You all know how this story goes...
But, do you really know how it ends?
In a faraway kingdom with rolling hills and sparkling rivers, lived a young princess named Snow White. With skin as white as snow, lips as red as a poppy, and hair as black as night, Snow White's beauty was legendary.
One morning when the queen asked her magic mirror, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" she was shocked when it answered:
"You, my queen, are fair; it's true. But Snow White is now twenty one and is even fairer than you."
The Queen flew into a jealous rage and ordered her huntsman to take Snow White into the woods to be killed. She demanded that the huntsman return with Snow White's heart as proof.
The huntsman watched until Snow White was alone, taking a bath, then he bound and gagged her and threw naked into the back of a wagon. After many hours travelling he stopped the wagon and looked down at the shivering young woman. He was not a cruel man, but he was scared of the witch queen. Snow White looked up at him pleadingly.
"You don't have to kill me," she told him. "Just let me go. I'll never return to the castle."
As she talked, she slid off the wagon so that she was kneeling in front of the huntsman, looking up at him. She was conscious of her nakedness, but also conscious of the huntsman's eyes as they played over her body. She knew that look from the way Jasper, her favourite page, looked at her as she lay naked on a blanket in the hay loft with his cock softening inside her.
"Kill a deer, or a boar, take it's heart to the queen and tell her you have done as she ordered," she pleaded, as she ran her hands up his legs and then stroked his cock through his pants. She found that he was already half hard.
"Mmmm, you have been having naughty thoughts about me, haven't you?" she told him as she smiled up at him.
"Every man in the castle has imagined being alone and naked with you," he replied, taking a handful of her dark black hair between his fingers, bending her head back to make her look up at him again.
"And when you have thought about having me alone and naked, what have you wanted to do with me? Use my mouth, my pussy, both, or something a bit more unconventional?" she asked with a smile, her voice getting husky and she contemplated his answer.
"Take my cock out," he ordered.
Snow White reached up to undo the huntsman's belt, then slowly pulled his pants down over his hips, taking down his underpants at the same time. His cock sprang out in front of her face.
"You have a beautiful cock," she lied, as she continued to pull down his pants.
"I want to suck it. Can I please suck your cock," she asked, smiling up at him as she leant her breasts against his thighs and let his cock rest against her cheek. But her affection was a trick to hide her hands as they found his belt and pulled it tight around his ankles.
Before he could answer, she leapt to her feet and pushed him hard, hardly waiting to see him hit the ground with a thud as she grabbed a blanket from the wagon and fled naked into the forest. Concussed and confused, by the time the huntsman came around and untangled his pants, Snow White was long gone.
Snow White was now all alone in the great forest, and she did not know what to do. The trees seemed to whisper to each other, scaring her, and she began to run. She ran over sharp stones and through thorns. She ran as far as her feet could carry her, and just as evening was about to fall, she saw a little house and went inside in order to rest. Exhausted, she wrapped the blanket around herself and curled up on one of the beds, which was strangely short, and fell deeply asleep.
Snow White was woken by loud clattering of tools and deep voices, followed by the slamming of the front door. She sat up on the bed, her blanket wrapped around her, as seven dwarves entered, then seeing her, stood around her.
"What the fuck are you doing in our house, and in Dopeys bed," asked a particularly grumpy looking dwarf.
Even sitting, Snow White was able to look the dwarves in the eye. So, she told her story of how she had come to be there.
"Please, can I stay here, just for this one night. I promise I'll go in the morning," she pleaded.
"No way, piss off," ordered the grumpy one.
"Hang on a bit Grumpy," said one of the others. "She's had a shit day. Show a bit of compassion."
Several other dwarves chimed in, supporting the caring dwarf, who she heard called Doc. Grumpy took a bit of convincing, but eventually he gave in.
"OK," he agreed, "but she has to earn her keep. Can you cook?" he asked her.
"I'll try," Snow White replied. "Where's the pantry?"
An hour later, as Snow White cleared the table there was a general chorus or approval. "That was amazing," "wow, can you cook again tomorrow night," "fantastic," "best meal ever."
Snow White looked at the cans of baked beans and eggshells in the bin. She realised that dwarves have low expectations when it comes to food. She had found a bit of cord and had managed to make a sort of poncho out of the blanket, but it was very short, and she was aware that every time she bent over, she showed a lot of leg or the side of her breasts, and sometimes a bit of arse. She had noticed that all the dwarves had noticed, but Doc in particular seemed very interested. She asked him to help her wash up, and as they stood side to side at the sink, his head level with her waist, she made sure to stand very close, letting her poncho fall open, pretending it was accidental.
"Help me take the rubbish out please," she finally asked him.
After emptying the rubbish, Snow White took him by the hand and sat down on a log in front of him. She lifted the poncho over her head and leaned forward to kiss him. He turned out to be a very good kisser, not rushing, just enjoying the sensation of lips on lips, on necks, on cheeks and finally of tongues, dancing around each other.
"Thank you for convincing the others," she finally offered, breaking the kiss for a moment. "I've never slept with a dwarf, are the rumours true, that you are hung like horses?"
Doc laughed out loud, but when he had finished, he took Snow White by the hand, and led her to the back of the house, where there was another small room.
"This is a spare room, for when we have guests, or if one of us gets lucky with one of the women from the village, or if Grumpy has a prostitute" he explained.
Snow White lay naked on the bed, which was obviously intended for full sized people, and watched as Doc undressed. He was nicely muscled from all the work in the mine, she admired his broad shoulders and tight arse and strong hands. She only had a sample of five or six to compare him to, but his cock looked to be about normal, but as he stood over her, stroking himself, she re-considered and decided that he was only slightly longer than she had seen before, but it was definitely wider. She felt herself getting wet in anticipation and she pulled on her nipples and touched herself gently as she offered herself to him.
Doc proved to be a caring and competent lover, using his tongue and fingers to bring her to a thigh clenching orgasm before he spread her legs with his knees and pushed into her slowly, gradually deeper with each thrust until he was massaging her clit with his pubic bone. When he was close, Snow White told him that it was OK to come inside her and hearing that, he looked into her eyes and sent stream after stream of cum deep into her tight young pussy.
As a young woman growing up in the castle, surrounded by handsome soldiers, knights, pages and even stable boys, she had been taken aside by an older woman who had taught her how to make a tea that would ensure that she would not get pregnant. She had started taking the tea for breakfast some time ago and had gathered the necessary herbs during the day today, while the dwarves were at the mines.
