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The seven dwarfs all left for the mine early this morning; all went off 
whistling ready for the brand new day. Let me tell you why.

My name is Snow White, and I had a bitch of a step-mom but she really 
was a looker. She was twenty-four years old, about five foot seven 
inches tall, she always wore a low cut gown to show her ample cleavage 
and the rest body matched perfectly. Her face was sweet and beautiful to 
behold but the men in waiting never got their eyes off of her bod. She 
was queen which meant she had to do the king, and do him she did, she 
started his clock running every morning with a hum job that left him 
dazed for most of the day. If he started to recover his wits later in 
the afternoon, she’d drag him back to the sack for a nooner which she 
enjoyed every bit as much as he. One day she did the old man three times 
for lunch, he swayed as he walked to the banquet hall for dinner that 
night, and that was before his pint or two of grog he had with the dukes 
and earls every night after supper.

Well as you can probably imagine the old man didn’t have a lot of say in 
how the kingdom was run day to day anymore. Not that the old witch, I 
mean bitch of a step-mother the queen could start a war or anything but 
she pretty much got anything that her black little heart desired. Oh, 
she desired lots too, from the Lord High Butler, to the stable boys who 
she usually took two or three at a time, because you can’t get too much 
of a good thing. Anytime you wandered anywhere around the castle, you 
had a good chance to hear muffled moans coming from a linen closet, 
squeals of delight from the hay loft, or lately cries of joy coming from 
the wizards tower. One time I walked into the dinning hall mid-afternoon 
she had her ass in the air and a butler humping her from behind while 
she had her head under the young French maid’s short uniform. After 
seeing the size of the butler’s equipment I knew why they were called 
staff, stiff staff at that.

The old wizard was a particular favorite because recently he given dear 
old mum a magic mirror. The dam thing first did her make-up for her then 
announced who was the choicest bit in the land; always her of course 
except one time it said it was this fairy from another town. Well he 
rued the day, she sent half the army after the guy, and at first he 
didn’t mind thought they were all on shore leave or something. However 
he got the idea when they tried to make him taller, well he nearly died 
on that rack, and he wasn’t half as attractive after they cut his ears 
off. That mirror was also the cause of all my troubles too.

See I was sixteen, in fact on my sixteenth birthday the mirror did the 
same favor for me as the gay deaf guy. The wicked old bitch got up in 
the morning had the mirror fix her face and then started the questions. 
“Oh, mirror, mirror on the wall who do the men most want to ball?”  

Son of a bitch the stupid mirror blurts out “Snow White.”

The boys had been sniffing around me quite a bit as of late I developed 
early and just keep on developing, so I was used to turning a few heads 
when ever I stepped out of the castle. But that is a far as it went, 
except once I had frenched an earls son and he had groped my breasts but 
that boy never even felt bare tit so I was pure as snow thus the name I 
guess.

 Anyway mom went into a rage, she knew that dad would never do anything 
to hurt me, hell every time I saw him for the past couple of months he 
got a woody, so she plotted to have me killed. She called in her 
favorite huntsman; she had taken him to the bushes a number of times, 
and instructed him to take me deep; deep within the enchanted forest. 
When he was sure we far enough away that no one would ever find a body 
he was to kill me and cut out my heart. What the hell she planned to 
with my heart I’ll never know. She’s been getting weirder and weirder 
since dad started getting those woodies every time I showed up.

The huntsman showed up at my door, he’s a big tall really handsome 
French guy named Gaston, no that’s not right, that’s Beauty and the 
Beast. I think his name was Pierre, anyway his name isn’t important he’s 
this big tall hunk who I had been thinking about every night when I went 
to bed, with those evil fingers of mine. Every night I’d tell them 
fingers you just remain calm, no itching or scratching or tickling 
yourself tonight, it’s a big sin. I’ve always tried to be a good girl, 
but I can tell you those fingers they are without a doubt going to hell, 
one sin after another they commit.

