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Snow White

By: bradley_stoke



Snow White was feeling wretched and miserable as she lay naked in the shadows of the tall forest trees, as well she might after her unexpected rape at the hands of the forester. It had seemed such a jolly idea at first when he suggested walking into the woods with her ostensibly to show her what he did for a living, and the fact it was sanctioned by her usually unsympathetic stepmother and guardian made it an especial treat. But then he turned on her, beating her about the face, pulling off her clothes, and then forcing himself on her. At first, Snow White had no idea what was happening to her, but it soon became clear when he pulled down his britches, pulled out his erect penis and violated her. Whether the rape was to be all that she was to endure she didn’t know, but in the struggle she managed to loosen his grip and ran deep into the woods.

She had no idea where she was or whether the forester was still running after her, but the pain she felt from his punches and the stinging, aching pain between her legs had weakened her so much that after a while all she could do was collapse onto the bracken, a trail of blood coursing down her inside thighs. Perhaps she was saved by the torrential rain that started within minutes of her escape. The forester’s dog would probably have lost her scent, but it served to make her even more miserable. Her long hair was thoroughly damp and streaks of rain slid over her pale skin. Yet another misery in a thoroughly miserable life, which had steadily become worse since her father had died in suspicious circumstances.

Snow White lay in the damp undergrowth for hours, as she gradually recuperated from her pains. The early morning sun eventually rose in the sky, and shafts of light penetrated through the canopy of leaves above her, revealing to anyone passing by, a wretched sight as she lay prostrate on the ground, hardly conscious but not able to fall fully asleep. Her face was damp with tears, as much as her hair was damp from the rain and her body from the early morning dew.

And this is how Snow White was found by the seven dwarves who lived in a decrepit cottage in the middle of the forest, not far from the pit shaft where they worked. Shunned by the world for their freakish appearance, they had grouped together where they dug coal from beneath the ground and sold it at the market alongside the metal tools and garden vegetables they produced. The dwarves were not a pretty bunch. Their heads were large, their bodies small, and their limbs short and stubby. They were related to each other, but not too closely, and the brighter ones still felt bitterness towards a world that either treated them as objects of fun and derision or feared them as servants of the devil. This latter reputation protected them to some extent from those who might otherwise steal from them, or sell them off to a circus freak show, but it meant that other than each other they rarely had any human contact at all.

It was Sneezy who saw Snow White. He earned his name from the dust allergy which was in no way assisted by his labours in the coal mine and made much of his life a constant misery. He was recovering from another fit of sneezing, while his six comrades marched ahead, when he caught a glimpse of Snow White’s remarkably pale skin through the trees, where she was illuminated by the sun breaking through the canopy. He signalled to the others to be quiet, knowing that it was he who was most likely to break the silence, and the seven dwarves gathered around Snow White’s body.

She was moaning from pain, a darkening bruise on her cheek and over her eye, cuts and bruises all over her body, both from the rape and her naked chase through the dark forest, including a nasty gash on one of her ankles. Her legs were spread open which meant that for all the dwarves except the resourceful Doc, this was the first time any of them had ever seen a woman’s crotch. Snow White looked up at the dwarves around her, shivering with fear. She believed that she was about to be attacked by goblins or trolls who, as legend had it, feasted on the flesh of virgins snatched from the villages. She had never seen such a deformed or ugly bunch of people.

There was Sneezy, whose nose was constantly red and from which usually trailed a globule of snot. There was Sleepy who had once contracted an illness which had left him permanently lethargic and for whom all physical effort was twice as great as it would for anyone else. And the dwarves were known for their hard work. There was Doc, the de facto leader of the group who handled the dwarves’ financial affairs and had negotiated terms with merchants in the larger towns for some of their goods. He was short sighted, but had succeeded in manufacturing spectacles which partly corrected his vision, but meant that he looked especially monstrous behind the thick glass. There was Grumpy who was well-named, and was also the ugliest of the seven dwarves: one eye lower than the other and his mouth twisted up to one side. Then there was Happy who was a bit of a practical joker, but retained his popularity with a good wit and a willingness to accept as good as he gave. Bashful had a large birthmark on most of his face, which he was understandably reluctant to let people see. And finally there was Dopey. In most communities, he would have been considered a village idiot, if he hadn’t died in childhood, but amongst the dwarves, his drooping lower lip and blatant mental deficiency were treated with a sympathy unusual in these harsh unforgiving times.

“Don’t eat me! Spare me!” gasped Snow White, too weak to stand up and make a run for safety.

The dwarves laughed, not all of them kindly, at the girl’s stupidity and ignorance. Doc, however, could see an advantage to be gained from the situation, even if he couldn’t focus especially well on the physical manifestation of it. Here was a source of boundless rest and recreation for him and his comrades, and no doubt a willing worker in the cottage. Domesticity and home-cooking did not come easily to the dwarves, and Doc was all too aware of how filthy and untidy the dwarves’ cottage was. He slapped Dopey hard on the ear, who was laughing along with the others without really being sure what was the object of their humour. Perhaps a naked woman in the woods was inherently amusing in itself.

“Don’t laugh at the pretty lady,” he commanded. For some of the dwarves, this mention of Snow White’s prettiness was the first time that it occurred to them that this find carried some material value. “You can see she’s in distress. Let’s take her home with us and care for her.” He leaned over to smile at the girl. “I don’t know what you think we are, dear lady, but we’re not ogres or monsters. We are mere artisans who live in the forest, making a living from our own toil and we don’t wish you or anyone else any harm.”

Snow White was reassured by the dwarf’s kindness, although he looked so monstrous behind the thick lenses of his spectacles, and she gushed forth in a torrent of tears of gratitude which served both to clean her face and to make her look more wretched. “Thank you, kind sir. You’re generosity and kindness is surely more than I truly deserve. I have been wrongfully used, but I am sure that you will not be so monstrous as to treat me so criminally.” 

It was not easy getting Snow White back to the cottage, but the dwarves had great ingenuity. They fashioned a stretcher from some branches and a cloth and carried her back on that, but it was not an easy journey back for the small men. For a start, although they were all of small height and stature, they were not all the same height. Some of the dwarves were just three feet tall, while others were more than four feet in height, not a huge difference in absolute terms but quite substantial relative to each other. But after much grumbling and some great effort, she was back at the cottage, and was laid down on two beds which were given to her, at great expense to Dopey and Bashful, the two dwarves least likely to complain. And there she lay for several days while a great fever engulfed her and the dwarves bickered amongst themselves as to why they should even bother with her.

Eventually, Snow White was lucid enough to see where she was: and a filthy, dusty place it was too. Doc came to see her while Snow White sat up in the bed, naked of course as the dwarves had no clothes which were nearly big enough for her. He looked at her perky, sharp nippled breasts with pleasure that he just about managed to disguise. He stood by Snow White as she turned to him, with a sad look in his face.

“How are you feeling, my dear?” he asked in a gruff but slightly squeaky voice.

“Much better,” Snow White replied with some effort. “You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?”

For a start you can clean up the cottage, thought Doc, but he was too tactful to say anything. “We’ll see,” he said with a smile. “We are hard working people, and we need as much help as we can. If you are willing, would you help us keep house and home?”

“Gladly,” smiled Snow White who at that stage had no idea what a formidable task lay in front of her. After all, housework was something she had become more than a little familiar with after the years spent skivvying in her stepmother’s large rambling house. However, as her full wits returned to her, she saw just what a mountain she had to climb. She was not only expected to dust and clean the house, but to maintain the fire, cut wood, prepare them dinner and sew their clothes. This was more work than she’d ever done before, and at the end of each day the cottage became only gradually more presentable than the decrepit hole it was when she first arrived.

Moreover, all this work she had to do, however wet, cool or windy it was, had to be done naked. The dwarves were not prepared to make her any clothes and Snow White was in no sense of the word encouraged to do something which, in any case, she only had the most rudimentary idea of how to do. And she soon became aware that the dwarves much preferred her to be naked, a thrill which she was only beginning to understand. They argued that they had more than enough work to do in making a bed which was big enough for her to sleep in, so that Bashful and Dopey could sleep on something more comfortably than smelly damp sheepskins in front of the dying embers of the fire. 

As she worked, most of the day by herself whilst the dwarves laboured down the pit, she took pleasure from singing to herself while birds hovered around in the garden and mice scurried across the floor. She knew very few songs, but those she did afforded her immense pleasure. One song she particularly liked was ‘Sometime My Prince Will Come’, a traditional tune addressing the longings of many lonely women in a country ravaged by war where men were frequently in short supply. She would sometimes pause with the brush in her hand and think of some dashing prince who would one day come by, recognise her beauty and take her away to another place. She would look at her skinny frame, the dark hairs of her crotch against her snowy white skin, her thin legs and perky breasts and imagine herself in the hands of someone like the young men she occasionally saw when she was at her stepmother’s house.

However, no prince came by to sweep her off her feet or to enjoy her body close to his. Instead, Snow White came to know what else her gratitude to the dwarves entailed. Doc was a subtle man, but he knew how to achieve his end. He reminded Snow White that she was no virgin and appraised her of the need to boost the morale of his comrades. And then he taught her what was expected of her, revealing a penis which despite Doc’s size was, erect, much the same dimensions as the forester’s, the only other penis she had ever seen. 

“Relax! It’s only natural. And it is every girl’s duty, as surely as it is to keep the cottage clean and to prepare us our dinners.”

And Snow White had no reason to disbelieve him, as she took his strange smelling organ into her mouth and jerked it up and down as Doc advised her. And then, when it was as erect as it could be, the dwarf gasping and grunting with excitement, she allowed it to be taken into her vagina, a place until now only associated with the release of urination, the pain of monthly periods and the shame of her rape. Although Doc was the most practised of the dwarves at lovemaking, he was not an expert. He knelt between her much longer legs, supporting himself on her upper thighs, as he thrust back and forth, a sensation Snow White tolerated but was not enjoying in the slightest. The pain was quite acute as it pushed into flesh that hadn’t fully recovered from its recent violation.

And Doc, of course, was not the only dwarf to penetrate her, although he was probably her most frequent lover. All the dwarves took turns with her, and, frequently, more than one would be enjoying her naked body, happily fed on the food she’d prepared, wearing the jerkins she had repaired, pushing into her vagina with penises of seven different sizes and personalities. Although Doc was slightly rough and crude, often taking his pleasure in Snow White’s anus as well as her vagina, an entry initially tight and painful, he was probably the least bad of the dwarves. Although ill-informed and often crude, he had more idea than all the other dwarves put together as to how to put a girl at ease and how to treat her. The jerks of his pelvis at her vagina may have been mechanical and predictable, but at least he didn’t slap her or slobber over her. After a while, Snow White was able to tell that it was him who was fucking her, even though she might have been distracted by another penis in her mouth or even another one pushing into her arse at the same time: quite a feat for such small people!

Sneezy was always rather brief and spasmodic: rather quickly loosing his weight of semen into her vagina while he was engulfed in a storm of sneezes. But Snow White preferred him fucking her, than running his tongue over her body, inevitably leaving a trail of snot and mucus wherever he had been. Just one of the many traces of sex and slobbery that Snow White would soon have to sponge off with icy cold water in the wooden basin. Sleepy was unenergetic, but sometimes succumbed to exhaustion in the middle of his exertions, his small frame collapsing onto her breasts, a thin trail of drool coming from his mouth. Happy lived up to his name: his penis was the largest of the dwarves, an attribute which made him inordinately happy. It was painful enough when he fucked her vagina, but when he forced it down her throat or up her arse, this was often pain she could barely endure.

These were the dwarves she minded least. Of the others, she wasn’t sure whose lovemaking she disliked the most. Was it Bashful with his hideous birthmark that he insisted she lick with her tongue? Was it Grumpy, who was bad-tempered and impatient with her, frequently slapping her as he grunted away with his small penis trying to gain presence inside her orifices, his favourite of which being inevitably her anus? Or was it Dopey, from whose lip always dribbled a long drool of saliva, who fucked like an animal: viciously, unremittingly and eventually with an unpleasant release of semen which sometimes got her on the face, and in her eyes, and only rarely anywhere between her legs.

And she never knew when the dwarves would be finished. With so many of them, however exhausted she might be after hours of fucking there was always at least one who still had reservoirs of energy and semen to work out on her. The nights would go on for too long, her sleep caught in snatches between spasms of lovemaking, sometimes when blissful repose had finally come on her, and then another prick in her face or her arse. Her orifices were constantly sore and bruised and there was always a nasty bitter and sour taste in her mouth. 

Her relief when the dwarves left to work in the early morning sunlight was compromised by the thought of the exhausting tasks she had in front of her. Washing up the dishes from the night before, preparing meals, chopping wood, gathering vegetables and mushrooms from the dwarves’ garden plot, skinning rabbits and pheasants and occasionally boar, and, if there was time, dusting, cleaning and scrubbing the cottage. Often she was on her hands and knees, with a damp cold cloth and sweat pouring off her brow, her only comfort being her singing. 

And worse was to come. She’d noticed that she was no longer having monthly periods, but in her naïveté she assumed that with so much sperm inside her it had simply blocked up her system, although she was still able to shit and piss, which she always did outside naked in the rain and snow where her ordure could be used as fertiliser for the plot, the laying of which she never relished. But then there was the swelling in her stomach which she knew for sure meant that she was pregnant. It was Doc who had to inform her how this had happened. Snow White was terribly innocent of the causes of pregnancy assuming that a girl needed the happy grace of marriage for this blessing of God’s creation to be bestowed on her. When she learnt about the link between her nightly indignities and her changed condition this made her somewhat bitter about it, frightened that she would soon be the mother of another freak like one of the seven possible fathers.

Her state of pregnancy did not lead to a lessening of the dwarves’ predation on her body. They didn’t mind the swell of her stomach or the growing heaviness of her breasts. Indeed they frequently put their mouths to her large sore nipples in the hope that they would have a drink of the milk that would surely soon be emanating from them. And it only made her labours in the cottage harder to bear. The weight of logs and the heat of the kitchen fire became more painful burdens than ever for her to endure.

As more months were added to her pregnancy, Snow White became ever more desperate for a reprieve from her life of sex and servitude. She was miserable when she looked after the house, the added weight of her unborn child making her labours increasingly onerous. She was miserable when the dwarves came home, their rapacious sexual appetite not lessening while her own was diminishing yet further with the burden and discomfort of her gravidity. But every day as she pushed her broom, she would look out at the Spring sky, the birds frolicking in the warm rays of the sun, and sing to herself longingly that one day her prince would come.

