Fairy Porn Story : Snow White 2

“You’ve done very well, my dear,” said Doc. “Since tomorrow is Saturday, after dinner we’ll have a party to celebrate your living with us.” 

And so they did. Saturday’s meal was delicious, then the dwarfs broke out a barrel of ale they’d brewed. Everyone, including Snow White, became giggly from the brew and Happy played his fiddle and flute. The dwarfs began to dance with Snow White and did so for hours, it seemed, until they all collapsed on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, each one more than a little tipsy. 

It was Doc who lay next to her, propped up against a trunk of paints with his arm around her shoulders. Dopey’s head was on her bare thigh, and Sleepy was asleep face down on one of her covered breasts. The others were scattered close by in ale-induced slumber. 

She felt close to Doc and trusted him above all the rest. Large for a dwarf, he had only short legs. His torso and arms were of normal size and she now realized he was very muscular. His short beard also made him look older than he was. She closed her eyes and snuggled into him, savoring his scent. He smelled a bit like the huntsman had that earlier day…raw and male. She pushed her nose into the crook of his neck and her tongue slipped between her lips to kiss and taste his skin. She felt overly warm, and not just from the ale. Her skin felt as if it were glowing, and a warmly pulsing wave of feeling throbbed persistently where her legs came together. 

Doc reacted to her kiss by moaning, and looking at her quickly. The flesh in his groin felt alive and began to grow. It was at this point that Snow White saw the bulge behind his codpiece and the throbbing in her pussy became more pronounced and rapid. “Oh, Doc,” she whispered so as not to arouse the other dwarfs, who were either half-asleep or unconscious, “I feel a bit unwell…between my legs, where I did the day the huntsman took me so brutally. Could you please take a look to see if I’m all right?”

He nodded, she slipped out from under the other two dwarfs, and they crept into her room, making sure they awakened no one. Snow White sat on the end of her new bed, which was built close to the floor, and slowly spread her legs to Doc, who stood between her knees. Her thick, black bush parted and the slick pink folds of her woman flesh peeked out at him. “You look all right to me,” he whispered clinically, to avoid the others hearing him in the next room. “There is no blood, only a wetness that is perhaps caused by drinking ale.”

Doc knew better, of course, but he was trying to be delicate. The musky odor of the luscious girl in heat hit his nostrils and made him even harder in his pants. “I think it’s not the ale, Doc. I think that it’s you…and that great tool in your trousers,” she said, leaning forward and unlacing his codpiece. “Ooh, my goodness!” she gasped, as his cock sprang out at her, immediately inviting a comparison with that of the huntsman. Doc’s member was nearly as long and thick, but very, very straight…much more regal looking. “May I…may I…touch it…to see if it’s hard and soft?” whispered Snow White.

Doc nodded, and breathed in quickly as her soft hands stroked him from tip to base. It had been a few years since his wife – now dead – had touched him and the sudden, ecstatic shock was great. “I must be dreaming,” he mumbled. “I don’t deserve this, my princess,” he whispered to her as she sped her caresses. 

“Yes you do. You saved my life. You are my guardian and I owe it to you to make you feel good. It’s the least I can do. Those strange feelings of a moment ago have changed, and I now feel a throbbing…an itch inside. May I put your hard thing in my honey pot?” she asked, her violet eyes beseeching him. Without waiting for an answer, she lay back and stirred Doc’s staff into her pussy, now more red than pink, more soaking than wet, and smelling ever more womanly.

Doc groaned and succumbed to her softness, slowly slipping his length into the hot cavern she’d opened between her shapely, white, upraised legs. She beamed a smile and closed her eyes while pulling her top over her head and arching her back, thrusting her creamy breasts up to his face. He nibbled at her nipples and she clutched his head to her bosom, delirious with joy. His hips took long strokes as their flesh melded, and her labia made soft, moist, smacking sounds as they laved his stiff probe with her juices. 

“Oh, princess…this is like a dream,” moaned Doc, as he moved his hips faster.

“Ohhh…Doc. You’re in me so deep! You feel so gooood!” Snow White gasped, hugging him closer to her and raining loving kisses on his face. “It doesn’t hurt…like the horrid huntsman. You’re so sweet, and, oh, Doc, Doc, Doc, I seem to be melting inside! Doc, please keep doing that! Oh! Don’t stop, Doc! Oh! Yes, Doc, right…there! Oh my goodness, Doc, ri…ight…there!”

