed him, beginning at his toes, and worked upward to envelop his entire being, causing him to shout aloud, "Prin...cess!" and fill her mouth time after time with his thick, youthful juice. When she'd swallowed the last of his load, Snow White continued to jack his member which, to her surprise, stayed erect and hard. Without saying a word, she then straddled him and sank onto his prong to begin the first of many couplings with the youngest dwarf that night. Though his body was small, his organ was not. And though he'd been a virgin, by morning he'd been initiated into the physical joys known to experienced men. During the night Doc listened to the feverish moans and groans of the two young people as the other dwarfs slept. At dawn when finally all was peaceful, and when the insatiable princess and the other dwarfs were sleeping off their drunken debauch, Doc had formed a plan that would change the kingdom forever. Part 2 "One of us will always be with the princess as a guard, staying at home while the rest are at work," said Doc, as they walked the trail to the stream for their Sunday bath. "We will use all of our copper and build a tub in a new room so that we can bathe at home, like normal people. The dirty water will be used for a vegetable garden, which we'll plant." "Uuuh, what about parties...and sleeping arrangements?" asked Sleepy. "We shall have no more parties like that of last night," said Doc. "The princess is not here just for our carnal pleasures." "Yeah, but...she enjoyed it too, you know, the fucking!" "Sleepy, watch your language. If she sleeps with one, she will sleep with us all...but just with one of us at a time on separate nights. This will be a democracy," said Doc, and she'll be our figurehead. We'll also ask the peasantry to join us in a new community governed by law, rather than royal decree. "A doc-racy?" Dopey asked, looking confused. "Course it is! You're our leader! It's always been a doc-racy!" Happy giggled at his dim-witted mate and broke into song, making up words as he went, "We, the dwarfs, one time were called little, But that was before Snow White fixed our vittles, So now when we sing a la do, re, mi, We're talkin' about the new doc-racy." "Once the dwarfs of world fame, Gold and copper were our game, Who cares now of the mountains' sums? All we want now is for Snow White to cum!" "We owe, we owe, it's off to bathe we go, Who wants to work? It's okay to jerk; When you're not gonna bone, it's better to smirk, An' let your good bud make the princess moan." Snow White blushed as Happy's song grew more raucous. But everyone was content, and spent much time in the deep bathing pool hidden in the forest, all now comfortable in the nude. Even Bashful was seen to strut a bit. The magpies, of course, watched and listened to everything as Doc laid out his plans. At night, as usual, the birds flew to the castle and perched on its windowsills, chattering away about everything they'd seen during the day. The magic mirror, of course, heard everything that they chirped. A while later there were rumblings among the peasantry about democracy, too. Word of the movement reached the kindly old king and he spent days thinking and consulting his advisors, many of whom were favorably disposed to the idea. The queen was not, of course, and feared correctly that her royal power was slipping through her fingers. She consulted her mirror. "Looking-glass, looking-glass, I'm curious to know, Whence the ill wind that makes such politics grow." The glass answered, "Oh, fair queen, the birds and beasts do tell, The dwarfs be the source of the popular swell." "Dwarfs?" asked the queen, "But surely you jest. How can such little people cause us unrest?" Cautiously, the glass said, "Oh, queen, I do rue, my pledge to be true, But I fear that my answer shall make you a shrew." With fire in her eye the queen fumed, "What do you mean, you consummate ass? Explain it right now or I'll break your glass." Afraid of destruction, the mirror confessed, "Breaking news says that there's an insurrection, In the outlands, you know, in that dark, forest section." Enraged, the queen decided to investigate and see for herself what was causing such a stir. She disguised herself with makeup as an ugly old crone. She wore rags and posed as a peddler of women's articles; knickers, corsets and the like...even marital aids and drug paraphernalia. She delved deeply into the forest and discovered in a hidden glen the dwarfs' house, now enlarged, with large, well-tended vegetable gardens. She crept around behind it and saw a dwarf behind a tree, masturbating what was his sizable, well-formed, cock. Given the queen's salacious nature, she tarried a while and watched the fellow – fascinated, and rubbing herself between her legs as she did so – until he jerked himself to orgasm, then lay down in the shade for a nap. It