However, the only visitor Snow White ever had since her first days at the cottage was a woman in her late forties wrapped in a black shawl, carrying a wicker basket in which there were several apples and pears. The dwarves were at the pit, and Snow White, naked as always, was pushing her broom across the uneven rocky floor. The woman put her head through the window, the shutters having been parted, and yelled across to Snow White “Would you like to buy some of my fruit, dear?”

Snow White looked up from the floor where her broom had been sweeping and smiled. The woman’s voice was such a welcome sound after all these months. A trilling soprano sound, in such contrast to the gruff alto tenors of the seven dwarves. “I’d love to,” she said, “but I have no money.”

“Nor any clothes, I see,” sniffed the middle-aged woman. “And this the first cottage I’ve come across in this accursed wood for many a mile. Would you be so kind as to let me rest my weary limbs before I go on my way?”

“Of course, I will,” eagerly cried Snow White, unlatching the door and letting the woman in. She shuffled in, pushing back her hood to reveal a handsome chin and face, with long greying hair, a proud arch to her slightly ragged neck and the smallest trace of a wart below the curve of her lower lip. After seeing only small ugly men for so many months, just the presence of another woman was striking enough, but overwhelming everything else were the woman’s piercing dark eyes which ever so slightly reminded Snow White of her stepmother. The woman sat down on a wooden stool, and placed her basket on her knees.


Snow White



In the ancient kingdom of Nevar, there was a grand estate that was so old the young folk said the country was built around it. For centuries, the house was a welcoming inn for traveling adventurers, desperate lovers fleeing with their forbidden love, and magicians who entertained the guests with their amazing manipulations of light and sound. There were gardens to be lost in, vineyards for the finest wines and animals of every exotic species wandered where they will. Within, every room had a fire place and deep set windows with beautiful views of both the sunrise and sunset. It was a sanctuary for some and a play world for others for the owners of the estate were a generous and caring family that passed on from parent to child the importance of sharing their blessings. The house was blessed indeed for all those who visited were able to take some of the magic with them to spread around the world. 

But even the moon has a dark side and tragedy eventually struck the happy hearth of the mansion. The young mother and wife, who was the darling rose of the estate, died while giving birth to her first born. The joy of the arrival of the beautiful babe and the pain of the bereavement tore the young lord's mind apart. His days were spent wondering in the woods and staring into the pond. The dances and games dwindled in time and the affairs of the inn went to less polite entertainments. The distraught father did not notice the trollops and gamblers that now infested his home. In time, an avarice, greedy woman came into control of the estate and turned it into a house of ill repute. 

Although it's fame did not fall, it's name did. It was now known as a haven of sex and lust. Sailors and middle aged business men came from miles around to sample the thighs and cleavage of the nubile young vixens that punched their tickets all night and all day too. But the new proprietor was by no means a sexist traditionalist without an eye for a new market. Scores of pretty boys and brigades of strapping young men with sinewy limbs provided service for those willing to pay the price. The rooms were all turned into bedrooms with the plushest of pillows and there were enough mirrors installed to reflect the moon full scale. The cleaning crew never bothered with the 'do not enter' signs and the pools had to be sanitized every morning. 

The young lord never noticed the changes to his home. The only thing he ever cared about was the new born girl who was quickly growing without a mother to love her. He would comb her black hair and hold her tiny hands which trembled ever so slightly. But even the joy that she gave him was not enough to salve the wound in his heart. As the years passed, he grew weaker and weaker. The new madam of the castle knew that the little girl was important to him, so one night she promised to the sickening lord that she would always take care of the raven eyed child with the alabaster skin. When the child was no more than five, she lost her other parent and the world turned grey. 

The ice madam was a calculating, stoic woman and maybe even a witch. She kept Snow White with her and made sure that she was well fed and had her own room. And all growing up she witnessed the adulterations and perversions of people from all over the world. But she saw it all with blank staring eyes without a blush at every extreme fetish. In all this world of desire and satiation, she kept her tastes simple, she didn't even like candy very much. The years passed and she grew into a beautiful young woman. Her lily white skin made the snow look dull and faded. Her hair was such a deep, rich black that it's marvel was only matched by her midnight rich eyes. Her form was the perfect balance between grace and strength and she moved with the lithe grace of cat. Her exquisite beauty had caught the eye of many of the roving patrons of the degenerate brothel but she shunned their stare. She moved like a ghost amongst the stone staircases and wandered the halls in the wee hours of the morn when all were passed out. But the constant inquires about who she was and how much she cost eventually began to whet the greed of the Madam of the establishment. When she approached Snow White about adding her assets to the market, she received only a glare for response. But her figure and face became the most coveted object in the mansion for everyone knows that what you can't have is the most desirable. 

Finally, some fat, old lord offered the Dame a price she couldn't refuse and the key was given to Snow White's room and a guarantee that no one would come running if cries were heard coming from the old turret where she locked herself away. The whole brothel held it's breadth in anticipation and several of the old wenches cried at the thought of the injury. The pig of a man drank heavily and spoke gruffly of the pleasures he would partake in that night. Several of the guests smiled to each other as they thought of the future sweets they would take as soon as the cake had been cut. The lord finally threw down his goblet and staggered his way to the staircase. Everyone watched as he pulled himself up the banister and trudge down the hall way. 

There was a click of the key, the creak of the door and then a bang as it slammed shut. For a moment there was silence and then a terrible scream. A crash and shattering followed by pleas for mercy and then several loud thumps came from Snow White's section of the old stone house. Those who knew the girl felt their hearts rend and after a moment's hesitation, a number of the harlots and gigolos ran up the stairs. Their jobs and even their hides were not worth the desecration of someone as pure as Snow White. But as they reach the door, it flew open and the old geezer came tearing out, blood streaming down his forehead. He broke past the rescuers who had to catch Snow White as she chased after him with a table leg in her hands. His yelling could be heard all the way to the madam's chambers. The servants and dancers all disappeared and Snow sauntered her way about the building with the table leg over her shoulder. All thoughts of ravishing her fell from the minds of the horny patrons. 

In fact, business suffered it's own bruises and bumps that night. The Madam was less than pleased and confronted Snow White in the morning. She told the raven haired girl that if she didn't start earning her keep in the house that she would have to leave. Snow quickly brought up the fact that the house was hers by birthright and that the Madam was the guest here. The Grand Dame spun on her heels at that and stormed out of the hall. 

It was bad enough that she couldn't cash in on Snow's beauty but now that she was driving away the customers, something had to be done. The latest threat over who owned the establishment was too much. A scheme twisted it's way into her mind and an evil idea stained her brain. A fat, old merchant could not break her spirit or lift her skirts but a soldier of fortune could handle the task. Through connections that she kept in the underworld of vice and crime, she heard of a man who would and could do anything for a price. When she tried to find out his name, she soon discovered that he had none, nor was he formally known as something else. He was a mercenary who killed with the same expression as reading a book. She offered a huge sum for a most sinister request. Take the girl into the woods and dash her spirit on the ground. Ravish her pride and bruise her innocent skin. And then toss her body to the sex elves that live deep in the wood. When they had trained her in the arts of pleasing the body, she would be brought back to be the main course of the brothel's menu.

The man with no name went straight to the task. He twisted her arms about till she couldn't move and threw her over his shoulder. No one could stop the soldier as he strode out, tied her on his horse and rushed off into the woods. When they were miles from the estate, in lands that Snow White had never entered, he stopped the horse and pulled her off. As he untied her hands, she tried to strike him but he warded off her blow with bored ease. He gripped her wrists and pushed her against a tree. She struggled for a while and then stopped, just looking into his face. Something was strange, something was missing, the man with no name thought. She was not screaming or crying. This peculiarity made him notice her for the first time. She had eyes that were so black that it's depth could not be fathomed and her skin was so soft like the underwing of a dove. As he was pressed against her, he felt a body, warm and heaving with breadth. She was full like an ice cream cone overstuffed, dripping vanilla down it's sides. For a flash, he wanted her, not frightened and pained but on top, pressing down. But then he remembered who he was and came to a clear realization who she really was. Snow White could see the change in his eyes and was frightened no longer. There were no words passed between them till he mounted his steed and then she thanked him. She never knew how nice it was to be out of that house in which she had known only misery.

She looked about at the darkening forest that surrounded her. She had no cloak, no provisions and no idea where to go. She signed a breadth that she had held since she had been born and started to wander, following the hopping frogs and erratic trails of the awakening bats.

It was a quaint little house the way that Indian elephants have quaint little ears. It was shaped like a mushroom and had holiday decorations that were left up all year round. There was a jack-o-lantern with a candle always burning and the Christmas lights that were strung along the roof trim constantly changed the color of the tiles so that you were never too sure what shade the tiles were. There were cutouts of easter bunnies and thanksgiving turkeys in the windows. Pink flamingos and little garden gnomes littered the yard. 

Snow White was so intrigued by the array of junk that she was lost in reminiscing a childhood that she never had. But the baying of wolves in the distance made her remember why she had come to this house in the first place. It is when she had to bend down to knock that she first noticed how small the door was. It was painted all green and had a phallic door knocker that she was too shy to touch so she just rapped on the wood with her clenched fist. She immediately heard a rustle inside and in a window nearby, the curtains parted and she could barely make out a little head and two, bright and shiny eyes. She heard some whispering and then another tiny window showed another head with pointed ears. She called out and introduced herself. 

This produced another flurry of activity and then several more heads appeared in windows that seemed to just grow out of the strange house. Snow White pleaded, demanded, hammered and hollered but the odd, shiny eyes just watched in fascination. Finally, as the night was drawing in on her, she just shoved on the little door and it gave way. All was darkness inside. She couldn't just walk in as the door was much too low. So she dropped down on her hands and knees and tried to wiggle her way inside. There was a great commotion and she saw one of the little men slip outside. There was just one candle burning but it showed a room that was much bigger on the inside than on the out. But her attention was held by six peculiar, little men that were harbored inside. They looked like men but only much smaller. Their expressions were first of fright which was obvious due to her imposing size but it soon changed to fits of glee when they realized that she was stuck. She pushed with her knees and pulled with her hands but only wedged herself deeper. By now the elves were rolling with laughter. Apparently, there were other means for them to come and go but she was not so lucky.

She was about to ask for help when she felt a sharp pinch on her buttocks. She let out a high yelp and banged her head on the ceiling. This only added fuel to the little men's mirth. But when she felt tiny hands place themselves on her rump a second time, she shoved with all of her might and penetrated the small enclosure.

Once inside she saw the most remarkable sight. Six little men were joined by another as they stood, gawking at her just as she looked at them. But surely she could not have appeared as odd. They were about the height of her chest and of slender build. Their child like faces were framed by tussled locks which barely hid pointed ears that protruded like horns out of the sides of their heads. They whispered to each other, covering their mouths with slender, delicate hands and giggled like kids. Some just nodded, others looked her up and down as if judging a sculpture and one even leaned over to give her a sniff. But Snow was never scared about being stuck in this round house with seven strange men. They had a look about them, though it did not suggest innocence, it was apparent that they were friendly. 

"Who are you?" she asked finally. They all answered at once so that she could not discern a single name but they sounded like verbs. "Wait," she said, pointing to an elf that had full, moist lips like a skinned plum, "what is your name?"

"Kisses," he said with a pout and came up close to her face. "And who might you be, cherry mouth?" he asked.

Somehow, she wasn't offended by his forwardness and responded, "My name is Snow White." She turned around, asking each elf their name and had to respond each time to the same question as to who she was as if her name may be different for every one of them. The one called Caresses, took her hand ever so lightly when they introduced and Strokes ran his fingers along her arm. Suckles left a lingering kiss on her hand and Squeeze gave her a warm, welcoming hug. There was one elf who appeared darker than the others but it was hard to tell because he was always in the shadows. He said he was named Fornicate but he had several nicknames that she could choose from or devise her own. By this time, Snow noticed that there were only six elves and that one must have slipped away but just as she realized who, she felt a sharp pain in the behind again. 

"Hi! My name is Pinch," he said with devilish glee. 

"Well, hello! My name is Snow White," she said as she tweaked his cheek.

She was welcomed right away into the happy little home and after applying a little creamy substance that was in jars and tubes all around, she found that she could slip in and out of the house with ease. It was a truly magical place and the atmosphere was always the most poetic. When it was a starry night, it was as if the tiny stars were screaming in brilliant, silent flashes. Summer afternoons lasted forever with shadows crawling over the fields and hills. Every morning was spring and the evenings were perfect Indian summers.

Snow White found herself in another house of sex but this was vastly different. Her old home was a world of groping, leering decrepitude with lust intermingled with greed. But here, the elves brought home woodland nymphs who were simply bouncing with anticipation. Occasionally, a nervous human girl or an bold, older woman would be escorted in by one of the elves. Snow watched in fascination the unveiling of clothes, the detail and attention to every inch of exposed skin and the burning, driving strength of the little elves. They played with the women's bodies the way fish move through water and they slid over their flesh like birds soaring on the wind. A subtle but rich fragrance waft in the air on slow mornings as the lovers lay entangled amongst each other, fingers and mouths playing with whatever skin was available. Sitting up on her bed, Snow watched and learned. This was so different from the sex that she had see growing up. Those people were so busy trying to get something to please themselves, these lovers found joy in giving pleasure to others. 

The elves never approached Snow White but occasionally, they would invite her over with a glance. The elves knew that to feel the real pleasure, to experience the true ecstasy, the water must flow from deep inside of her to carry her over to the world of licks, scratches and penetration. Unfortunately, Pinches didn't quite see it this way and Snow had to constantly keep looking around behind her.

Back at the brothel, business was on the upswing. More and more customers came to sample the wares that the Madam provided for every perversion and fetish. No request was refused and nothing was forbidden. People from far away lands came to devour the fruits of the mansion. Connoisseurs waited for the latest product and new pleasures had to be invented every week. The most bizarre proposals became a challenge for the Madam to match. Finally, a simple request came that stumped her. A group of very wealthy aristocrats pooled their money together and made an obvious if not difficult bid. They wished to have the most beautiful girl in the world. By this time, the dame had no concerns over convincing any girl to work for her but the whole question rested on who that might be. Wizards were consulted, sacrifices to oracles were made and witches were bribed with baby fat but to no avail. There were too many personal tastes and secretly the Madam thought that she was the most beautiful of all and didn't want to be proven wrong. The whole estate was perplexed with the question and the days that passed only fueled the interest. Weary from the quest, the Madam locked herself in her chamber and paced the room. What is beauty and who could it be? How can she score that fat wad of cash? She found herself looking in the mirror and wondering why she couldn't be the one. As she looked at her image, she realized that she was just looking at a mirror. 

