Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

And they lived happily ever after...

That was the promise, as they took their vows and as Snow White became Snow Patel (It would make her life so much easier if she were to marry somebody who was a white Christian so I decided she should go for an Indian Prince instead. This way, she can have her curry and eat it too). And the double wedding wasn't bad either. The church wedding went well, each dwarf shed a bucket of tears (and three of them, no names mentioned, found difficulty in suppressing their erections) as she strode down the aisle. She was truly ravishing, was the then Snow White. The smoke from the holy fire of the Indian ceremony got in her eyes and reminded her to pop a bottle of moisturizing cream into her handbag before they retired to the palace chamber.

Two hours after the buffet (pappudumss and mango chutney included) they went home and had toe curling sex (which is rather amazing for a first time). No matter how many times you scratch ferociously at your panties, or tug at your boxers, nothing will quite prepare you for the real thing. If truth be known, the Prince didn't know which hole was which and decided to unknowingly test my anal-sex-on-the-first-date theory. Had it not caused her to feel a sharp pain, Snow Patel would never have known that the hole he had penetrated was in fact her anus and not her vagina like the guidebooks had instructed. Cinderella had told her many times of the virtues of anal sex, she equated them to finding God herself and coined the phrased 'A-hole is the Only hole'.

'Ouch' she squealed, certain that Grumpy's advice that she would experience a subtle more enjoyable pain had clearly been dealt against. The Prince was nice and withdrew immediately, kissing her lovingly on her cheeks and down the side of her neck in an attempt to regain his once towering erection. I'm sorry, but I have little experience in the art of sex. I have also left my glasses on the bedside table and I must have lost my aim. Won't Snow forgive her husband this one error?'

Snow felt relieved that the Prince was able to understand why she had squealed, and thought him cute for being able to admit that he was unaware. Pulling him close she inserted her tongue ferociously into the Prince's mouth. For a brief moment the Prince hoped he'd been drunk enough so as to discard the taste of crab ravioli that seemed to dive from her mouth into his. Despite this, Snow was a great kisser. Her tongue swam sumptuously inside his mouth and led him into oblivion.

Gradually she spread the Prince's legs wide apart and took his entire length down in one go, a shot of lust, if you will. What turned the Prince on most was not that he could see her enjoy his phallus, but that she was gagging. That his phallus could potentially choke and kill her. And as she jerked her mouth up and down his cock, she felt the phallus grow and blossom. It pleased her to be pleasing the Prince. Snow was a giver. A complete giver.

As the hours struck past, Snow decided to offer the Prince that which she knew he would enjoy. Turning away from the Prince, Snow pushed apart her bum cheeks, inviting the Prince's entry. Without so much as a second's hesitation the Prince was inside her, thrusting her in directions she had never thought possible. During moments of her what seemed eternal orgasm, she felt he would break her, that his cock would somehow enter from her A-hole and emerge from her mouth. That she might die. And she grew to love the pain, for it was pain which derived from lust, which derived from pleasure.

During her anal initiation it occured to Snow that, once the deed was done, the Prince might think of her differently. For, up until this moment of anal unity, they had merely kissed (and of course who can forget the grope in the carriage between their respective castles). Easing her arse off his pulsating cock, Snow turned to face her husband and swiftly guided it into her pussy. As much as she wanted to give the Prince the pleasure he deserved, Snow wanted his love more than anything in the world. What she couldn't risk was his judgment now that she had lost her inhibitions. Virgins weren't supposed to open up both holes so rapidly after all.

Pulling her face close to his, she asked 'Am I any good?' to which the response came 'Yesssssssss' as he filled her up with his man juice. She believed him you see, every girl would have. But linguistics during orgasm can often lead to misinterpretation. The following morning, the first question the Prince asked Snow was where she learnt to fuck so well. And this is where the story begins...