was Sleepy, whose turn that day was to guard Snow White while his mates were mining for copper and gold. The queen, limping along on her walking stick as if she were crippled, crept past his now-snoozing form and made for the front door, convinced that the house's occupant might reveal some useful political information. She tapped on the door and it opened to reveal her step-daughter, the princess Snow White. "Fair damsel," her phony old crone voice cracked as she recovered from shock, "I have items for you; undies and bras, roach clips and bongs, even those new things that are called thongs!" Snow White Redux "Thank you, good woman," said the princess, not recognizing her disguised step-mother, "but I need none of those. You see, during the day I make my own clothes!" "But I notice, forgive me, you do lack amenities. I mean, of course, that you're not wearing pan-i-ties!" "Too true," said Snow White. "My quim is quite bare. No cloth, and I shave, not a hint of black hair!" "And what of the master? Does he not complain?" asked the crafty queen. "Surely the looks of the peasants cause pain!" "Oh, no!" said Snow White. "Au contraire," she cooed. "My lovers, all seven, are kept in good mood! And the peasants, by the hundreds, they're never rude." Seven lovers! thought the queen. The slut! She probably begs for it up the butt! "Well, clearly, you don't need a dildo," she muttered, cursing, since she'd wanted to sell a poisoned vaginal probe to the princess. "Perhaps, then, some skin cream, so their pricks stay...just so!" she said, extending her fist upward in the universal sign of male erection. "Only a looking-glass is what I need," said Snow White, "to assure my soft skin's free of copious seed." After all, she thought, when a girl has seven lovers, she always can use a mirror to observe proper hygiene. "On my next trip, child, I'll bring you a glass, so on those lewd nights you can cleanse your fair ass." Then she was gone. That night Doc learned of the woman's visit and disciplined Sleepy. He questioned Snow White's descriptions of the woman, which told him that she was a spy...or worse! Suspecting the worst, that it was the wicked queen, he rued the day of her return, and went about making preparations to secure their lair from an attack. At that very moment the queen was plotting. She scourged the huntsman for lying to her. She thought of castrating him, but loved his prick too much. Her true enemy was elsewhere, she knew, and she ordered him to draft a small army of peasants to raid the forest and kill Snow White and the dwarfs. She, herself, would accompany the force, and would bring along her magic mirror to consult for advice. She'd already been told of the source of the dwarfs' income – the gold and copper mines in the mountains – and the looking-glass would reveal their location so she could claim them and make them her own. On the next Sunday morning the huntsman on horseback drove his peasant infantry ahead of him, whipping them and threatening death to anyone who deserted. Armed only with sticks, they marched with seething hatred for their master, hoping that by chance he might meet a violent end. When they reached the dwarf's hidden glen, the queen's open carriage, with her mirror, took a place convenient for viewing the skirmish. From her perch, the queen – fetchingly clothed in black, thigh-high boots, a leather battle skirt and bronze breastplate – could see her step-daughter at work, tending the vegetable gardens. The dwarfs were not to be seen, however. They had been warned by the magpies and were hiding in the tall grass and in the trees, awaiting the queen's invasion. As the peasants marched forward, the dwarfs popped up in the tall grass, warning them away from several deep pits – covered with branches – that had been dug to ensnare evil-doers. The grateful army then just kept marching forward until they disappeared into the trees on the other side of the clearing. The queen's huntsman galloped after the troopers, furious that his peasants had shirked their duty, unaware of the camouflaged pits. His horse, however, sensed where the pits were and skidded to a halt just short of the edge of one, throwing the evil man over its precipice. Seeing this, the peasantry, long angry with the queen's bullying servant, ran to the edge and began beating the huntsman severely with their long sticks until he was unconscious. Then they pissed on him. The queen, seeing her champion vanquished by the peasantry, drew her sword and her carriage driver sped to dispatch Snow White, who'd been watching the advance from the garden. As she neared, the dwarfs in the trees swung down on vines and frightened the queen's horses, throwing her from the wagon hard onto her shapely backside. Taking flight, she stumbled into another of the deep pits, followed by an enraged gang of peasants. Soon