A long time ago there was a king who every day would say to his queen, "Ah, if only we had a child." His queen would nod and agree, but of course the reason they didn't have any children was because she had long been on the pill since she was getting fucked by every cock in the castle and had no intention of getting knocked up. But it happened that once while the queen was getting nailed doggy style by the captain of the guard near a pond, a frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said to her, "The king's wish shall be fulfilled, and before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter."

The queen smashed the little green fucker with a near-by rock for delivering such terrible news, and said to the captain, "I need to stop doing all those mushrooms; I just saw a fucking talking frog!"

Yet despite the queen's belief that she was hallucinating, what the frog was a magic messenger and what it said came true. The queen had a little girl, who was so pretty that they named her Rose, and the king could not contain himself for joy; he ordered a great feast to celebrate her birth. He invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintances, but also the Wise Women of the land in order that they might be kind and well-disposed towards the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but, as he had only twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, the king very stupidly decided that one of them had to be left at home. Dumb, cheap bastard!

The feast was held with all manner of splendor and towards the end of the evening the Wise Women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby -- one gave health, another beauty, a third riches, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for.

When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in -- and boy was she pissed! She wished to avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at anyone, the bitch cried with a loud voice, "The king's daughter shall in her nineteenth year be pierced by a prick and fall down dead." Then, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the room.

They were all shocked, and more than a little disappointed because this party had just gotten to the good point where everyone's heavy buzz was starting to turn into serious horniness and they were getting ready to split for some good fucking...but, oh no, that bitch number 13 had to fly in like she was raging on the rag or something and ruin everyone's fuck time! But anyway...Wise Woman the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward, and as she could not undo the evil curse but only soften it, said, "It shall not be death, but a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the princess shall fall after she is pierced."

The king, who would keep his dear child from the misfortune, gave orders that every object capable of pricking her skin and piercing her body in the whole kingdom should be destroyed. Every sword, knife, arrow, and cleaver was melted down, while every other sharp object was burned. The crazy old man even had every single rose bush and briar patch pulled up and destroyed in an effort to protect the child from being pricked. Meanwhile the gifts of the wise women were plenteously fulfilled on the young girl, for she was so beautiful, buxom, good-natured, intelligent, funny, healthy, and flexible, that everyone who saw her was bound to love her -- and every man wanted to fuck her silly.

It happened that on the very day when she was nineteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of places, looked into rooms and bed-chambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow winding staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there in a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax.

Behind the old woman stood the broadest, most well-built and sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. It must of course be remembered that growing up in a castle meant growing up in what was basically a military fort, so the young woman had been surrounded by men her whole life. Most of her father's soldiers were perfectly average looking men, and while she had certainly spent many a pleasant evening down in the barracks sucking off entire platoons at a time and getting drenched in their jizz, she just never had seen a man worth actually fucking...until now.

"Good day, old mother," said the king's daughter, "what are you doing there? And who is this fine piece of man meat we have here?"

"I'm spinning," said the old woman, and nodded her head. "And this is my...uh...nephew. Orlando."

"What sort of thing is that?" she said, pointing to the immense bulge in Orlando's leather pants.

"That," the old woman said, "is his magic cock. Would you like to see it?"

"Ooh, yes!" Rose almost chirped in joy.

Orlando dutifully untied the leather thong keeping his fly together and revealed to her what was the most immense, thick, hard, and altogether beautiful cock she had ever seen.

"Oh, my!" she cooed happily. "What a lovely cock! Say, Orlando...do you know today is my birthday?"

Orlando must have been as low on brains as he was high on looks, because the dunce of a hunk just stood there, cock in hand, and shook his head slowly and stupidly.

"Well, it is, and you know you have to give the birthday girl what she wants on her birthday, right?"

Now he nodded...stupidly.

"Oh, good boy! Well, I want that cock in this pussy," she said, now hiking up her skirt to reveal a smoothly shaved, soft pink pussy. Rose lay back on a bed that was conveniently already located in this small tower room that apparently been locked for her entire life (I know, I know, there really is no internal logic to fairy tales!) Orlando dutifully walked to her, stripping off his clothes as he did so to reveal an almost perfect male body, lean, muscular, chiseled and well-defined, and perfectly tanned. As Rose lay there, watching this example of perfect Latino masculinity walk towards her, she massaged her clit gently and happily anticipated the lovely pain of her first prick.