Doc knew from years before that once a woman likes something during the act of love, then a man should continue doing it, perhaps harder and faster. And so he did. His hips fairly flew at her, and her hips matched his, propelling her ravenous quim up at him to swallow his shaft in her young body. He knew, however, that he couldn’t last long, as her tight tunnel had shrunk around him and was spasming inside, trying to milk from his pendulous balls years of accumulated seed. So finally he grunted, “Forgive me, princess…I must…cum in you!” and he froze while embedded fully between her ivory thighs. His pulsating barb then spewed what seemed to be cups full of sperm into her as she whined like a small puppy.

“Ai!…ai!…ai!…ai!” she wailed as her own orgasm overwhelmed her. “Yes! Doc! Drain in me! Give…it…all…to…me…ohh…Doc…ohh…ohh…ohh!”

It was several minutes before they ceased shuddering. When their senses returned, they both looked at the doorway and saw six drunken dwarf faces grinning obscenely at them. Doc jumped up in a rage, threatening to box their ears, but Snow White restrained him. He looked foolish, anyway, with his limp prick flopping about, still scattering droplets of cum. “You’re all perverse!” he barked at his mates.

“Oh, Doc, I love them all!!” she said. “Besides, I feel a hunger deep inside – a throb as well as that itch – that hasn’t yet been sated. I want to have a party with all of them! Now, who shall be next?” she wondered innocently, resting on her knees after she’d doffed her short skirt. Sleepy immediately stepped forward, his smooth, erect, tan shaft already in his hand. Sleepy was originally from far off Mauretania, where the people’s skins are brown. Snow White giggled, “I might have known it would be you! I’ve not seen you yet without a swollen codpiece!”

Rather than mount the princess, though, Sleepy gave her a sly grin and sat on her bed’s headboard with his rump against the wall, stroking his dick. She moved toward him on her hands and knees, not quite understanding what he wanted. Finally he placed his hand on her head and gently pushed her face toward his groin. “Suck,” he said, simply. She raised one beautiful eyebrow at him and licked once under his foreskin. He groaned, pulled back the skin, showing her his violet crown, close to the color of Snow White’s eyes. “Oh, please suck me,” he begged.

Though relatively new at this practice, Snow White took to it easily and eagerly. Soon she was taking much of Sleepy’s tool into her mouth, and moaning with pleasure as she did so. Her physical position, of course, was tempting to all, particularly since she was nude and her bottom was elevated into the air. It moved Dopey to stand on the bed behind her and bury his cudgel into her cunt, still dripping from her juices as well as those of Doc. Though Dopey had a wonderful heart, he was not the brightest of dwarfs – being from the far west across the seas – so after he pulled his modest probe from Snow White by mistake, he re-inserted himself slowly and gently into her rear. She recoiled immediately, but after a minute or so began moving with him, beginning to enjoy the anal intrusions. Poor Dopey, unfortunately, was the none the wiser. To him, a hole was just a hole. 

Seeing this, Doc left the room. He had many things to do, especially to figure out how to handle this young, wanton princess.

It was Happy who was next. He paced excitedly around the bed, his penis hard as wood, as Snow White joyously served his two friends. He didn’t yet know how to participate, until he noticed the space between the girl’s widespread knees. He giggled quietly to himself and inched himself under her torso, nibbling at her breasts, which swung appetizingly to and fro with each of her wet gulps of Sleepy’s member. Then he slid his miniscule legs between her knees and slipped his erect, brown penis into her slit – still dripping from earlier – and thrust upward into her pussy. Again he giggled, this time triumphantly, causing Snow White to disgorge Sleepy’s dick and cry out, “Yesss!”

Happy felt this was easy, since he’d come from the central Asian steppes, where warriors frequently slide under their horses in battle to escape enemies with greater armaments. His almond-shaped eyes thinned happily to slits as he felt the girl’s own sublime, natural saddle envelop his manhood in its rhythmic, driving quest for a climax. 

Doc was in the kitchen, preparing an elixir for Snow White. His knowledge of local herbs, consumed as tea, would keep the princess free of disease – as well as children – until some sense could be made of this weird situation, he thought. Soon Grumpy joined him. “What do you propose to do?” asked the bearded old Anglo-Saxon from the far north. “She’s driven them mad with her charms, and now they’re humping away like rabbits!”