Strangely, she asked aloud, "Hey, mirror, so like, whose the babieus maximus? I mean, the sexiest, hottest, ripest piece of lust muffin on the whole, friggin' planet?"

The mirror's surface began to ripple as when a pebble is tossed in water and when it settled, she saw the image of Snow White, sitting in a woodland cottage, surrounded by dreamy eyed, naked elves, stroking a wild cat in her lap.

Of course, she thought. She had forgotten the troublesome vixen who she had sent away for training. She now must be ripe for service and at the perfect time, too. She sent an envoy to summon Snow White back to the estate to apply her new found skills to the group of generous perverts. The banquet hall was set and announcement went out. The long search was over and everyone was excited about finding who was the most beautiful girl in the world, especially the customers who were footing the bill. Thus, you can image the disappointment when all but one of the messengers return and even he was limping from a broken shaft protruding out of his buttocks. Apparently, little had changed in Snow's demeanor and attitude. Foiled again and with worse consequences, the Dame didn't care for the money anymore. It was personal vengeance that plotted her next scheme. 

The patrons only asked for a girl, not her services or even her consciousness. She realized that delivering a dead body would be a little to squeamish for these wealthy johns but a sleeping one may do. Again, the sorcerers, shamen and alchemists were charged with a concoction that would put the fiery temper of a young woman away for ever. But no potion, pill or brew had the lasting or power sufficient to sedate the heiress to the mansion. Finally, the Madam plucked an apple from her own garden and slept with it every night, whispering spells and incantation into it's skin. The apple became a rosy red and the shine was bright enough to dazzle the eyes. She dipped it in sugar and let the bees drip honey all over the over ripe fruit. When it was ready, she placed it in her deepest pocket and headed off. 

She wrapped herself in cloaks and pulled the hood well over to close her eyes. She did not want anyone to see her leave the estate so that word would not reach the young harlot-to-be before she arrived. As she left the lands, she became wearier sooner than she thought she would. Her breadth turned to wheezes and she found the use of a staff necessary to continue on the journey. But it was when she reached out to pick up a stick for walking, she noticed the age spots on her hands. The weariness of the past few days must have taken it's toll on her complexion she thought. As soon as Snow was asleep, her skin and mind would clear. But the further she went, the more wrinkled and aged her hand appeared. She did her best to ignore this but when she had to stop near a pond to rest her legs, she took a peek into the water. What she saw there almost caused her to shout out in horror. She saw an old woman, a crone well past her prime and looking like a rotting, old log slowly turning into dirt. The hours that she had been away from the castle had put decades onto her lifespan. The wizen Dame knew that she had to deliver the poison and return to the manor as soon as possible.




Snow White



With this urgency rushing her feet along, she soon found the elven cottage. Fortunately, the little men were away, courting and flirting with a school of mermaids down by the coast. The Dame then realized what a blessing her sudden age was in that the young girl would not recognize the woman who kicked her out of her own home. She scrambled up to the door and banged on it feebly. When the door opened, she was taken back from the pure, stark, raw beauty that revealed itself. Living in the woods, Snow White had matured into a vital, healthy creature with fresh skin and defined features. A plump bosom, confined by a loosely tied corset, pushed it's way through the mass of night stained hair that fell in waves from her bright face. The Dame feigned thirst and fatigue and pleaded for admittance. As she sat by the fire and drank cool draughts from a ladle, Snow told her of the life of observing the elves play their games. She described their activity with such detail and endearment that the Madam, who was a mistress of sin and libido, felt herself get damp and wiggled in her seat. 

She wanted to return to the estate and find the nearest boy toy available. As she was leaving, she passed Snow White the apple as payment for her kindness. At first, she was refused out of politeness but the fruit looked so tempting that at last she took it. After the old maid was gone, Snow looked at the red, red apple. A sniff showed that it was odorless and a lick gave no sensation. Finally, a little saliva running out of the corner of her mouth, she took a bite. At first, it seemed to have no intense taste but it left a lingering desire to take another bite. It was as if there was something odd about the taste that she couldn't quite place. She took a chunk out and then another. Soon, the juice was running down her chin as she grabbed the fruit with both hands and shoved it in her mouth. She was down to the core and still did not feel satisfied. She took was last nibble and a tiny, dark seed slipped in between her lips. With a swallow, she felt it catch in her throat. Such a small speck and she choked. With hands upon her throat, she fell in a swoon, a deep sleep stealing over her.

When the Madam returned, so did her youth. She immediately gathered a large force of cut throats to go into the forest and retrieve the girl. The men were wary at first but she convinced them with money and assurances that the feisty youth would give no struggle to her abduction. She then hired a batch of new accountants in anticipation of the revenue her new asset would be bringing into the treasury. The bandits who went to steal away the sleeping princess moved cautiously through the woods, tales of previous attempts and rumors of elves heightening their fears. But the captain of the force laughed at them and described how these elves only knew how to stroke a thigh and ambush a nipple. They were lost in the pleasures of the flesh and knew nothing of the ways of violence. His encouragement lost conviction as an arrow leapt out of his mouth, splitting his tongue as he toppled over. The woods became alive with fleeting forms and flashing eyes. Arrows and knives tore through the leaves and brambles. The brigands tried to escape, dropping their weapons and pride but the elves became hawks swooping down on the scurrying vermin. Their passions transformed into a rage and the rage shred the men into scraps that only the mice in the thickets would find to devour.

The elves returned to their home to ponder upon what they should do with the sleeping Snow White. She lay on the dining table, legs straight out and arms at her side, perfection frozen. Well, they needed to have dinner at some point, so they moved her to the mushroom pavilion by the pond. The birds came out to flit about her and rabbits stood watch. Days and then weeks went by but she never woke up but remained fresh and pure as the first layer of snow of which she was named. The elves would come and read to her but nothing would awaken the slumbering lovely.

A month past till a young man came wandering into the woods, knocking on the cottage door. He came to learn from the elves but they only laughed. But he was so persistent and urgent that they let him hang around to sweep the floors and wash the pots. He tried to approach the vixens that came to the house for pleasures of the flesh but he always chickened out. He was just so shy. When Kisses sympathetically came to talk to him, the man couldn't even look him in the eye. The elf told him to walk up to the first girl he sees there and just plant his lips on hers. With poetic detail, he described the movement and pressure he should apply. The young man soon found a pretty girl waiting by the window but as she turned towards his face with a smile, anxiety got the best of him and he ran away. 

Frustrated with his shyness and boiling over with pent up libido, he went for a walk. It wasn't long before he found the sleeping Snow White lying on the table with the watch of forest animals all about her. At first he was stunned by her beauty and thought that he was seeing a statue made by some master sculptor but a closer look showed that she was a living, breathing damsel, deep in a slumber that could not be broken. He sat by her on the table and looked long at her face. It was like no other image he could compare to but watching her was like looking at the moon when she is full and the clouds flow past as hair across a face. So intently did he gaze upon her that he did not notice that he was drawing closer by each second. Soon, his own face was familiarly close to Snow and he could catch the scent of her skin. 

Before he was aware of what he was doing, he felt her lips on his own and he heard the voice of Kisses, the elf, telling him just what to do. It was like he couldn't pull away, her mouth was quenching a thirst he had buried so long. His tongue found it's way between her lips and he explored the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Finally, in need of breadth, he lifted his head and as he did so, he felt something fall out of her mouth. He was not sure if it was himself or if he heard her give a sigh of relief and longing. He had finally found someone who made him feel comfortable and sure. Maybe it was the fact that she was asleep that eased him in the beginning but after kissing her, he knew that it was so much more. He knew she was a good, caring girl that knew exactly what life was all about just from the taste of her mouth. He would awaken her if it took the rest of his life. A kiss had sparked some semblance of consciousness. He needed to know more to bring her through the veil of slumber. He ran back to the cottage to get more advice. 

From the time that she took the first bite to the point of the seed slipping out, Snow White was deep in her own passionate, complicated, afflicted universe. She saw the whole scope of her life from her tragic birth, witnessing the vices of perversion, the honest lust of the elves and now the endearing kiss of a young man. Deep inside, she discovered the passion and lust that she had always felt but disguised as anger and pride. She never let the libido flow knowing how it killed her mother and destroyed the lives of the young prostitutes who worked at her home. As she lay there the weeks through, she felt the urge to be touched and to taste the flesh of another. When the young man came to sit by her, in a dream state she saw everything from above. But the moment that the seed came out, she was drawn back into her body and felt an incredible heat warm her insides and she ached to pull him back on top of her. But she hesitated perhaps because for too long she had avoided and despised sex. 

The elves made her see the beauty of it all but still she couldn't bring herself to engage in the abandonment of flesh. However, she was thrilled when she heard the man approach again with eager steps. He had spoken to Caresses who told him just what to do. He gingerly trailed his finger tips over her skin. Where ever she was exposed, he ran his hands along with the slightest amount of pressure. Even over her clothes, he felt her body beneath the fabric as the sweat began to roll. This excited Snow White so much that she began to move. To her utter disappointment, this caused him to suddenly get up and run away. She was so distressed that she almost jumped up and chased after him. But she lay still, just trembling slightly. Fortunately, he soon ran back and once again lay his hands on her body. But this time, the pressure was much harder and repetitive. Moving over her form, along the curves and crevices, his hands stroked her limbs and torso. There was a hungry urgency to his rhythm as he kneeled atop. Every inch of her body was rubbed and some areas received more attention than others. She accidentally let out a moan and just as she feared, he ran off leaving her panting and clenching her fists in frustration. 

But his return brought a deeper joy. With slow, careful fingers, he undid the laces and buttons of her dress. It was all that she could do to lay still and not tear the material off herself. With each inch of newly exposed skin, he trailed his tongue and kissed her body which felt so hot and sensitive. Lips, teeth and tongue explored and salivated her flesh, making her wet inside and out. Laying atop of her clothes, she wiggled and moaned as she thrust her hips up towards his face. But this movement seemed to waken him from his reverie and he looked at her face. For a second, she remembered her embarrassment and lay still. But when she snapped out of it and reached for him, he was gone. She beat the table and cried out so that she almost didn't hear him return. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was taking his tunic off as he ran back. This time there was no hesitation on his part. He lied on top of her and wrapped his arms about her waist and shoulders. She felt his young muscles as he squeezed her against himself. All the while, he moved and pulsed his body against her, like a wave flowing against the shores of a tiny, circular island way down in the South. She threw her arms about him and pulled him down hard to her. This sudden action made him look at her again. 

But as her eyes were shut tight, he thought that she was still asleep. To her absolute despair, he got up to pull his trousers on and ran off again to who cares knows where. But he wasn't gone for nearly the same length as usual and he returned to climb back on top of her naked, sweaty body. But first, he reviewed all that he had learned. Fingers revisited the soft bumps and lengths of skin. His mouth followed suit and he licked the salty drops that formed on her. When his mouth found hers, they interlocked and she wrapped her arms and legs about him to make sure that he did not go anywhere this time. They squirmed and rocked, trying to press into each other till finally, like two puzzle pieces finding the right placement, they connected. At that moment, she opened her eyes and looked deeply into his. They paused for a second and then slowly began to move. In circular grinds, they separated from each other just enough and then deliberately pushed into the other. They concentrated on keeping in unison as they looked into each others eyes but as the pace began to build, she shut her lids and tilted her head up. He placed his hands firmly on the table and created a motion that sent waves of ecstasy through her body. It was a good thing that the table was made of thick oak with two mighty tree stumps for legs as anything weaker would have surely cracked. In a blinding flash of release, they moaned into their ears and collapsed gently on each other.

They lay there for a few moments when he suddenly startled. "There is one more elf I have to talk to because he said that his trick was the best," he said to her urgently.

She just pulled him back down and said, "Never mind, I'll tell you about him later" and they lay there till the moon came out to shine.

The elves were pleased as punch to see Snow White up and moving about again. And they were even more pleased when they knew that it was their once inept student who brought her out of slumber and chastity. But as the two became more acquainted, he was outraged at the mistreatment that she received in her own home. It was pleasant enough living in the cottage but her home was in the old estate. He devised a plan.

The Madam was fresh and attractive again well within the walls of the manor. She made as much money as ever and even the sting of never getting Snow White as a product did not bother her too much. But when word came that someone had captured her and was willing to sell her for a handsome sum, she immediately sent her acceptance. Standing at the castle gate, she saw the once princess tied up and brought by a single, young man. Her prize was finally coming home, she thought. At each step, she was making calculations as to the revenue that would be brought in by the unwilling, buxom girl. But just as she neared the estate, a struggle occurred. It appeared that Snow broke out of the ropes and struck down the captor. Immediately, she turned about and ran back to the forest. The madam screamed in anger and shouted for the guards to follow. 

At first, they were hesitant but when she herself ran out down the hill, they followed behind. The Madam was quick upon the heels of Snow White and boldly dived into the woods, secure that her troops were right behind her. But she was so intent on catching the renegade beauty that she did not notice when her men were cut to ribbons the second they entered the forest. As silent as bats, the elves dropped down on the guards to slice them like melons. Still the queen ran on, her steps faltering and breath failing. She realized too late the aging that occurred to her once she left the estate. There she was, an old, greedy, vain woman chasing after a young, beautiful girl. Each step brought another year and finally, she collapsed. As she lay panting on the ground, Snow returned to her and looked down upon the old witch. 

For years, she had thought about this moment and believed that she would snap her neck like a dried piece of wood but all the anger and hate had left her. Her passion found something more fun to occupy itself with now. She helped the woman up and led her to the cottage. She told the elves that this old woman would make a good maid and would cook and clean up for them after their pagan orgies. Snow White and her lover returned to the mansion. The remaining prostitutes cheered to see her return. She announced that she was going to begin a co-op and that they were all invited to stay. The simplicity and joy that once reigned over the lands was brought back but there was still a lot of sex going on.



Snow White



Snow White placed her ruby lips around the palace guard's swollen purple cock and closed her eyes as he fed the length and girth of it to her. Letting him fuck her mouth was the only way to save her life, and for the first time she was glad that her father had already shown her all the ways of pleasing men.

Because, the guard had been sent to kill her, and to place her heart in a wooden box given him by the queen. When he found her though, bathing naked in a forest stream, he had been so aroused by her beauty that he found himself incapable of doing as the queen had ordered without first sampling the girl's favors. If she'd been inept in any way he would have killed her on the spot. Now he stood, his hand on his sword ready to do the deed as soon as she had finished him, with Snow White kneeling naked before him, her mouth engulfing his massive cock. Her skin was indeed as white as the snow in winter, and her hair as dark as blackest night. Her eyes were crystal blue, and those lips which he'd found too enticing to resist were as red as the most uninhibited rose that ever grew.