In the very moment when she felt Orlando's prick slid between her wet, tight pussy, Rose knew something amazing was happening. She instantly felt woozy and lightheaded, the pain of her cunt being pried open for the first time was more than compensated by the amazing tingle of his cock buried deep inside her. Orlando wasn't actually much on style, simply rather pounding away at her pussy like a jack-hammer, and roughly pulling her chemise away to play with her large tits and to be able to suck on her very erect nipples. Under the circumstances it hardly mattered because Rose quickly felt an orgasm wash across her body. As the last throes of her orgasmic shaking released the grip it had on her body, Rose felt Orlando's thick load of hot cum begin to fill her pussy, she also felt herself get sleepier and sleepier and her vision get blacker and blacker.

As she slowly slid into a deep, 100-year sleep, she heard the old woman cackle and say, "The king is such fucking dumbass! Melt all the knives...seriously?! I said she would be pierced by a prick! Holy fuck, what do I have to do, spell it out for you?! Dumbass can't even catch a simple allusion!"

As Orlando pulled his cum-soaked cock out of Rose she lay there in a deep sleep, and the magic of this sleep extended over the whole palace: The king and queen who had just come home and had entered the great hall slipped into a deep sleep, as did the whole of the court with them. The horses, too, went to sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons upon the roof, even the flies on the wall. The wind fell, and on the trees before the castle not a leaf moved again.

All around about the castle there began to grow a magic hedge of thorns, which every year became higher and higher, at last growing tightly around the castle and all over it. Soon, there was nothing of the castle to be seen, not even the highest towers or the flags upon the roof. But the story of the beautiful sleeping Rose went all about the country and surrounding lands, so that from time to time kings' sons came and tried to get through the thorny hedge into the castle. But they found it impossible, for the thorns held fast together and the youths were caught in them, could not get loose again, and died a miserable death.

After many, many years a young prince came again to that country having heard the story of the lovely, ageless sleeping Rose. He had also heard from his grandfather that many other princes kings had already come, tried to get through the thorny hedge, but wound up getting stuck on the giant thorns like royal shish kabobs and had died a pitiful death.

"Eh, fuck it," the young prince said. "I am not afraid. I am brave enough to face the thorns and I will go see the beautiful Rose."

"Actually," his grandfather, the wizened old former king said, "you're not brave. You're immensely stupid. I just told you that you were likely to die. There is a significant difference between brave and stupid, and you, my dear dull grandchild, are stupid."

Yet despite how forcefully the good old man might dissuade him from going, the young prince would not listen to his words.

"But, Pops," the prince said, "I need to find a princess to marry, and maybe one that's asleep might find me a suitable mate."

"Or maybe one that's dead would like you even more, you fucking moron!" quipped his grandfather, still smarting from being called Pops.

But the painful truth of the matter was that the young prince might actually do better wooing a corpse than he would a princess. Although he was the very picture of princely good looks -- thick black hair, powerful jaw, strong muscles, blah blah blah -- he was about as interesting as a block of wood. In fact, there are blocks of wood in this general area of the world that are far more gifted conversationalists than the prince. Beyond that, wood at least serves a purpose -- about all the prince did was hunt and keep the king's lands safe from the deprivations of marauding rabbits, squirrels, and small water fowl.

So the prince set out, bent on claiming Rose as his own or to die trying. But by this time the hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Rose was to awake again. When the prince came near to the thorn hedge it was nothing but large and beautiful flowers which had parted to create a pathway to the front gate. "Hmm," the prince cleverly noted, "these aren't thorns! Looks like the old fucker was wrong!"

In the castle yard he saw the horses and the spotted hounds lying asleep, on the roof sat the pigeons with their heads under their wings. And when he entered the house, the flies were asleep upon the wall and all the people were slumped in the positions they had been sleeping for the past century.

He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the throne laid the king and queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be heard. Things were so quiet, creepy and weird that by all rights the prince should have been totally freaking out, but he really was just too stupid to even realize he should be afraid!

At last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where Rose was sleeping.