her clothing began flying into the air and shouts of anger, lust and revenge filled the clearing. The citizenry swooped down upon her, taking advantage of the unfortunate, screaming, naked woman's plight and – man after horny man – the villagers lewdly satisfied themselves with all of her body's orifices. At day's end, the exhausted, spunk-covered queen and her battered, urine-soaked huntsman were locked in a cage and taken back to the village by the peasants to await a trial. The magic mirror was then taken into the cottage, where Snow White and the dwarfs began consulting it. It said, "O, fair princess, you must now be smart; Your father is old and has a bad heart." She responded, "I know, wise friend, that he's very feeble, And lacks the energy to lead our good people." The mirror cautioned, "You must, then, be careful and choose a good mate; Someone kind, with vision...a proper head of state." Snow White looked about, and her eyes fell on Doc...the only person she knew who met those criteria. Yet he was a dwarf! Even though well respected by the peasantry – and the young princess thought the world of him – there would always be whispers...especially about their life in the bedchamber. The mirror noticed her quandary and suggested the following: "Lead your heart's choice by the hand; And step through my face to a land, Where love governs all, from the short to the tall, With good people as numerous as sand." And so it happened. Snow White and Doc stepped through the looking glass into a happier world – where little animals sang and young children played – as Doc immediately began growing very tall, absorbing the handsome prince's spirit that had long been captive in the looking glass. The princess failed to believe her eyes as the diminutive Doc grew to over well over six feet in height, and took on the virile look of an entirely different young man in his twenties. The clothing Doc had been wearing stretched until it was in tatters, as all those around watched him assume his new form. "We have much to discuss, princess," he said in dulcet tones, as he took her by the hand and started to lead her away. "I must agree," she said. "But first you must let me sew you new clothing," she said, eyeing his trousers, which had ripped open at the seat and crotch, exposing his male parts. "Come now, into the house. The villagers are beginning to titter." Once inside, the prince reminded Snow White of the many times she had masturbated in front of the mirror. "As you grew up, your beauty and openness set my heart afire," said the young man...the new personification of Doc. "I must say that you, now, fan the flames in my breast," said the girl, "so much that I feel faint and in need of repose. If I may I'll take to bed, and rest – later for the clothes. The feeling 'twixt my legs needs what Doc has always given as most healing therapy." And with that she doffed her brief garments, slipping quickly to her clean sheets as the prince frantically dispensed of his torn, ragged clothing. Their young bodies merged quickly together, with moaning, wet mouths soon finding one another's genitals. With the prince on the bottom, and Snow White on the top, they rapidly helped each other to pop. "Oh, my Gawd, prince," she gasped, "your tongue is quite magical. Another like that and I'll sing a canticle!" "Not at all, miss," said the prince. "Your throat is a miracle. I'm drained to the point that I'm nearly hysterical!" Epilogue And so it came to pass that Snow White and her prince – the artist previously known as Doc – became the figureheads in the kingdom, though they never married. Snow White and the prince decided that, given their experience, making love was the best way to keep peace in the land. As the years went by, then, the erstwhile kingdom became the diplomatic center of the continent, and the young couple gave freely of themselves as lovers...the binding force of doc-ratic politics. Whenever a neighboring warlike leader threatened the peace, he would be invited to spend time in the castle, where Snow White would employ her ample bedroom talents to lighten the bellicose statesman's anger. On those particular nights the prince always returned to his eternal shelter in the mirror, to observe Snow White carnally entertain the potentially dangerous politician. The dwarfs were popularly elected to the new parliament, and served as consulting diplomats to surrounding parliaments which had duplicated the "doc-ratic" movement. And, though now only six in number, they intermarried with the villagers, having been trained in the arts of love by their princess. They raised many families, all of whom returned frequently to the little cottage and the deep pool in the forest on Sundays...sometimes to picnic, but most times to observe the naked princess bathe. Thanks for your support. Votes and feedback are appreciated.