Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a lovely young lady, the only daughter of a powerful king. She grew up happy and loved, in spite of a very jealous and insecure stepmother. With hair as black as coal and skin as smooth and fair as porcelain, Snow had been an adorable child and the older she got the more beautiful she became.
For a time, the wicked stepmother Queen didn't pay the girl any attention, too consumed with her own vanity to care for someone else's brat. Every night she'd sit before her magic mirror and ask it the most important question: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady of all?" Each time, the mirror that could not lie answered that she, the Queen, was the loveliest.
Until that dreadful day, that is, when Snow White turned eighteen.
The Queen once again asked the mirror who the loveliest in the land was, and expecting the same answer as always, almost fell off her boudoir chaise when the mirror replied: "Snow White is the loveliest in the land." She became furious and wild with rage and jealousy. It couldn't be possible! That little bitch couldn't possibly be prettier!
But alas, all the years of ignoring her stepdaughter meant that she'd missed Snow White blossoming into a beautiful young woman. Everyone—from the villagers to the servants—loved and lusted after Snow White. Even her own husband...the girl's father....
It was an appalling shock for the Queen to find out that her husband lusted after his daughter. She was taking her lapdog for a walk near the creek when she came across her husband standing behind a bush. He was looking through the branches, but worse yet he was jacking off to the sight of who ever was on the other side. Keeping herself hidden, the Queen snuck around and saw that it was her stepdaughter, bathing nude in the creek that had gotten the King so horny that he had to whack off behind the bushes.
But the Queen was in for an even worse shock a few days later on the day of the girl's 18th birthday...
The castle was abuzz with preparations for Snow White's birthday party. The Queen had been thinking that it was time to get rid of that ugly little bitch—get her married off before she became an old maid. She went in search of her husband to tell him of her thoughts. He would surely agree that it was time Snow was married.
Unable to locate her husband, she stopped a servant and was informed that he was out in the stables. But when she got there, he wasn't alone. Snow was there with him. The Queen hid behind a door not too far from where they were admiring a horse.
"Happy birthday, daughter. I hope you like your present. This horse is a born champion. He can be a bit wild at times, but you'll be able to handle him."
"Oh, daddy," Snow cried out in delight, flinging her arms around him and hugging him so tightly that she felt every line of his body, including a strange, hard foreign bulge in his pants. "It's the best present ever. How can I ever thank you?!"
"Just a little kiss, sweetheart."
And so she gave him a brief kiss on the lips. But then he opened his mouth and his tongue came out. Shocked, her mouth opened in surprise and his tongue went inside to find hers. Taken aback, Snow stood in her father's arms and let him kiss her deeply. She'd never been kissed like this before and it was really rather enjoyable. She moaned softly, feeling once again that thick bulge down there in his robe, jabbing at her. And even more shocking, strange sensations were starting to swirl between her legs, making her private treasure damp and tingly.
Finally her father let her go, a loving smile on his face. They turned back to look at the regal stallion he'd bought his daughter.
As she admired her horse, trying to hide her new awareness of her father, she suddenly gasped in shock at the sight under the horse's belly. "Oh, daddy, what is that thing?!" she cried out, disgusted yet mesmerized by the huge staff that bobbed stiffly beneath the horse.
Her father chuckled at the girl's innocence and naivete. The few horses he kept in the stables were mares and geldings, so it wasn't surprising that the girl had never seen a horse's dick before.
"That, my girl, is a cock. All males have them."
The secret spot between her legs began to water the longer she looked at the horse's...cock. "Do you have one?" she asked without thinking, her eyes still glued to the horse's.
Again he chuckled, his mind working overtime. "That I do, my daughter. Would you like to see it?" The Queen nearly gasped out loud her outrage, but quickly schooled herself, remaining quietly where she was even as her sharp nails bit into her hand, bloodying it.
Snow turned startled eyes to him. "Really?" she asked innocently.
The king didn't waste another moment and, pulling aside his plush robe, he wore nothing else underneath and stood before his daughter, showing her his thick, long glory pole. "It's hard to compete with that horse but I'm bigger than average," he informed her without jest. The king was long and thick, and would have been envied by most men.
"Oh, daddy, it's so huge. But what's it for?"
"I pee with it. But I also make babies with it; I fuck the Queen with it. And I can pleasure you with it." The Queen listened and had to bite her tongue; she hated him but couldn't deny that his mighty cock had always brought her much joy.
Snow was innocent but growing more curious...and wet...by the minute. She gulped. "How can it pleasure me?"
"Let me show you. This will be the second half of your birthday present."
Snow quivered in anticipation, wondering what her father had in store for her. How could that thing possibly be used to satisfy another person? And what did fuck mean?
"Take off your clothes. Let me look at your womanly body."
Shy but driven by a strange fire in her loins, Snow obeyed.
The Queen watched on, feeling rage...and something else altogether...
Snow stood tall before her father, her naked flesh exposed to his hungry eyes. "Oh, what a beautiful smooth body you have. Your tits are so large and perky. And your pussy, I must see your pussy."
"My pussy?" she queried, not sure what he meant.
"Spread your legs." The king was very horny at the sight of his daughter and at the prospect of what was soon to come. Hearing her innocence in no way abated his lust, it only fueled it. His hand went to her hairy mound and his fingers slid past to the soft, already moist flesh of her slippery slit.
Snow cried out with desire, her father's fingers creating unimaginable sensations that rushed through her body as he massaged her delicate bud.
"That's your clit. And this is your pussy, or cunt as some people refer to it."
"My cunt," she repeated, never having heard the word in her extremely sheltered upbringing.
"I'm going to shove my cock deep inside this tight little hole," he said, using his index finger to push through her hole and demonstrate what would soon be in store for her. "I'm going to fuck you with my cock, just like this," he said, pushing his finger in and out of her. "And when I cum, I'll shoot my spunk deep inside your pussy. It'll make you feel good," he promised.
She was already feeling good! His fingers were doing crazy things to her.
"Please fuck me now, daddy. I can't stand it anymore!" she cried out as her knees suddenly buckled and she experienced her first mini orgasm on his finger. His mouth crashed down on hers, kissing her hard and deep to stifle her loud noises of pleasure.
The Queen could hear and see everything. With each second that passed, she despised her stepdaughter more and more. Now she was planning more drastic measures to get rid of her...for good. But even as she planned, she couldn't resist her own pleasure and her fingers went into her robes to find her hairy pussy. She was already wet and musky, and her fingers worked at her clit as she watched her husband give his daughter lessons in adult love.
"You'll have to be quiet, my girl, or you'll spook the horse. I'll fuck you in good time. But first your have to do something for me."
"Yes, daddy?" she looked up at him innocently, loving gratitude in her eyes for the pleasure he'd given her.
"I want you to suck on my cock. I want to feel your lips on it, your tongue running over it. It'll make me feel good and it'll make my cock even stiffer so that I can fuck you easier with it."
Nervous at not knowing what to expect and hoping that she'd be able to satisfy her father as he'd just satisfied her, she went down on her knees and took the large meaty cock in her hand.
"Look at it. Smell it. Taste it," the king ordered.
Snow did. Taking a few tentative licks, she reveled in the texture and warmth of it. Then she took the tip in her mouth and sucked on it, running her hands along the length as she did. The king swayed and groaned. Out of curiosity, she cupped his hairy balls with one hand, squeezing them.
"Oh, fuck, if you keep that up, I'll cum in your mouth."
She kept it up. Would it be so bad if he cummed? She didn't really know what that would entail but it surely couldn't be terrible?
The king's meat began to throb and jerk in her mouth.