His other hand settled atop her head and guided her to move faster on him. Her tongue was agile inside her mouth, wrapping around his shaft, flicking over the flanged head, wiping clean every drop of pre-cum that leaked from his single eye. In no time he felt the fire in his loins, and he let go of his sword to hold her head steady while he pumped his hips toward her face again and again.

He exploded inside her, pouring his seed deep down her throat. Snow White took every drop and kept sucking on him even as he shriveled inside her mouth. He finally pulled himself free and tucked his glistening cock back in his trousers.

"Where did you learn to do that so well?" he asked her, staring down at her, his lust abated but not quite satisfied.

"My father," she said unashamedly, for having grown up alone in the deep woods with just her parents she had no idea such practice was not normal. "But he is not half as big as you are."

Indeed, when the good fairies answered her mother's prayers to help her conceive the first thing they noticed when observing the two of them in bed was the miniscule size of her husband's cock. Laughing, one of them whispered to the other, "He probably couldn't impregnate a flea with that thing!" They used their magic to get the job done, and nine months later she gave birth to the most beautiful child in all the land.

Unfortunately, the land was ruled by a wicked and vain queen who daily asked her magic mirror for confirmation that she, the queen, was the most beautiful woman in all the land. The mirror always said she was, but on the day that Snow White became eighteen and was no longer a child, the mirror had to tell her that she was no longer the most beautiful woman.

In a rage, the queen had sent for her most loyal guard and ordered him to find and kill this child, and to bring her heart back in a box she gave him. Now, however, having enjoyed her mouth so nicely, the guard found he could not comply.

He sent Snow White off, running naked into the wilderness, with orders never to return or he would have to kill her on sight. He didn't give her time to dress or even retrieve her clothes from beside the stream because he wasn't sure how long his reserve would be able to overcome his fear of the queen's retribution. He told her to keep running until she was safely away from the queen's land, and so Snow White ran for her life into the woods, naked, beautiful, with rivulets of his cum still trailing from the corners of her mouth.

The guard slaughtered a wild boar and substituted its heart for hers in the box, which he returned to the queen, hoping she would never discover his calumny. With him still in her chambers she asked the mirror again who was the most beautiful woman in the land.

Snow White had by then left the boundaries of the queen's influence, and so the mirror could honestly tell the queen that she was once again the most beautiful woman in the land. All was well, for then.

Snow White ran all that day and night to get as far away from the queen's jealous rage as she could, and finally fell exhausted near the opening of a cave in the side of a wooded hill. She slept, and did not awake until morning, when the sounds of men approaching roused her.

She hid in some bushes as she watched them approach, afraid because she was alone and naked and it sounded like there were so many of them. In fact, there were seven, and they walked in line toward the cave opening, pickaxes and shovels in hand.

Snow White almost laughed when she saw them, for they were not ordinary men but dwarves. The tallest among them would barely reach her knees. Surely they could do her no harm, and so she boldly stepped out of hiding and confronted them.

"I am Snow White," she said. "And I am hungry and cold and need a place to live. If there is good in your hearts you will help me, I am sure of it."

The seven little men stood before her, their mouths agape. Each in turn introduced himself. Their names were Grizzly, Horny, Gay, Sleazy, Drippy, Stupid, and Randy. Grizzly was their spokesman, and he stepped forward to address her.

"What you are," he said haughtily, "is naked, beautiful, and desperate. If you want our help you must earn it."

She watched the expressions on their faces turn from shock to pure lust, and knew already what they had in mind.

But, they were such little men, surely their cocks were even smaller than her father's had been! She decided to play their game, if it would get her what she wanted.

"Then, have me," she said, and fashioned herself a bed of soft pine boughs on which she lay herself down and waited.

Six of the seven little men couldn't get their clothes off fast enough. Stupid, still dressed, walked to a clump of bushes and stared at the ground. 

Snow White was shocked when she saw huge cocks protruding from each of their small bodies. Easily, each one was as big as the guard's had been! But it was too late to back down, and she really did need their help, so she steeled herself for them and invited them to join her.

They fell on her like wolves on a fresh kill. Before she knew what had happened she found Grizzly beneath her, his cock stuffed up her tight little ass, and Horny over her belly, his cock piercing her soft pussy. Sleazy straddled her neck and stuck his cock in her mouth, while Randy and Drippy stood beside her and guided her hands to their waiting members. Gay, more interested in his fellow dwarves than in her, stood beside her belly watching the others go at her and stroking himself, and Stupid stood as far away as possible, clamped his eyes shut, and stuck his fingers in his ears so he wouldn't have to listen to them.

They all started cumming at once, filling every orifice and coating her chest and hands with gallons of hot white sperm. When they were all done they got dressed and headed back toward the cave as if nothing had happened.

"Wait!" she called to them. "What about what you promised? Food? Clothing? A place to stay? I did my part! I took care of you all!"

They all looked at Stupid, who had not gone close enough to her to even smell her.

"You didn't do him," Grizzly said with a satisfied smirk. "No deal until you do him."

Snow White approached Stupid and asked him in as gentle a voice as she could what he would like to do to her. He blushed and tried to hide behind the others, but they pushed him forward.

Finally, he leaned in and whispered to her, and then ducked as if expecting to be struck.

"Of course you can," Snow White told him, and took him by the hand back to her bed of pine boughs.

She laid on her back and put her knees up and spread them. Stupid crawled between her legs and put his face to her pussy, and he kissed her once which sent shivers up her spine. Then his lips parted and from his mouth came the biggest tongue she had ever seen that was not attached to a frog. It was thick and long and deep pink in color, and he used it masterfully, flicking the tip over her clit, plunging the length of it inside her, and gave her the most amazing orgasm she'd ever had. When he was done he joined the others, his blushing face dripping with her cunt juices.

"Not quite what I had in mind," Grizzly told her. "That was more for your pleasure than his."

Snow White forced Stupid to look her in the eye. "Did you like that?" she asked him.

His head nodded so quickly that his ears flapped like wings and his hat fell off.

Reluctantly, Grizzly gave in. "Our house is five miles due east of here," he told her. "We'll be at work all day in the mine. At sunset, when we come home, we expect to have the place cleaned, supper ready, and you prepared to serve us like you did just now. Not just today, but everyday. Understand?"

She stood at attention and saluted him, and then laughed when he got so angry he tripped over his own feet walking away from her.

She walked through the woods and found their house easily enough. Fortunately the ceilings were high and she didn't have to stoop over or her back would never have lasted an hour in there.

The house was a disaster. She wondered if they were dwarves or swine, and after the way they had all assaulted her figured they must be part of both. She found some curtains she could fashion as clothes for herself, and then spent the day cleaning and laundering, making bread, and cooking a great stew for them. They all seemed to share one enormous bed upstairs, and she knew she wouldn't fit there with them all, but in another room she found enough straw and blankets to make a decent place for herself to sleep. When they came home she was exhausted, but she served them their supper around a great long table and sat alone in a corner to eat what she could. 

When the dwarves were finished with their meal they all came and stood in front of her, and Grizzly asked her why she was still dressed.

"You do recall that part of the bargain was that you would fuck us all tonight, and every night," he reminded her.

Snow White shook her head slowly. "I'm not touching any of you until you've had proper baths," she told them. "You've been digging all day in the dirt and I think you brought half the mountain home with you!"

None of them liked the idea of a bath, but she steadfastly refused to have anything to do with any of them until they did so. When they agreed, she prepared a large tub and heated great pots of water for them, and each in turn came to her to be scrubbed clean. She took special care to wash their huge cocks, which they enjoyed, except for Stupid who refuse to get completely naked and bathed wearing heavy woolen underdrawers. When they were all done the six stood naked around her and waited for her to satisfy them while Stupid took a place by the hearth to watch.

Snow White yawned. "I'm too tired for you all tonight," she said. "How about if I take one of you to bed with me each night? Seven of you, seven nights...you'll each get good and fucked at least once a week, which I would guess is better than what you get regularly."

Gay grinned and said, "If any of you can't wait, I'm always available!"

There was much grumbling at that, although at some point in the past each of the rest of them had taken Gay up on his offers, except Stupid.

"Two at a time," Grizzly demanded. "There's so much of you and we are so small."

"You cocks aren't small," she chided him with a weary smile. "But, it seems a good compromise. Draw lots to see who comes with me. I'm going to bed."

She went upstairs, got undressed, and slipped into her makeshift bed. A little while later Drippy and Randy, having won the ad hoc lottery, came into her room, but she was already fast asleep. She had done so much for them that day that neither had the heart to wake her, so instead they stripped down and slept one on each side of her.

In the middle of the night she rolled over and heard a funny noise that woke her up. At first she had forgotten where she was, but then she found these two small naked men in bed with her, one of them partially squished under her backside, and it all came back to her.

"I guess I fell asleep," she apologized to them. "It was nice of you not to wake me."

"You looked so beautiful," Randy said, "that we just couldn't."

"Well," she said, smiling, "I'm awake now."

They climbed on top of her. Randy sat on her belly and licked and sucked on her breasts while Drippy went below and slid his huge cock inside her, holding it steady and feeling her pussy clench around him. She brought Randy up farther and put his cock in her mouth, and that way she fucked them both. When they were done they all went back to sleep.

What she didn't know was that their house was just inside the queen's territory, so the next day when the queen asked the mirror who was the most beautiful woman in the land it had to tell her that Snow White still lived.

In a rage, she called for the guard she had entrusted with killing the girl, and he confessed to how he'd tricked her. "But, your majesty, I couldn't help it!" He told her how masterfully Snow White had blown him, and how he just couldn't have wasted so adept a cocksucker.

"Indeed!" the queen bellowed, and a few minutes later she had the guard's heart in the box alongside the pig's, and his cock and balls hanging from a hook on the wall.

"I will see to this trollop myself!"

She asked the mirror where Snow White lived, and it told her she stayed with the little men who tended the crystal mine. The mirror hated betraying Snow White but had no choice when the queen asked it a question. It either told the truth or wound up in shards.

The queen hatched a plan, and set about gathering what she would need.

The next day the seven dwarves all set out for the crystal cave after a lovely breakfast Snow White made for them. They wouldn't be back until sunset. She waved them all good-bye and then set about her duties tidying up the house and preparing supper.

Late in the day someone knocked on the door, and when Snow White answered it she found an old woman in rags carrying a gray sack over her shoulder. The old woman looked ready to collapse, so Snow White invited her in and made them both tea.

"Who are you and what are you doing way out here in these woods?" Snow White asked her.

"I am Gisselle," the old woman said. "And I sell things. Helpful things, needful things." She opened her grey sack. "I have needles and thread, spices, cutlery, anything and everything in here. Tell me what you need, child, and I will make a gift of it for you because you have been so kind to me."

Snow White couldn't think of a thing she needed.

"You live here alone?"

Snow White laughed. "I have seven men to take care of," she said.

The old woman grinned toothlessly. "You must have very busy nights," the crone said. "And yet you are all alone all day long? I have just the thing, for those days when the loneliness starts to get to you."

She reached far down in her bag and came up with the most amazingly lifelike dildo. It was shaped and colored just like a real cock and balls, and made of the most delicate material so it moved and felt real, too. Gisselle handed it to Snow White.

"It even comes filled with a most delicious potion," she said, snickering as if divulging a great secret. "When you are ready you squeeze the base and it squirts just like the real thing."

Snow White thanked the old woman, but Gisselle wasn't quite finished.

"Try it before you buy it, is my motto," she said. "Go ahead, child. I want to see how much pleasure it gives you."

Snow White sat back and lifted her skirts up to her waist. She was naked below, not having had time yet to fashion underwear for herself, and she parted her legs and held the cock at her opening.

"You are indeed lovely," the old woman said, and although the statement began as a compliment by the tie the last word left her mouth it had started to sound like a plaintive confirmation.

Snow White thanked her, and then began to introduce the cock to her pussy. It felt so real that in no time she was pumping it into herself and moaning. The old woman chanted encouragement, and reminded her of the dildo's special feature. 

Snow White grinned as she started to cum, and she cupped the fake balls and gave them a squeeze.

A cold, thick fluid filled her, and she immediately knew something was wrong. She plucked the fake cock from her pussy and dropped it to the floor but it was too late. The poison had been delivered.

The old woman stood up and removed her disguise, revealing herself to be the queen. Snow White tried to stand but her legs would not hold her and she collapsed to the floor. Her chest heaved as she fought to breathe, but each inhalation brought less and less air.

"So much for you," the queen sniffed, and she turned for the door to leave but froze in her tracks.

The seven dwarves stood there, staring horrified at Snow White dying before their eyes. They knew who the wicked queen was, and they saw the abandoned dildo still dripping its noxious poison, and they knew instantly what had happened.

"And what are you going to do about it?" the queen bellowed. "You seven little runts couldn't hurt me!"

They fell on her in a rage, and ripped her clothes from her, holding her down on the floor. Still, the queen laughed.

"I've had better than you," she told them defiantly. "You think I got to be queen by playing Parcheesi? Go ahead, do your worst."

Six of them held her down. Only Stupid stood alone, staring at her and then at Snow White as the beauty gasped her last breath. His face turned crimson with rage and he took his clothes off. All his clothes this time.

He had an enormous cock. Even the queen was amazed when she saw it. The last time she'd seen anything that big she'd been in a horse barn. 

She cried out for him to stop but he was too far lost in his anger. He fell on her and stuffed his cock inside her pussy, splitting her belly open like a chicken. Then he put it up her ass and her spine cracked. Finally, he climbed up to her face and shoved it in her mouth, and her bottom jaw ripped off and he stuffed it down her throat so she couldn't breathe, and in just a few minutes she was dead.

But, so was Snow White.

They dragged the queen's body out and left it in the woods as carrion. That done, they became overcome with grief, and working as if in a trance they made a coffin for Snow White out of crystals from the cave. They placed her in it naked, just the way they had found her, and set the coffin under a tree just outside their home so all the world could come see what a tragic loss they suffered. In no time, all sorts of creatures came to pay their respects.

Among the woodland creatures came the very same fairies that had been instrumental in Snow White's conception. Though they could not undo the evil thing the queen had done, they could change it, and so cast a spell that made Snow White alive but asleep, until her true love came to take her away.

"But, we all love her," the dwarves told the fairies.