There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away. The prince stood there, bound to her loveliness, unable to tear his eyes away. She lay exactly as she had been one hundred years before when Orlando had pierced her with his prick, so her perfect pink pussy was revealed, glistening slightly in soft morning light streaming in from the slit windows, and her large, firm breasts and gum-drop nipples also were his to behold. Now, the prince might have been a dim wit even in a world of half lights, but he knew a good thing when he saw it.

And this, in case you were wondering, was a very good thing!!

One thing about being a complete dullard and having the personality of a used condom is that women generally don't really want to indulge you in all your sexual fantasies. Just ask Prince Blockhead here, who hadn't gotten laid in years even though he really could pretty much just order a woman to suck him like a Hoover. So as he stood staring at the unconscious, partly nude and totally hot Rose he sported a huge, sudden, and utterly overwhelming hard on.

The prince, while barely pulling his eyes away from Rose, stripped himself and pulled off her dress. He then pulled her slightly so that her head hung over the edge of the bed slightly, opened her mouth gently, and slowly slid his thick, engorged cock into her mouth. Rose dutifully remained fully asleep, and so the prince thought he had never met a better woman.

He slowly, slowly, slowly slid his cock all the way into her relaxed and open throat, gently yet deeply face fucking her; he slid his cock into her mouth so deeply that his balls were squished against Rose's forehead as he did so. As he did, the prince groped her tits, squeezing them boorishly and pulling on the nipples hard, pleased to have his way with a woman for once that didn't punch him in the balls for being such a stupid brute. Looking at her pussy now hungrily, the prince use his position to lean forward and begin licking it, taking advantage to really suck hard on the clit even as he maneuvered his fingers inside her wet cunt. All the while he continued to pump his cock deep into her throat.

The prince felt his orgasm start but didn't want the fun to end so soon -- not like he'd be able to cum again anytime soon, of course, as he was pretty much a one-hump chump -- so he pulled out of Rose's mouth and repositioned himself now on top of her. Nudging her legs aside, the prince now shoved his cock into her wet, soft cunt slowly. It had been so long since he had felt this particular joy that the prince feared he might pass out, but he regained his composure once he hit bottom and then began to increase the pace. The prince slowly started to fuck Rose now with more and more of a forceful thrust, slamming his cock into her with greater speed, until he was finally fucking her as fast as his well-built body could manage.

At long last the prince could stand this delightful pressure no more and came deep inside Rose's pussy. Some men scream when they come, some groan, some grunt. The prince made a truly awful sound, something of a combination of a squeak, a squeal, and a cat getting caught in a meat grinder.

After some time of this horrendous cacophony the prince stopped cumming and was able to catch his breath. When he did, he stooped down and gave Rose a kiss. As soon as he did, Rose opened her eyes and awoke and looked at him quite sweetly.

"Oh," she said suddenly, looking as if she expected someone else. "You're not Orlando."

"No, I'm Hubert."

"Hubert? And you just fucked me, Hubert?"

"Yes, Rose, I came to break the spell you've been under and claim you as my princess. And while I was here, you were naked, and...well, you know..."

"Uh huh. Soooo, now we are..."

"We are to be married!"

"Oh, yippee skippy!" Rose said in completely undisguised disgust.

So they went down together hand in hand, Prince Hubert beaming with joy and pride, Rose looking like she wanted to pull her own brain out through her nose. As they did the entire household returned to the way it had been a century before: the king and queen awoke, and then the whole court, and looked at each other in great astonishment. The horses in the courtyard stood up and shook themselves, the hounds jumped up and wagged their tails, the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country, the flies on the wall crept again, the fire in the kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat.

Then the marriage of Price Hubert with Rose was celebrated with all splendors. The prince lived happily ever after, while Rose only wished to be unconscious again every time they fucked!

Snow White

Once upon a time in a great castle, a king's daughter grew up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous and cruel stepmother. The young woman was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair, and small but firm breasts and nipples that were preternaturally hard. Her skin was delicate and fair, smooth and immensely kissable, and the color of fresh fallen snow. Therefore, she was called Snow White; her parents had toyed with the idea of calling her Not Actually A Corpse because of her freakishly white skin, but went with Snow White instead.

