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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Snow White (MF, 1st, rom, fantasy) by The Writer (testcase57@hotmail.com) *** The seven dwarfs all left for the mine early in the morning; they 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 showoff her ample cleavage and the rest of her body matched perfectly. Her face was sweet and beautiful to behold and the men in waiting never took their eyes off her. 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 before lunch, he swayed as he walked to the banquet hall for dinner that night, and that was before his pint or two of grog that 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 about how the kingdom was run day to day anymore. Not that the 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, she'd always say. Anytime you wandered anywhere around the castle, you had a good chance of hearing 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 with a butler humping her from behind while she had her head under the young French maid's short uniform skirt. After seeing the size of the butler's equipment I knew why they were called staff. The old wizard was a particular favorite because recently he'd given dear old mum a magic mirror. The damn 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 though 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. 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 of late I developed early and just keep on developing, so I was used to turning a few heads whenever I stepped out of the castle. But that is a far as it went, except once I had frenched an earl's 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. She instructed him to take me deep; deep within the enchanted forest. When he was sure we were 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 Jean- Pierre, anyway his name isn't important he's this big tall hunk who I had been thinking about every night when I go to bed, with those evil fingers of mine. Every night I'd tell those 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're without a doubt going to hell, one sin after another they commit. Jean-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 Jean-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 a sunny clearing. I got the basket of bread and cheese from my saddlebags while Jean-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. Jean-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 so. I tell him by all means that it is so warm here in the sunny glade 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 behind 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 gooey stuff and feast my eyes on this guy's beautiful ass and massage his buttcheeks 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. It 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 lips 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 every 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 Jean-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 Jean-Pierre's word against my fathers favorite blowjob. So that being the case I would have to accept banishment, and Jean-Pierre would have to go back with some kind of heart for my 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, Jean-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 him, although I'm 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! If you liked this you can find more like it on my website http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Capsule/3646/ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 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