"No, you all want to fuck her," the fairies told them. "Not good enough. It must be true love that wakens her."

Word quickly spread throughout the land of the beautiful maiden in the crystal coffin, and soon suitors came pouring from every direction. The dwarves still had to work the mine, but they left Stupid there to guard her. Grizzly gave him instructions on how to greet the young men that came for her, and he did exactly as he was told.

A week went by, and not a one of the young men who'd come to see her took her away. The rest of the dwarves couldn't understand it, and by then the parade of potential lovers had dwindled to a trickle. They asked Stupid exactly what had been happening.

"I did just like Grizzly told me," he said. "I told each of them what a great fuck she was, how she serviced us all so nicely. None of them seemed impressed by that at all, though."




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They all turned on Grizzly.

"I'm sorry," he apologized instantly. "I wanted to keep her for us, and figured no man would want her knowing what an incredible slut she was."

They told Stupid to stop telling men anything when they arrived, just to watch and observe, and they went inside to prepare their meal.

A handsome young man on a great white horse came into the clearing where the house stood, and he dismounted and walked reverently up to the coffin. His blue eyes glazed over with tears as he looked at the beautiful young woman laying naked there.

Stupid said nothing. 

But someone inside saw the young man and alerted the others. They all agreed this could very well be Snow White's last chance, so they stayed inside and watched through the windows.

Suddenly Grizzly burst out the door and ran up to the young man, spouting all sorts of vile things about her, about how she had fucked them all, about how she hungered to have cocks in her everywhere, about how greedily she sucked them all dry. The others couldn't stop him. He told the young man how she loved to be drowned in cum, how she shouted at them to fuck her harder and deeper, one after another after another and quite often three and four at a time. Finally he ran out of disgusting things to say about her and stood there panting.

The handsome young man smiled.

"I don't care if a word you just said is true," he said. "Her past is her past. What I want is her future."

With that he lifted the cover of the crystal coffin, leaned in, and kissed her ruby lips.

Snow White awakened.

The handsome young man lifted her out of the coffin and placed her still naked on his horse, and then climbed up behind her, taking the reins. Each of the dwarves came to her in turn and she thanked them all for taking such good care of her. Stupid was the last, and she bent low to touch his face with her gentle hand, and then the handsome young man gave his horse a gentle kick and they rode off into the woods, leaving the seven little men alone again with their renewed grief.

"So much for that," Drippy said as they sadly shuffled into their house. It already felt so cold and empty without her there. "Now what do we do?"

Gay just grinned and, when they were all settled back inside, offered them all some possible alternatives.

Except for Stupid, of course! He might have been gay, but he wasn't suicidal!



Snow White



Ever since she was a little girl she'd gone by the nickname of Snow. That wasn't her real name of course, her real name was Jessica. Jessica Whit. She'd been borne a blonde, but by the age of three, her blonde hair had literally turned bright white, and had remained so ever since. A rare genetic trait which she'd come to appreciate more and more the longer her hair grew. And with a last name of Whit, it soon followed that not only her parents, but soon all of her friends simply called her Snow. Snow Whit without the e. 

And just like her name, she came to love the outdoors, especially during the wintertime. The beauty of the mountain snows, the smell of the fresh crisp air, the almost fairy like atmosphere after a particularly heavy snow when the trees, meadows and everything about was carpeted and hidden away beneath the splendor of it all, beneath all that pure white crispness.

Her parents had built a fairly nice cabin on a rather large piece of property high in the mountains, a place they very often came to stay at during the summer for long extended periods of time. And as much as she enjoyed the beauty of the summer months when being there, Snow actually preferred coming during the winter, either just before the first major snow fall, or shortly thereafter when everything was undisturbed. The only real problem with that at the time was that Snow's father wouldn't allow her to go up there alone, not until she had turned of legal age, had moved out and gotten a place of her own. Even then she had to promise them to call, using the old style ham radio her father had insisted on putting up in the cabin whenever she went for a visit, especially during the winter months.

At times, days would go by while Snow was up there where she couldn't go or do much of anything, the blizzards could be fierce, intense and last for hours at a time, often nearly snowing her in. Another reason that there were several snow mobiles kept there in the event that she might have to use one in order to get back down to the main road just outside the property where she usually parked her car in the event of inclement or bad weather, and where yet another small garage had been built where they kept yet another snow mobile if one was needed in order to reach the cabin that way.

Snow loved her time alone. She enjoyed the simple pleasures of life for one thing, but she also had another joy that she didn't share much with very many others. She enjoyed writing. She had even written a few children's books, which she'd sold, and even made a little money from, which allowed her to begin doing that for a living. Quite often Snow used the excuse in coming up to her parent's cabin where she could be left alone to write, concentrate without being disturbed. Which she in fact enjoyed, but there were other reasons for doing that as well. As much as Snow enjoyed writing the books she had done, she preferred and enjoyed writing erotica even more.

She had in fact sold several of those stories too, though all under her Pen name of Snow White as opposed to Jessica Whit for the others. And quite often as she would then do, getting a nice warm fire going in the cabin, she would sit naked at her desk, her lab top open and begin to fantasize. Snow would create story after erotic story, one after the other until she had gotten herself so worked up and aroused from writing, she'd have to pause and take a break. She would then pleasure herself in a myriad of ways, enjoying her body, the explorations and arousals, some even new ones as she so uninhibitedly enjoyed herself.

Not that she didn't enjoy men, she did. But so far, each of her relationships had ended badly. Snow wanted to settle down with someone one day, get married, and have kids. But surprisingly, at the moment at least, that wasn't where she was at in her life. And ironically, all of the men she'd met so far, wanted to do just that. Something she wasn't ready for, so had given up trying to have the kind of uninhibited, no ties kind of relationship with anyone she'd prefer having. So for the moment at least, Snow was content to be by herself. And if that meant pleasuring herself rather than being with anyone, then so be it.

She knew she was reasonably attractive of course, though most men had said she was strikingly beautiful, though again she didn't see herself that way. Her long pure white hair falling well down her back, nearly reaching her ass was only one of her attributes that most men, and even a few women found alluring. Her others quite naturally, her firm well rounded medium sized breasts, larger than normal pink colored nipples, which when hard looked like thumb-sized little gum drops, and were extremely sensitive on top of all that. Additionally, Snow had always had a tight firm ass, which she personally thought of as her best feature, long legged, nearly six feet tall herself, giving her an even more Amazon woman like appearance. Something, which most men again found challenging, if not at times almost threatening. This too had led to a number of problems for her whenever she began seeing anyone. Most men simply assumed that Snow preferred the more dominant role, as she tended to look like she would. The simple truth of it all was, it was almost exactly the opposite. Snow found far more attraction in a man who quite naturally took control, though not in a demanding, really abusive sort of way, but one in more of a protected, though authoritative way.

She'd been watching the news and weather for weeks. It had already snowed of course, so she knew there'd be a few inches on the ground around the cabin, but the first major snowfall of the year hadn't as yet happened. When the evening news came on, and then the weather, forecasting what would finally be the first major snowstorm of the year, Snow immediately made plans to be at the cabin just in time for it. She had packed enough provisions to last herself a week, though her father had insisted on having enough canned and dried goods stored there to last a month beyond that. And every year they had gone up, chopped wood, and had a month's supply of dried wood set aside inside a special wood bin close to the main fire place which nearly filled an entire wall itself.

Parking her Jeep close to the road just inside her parent's property, even though she could have easily driven it all the way up to the cabin, she unloaded everything she had brought with her into the small sled trailer her father had also made, which she then attached to the snow mobile hauling up everything that way. Snow settled in shortly after that, venturing outside for a brief walk about the property after having gotten a nice warm fire going first. Primarily, because she enjoyed doing so while naked. There was just something about walking around out of doors in the nude, even when it was cold with snow on the ground. Snow had built up a tolerance for doing so, and could do so for longer than normal periods of time before she needed to warm up again. Doing so, made her feel even more alive, but even more importantly, very, very aroused, which is when she would then sit down and begin to write.

She had already finished the first of many new stories she'd planned on doing. Sufficiently aroused enough as it was, Snow had gone over to the window looking out, the skies already hinting at the snowstorm expected in the following day. As she stood there, she then heard the sounds of several other snowmobiles growing louder and louder. Though her parents owned a great deal of property up here, not a lot of it had been fenced, though they'd never had any problems with anyone crossing through it either, especially as a small lake sat less than five miles away from the road at this point. Many had often driven through the area on their way up to visit it, which wasn't on their property. And some had come up during the winter in order to ice fish, though few really did so as it was so remote in getting too during the winter without the use of snowmobiles.

Snow stood in the window looking out, eventually saw a half dozen or so men passing by a few hundred yards away heading towards the lake. She knew at this distance, no one could possibly see her standing in the window the way she was, though she half wished that they could. She could almost imagine the startled, surprised looks on their faces if they had, seeing her standing there naked, aroused, her hand even then buried between her legs as she stood there.

She smiled knowingly. Stepping out onto the porch of her parent's cabin, it was still highly unlikely that anyone would be able to see her, especially at this distance. But it was just the simple thought of that possibility that she now found exciting. She could just make out the small group of snow mobiles as they passed by, though unable to determine if any of them looked her way, or could have seen her standing there in the nude as she was. Her nipples long ago having hardened, both from the cold as well as her arousal, her fingers busily toying with one, enjoying the tautness of it as it puckered pleasurably. Her freehand, likewise twirling, teasing and gently caressing her very swollen little clit.

Snow felt the goose bumps as they carpeted her body. The chilly cold of the mountain air no doubt adding to that as well, but she knew from previous experience, it was truly caused by her arousal, her naughty, decadent side coming out in her at that moment. It would be a quick one, less than earth shattering to be sure, but a nice tingly little cum that would soon after send her back inside the cabin to begin writing again. After another story perhaps, she would do so again, taking longer this time, using something wickedly devilish to use upon herself. She had used and enjoyed toys several times of course, but never ever brought any of them with her here. It was almost blasphemic the way she saw it, everything here was so natural, so pure, and Snow in keeping with that, preferred keeping her arousal almost as natural pure too. She'd discovered the oddest of joys, finding other things, which she'd most often use to stimulate herself with, many in ways, she no doubt thought no one else ever had.

Seconds later, Snow felt the delicious tingle between her legs, working her hard little clit until the gentle, almost too gentle spasms ended before heading back inside. She stood warming herself by the fire, and then sat and began writing, already her imagination leading her off into another series of erotic adventures.

**

"Hey Pete! What're you doing?"

He had stopped momentarily, taking a double look back towards the cabin. They had noticed coming up that there was smoke coming from the chimney, so it was obvious someone was actually staying there. Perhaps with the intention of doing some ice fishing as well since the small lake was now frozen over. They had been coming up here and doing this for years now, something which Pete and his six other buddies loved doing. And in all that time, they'd never been given any grief in crossing through what they all knew to be the owner's property. No signs had ever been posted as to there being no trespassing, but they'd also ensured they'd never left anything after their coming here that might one day require that either. The cabin sat a good three football fields distance away, but he swore he had seen something out of the corner of his eye, pulling up as the snow swirled about, briefly obscuring his vision. Pulling off his goggles, and then looking, he saw nothing however, and decided it had been nothing more than a trick of the eye.

"What was it? What'd you see?" His best friend Steven had asked him now looking over in the direction of the cabin himself.

"You'd never believe me if I told you," he smiled, shaking his head. "But obviously, I probably shouldn't believe myself either. What I thought I saw, I obviously didn't. Must be the fact it's been a while since I've been with anyone."

"What?" Steven again pressed curiously. "What did you think you saw?"

"I thought I saw, a nude woman, with bright white hair standing out on that porch there."

Steven looked back once again, more closely this time, straining his eyes. He laughed. "No fucking way. So that must be the reason," he chided his friend. "Come on, we're falling behind the others," he then added kicking his snow mobile back into gear hurrying on. Pete glanced back one more time himself, and then settled his goggles back down over his eyes, shaking his head, and soon followed.

Pete and his friends had come up a few weeks before, hauling up their gear along with the readymade fit easily together panels that would provide them a small amount of shelter as they sat on the lake. They even had a small heater that would provide them with some additional warmth as they took turns fishing, heating coffee which they'd supplement with some hot rum as they sat there, though there was plenty of whisky to go along with that too. And it wasn't even so much about the fishing itself they all looked forward to, more so the simple getting together as friends, something their wives for those who were married, allowed them to get together and do once a year. It was something they had always looked forward to, whether they had much luck fishing or not. And though they had planned on spending three days here this year, one of the other guys having a cabin less than five miles in the opposite direction, the concern of a fairly major storm moving in might threaten to cut their actual fishing time short. They had brought just enough supplies with them to spend a single night here out on the lake. Plenty of fuel for the small portable heater, their sleeping bags and portable cots that would keep them up off the cold ice. It wouldn't be the most comfortable of evenings perhaps, but one that was always talked about as being adventurous after they had.

It was a sturdy enough shelter, and large enough to support all of them and leave space to move around in. They had managed to cut two holes in the ice, set up their cots for the night, fired up the heaters, and sat back to relax and enjoy their time up there. Even the wind, which began howling later on that evening, bringing along with it the threat of the approaching storm, didn't worry or concern them. No one caught any fish that first night there either. But that wasn't all that important anyway. The dirty jokes, the confessed liaisons, whether real or imagined, were always the primary reason for being there in the first place. They exchanged stories, drank their hot rum and coffee liberally, and then settled in for the night as the storm finally arrived, though doing so with barely a hint of what was actually to come.

**

It had snowed all night long with the storm gradually intensifying. By morning, there was easily a good two to three feet of fresh snow covering the ground. Snow knew it wasn't the last of it either, with an even bigger storm expected to arrive later on that afternoon. At the moment however, the morning sun was well up, the fresh blinding-white snow blanketing everything, and she decided to ride out in it, possibly towards the lake, curious to some degree to find out how the others she'd seen go by the day before had weathered it.

Dawning her heavy parka and boots, Snow didn't figure to be gone all that long. The lake was less than five miles away, though a good hours ride out and then back. Just enough time to enjoy the fresh fallen snow, check on those she'd seen the day before, and then head back. She enjoyed the break, time to think through her thoughts before writing them down. Snow enjoyed this intimate time with herself, running through her most private of thoughts, fantasies and desires, and perhaps with luck, she might even stop somewhere along the way, take a few moments time out to again pleasure herself before heading back. Something she quite often did, and obviously enjoyed doing. Perhaps she might even do so within sight of the men she'd seen coming up here, though careful of course not to reveal herself while she did. Though she might again strip herself naked when doing so, heightening the chance of discovery at least. Adding that dangerous little element to her pleasures which she so thoroughly enjoyed doing. 