“Why must it always be I who solves our problems?” asked Doc.

“Because, son, you’re our leader and already the magpies have spread the word of Snow White’s whereabouts. Inevitably the queen’s men will invade, led by that cruel huntsman. We’ll all be done for if we don’t prepare,” said Grumpy. 

“I suggest, then, for now that you join our little brothers and share some of the royal bounty. It will hurt the princess’s feelings if you don’t. And, I know for a fact that it’s been years since you’ve felt the soft touch of a woman!”

Grumpy shuffled off to Snow White’s room, passing Bashful, who was peeking around the doorjamb at the princess’s involvement with his mates. Sneezy, the young fellow who’d never gotten used to the climate in the forest – having been born in the hot climate of India – had jumped on the bed to one side of the girl, and was now having his dong sucked. Sleepy was being masturbated, and appeared to be close to cumming. Grumpy had to admit that it moved him to see Snow White’s pale face and crimson lips pressing into Sneezy’s dark groin as she sucked on his root. A gang bang! shuddered Grumpy. The princess is hosting a multiracial gang bang! 

He stood next to the bed until Snow White raised up to catch her breath, then she saw him. “Grumpy!” she cried, still tipsy from the ale, “unlace that codpiece and let me bring a smile to your face!” It was done in a second, and the young girl’s mouth quickly slipped over his wizened cock, which slowly rose to a majesty that he hadn’t experienced in years. 

The dwarfs then began climaxing like a row of dominos. First it was Sleepy, who came into the air onto Snow White’s hair and face, then squeezed himself dry onto her tongue. Then Dopey cried out insanely and pumped his load into her rectum, followed by Happy, whose deposit joined that of Doc’s in her vagina. Sneezy wasn’t yet ready, though. He hobbled around to the other side of the bed next to Grumpy to proffer his meat to her ravenous mouth, since the princess now seemed intent on making the old man un-grumpy. She handled them both with great aplomb, sucking first one then shifting to the other, until they trembled through monumental orgasms. Snow White then lay down on her back, stretching like a cat, and said, “I’m the luckiest girl in the world! Except that I haven’t seen Bashful yet! Bashful! Oh, Bash-fulll!” she called coyly into the next room while wiping her face and breasts clean of semen.

Three of his devilish mates had cornered Bashful and stripped his small frame naked. He was the youngest of the dwarfs and hailed from below the great Sahara desert on the Dark Continent. His skin was as black as tar, and his penis was the most curious. Unlike the others, it had been circumcised, a practice then known only in his homeland. His prick looked as if it were capped by a fresh plum, and he’d always been self-conscious about its appearance. Until the moment at hand he’d therefore been a very modest fellow and had kept himself covered at all times. 

But now he was being carried, face down, to Snow White’s bed by his friends. His pendulous cock hung straight down, its maroon, plum-like tip swinging in the air like the clapper on a bell. “Where shall we put him, princess?” asked one of Bashful’s laughing bearers.

“Just here, next to me!” she answered, and they dropped him onto his back with a plop, as the princess immediately palmed his rubbery cock and began jacking it up and down. “Ooh, Bashful, you shouldn’t be shy about this,” she admonished, with a quick lick around its glans. “Your thing is as large as Doc’s, and has this giant, shiny, knob!” she gushed, plunging her mouth over his prick and bobbing her head up and down. “Mmmmnnn, it tastes good! Do you like my hot mouth?” she asked.

“Oh-o-o-o-o,” stuttered Bashful. He was a virgin, and therefore had never felt anything so sublime. He looked down at the princess’s lovely face, with her red lips pursed around his coal-black penis, and was convinced that he was in heaven. Her wavy black hair that grew to just below her neck, her flawless ivory skin that stretched over high cheekbones, her eyelashes that were the size of small butterfly wings, and her white fist that grasped his meat outside her succulent mouth, all combined to drive him to the edge. A force much greater than he could control soon numbed him, beginning at his toes, and worked upward to envelop his entire being, causing him to shout aloud, “Prin…cess!” and fill her mouth time after time with his thick, youthful juice. 

When she’d swallowed the last of his load, Snow White continued to jack his member which, to her surprise, stayed erect and hard. Without saying a word, she then straddled him and sank onto his prong to begin the first of many couplings with the youngest dwarf that night. Though his body was small, his organ was not. And though he’d been a virgin, by morning he’d been initiated into the physical joys known to experienced men. During the night Doc listened to the feverish moans and groans of the two young people as the other dwarfs slept. At dawn when finally all was peaceful, and when the insatiable princess and the other dwarfs were sleeping off their drunken debauch, Doc had formed a plan that would change the kingdom forever. 