Pierre didn’t have to ask me twice if I would like to learn how to hunt. 
I am a vegetarian but am not opposed to all types of meat, if you know 
what I mean. I literally ran to the stable where our horses were waiting 
saddled and provisioned for a long day. It being my sweet sixteen 
birthday and all, I kind of figured maybe Pierre was a present from one 
of my parents, I hoped so at least, I am sure he is the kind of gift 
every young princess wants. Well we rode for many hours twisting our way 
through the enchanted forest, I rode close behind him not speaking too 
much, I didn’t want him to think I was one of those young girls who just 
had to chatter away just to hear herself speak. Besides as I watched 
those broad shoulders and muscular back I fantasized, him ravishing me 
on the blanket he spreads out for lunch. My dainty little ass was 
starting to feel spanked, while I rode most everyday I didn’t usually 
ride this long, so I was thrilled when he called for a break.

We settled down the horses in the shade of the forest and spread our 
blanket in the sunny clearing. I got the basket of bread and cheese from 
my saddlebags while Pierre got a couple of bottles of wine from his. We 
were both quiet as we ate our bread, and I was shy and nervous hoping 
something would happen, but afraid too. I had watched a few times, and I 
wanted to get in the game but I was still a rookie and had butterflies 
flitting through my stomach. Pierre seemed preoccupied, and was swilling 
the wine rather swiftly. After my third glass I had enough courage to 
ask him what was wrong. He laughed and apologized, saying he was worried 
about something that he had wanted to ask me. I said well better get it 
out, and he asked me if he could kiss me, he told me that my ruby lips 
damp from the wine looked so perfect that he just wanted to taste them. 
I told him by all means sir taste my lips, well we got to kissing for a 
while and I was starting to get pretty hot, I mean my fingers wanted to 
roam. He stroked my long blond hair then he asked if he might just look 
at a bare breast because they looked so perfect it seemed a crime that 
they should be hidden. I tell him by all means that it is so warm here 
in the sunny clearing I would like to bare my breasts for him. I don’t 
know how he saw them with his mouth attached first to one nipple then 
the other, maybe he has eyes in his hands because they were all over me. 
I’m moaning and aching for more now, when finally he says we have ridden 
so long perhaps your royal bottom is sore and could use some soothing 
salve, which I have here, in my basket. I’m out of my gown before his 
hand even reaches the basket.

The salve is soothing but he’s rubbing it on my butt and right now 
that’s not what is on fire, he finally gets around to dropping his pants 
so I might salve his behind for him as he puts it. I load my hands with 
the goo and feast my eyes on this guy’s beautiful ass and massage his 
butt for a few minutes. Then he turns around and I see that the bulge in 
his pants was no fake so I gave that a few strokes of soothing salve, 
which doesn’t look like its working doesn’t look soothed at all it looks 
rather stiff and angry too me. I give that a few more strokes for good 
measure then just a nip or two with my mouth before he tells me that he 
wants me and he wants me now. I think finally, and a couple seconds 
later I’m no longer a virgin. After a couple of hours not only am I no 
longer a virgin but he says I’m more talented then any of the girls that 
work the sailor bars back in town. I’m proud of my progress and wish to 
make more but he tells me the awful fact of manhood. No matter how much 
you may want to after seven or eight times a man just can’t do it any 
more.

Well now I understand why dear old step-mom was doing ever guy in the 
castle, dad could only do this seven or eight times a day, and I could 
understand that she wanted it more than that. But I wondered if Dad is 
king he may be able to do it more then one of his subjects. I had just 
had the greatest birthday of my life, I wanted it to continue but the 
huntsman was through, he really looked a little haggard. That’s when he 
told me the story about the mirror my mother and our little trip to the 
woods. Needless to say, I was scared, but Pierre assured me that my 
heart was not traveling back to the palace with him but neither could I 
go back. Even if I went back and told my dad what had happened it was 
only Pierre’s word against my fathers favorite blowjob. So that being 
the case I would have to accept banishment, and Pierre would have to go 
back with some kind of heart for the evil step-mom other wise she might 
send out someone to hunt us both down. So it was decided that I should 
gather the rest of our food and the blanket and ride a little deeper 
into the forest, Pierre would get more provisions and meet me tomorrow 
at a clearing about an hours further ride into the forest from here. 
That was the last time I ever saw Pierre, although I am sure that he 
came back looking for me the next day and many days after that, because 
the dwarfs told me he did.
             But that is another story!

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