Snow had traveled nearly three-quarters of the way when she noticed the sky beginning to darken. It was obvious that the second storm would arrive far earlier than she'd been led to believe. She considered turning around, heading back, but the skies were still clear over the lake, and she figured she could still easily make it before the storm actually hit. She'd been out in worse before. Knowing these mountains like the back of her hand, she'd been in worse blizzards, and had always found her way back. Even in a blizzard Snow had an uncanny sense of direction, though she always kept her handy compass with her, another gift from her father which she'd come to treasure perhaps more than anything else. Pressing on then, she arrived at the edge of the lake just as it once again started to snow.

She knew the wind had muffled the sound of her snow mobile, especially after arriving, parking it just within the edge line of the trees near the shore. Out near the middle of the small lake, some two hundred yards or more perhaps, sat the shelter they'd built. A small fire burning inside, one or two of the men outside sitting in summer lawn chairs actually enjoying the sun just before it began snowing and blowing again.

Snow's private thoughts immediately fast-forwarding to an intimate fantasy she'd been working on earlier. She'd imagined herself with them, however many they might actually be. A situation not so farfetched from the reality of this one as she stood there imagining it. And as she did, she was again aroused, the thought of her standing there, naked, pleasuring herself while looking on, though cautious of course, and highly doubtful anyone would look over in her direction, spotting her as she stood there. Yet even that was a part of it, a part of the fantasy, in being found, in being seen while she did. 

And though the skies were darkening rapidly now, the winds already beginning to pick up with the snow beginning to fall already, Snow felt her arousal likewise intensify. 

"Just a quick naughty little cum," she told herself, stripping out of her clothing, tossing them onto the back of her snow mobile where she could quickly and easily find them again. Already her nipples were rock hard, both from the cold as well as her ever escalating desire. Two, and now three of the men stood out on the ice, though none looking over in her direction. Still, it was enough to fuel the flames of her exhibitionistic desires and needs. Snow stepped away a few feet from her snow mobile, fully revealing herself now should anyone look. One hand again toying and cupping her exposed breasts, her nipples screaming with the intensity of their firmness. She likewise again reached down between her legs, quickly locating, and then teasing her supersensitive spot between her legs, her clit swollen, on fire as she touched herself, momentarily lost in the pleasure of it as she fantasized and imagined her lusty liaison with the men there on the lake.

She felt herself finally nearing orgasm, even as the winds began whipping about her, the temperature dropping easily several degrees within the span of mere moments. But the fire between her legs kept her warm, unfeeling and uncaring at the moment as she slowly brought herself ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

**

"Fuck Pete! That storms going to be here sooner than we expected, maybe we'd better haul the rest of this stuff back inside, if not actually think about heading back before it gets any worse. What do you think?" Greg asked, another one of Pete's good and dear friends.

Pete had stood intending to do just that, actually having had to chase down one of the flimsy camp chairs, which had collapsed and nearly blown itself away across the ice before reaching it. He had looked up then, his eyes once again seeing something he thought he'd seen earlier the day before. Was he in fact actually hallucinating? Was there some sort of spiritual Ghost on the lake that he was seeing, and that no one else could?"




Snow White



"Pete?" Greg questioned once again, forcing him to look away momentarily, though the snow began to swirl, picking itself up off the lake, clouding and distorting his vision as he looked up trying to see through it.

"Yeah, grab what you can, take it inside. Maybe we should think about heading back," he then offered and once again, tried looking back.

**

The wind blew nearly knocking her over, but Snow held on, already the beginnings of her orgasm claiming her, so she fought through it until prudence and reason said otherwise. Weak in the knees, her pussy still throbbing pleasurably even as she turned, her intent to dress and head back. She gasped looking back towards where she'd left the snow mobile, more importantly, her clothing. They were gone! Frantic, Snow stepped back behind the rocks where she'd parked it looking all about as she did so, only then feeling the cold which began nipping at her exposed skin. She knew her clothes couldn't have gone too far, her Parka for one, way too heavy for that. But the rest of her things could have easily been carried away, and then deposited a short distance away, now buried beneath the snow wherever they had fallen. Sure enough, she did spot her coat, which was already beginning to become covered as the snow fell, once again intensifying. With nothing more than that to cover herself with, beyond the boots she had on, she slipped into it. Taking another brief look around, she spotted nothing else, even if it was close by, it was now buried, hidden beneath the blowing and drifting snow. She looked back in the direction of the cabin though she certainly couldn't see it, merely wondering if she dared make the attempt in riding back. It was a good hour away however, and even in the best of conditions, she'd not make it back dressed the way that she was, coat or no coat. There was only one other option.

**

Pete and Greg had gone back inside their enclosure, the guys already having decided to pack it up and get out of there before it got any worse. 

"Hey Steve!" Pete said to his friend once he'd gotten back inside. "You'll never believe this, but remember yesterday when I told you what I saw?"

Steve looked up smiling. "Don't tell me...you saw her again? Out here? And naked I assume?"

That got everyone else's attention as well. "Who? What? Who's naked?" Most everyone asked. "Where? Out there?"

"Yeah, I know..." Pete said shaking his head. "I must be seeing things, but that's twice now. Honest to God you guys, I swear I saw something yesterday on the way up here, at that cabin. And then again, just a few minutes ago, only she was standing there right out in the open, not a stitch on, except for her boots, and I know you'll never believe this, but I also swear, she was playing with herself!"

"Yeah...right!" Steve once again chided him. "Out in the middle of a blizzard, you see a beautiful woman with long pure white hair masturbating. What I think, is that you need glasses, you've obviously been masturbating a little too much yourself!" He laughed looking over at the other guys as Pete stood there foolishly, and actually blushing. "Maybe there really IS something about doing it too much and going blind after all!" he then added much to everyone else's amusement.

"Well, think whatever you'd like, but I honest to God thought I really did see something."

"Yeah, well what you probably saw was a tree," Tom stated, the tallest of the bunch at well over six feet, with long blonde hair that he kept in a ponytail. "And it probably had a shapely bend in it, making it look somewhat like the shape of a woman or something," he added.

"A tree, with tits," someone else joked. "Leave it up to Pete to see wood winter Nymphs in the forest."

"Yeah, and that white hair? Was probably nothing more than a snow covered branch bobbing up and down, something like that," Greg said joining in trying to add some measure of credence to Pete's obvious hallucination.

They were still laughing when they all heard the knock.

"Did someone just knock on the door?" Mike Anderson asked, another one of Pete's friends and buddies.

"Nah, must be the wind," Tom said, "Unless of course its Pete's wood Nymph come asking for him." That comment was followed by another knock on the door, effectively shutting everyone up. Though it was Greg who walked over, undoing the secured latch, opening it.

"Holy fucking shit!" He exclaimed, and stood there for a brief moment, his mouth wide open. He stepped back inside looking as though he'd seen a ghost, wild-eyed and in disbelief as he now glanced over towards Pete.

Snow...walked in, shivering now from the cold, wearing only the Parka she'd managed to somehow retrieve.

"Thank God," she said looking up into the bewildered faces of the seven men who stood there. "If someone wouldn't mind giving me something warm to drink, I'll try and explain why it is I'm standing here like this," she then told them. Even after saying that, it took a moment longer for anyone to really move, as though she were somehow a real apparition, about to simply disappear once again at any moment.

"Here," Pete said the first to find his voice, pouring her a hot cup of coffee, handing it to her, and then inviting her to sit down as the six other friends all gathered around her in curious wonder.

**

Since there was no point in denying the fact she was indeed naked beneath her coat, Snow candidly explained everything to them, even though she felt herself blushing while doing so. She told them all why she was there at the cabin in the first place, that she was a writer and enjoyed writing erotic stories, hoping that would be explanation enough. And to a point, it was.

"Why don't you let me take a quick look at you?" Mike then asked her. "I'm a practicing resident," he then offered, "the guys in fact call me Doc. So if you'd allow me, I'll check you out for any major frost bite."

Snow laughed at hearing that. "Doc?" she again giggled "Well, you're certainly not Dwarves, but there ARE seven of you," she then added, though slipping her coat off much to everyone's surprise, exposing herself without any sort of obvious embarrassment whatsoever as Doc quickly began looking her over, along with everyone else of course.

"So who's Grumpy then?" she said gathering everyone's eyes back towards her, and away from her body, though it was Tom who was standing there frowning. "That must be you," she said trying to smile, trying to make him smile as she said it. When he realized she was, he did smile, briefly.

"Shit, my wife's never going to believe any of this," he told everyone.

"So why tell her?" Greg asked simply. "Because she probably won't for one, and if she does...it'll probably be the last fucking time she lets you come here with us again either!"

Everyone agreed with that, deciding right then and there to not share this crazy experience with anyone, his or her wives or girlfriends at least.

"So now what?" Chris said, another one of the guys who'd up until now had remained silent, still too stunned to believe he was actually seeing any of this. "The storm outside is getting worse and worse by the minute, if we don't start heading back soon, we're all going to be in for it!"

Doc finished examining Snow and determined that she wasn't the worse for wear, though getting there when she had, had probably kept her from truly being frost-bitten, let alone being found dead in the Spring.

"Might I make a suggestion?" Snow questioned. "My cabin is about five miles from here, I'm assuming wherever it is you guys are heading back to is even further away than that."

"Yeah, at least eight, maybe even nine miles," Steve stated worriedly.

"In that case, I don't think we have any other options then. If someone can give me anything to wrap myself up a little better in, like one of your blankets, and then help me get back to my snow mobile, I can get us all back to the safety of my place where we can ride out the rest of this incoming storm."

It was not only the best solution, it was the only real one. Packing up only the things they would have to take with them, leaving everything else to the mercy of the storm, they headed out back across the lake to where they'd left the other snow mobiles, soon after making their way around to where Snow had left hers. After securing everything, Snow led the way, though everyone else worried about the direction they were heading as blizzard conditions soon obscured nearly every recognizable landmark they had seen. But to their obvious surprise, Snow led them off into it, sure of herself as she did so. And though even she had to stop periodically in order to check her bearings, in less than two hours, she had led them straight back to her own cabin.

**

Hot glowing embers still burned in the enormous sized hearth. It took only a few moments to stoke up the fire and get it going again. Everyone was soaked through and through by now as well, and Doc immediately told everyone to strip everything off, hang it up and start getting themselves warm by the fire as soon as possible. At first everyone was a bit reluctant to get naked, though Doc and Steve both had already stripped out of most of their clothing already.

"Oh for hells sakes," Snow giggled seeing the uncertainty in most of the other men's faces. Having peeled off her own coat, wrapped in nothing more than a couple of blankets, she soon stood there removing them as well. Snow could have very easily gone upstairs to her bedroom and slipped in to something else. But under the circumstances, she decided to remain naked, as though that might in some way make it easier on the boys while doing the same.

One by one, they all began to slowly, though somewhat awkwardly remove their clothing as Snow sat entirely naked, warming her hands in front of the fire. The only one who hadn't done anything was Brad. He stood, his face beet red still fully dressed while everyone else around him undressed.

"Don't tell me," Snow said looking over towards him. "You...must be Bashful!"

If Brad wasn't truly blushing before, he was now. Even the guys all burst out laughing, most of them entirely naked themselves now, standing close to the fire, getting warm.

"Really, come on...there's nothing to be shy about," she urged him seriously, "after all...look at me!" Snow stood, her tall voluptuous frame clearly evident with all eyes looking on her. "Want me to help you...personally?" she asked, seeing him blush even deeper as he took a step back.

"He's a bit...ah, self conscious," Pete said leaning over to whisper to her, taking a moment to enjoy the view of her breasts as he did so however. And though Snow felt Pete leering at her, she smiled, enjoying that, but likewise wanting to help poor Brad out of his wet clothing.

"Nothing to be self conscious about," she began. "It's a common known thing, that the cold, tends to effect men in a particular way, so just because..."

Snow never finished as the guys all burst out laughing at that.

"What?"

"It's not that so much...and actually, just the opposite," Greg told her still laughing. "You wouldn't know it just to look at him, but Brad there, is probably better equipped than any two of us put together."

Snow turned her head back towards Brad, looking at him with an entirely different interest now. "Oh really!" She grinned from ear to ear as she approached him. "In that case...all the more reason to get you out of those wet clothes you're wearing!"

With some prompting from the rest of his friends, Brad finally did, and as he expected, Snow stood there wide-eyed looking down at his still very flaccid penis once he was. Even flaccid, it hung a good ten inches or so, looking almost like a third leg as he sauntered over to stand in front of the fire, reaching down to grab it himself in order to keep it from swinging to and fro as he did so.

"Hi ho...Hi ho," Snow smiled singing to herself as she watched him walk across the room, something that wasn't lost on anyone.

It was at that moment Steve stretched and then yawned. Snow pointed at him. "And you're now officially, Sleepy," she grinned. "So...we now have Doc, Grumpy, Bashful..." she smiled at Brad while saying it, "And now...Sleepy. That leaves..." She looked over at Pete first. He'd been standing there trying to hide the fact that he had somewhat of an erection. He had turned with his back partially towards her, his hands clearly trying to conceal his ever-worsening condition.

Once again Snow stood, walking over towards him as everyone else parted, as though she'd suddenly just turned into Moses, parting the red sea.

"Having a small problem are we?" she asked, now looking down, or rather should I say, a big problem?"

It had indeed been a while, and the fact he'd been thinking about her ever since he'd seen her the first time hadn't helped much, nor had it when he'd finally seen her entirely naked. He'd been aroused ever since, only now...it was becoming clearly obvious that he was. All Pete could think to do was stand there and grin at her.

"Well now, you look Happy, and IT certainly looks happy, so I guess, that's what we'll call you now," she smiled looking at him, and then surprised everyone when she reached down, wrapping her hand around Pete's rapidly stiffening cock, shaking it hello. "Though maybe, instead of calling you Happy, we should just call you Horny instead. I really don't think the Dwarves would mind it too much if we changed things up just a little bit now do you?"

At that moment someone sneezed, and everyone, including Brad burst out laughing.

"I guess that solves that problem," she said turning back to face the other six men, though she still continued to hold onto Pete's cock as she stood there fondling it. "So...who was that?" she asked.

Greg slowly raised his hand, though looking down, Snow immediately saw it wasn't the only thing that was raising either. "Come here Sneezy," she told him. "I still have another free hand."

