Prologue
It was her mother's fault. Shortly after she was born, she carried her to the window and the first thing she saw was a flower – a Snowdrop. Thus her name was decided. It wasn't until she went to school at the age of four that the problems arose. Her school friends – of course - shortened her name to Snow. Eventually the penny dropped and having been called Snow Wyatt, she became known as Snow White.
Snow hated boys from then on. They were the ones that made fun of her. As she got older, her friends all started dating but she held back. She assumed that the only reason that anyone would want to go out with her was to be able to say they had dated Snow White. Or worse; maybe they want to say they'd laid Snow White.
When she was thirteen, her mother died of a rare disease, which she caught while on holiday in Africa. This was a very sad time for Snowdrop – especially as she had always been closer to her Mother than her Father.
Five years later, her father announced his intention to re-marry. Celia was quite an attractive woman, with a dazzling smile, but eyes that seemed somehow lifeless. Snowdrop's father appeared even more remote now that he was pre-occupied with her step-mother. Celia was obviously a gold-digger, using sex to ensnare Mr Wyatt – frequently and very loudly. Almost every night Snowdrop would hear them, the bed creaking and Celia yelling in (fake?) ecstasy.
Worse still was the sexual way in which she acted when around Snow's father – frequently fondling him in front of Snowdrop. It seemed to please Celia to embarrass her. It was almost as if she was trying to drive her away. But Snow wasn't going to leave. She loved her father and was determined to stay and protect him from her evil step-mother.
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Chapter 1
The Wyatts lived in a nice house with about 10 acres of gardens surrounding the property. Mr Wyatt had inherited the house from an Uncle who had no other relatives, but not until he had made his own way in the world and had carved out a lucrative career for himself.
Old Ted the Gardener had also been inherited, but he was getting on in years and Celia persuaded Robert Wyatt to retire him with a decent pension. Within a week she had hired a new employee; David, who was a very handsome and very fit looking 28-year old.
Robert had no idea that Celia and David were 'old friends' and they kept up the appearance of employee / employer at all times. But Snow noticed the looks that David cast in Celia's direction as she walked past. She could see the lust in his eyes.
Then, one day while walking in the grounds she found a shaded spot beneath a tree and sat down. It was warm and peaceful and she found herself in a very relaxed state of mind. Snow heard a sound behind her, so she leant over to peer around the tree. Through the bushes she could see David working, trimming some of the plants that had started to grow across the network of paths.
He was whistling a tune to himself as he worked, stripped bare to the waist. He really was very good looking and Snow found herself becoming aroused. Without thinking, her hand began to unfasten the belt on her jeans. She continued watching David as she popped the button and pulled down the zip. Her fingers slid under the elastic of her panties and pushed on through her pubic hair. At the first touch of her clitoris, she gasped and spread her legs wide.
Snow was surprised at how wet she was. The gusset of her knickers was sodden with the juices that her pussy had already produced. Her eyes had closed as she first touched herself, but now she opened them again to observe the image that had inflamed her passion.
David suddenly stopped working and Snow was concerned that she had been discovered, but he had seen her stepmother instead. Celia was now approaching him down the path on which he stood.
"Hello Celia," he said.
"That's Mrs Wyatt to you David," she replied.
"I was wondering how long it would take."
"How long it would take, for what exactly?"
"I knew you couldn't keep away from me."
Celia smiled, "We have to stick to the plan. We can't... well, we can't risk getting caught."
David laughed and then said, "Yes, but you didn't have to come all of the way down here to tell me that. Did you?"
Celia looked around to make sure that they couldn't be seen and then took a nervous step forwards.
Meanwhile, Snowdrop had stopped rubbing herself. She was still incredibly turned-on, but froze in place while watching the scene in front of her.
"Come here you slut," commanded David. His voice was no longer soft, nor subservient. "Now!"
Celia moved quickly, for fear of David shouting aloud and being overheard. She stood in front of him. Although she was tall, he was much taller still and she had to look up at him. The gardener took her head in his big hands and kissed her on the mouth.
Snowdrop watched, shocked. But then, although outraged, she began to imagine it was her lips being kissed and she slowly began masturbating again.
David grabbed Celia roughly and began to squeeze a breast with one hand and an ass cheek with the other. She whimpered as he dropped his hand to the other cheek and lifted her up off of her feet. Snow could see Celia's chest rising and falling rapidly as David buried his head in her cleavage.
Suddenly, David dropped Celia and she collapsed to the ground. She sat there panting, looking up with pleading in her eyes.
"That's more like it," he growled. He then slowly unzipped his trousers. Two sets of eyes – Celia's and Snowdrop's – watched as he reached inside and began to release his dick.
Snow had never seen one before. To her it looked enormous, but far from being frightened she was pushed over the edge into an orgasm that hit her with the force of a train. She pushed her lips together to prevent any sound escaping, but her breath continued to snort through her nostrils.
When Snowdrop came to her senses again, she looked back around the tree to see her stepmother kneeling in front of David. One hand was wrapped around his penis; the other was cupping his testicles. At first, she wasn't sure what she was seeing, bit then David lifted Celia's hair away from her face. The bright red lips were stretched wide as she tried to swallow as much of the Gardener's dick as possible. While she rubbed with her hand, her head bobbed rapidly in time.
Snowdrop watched in fascination as her stepmother fellated the Gardener. When he came, he grunted and grabbed hold of her hair, forcing her to swallow his ejaculation. Not until she had taken the last drop did he release her head, by which time she was gasping for breath. David picked her up easily and stood her on unsteady legs. Before she could react, he reached down and pushed his arm up under the hem of her skirt. His hand rose rapidly until he reached her silk-clad crotch.
Celia's legs almost gave way. As she regained her balance David savagely ripped her panties away and rammed two fingers up into her cunt. Now her legs did give way, but he was ready for this and grabbed her around the waist as he started to finger-fuck her furiously.
Snowdrop continued to watch and began to push a finger up into her own pussy, aware that she was beginning to stretch her hymen. Her stepmother had now half-turned away from David allowing him to play with her breasts and tease her nipples with his free hand. She was turned directly towards Snow now and the young woman could see the hairless vagina being invaded by the two powerful digits.
Celia stopped breathing as she reached her climax, only exhaling as she came down from her peak. The sunlight filtering through the trees meant that Snowdrop could see the shiny streams of her stepmother's come running down the inside of her thighs and soaking into her stocking tops. David released her and she slumped to the ground.
The Gardener licked her come off of his fingers as he grinned down at her. "You really are a little slut, aren't you? And you know what? I'm willing to bet you'll be back for a lot more soon." He turned and walked away; leaving Celia sprawled on the ground.