Part 2

“One of us will always be with the princess as a guard, staying at home while the rest are at work,” said Doc, as they walked the trail to the stream for their Sunday bath. “We will use all of our copper and build a tub in a new room so that we can bathe at home, like normal people. The dirty water will be used for a vegetable garden, which we’ll plant.”

“Uuuh, what about parties…and sleeping arrangements?” asked Sleepy. 

“We shall have no more parties like that of last night,” said Doc. “The princess is not here just for our carnal pleasures.” 

“Yeah, but…she enjoyed it too, you know, the fucking!”

“Sleepy, watch your language. If she sleeps with one, she will sleep with us all…but just with one of us at a time on separate nights. This will be a democracy,” said Doc, and she’ll be our figurehead. We’ll also ask the peasantry to join us in a new community governed by law, rather than royal decree.

“A doc-racy?” Dopey asked, looking confused. “Course it is! You’re our leader! It’s always been a doc-racy!”

Happy giggled at his dim-witted mate and broke into song, making up words as he went,

“We, the dwarfs, one time were called little, 
But that was before Snow White fixed our vittles,
So now when we sing a la do, re, mi, 
We’re talkin’ about the new doc-racy.”

“Once the dwarfs of world fame,
Gold and copper were our game,
Who cares now of the mountains’ sums?
All we want now is for Snow White to cum!”

“We owe, we owe, it’s off to bathe we go,
Who wants to work? It’s okay to jerk;
When you’re not gonna bone, it’s better to smirk, 
An’ let your good bud make the princess moan.”

Snow White blushed as Happy’s song grew more raucous. But everyone was content, and spent much time in the deep bathing pool hidden in the forest, all now comfortable in the nude. Even Bashful was seen to strut a bit. The magpies, of course, watched and listened to everything as Doc laid out his plans. At night, as usual, the birds flew to the castle and perched on its windowsills, chattering away about everything they’d seen during the day. The magic mirror, of course, heard everything that they chirped.

A while later there were rumblings among the peasantry about democracy, too. Word of the movement reached the kindly old king and he spent days thinking and consulting his advisors, many of whom were favorably disposed to the idea. The queen was not, of course, and feared correctly that her royal power was slipping through her fingers. She consulted her mirror.

“Looking-glass, looking-glass, I’m curious to know, 
Whence the ill wind that makes such politics grow.”

The glass answered,

“Oh, fair queen, the birds and beasts do tell,
The dwarfs be the source of the popular swell.” 

“Dwarfs?” asked the queen, “But surely you jest.
How can such little people cause us unrest?”

Cautiously, the glass said,

“Oh, queen, I do rue, my pledge to be true,
But I fear that my answer shall make you a shrew.”

With fire in her eye the queen fumed,

“What do you mean, you consummate ass?
Explain it right now or I’ll break your glass.” 

Afraid of destruction, the mirror confessed,

“Breaking news says that there’s an insurrection,
In the outlands, you know, in that dark, forest section.”

Enraged, the queen decided to investigate and see for herself what was causing such a stir. She disguised herself with makeup as an ugly old crone. She wore rags and posed as a peddler of women’s articles; knickers, corsets and the like…even marital aids and drug paraphernalia. She delved deeply into the forest and discovered in a hidden glen the dwarfs’ house, now enlarged, with large, well-tended vegetable gardens. She crept around behind it and saw a dwarf behind a tree, masturbating what was his sizable, well-formed, cock. Given the queen’s salacious nature, she tarried a while and watched the fellow – fascinated, and rubbing herself between her legs as she did so – until he jerked himself to orgasm, then lay down in the shade for a nap. 

It was Sleepy, whose turn that day was to guard Snow White while his mates were mining for copper and gold. The queen, limping along on her walking stick as if she were crippled, crept past his now-snoozing form and made for the front door, convinced that the house’s occupant might reveal some useful political information. She tapped on the door and it opened to reveal her step-daughter, the princess Snow White.

“Fair damsel,” her phony old crone voice cracked as she recovered from shock, “I have items for you; undies and bras, roach clips and bongs, even those new things that are called thongs!”