In the space of only a few minutes, Snow had made it perfectly clear to all of them, that she was totally and completely uninhibited, though they should have all guessed that a bit earlier when she'd admitted to them all at the lake what she'd been doing out there in the first place. And the fact she had likewise told them she enjoyed writing, reading erotica, should have confirmed that. Still...seeing her as she stood there, now fondling both Pete and Greg's pricks which had risen to full staff, the five friends all stood in wonderment as to where any of this might actually be going. Sensing that, Snow turned towards them all.

"Since we're all stuck here together anyway, and have to wait out the storm, I don't see any reason why we can't all have a little fun and enjoy ourselves either. So, unless the rest of you aren't interested in doing that, then I say lets drop all this shyness and uncertainty flying around, and get straight to the point. Who'd like to fuck me first?" she asked.

"What did she just say?" Chris asked in disbelief. "Did she just say what I think she said?" He asked once again. Greg sneezed, looked at Chris and laughed. "Welcome to the party Dopey," he told his friend. "Welcome to the party."

**

"Well, like I said before, who'd like to fuck me first?" she said once again. Though no one seemed to be willing to admit to wanting to go first, though it was apparent they all did. "Well, in that case, I guess I'll just have to choose then. Let's see, Ene, Mene, Mini, Mo is out..." she grinned. "And I dare say, Rock Paper Scissors wouldn't work either. So that just leaves...picking a number from one to seven. I'll pick the number, and the rest of you then pick a number. The person picking the correct one will go first."

Snow looked at Doc first.

"Three!"

She then turned to look at Pete whose cock she still held and was still playing with.

"Seven," he smiled hopefully, still Happy and Horny. "Five," Greg then said equally as hopeful as she turned to look at Chris.

"Eight?" he said asking.

"Eight?" she said looking at him and then laughed as did everyone else. 

"Ah Chris? She said one to seven, not one to ten," Tom said shaking his head irritatedly.

"It's ok," Snow said smiling. "He's obviously a little nervous, she said looking down at his very likewise nervous cock. "But I think...eight was in fact the number I was thinking of anyway," she smiled looking at him, and then took his hand, leading him over towards the couch. Chris looked up at his friends as she did so."

"What happens here stays here right?" he asked them nervously. 

"He thinks we're in Vegas," Steve chided him. 

"More like wonderland, especially if you look outside at the moment," Pete said glancing out the window. "I think we're going to be here a while, so like Snow said, we might as well enjoy ourselves while we are."

"And like in Wonderland," Snow continued, "Here gentlemen, is where dreams are made of, so...let's have some fun shall we?" she said as she knelt down on the couch, looking behind herself towards Chris, his cock suddenly risen as she reached back, helping him as she guided him into herself. Snow moaned pleasurably as Chris slowly slid his now very hard cock inside her. "Very nice...very, very nice," she said. "Now...hold still for a moment," she told him looking about. "So...who'd like to get sucked off by Snow White?" she then asked. This time, six cocks rose their heads in attention to that. But it was of course Brad's whose cock she now laid her eyes on, the monstrous tool no longer merely swinging between his legs, but now swinging to and fro, upwards pointing towards his own naval looking more like a Metronome now as he did. She smiled wickedly towards him, waving him over towards her with her finger. "I don't know how much of that I can swallow, but I'm sure as hell going to try," she then told him. "And by the way, in case anyone's worried, I can't get pregnant no way, no how. But I also have some condoms in my purse in case anyone would prefer using one of those anyway," she explained to everyone.

With Chris buried deep inside her pussy, she began lavishing hot wet sucks on bashful Brad's prick, the enormity of it intriguing as she found she could wrap both of her hands around it and still not entirely cover the length of his shaft as she sucked it.

"God, look at those tits!" Steve said walking over to stand beside her. Pete too watched as they gyrated below her suggestively as Chris continued to increase the tempo of their coupling. Reaching down, he held onto one of them, fingering her taut gumdrop sized nipples. Releasing one hand, Snow reached over taking Pete's prick back into her hand once again, squeezing it. She released Brad's dick just long enough to lap up the pearly little bubble of precum that oozed from the head of Pete's hard stiff cock before returning back to Brad's.

By now, Greg, Mike and Tom all stood around her watching, each unashamedly stroking their pricks as they did so.

"Come on Chris," Tom said anxiously. "You gonna be all day at that?"

He had in fact nearly climaxed, not as yet wanting to so he pulled out stepping aside. Before anyone else could take his place however, Snow stood up.

"Let's take this upstairs to the bedroom," she suggested. "There's far more room on the bed, and I have a few additional ideas of things we can all do," she said grinning. The seven men soon followed in a line up the stairs behind her. Snow led the way, looking back, a song in her head as she did so.

Looking back, she grinned upon seeing seven very hard firm pricks bobbing up and down following behind her. Reaching the bedroom, Snow immediately instructed Steve to lie down on the bed making it known to him immediately just what her intentions were. "Tom? There's some lubricant in the bathroom, would you mind getting that for me?" She asked. He grumbled, but did so moving off to get it. Of all the men, Snow had noticed that Tom had a long, but much slender cock than any of the others. She'd never before experienced a double penetration, though she had written about it in several stories she had done. Snow had long since decided it was about time to experience it first hand, especially if she was going to continue thinking about the pleasures it might bring her. "Good, now lube up my tight little ass while I climb on Steve here," she told him, seeing the beginnings of a wicked smile cross his face. "And make sure you give yourself a liberal dose of it as well," she added. "This is a first for me." Saying that, Tom really did smile as he began coating her ass with the slick lubrication.




Snow White



Doc took it upon himself to come over and kneel on the bed next to all three, Snow immediately taking hold of Doc's rather thick, though somewhat shorter fat cock, licking and tickling the head of it as Tom finally placed the spear-pointed head of his prick at her tiny puckered opening and began teasing her with it. Snow felt the press, then felt him begin to gently ease inside her. All the while, Steve's cock throbbing excitedly, hotly inside her equally slick cunt.

Pete continued to enjoy the feel of Snow's near perfect breasts. The softness and fullness of them as he stood next to the bed fondling and playing with her aroused, well extended nipples. Hearing the delight of her soft moans as he did so, a cock now firmly inside her pussy, another now lancing her ass, and with Snow now mouthing yet another stiff dick, it was an erotic sight beyond any that he...or anyone else for that matter had ever seen before.

Greg soon joined Doc on the bed standing beside him, which allowed Snow the opportunity to play with them both, switching back and forth while sucking the two of them, at times doing so simultaneously. The feel and pleasure of having two pricks inside her mouth, side by side merely enhanced the stimulation and erotic sensuality of the moment.

"Fuck that feels good!" Greg groaned appreciatively, just as Doc was doing. Pete leaned over taking one of Snow's nipples in his mouth sucking it, Bashful Brad now joining him, though his hands began caressing Snow's back, running down towards her ass which Tom continued to thrust in and out of, just as Steve continued doing below to her cunt. Reaching beneath them, he quickly found Snow's extended hard clit and began tickling it with the tips of his fingers, causing her to release the two pricks she'd been lavishing with her mouth in order to moan audibly at the additional unexpected stimulation.

Snow was only moments away from the first of many orgasms that she knew she'd be having, wanting desperately to feel the surging release of cocks within her as she did so. Knowing full well the impact of hearing decadent, dirty talk that very often triggered a man's climax, Snow began urging them on, hoping to soon feel them doing so as she herself climaxed.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me Tom, fuck my ass. Can you feel Steve's prick sliding in and out of me against yours? Can you feel his hot swollen prick fucking my cunt?"

Tom groaned deeply, already fighting the urge to spill his seed inside that tight hot ass, sensing it, sensing his struggle she continued.

"That's it baby, go on...shoot it. Fill my tight slick ass with your sperm. I want to feel it shooting inside me, bathing my insides," she urged him further. But it was Steve's prick that gave it up first, hearing her words, her dirty sounding, lust filled wants.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" he cried out lurching beneath her, driving upwards as he came, his back arching, his long, low deep groan of pleasured release as his prick began spewing torrents of spurting hot cream deep inside the cavern of her slick wet pussy.

That of course now triggered Tom's climax, as well as her own. Feeling Steve's still throbbing prick deep inside her, she now felt Tom's as he too drove even more deeply inside her than he had been, holding himself stationary for a moment as the first jettison of his spunk leapt from the head of his cock.

"Yes! Yes! Squirt it baby, squirt it! Fill my ass with your nasty hot fuck juice!"

Snow had gone over the edge herself. Brad continuing to twiddle her clit with his fingers, Pete's tongue, lips and mouth firmly sucking her tits as Doc and Greg both continued rubbing their own leaking members against her face, running them over her mouth, nose and chin as she cried out deliriously with the intensity of her own pleasures.

Weak in the knees now, Tom pulled out collapsing on the end of the bed. The moment he did, Snow rolled off Steve, redirecting Greg and Doc now to lie down in his place, still panting heavily from her so recent spending.

"What? What do you want us to do?" Greg asked curiously, anxiously, and excitedly all at once.

With some additional coaxing on her part, Snow finally managed to get the two men to move much closer together. Somewhat hesitant at first to do so, she soon had the two of them balls to balls.

"Now, hold yourselves together just like that," she actually demanded. "And don't move, just stay right there!"

Everyone watched curiously as Snow moved over to squat herself down over the two, side-by-side, rock hard cocks.

"She's not serious, is she?" Brad said looking on in surprise, though he continued to stroke his massive prick, using both hands as he stood there looking on.

"Apparently, she is!" Pete replied appreciatively, looking on as Snow now reached down holding onto both men's prick's simultaneously.

"Come over here and help to support me," she told Pete and Steve as they immediately did so. Snow struggled for several moment's, the tightness of the two men as she finally managed to slip herself over the heads of both was astounding.

"Holy fucking shit!" Greg cried out with the near overwhelming sensation of it. He and Mike both feeling her sweet, slick yet incredibly tight cunt slowly stretching, slowly engulfing, and slowly easing downwards over the length of their side-by-side pricks.

In addition to that, the spunk which had filled her earlier was now being forced out of her pussy, running in white sticky rivulets of cream coating the two men's cocks as she began to slowly ease herself up and down over the two of them.

"Someone, come feed me your prick!" She now demanded, the lust filling her head, the desires of her heart now wanton and more wicked than any she had ever known before. "Come on Bashful, feed me that enormous hard prick of yours again!"

Pete could only stare in curious wonder as Brad quickly joined them on the bed. His cock swollen beyond proportionate belief as Snow struggled with it, nearly as much as she had in struggling with the two cocks that now impaled her slick pussy. The knob of Brad's prick purple, looking much like a small plumb as she sucked it, finally managing to just suck in the big fat head into her mouth. For a moment, it reminded Pete of a bridge, spanning between two structures, the length of it enormous, as Snow reached up holding onto it, now stroking it as she continued sucking. So thick in its girth, she partially gagged on it while attempting to do so, her drools of saliva pouring freely from her mouth leaving long streamers of her spit still attached to it as she bobbed her head up and down around his massive thick angry looking phallus.

"Fuck that's hot looking!" Tom finally said moving back over having partially recovered now. He stood, once again fisting his prick which had again began to harden. He soon began moving it back and forth against Snow's breasts, taunting and teasing her nipples with it, once again making her groan with pleasure around Brad's monstrously sized dick.

"Fuck man, I'm not going to last much longer!" Greg warned everyone.

"Then don't!" Snow said turning towards him, looking down at the twin pricks still sluicing in and out of her sloppy went cunt. "Go ahead, shoot it, squirt it inside me!" she urged him then, feeling the swell of Doc's prick as she said it, the look in his eyes telling her as she did so that he too was only moment's away now.

"You too Doc," she grinned seeing that. "Go ahead baby, spurt that hot fuck juice inside my pussy, let me feel it, let me feel and hear you cumming!"

"Oh fuck!" Doc wailed at that precise moment. He felt his own liquid release suddenly surge up the length of his shaft, just as Greg's likewise began doing. The two cocks simultaneously releasing, squirting, spurting, filling her pussy with more cream than she could possibly contain. It backwashed out of her cunt with each thrust downwards, the squishy sounding splurge of their spunk now overflowing, cunt farts forcing it to spray outwards in nearly every direction, again triggering a second, even more intensified orgasmic release for herself.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Snow cried out deliriously, watching it, feeling it, seeing the thick rivers of white sticky cum juice not only pouring out of her now, soaking the two pricks still almost magically held inside her, but likewise shooting, spraying a second time as she mashed herself downwards with a wet slick plopping sound every time that she did.

She'd returned back to Brad's cock, the expression on his face evident, holding his dick like a fireman with his hose. She knew instantaneously what was about to happen, once again wrapping her mouth over the end of his enormous organ just as the first fiery squirt from his hose began filling her mouth.

Snow nearly drowned with the enormity of it, drinking down as much as she could, finally forced to give it up and allowing the excess to merely dribbled down and out of the corners of her mouth. It fell with great splats against her breasts, dripping wickedly upon her nipples, covering each as she continued milking, pumping out the last final vestiges of Brad's incredibly rich copious spurtings.

Finally extricating herself from the two cocks inside her, Snow stood, a flood of cum now running down the inside of both legs. Capturing it with her hands and fingers, she swiped up as much of it as she could.

"Spread my lips, my pussy," she demanded of Tom, which he then did, watching as he held it open, as Snow now smeared the sticky mess back against herself. She coated her swollen pink lips with their essence, now tickling and bathing her hard little knot with it, fingering her swollen bead, uninhibitedly pleasuring herself once again to yet another quick release. The pleasure of which, as her pussy throbbed and contracted, forcing even more of the remaining cream still held inside her to pour forth.

At the moment, Snow knew that Pete was the only one who had not yet shot his wad. She'd been purposely saving him for last. She had early on picked up his fascination for her breasts as he'd purposely played with them every chance that he got, reaching down, thumbing or tweaking her nipples, enhancing her pleasures as she wildly fucked, servicing the others.

"And now..." she grinned smiling at him. "I'm willing to bet, you've got a great big load that you'd love shooting off between my tits...wouldn't you?" she asked grinning hotly.

"Oh fuck...yes!" Pete hissed through clench teeth, barely able to keep himself from cumming just at hearing that.

"Well come on then baby, here they are, all nice and slick for you to fuck!" she urged him, pressing her magnificent breasts together for him, soon surrounding his hard stiff erection as she knelt before him surrounding his dick with all that sweet soft titty flesh.

Pete nearly fell over from the sheer pleasure of it as she began stroking his dick up and down with her breasts. The fact she was slick with the drippings of Brad's spending didn't bother him in the least, the wicked decadence of it, merely enhancing the spectacle as everyone else now stood there looking on, almost cheering as they did so.

"Oh yeah Pete, yeah! Fuck those titties, fuck those beautiful soft firm titties!" His friends urged him.

But it wasn't necessary, he did. And as he fucked them, Snow simultaneously held her breasts, working them up and down his shaft in unison with his thrusts, somehow intensifying the pleasure until he too finally felt the first beginning tickles of his release. He somehow managed to open his eyes against the pleasure, saw the head of his prick suddenly swell, ballooning to even greater size.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Gonna shoot!" he warned her, though she was already aware that he was, waiting for it now, looking down at the swelling head of his dick as the tiny eye widened expectantly, already the bubbling of white beginning to emerge from his prick tip.

"Shoot it! Shoot it! Spray me!" she screamed out jack hammering his cock with her tits. 

In the next instant, he was. 

Still amazed with the copious discharge, which had emerged from Brad's dick, it was nothing in comparison from the one that now leapt from the head of Pete's. The first full rope of spunk easily reaching, and then clearing Snow's shoulder, still connected, before finally severing itself from the tip, followed only moment's by another, even longer, more forceful spurt, which Snow redirected as it splashed heavily against her chin, her throat and finally her breasts themselves.

"Oh my God!" Pete cried out in abject surprise. Never before in his entire life had he felt such wonder, such exquisite unbridled pleasure such as this. Releasing him, Snow quickly surrounded the head of his prick with her mouth, now capturing, swallowing, and drinking the remaining squirts from his cock, each one still massively produced, causing her to again gag on the enormity of them. Swallowing as much as she could, as quickly as she could, even then it was still too much and Snow allowed the balance of it to again drool from the sides of her mouth, once again falling down to drip decadently upon her breasts. As it did, she began caressing her own tits, smearing the essence of his spending around them, massaging and again pleasuring her own nipples with his hot sticky sperm.

When at last Pete felt like he would faint from the sheer physical pleasure, he too collapsed back onto the bed. He laughed, looking up at the expression on his friends somewhat startled faces, though they all stood, once again hard stiff cock in hands looking at him.

"Never seen anything like that before in my life!" Tom stated in obvious wonder and surprise, along with everyone else.

"You ever see anyone ever squirt like that before?" Greg likewise stated looking at Snow who was now covered thickly in more cum than anyone had ever seen before. It clung to her like a napkin, both breasts drenched, drippings still clinging to her chin and shoulders, criss-crossing nearly her entire body as she sat there licking it from her lips, still playing with the white cream that she now used to completely and entirely coat her upper body with.

"I do hope we're not done here," she said looking at the six renewed hard cocks. "Because I've always fantasized about taking a cum bath," she grinned hopefully.

"And that wasn't?" Bashful Brad said looking at her in disbelief.

**

After taking a bit of a breather and some refreshment, everyone returned with Snow back into the main room of the cabin once again nearer the fire. She stood tossing several large throw pillows down onto the floor, and then positioned herself upon them, looking up at the seven men she'd now directed to stand in a circle around her.

"I love watching a man pleasuring himself," she told them all. "And now...I get to watch seven of them doing it, at once!"

They all were indeed doing just that. Seven hard cocks once again, each differently shaped, sized, swollen. Each one curiously unique, but equally firm and wanting.

"Yes! Yes!" Snow urged them, all the while holding her own pussy open with her fingers, toying with herself as she watched them from below. The interesting view as she lay there below them looking up, seven stiff hard phalluses, balls freely swinging to and fro as they each stood jacking themselves off. "And don't hold back, whenever you want to, wherever you want to...just cum. Cum on me, bathe me, squirt on me wherever the fuck that you'd like to!" She told them all.

It was uniquely interesting from Snow's perspective in another way as well. Each man stroking, pleasuring himself so differently from the others as she lay there looking up, watching each. Steve, preferring the slow methodical pumping of his shaft with one hand, back and forth, up and down. Greg, a more rapid motion, though she noticed as he did so, frequent pauses in between, three, four quick jack-hammering strokes, another pause followed by five or six more.

Snow allowed her eyes to wander, taking and spending moments with each. Her hands, fingers, busily touching herself, probing, sometimes merely finger-fucking herself, listening to the sounds of her own wet succulent pussy. Doc, the way he palmed the tip of his prick, not really stroking it, but thumbing the head back and forth while simultaneously cupping his balls. Tom, fisting his, fucking his own hand, spitting on it in order to create a nice wet slick passage so that he could. And then Brad of course, two fisting himself, hand over hand actually, stroking downwards, one hand over the other back and forth, the head of his dick once again swelling into the size of a large plumb.

Snow smiled appreciatively at Pete, watching him as he too pleasured himself uniquely, quick rapid slaps of his hands against his prick, beating it sometimes wildly from side to side, the sounds of his flesh being slapped, increasing and intensifying the pleasure that her own sweet fingers brought to herself.

And then Chris, who stood merely pinching the tip of his, pulling it, stretching it, encircling just the head as he rapidly jerked off just the mere tip of his swollen hard prick head.

One by one, they soon began reaching their pleasures, just as she was. The beginning of her own sweet climax hovering on the edge, waiting expectantly to release upon the feel of the first landing spurts against her body.

"Oh fuck...fuck, here it comes!" Tom said, the first to announce, nearer her cunt, thus pointing it there. They all watched as his streamer flew, connecting precisely against her lips, causing her to squeal out in delightful response. Tom continued pumping himself off against her, now triggering yet another as Doc aimed his own powerful liquid spurt against her left breast, quickly coating it just as Brad now began doing to her left one. In seconds, each tit was thickly coated in large fat pools of cream that began running off her breasts, down her sides to drip thickly upon the floor beneath her.

Chris claimed her feet, his fetish suddenly manifesting itself as he knelt down, his prick launching itself against her toes, and between them. Snow giggled wildly, the unexpected sensation of it further heightening her pleasure even more. The warmth of his cream now clinging between her toes as he continued spurting off against them.

"More! More!" Snow cried out, as Greg finally standing above her began to spill his own seed, directing it against her face, aiming desperately for her mouth, much of which made it. Though she didn't mind at all the near misses, which splashed against the side of her cheek, or even those, which now landed, blending immediately within the stark whiteness of her hair.

Steve simply began covering Snow from head to toe, just as Pete himself began doing. Each standing on either side of her, watching their lines of cum criss-crossing mid air against one another, back and forth as though icing and decorating a cake. Though Pete didn't quite match his previous performance, it was nevertheless nearly as fascinating to watch as he continued to shower her with his spunk long after everyone else had finished.

Snow truly was now covered in snow, lots and lots of newly dumped cum snow. The cum blizzard upon her had been all that and more, something she had always wanted to experience. The sight of so many sweet different cocks erupting against her, the waves of orgasmic bliss she'd felt while watching each one, soon robbing her of all reason, all sanity. She could only lay there, the feel of so much cream clinging to her body, or running to pool in places that felt deliciously wicked as she sought them out with her fingers, scooping them up to either taste, or apply elsewhere upon her body.

**

All night long, they fucked, played, sometimes in twos or threes, taking frequent breaks in between, until all had been satiated beyond capability or reason. Even as the sun came up, the first tendrils of it reaching through the window, Snow felt Pete's prick just then softening, slipping out of the tight grasp of her ass with a pleasured "plop", the feel of his semen trickling out of her tight little asshole as it did.




Snow White



"Fuck, we need to be leaving soon," someone announced sadly. "Before we can't," he then added as the fear of the next incoming storm already began threatening the horizon.

They soon after dressed, saying their good-byes as Snow stood at the door, greeting each one before they left, giving each a passionate lustful kiss as a reminder of what they had all shared and experienced with one another. Pete, the last to leave, his hands automatically coming up to give Snow's breasts one last final caress of good-bye.

"You will be back again next year yes?" she asked.

"Will you?" He said hopefully.

"You know it," she grinned. "Come rain or come sunshine," she told him.

"Or Snow," he winked laughing.

"That goes without saying," she responded back, kissing him, her hand fondling caressing his groin, his hardness once again firming. Reluctantly, Pete parted with her, rejoining his friends outside, each one waiting patiently for him to mount his snow mobile for the ride back. 

Snow stood in the doorway watching them as they circled once around in front of her waving smiling, and then whistling a most familiar tune as they turned riding off towards the horizon.

"Hi ho...Hi ho..."



Snow White



Snow White walked quickly through the forest. It had been many years since the witch had attacked her. As an adult, she now served as a leader in her community. She wore a blue tuff top with red gems that cut off just after her breast and a tight navy corset skirt that wrapped around her stomach and just past the tip of her ass. Her thigh-high red boots with skulls adorning them were piercing the fallen leaves on the ground as she quickened her pace. Someone was following her. 

"Is anyone there?" she called out, but there was no response.

Her silky black hair blew in the breeze. The wind whipped at her exposed skin and chilled her.

"I can warm you up," a deep voice called, followed by the snicker of another woman behind him.

Snow looked in every direction, but the source of the voice was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she was just imagining. She had to continue her journey back to the Castle before nightfall. 

"You sure do look good in that skirt," the voice rang out again.

This time it had to be real. Someone was hiding the forest stalking her.

"Who...who is there?" Snow timidly called out.

Another round of female laughter, this time followed by a heavy, deep sigh. It was coming from just of the path behind a row of bushes. Snow wanted to run, to get as far away from there as she could, but she lingered, slightly curious.

"You coming to join?" the male voice said.

She hadn't notice, but she had taken a view steps towards the sound, her hells silent in the soft dirt. Instinctively, she had begun tugging and the clasps on her skin-tight skirt.

"Just a few more steps," 

Snow White felt a breath of heat wash over her. She could see the people in the dark now. He was tall and handsome with the fine emerald robes of a prince. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his muscular dark skin. 

On the ground, her face between his thighs, was Cinderella, her tiny mouth hurriedly gulping in his long, black cock. 

Snow White took a step back.

"Don't be shy, Snow," he said with a welcoming smile, "Most of you Disney girls don't know what to do when they see me. There aren't any brothas in Disneyland,"

He chuckled softly, and Cinderella removed herself from blowing him to let out another soft chuckle. She coyly signaled for Snow White to come towards her. 

Again, Snow White didn't hear herself moving forward. Closer and closer to this strange, dark skinned man. 

His cock was unlike anything she had ever seen. Far bigger and more engorged than Prince Charmings had ever been. 

But she had to get back to the Castle. He and the dwarves were waiting. 

"The Princes don't like when I come around," the man said, "They don't like when their girls look my way. My name is Prince King, from a far away land,"

Cinderella laughed coyly again, her fingers gently caressing her stomach and breasts. She reached out at the clasps that Snow White had already partially undone and finished the job. Her skirt fell away, revealing her sleep white stomach and slender creamy thighs. 

Prince King took a step forward, his man hood swinging like Charming's sword until it pressed against her stomach. He reached in and pressed his lips against hers and her discretions fell away. Cinderella snickered playfully from beside them. 

Snow White kissed his neck, then his bare chest, slowly working over his flat stomach until she reached her impossible conquest. 

"Just take as much as you can, Snow," he said, and he rubbed the top of her head, "I'll show you some real passion,"

Snow White let the edges of her lips touch the tip of his black cock and hesitate. She could not do this. She couldn't possibly cheat on her husband. Who was this strange man and how did he arrive in the Enchanted Kingdom?

Cinderella noticed her hesitation and knelt back down beside her. She kissed Snow's neck and tried to comfort her. Suddenly, Cinderella's tiny hand was on the nape of her neck, pushing her head forward.

Prince King's cock slid slowly into her mouth inch by inch until it pressed at the back of her throat. Snow White gagged, and slid back down the shaft until it popped out of her mouth.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed, and both Prince King and Cinderella laughed.

She felt silly, but she was determined to not be ridiculed by the likes of Cinderella. She cusped his cock in her hand once more and this time effortlessly slipped the giant cock into her mouth, working the shaft with her tongue, pulling as much of it in as she could. Prince King sighed in excstacy.

"You enchanted Kingdom girls know how to treat a man," 

Cinderella tied Snow White's hair in a tight pony tail to keep it out of her face as she continued to blow Prince King. Three minutes? Five? It could have been ten that passed as she vigorously worked his manhood. A heat began to build inside her. She needed more.

She dismounted herself from his cock and lay back on the cool dirt with her legs gaped apart. Prince King fell to his knees and pulled her milky thighs so that they rested on either side of his torso. 

The tip of his dick rested on the shaved hairs just above her pussy. He didn't make a move. The anticipation was bubbling inside of her. 

Cinderella laid so that Snow White's head rested in her thighs, but Snow's eyes were fixed on the massive member that would soon be inside of her. 

She reached out with one hand and grasped the fleshy tool, presenting it to the gates of her nether region. Prince King pushed forward slowly, letting the tip of his penis glide across her wet opening. 

He pushed his cock deeper inside of her, only half way, and watched as Snow's white cheeks blushed in joy. He recoiled, this time siding fully inside of her and Snow let out a tiny whimper that sent a shiver through his whole body.

Quicker and quicker he rocked until their sex smoothly rocked on the soft Earth. Snow White never took her eyes of his black dick as it penetrated her. He reached out, putting one of his palms on her navel, contrasting against her fair skin. 

Snow suddenly jerked over and twisted around in the soil presenting her vuluption bottom to him. She wiggled in, and he smirked as he began to take her doggy style.

He rested his firm hands on her white butt and slid his cock in and out harder and harder, pulling and pushing Snow White off his member. With each thrust her whimpering moans grew louder and louder until she jolted firmly. Her first orgasm. He would provide her with more.

Prince King picked Snow White up from her position on all four knees and into the air. Her back pressed against his dark chest, he re-entered her, holding her firmly by the waste and fucking her while standing. She looked down, seeing every inch of his black dick rock her white pussy. The hot fire inside her built as she could see the bulge of his dick push from insider her all the way up to the bottom of her pale stomach. 

He kissed at her neck and it soothed her as his dick thrust inside her. Cinderella watched joyfully before them, her own fingers playing along.

Prince King continued to lift Snow by her curvy hips up and down off his cock in the air until another momentous orgasm rippled through Snow. 

Snow dropped her feet to the ground and bent over so that Prince King could take her from behind again. The tips of her fingers barely touched the ground as his big black cock lifted her up a bit with every thrust.

Prince King grabbed at Snow's hips and ran his dark fingers along them as he fucked her. Harder and harder, her white ass slamming against his black hips as the forest grew darker and darker as the white light of day left and the darkness of night began to reign.