Though her stepmother the queen was a wicked woman, she too was totally hot. She had a magic mirror used for the art of scrying, in which she is able to learn all things about the past, present, and future. She would ask her mirror about her talents daily, feeding her totally dependent personality and pathological need for affirmation...but hey, this is the Middle Ages, and its not like there were touchy-feely, warm-fuzzy therapists around to make her feel good about herself!

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the best fuck of them all?" she would ask.

The reply had always been, "You are, you hot little piece of ass!" But then once day the mirror said, "Snow White is the best fuck in the land."

The stepmother was furious, and shrieked at the mirror, "How the fuck did that happen?!"

The surface of the mirror swirled then coalesced into a whirl pool with bright colors, finally clearing to reveal a scene in another part of the castle. The queen was able to make out the council room, and then saw that Snow was splayed out on the gigantic mahogany conference table while the Chief Chamberlain licked and sucked her pussy as a man dying of hunger would eat a hot meal. As he did that, the Finance Minister squatted over her face and fed her his cock, the Defense Minister titty-fucked her, while all the time the Treasurer and the Prime Minister got their cocks stroked in her hand.

"Wow," the queen said breathlessly, and with begrudging admiration. "That little slut knows how to work a cock!"

She found herself totally entranced as she watched Snow take on these five cocks all at once, all the while seeming like she was perfectly in control and working each cock as she wanted rather than being taken by these men. As she watched, the queen felt her pussy first tingle then moisten, so much so that she couldn't help but soon slide her hand down to massage her clit.

The queen stood there mesmerized, watching Snow tell the most powerful men in the country to switch positions, to lick her like that and to suck here, herself changing positions so she could derive the most pleasure from these hard cocks. As she stood there, rubbing her clit and now fingering her cunt, the queen saw the men line up and Snow bend over the table, each one to take turns fucking and cumming in her ass. This particular sexy treat was the final straw for the queen, and she rubbed wildly as she came now with a shudder and a shriek.

As her orgasmic tremors quieted down and the men in the mirror began shooting their loads into Snow, the queen was reminded of the halcyon days in which that would have been her taking on two or three of the king's council, and she became wild with jealousy.

"How dare she?" she asked the mirror. "How the fuck dare she?! That bitch has got to go!"

"I don't know, my queen," said the mirror. "All I know is that if I could get the fuck out of this mirror I'd hammer the two of you like nails!"

The queen called one of her trusty servants and ordered him to take Snow White out into the forest, slit her throat, then cut out her heart and bring it to her as proof of the foul deed. The servant was rather obviously revolted at the prospect of doing such an evil thing, so she bribed him with a rich reward for his obedience.
"Bring me the heart of that little bitch," she whispered to him as she gently slid her finger down his jaw, along his well-muscled arm, and finally to his bulging crotch, "and I will give you something you will never forget."

The servant suddenly forgot his moral rectitude and committed to totally slicing Snow White to pieces.

The servant led Snow deeper and deeper into the forest. As they went on the day grew hotter and hotter, and Snow very unabashedly took various items of her clothing off, until such time that her shoulders were revealed, the cleavage of her perfect tits completely visible, the sweat from her body making her thin summer blouse cling deliciously to her skin and show every delight clearly, and her skirt hiked up and showing her legs. She had gained a thin sheen of slick sweat, making an already attractive vision look simply irresistible for the servant.

Having worked in the castle for years he knew her reputation well and had actually hidden in the pantry one night to watch Snow fuck the pastry chef. The servant, naturally enough, figured why not take advantage of a good thing.

He had them stop at a lovely, soft patch of traveler's moss under the shade of a gigantic oak tree to eat their lunch and to drink some wine.

"So," he said, munching his cheese. "You wanna fuck?"

Snow took a sip of wine, and said, "Not much on style, are you?"

"Not the talking style. But my physical style...that's something altogether different!"

"Alright then! Let's see what you got!"

The servant happily pounced on Snow and began to passionately kiss her lips, face, neck, and shoulder while her worked her tits with his free hand. He eventually made his way to her tits, licking and kissing his way to them. Once there he paid them the attention they craved as clearly shown by her immensely hard nipples. The servant sucked, licked, and nibbled on each nipple in turn, squeezing and pinching the other as he did. Snow, meanwhile, had unleashed the servant's cock as he ministered to her tits and was happily stroking it, occasionally stopping to gently scratch and rub his balls.

After what was a delightfully long time sucking and nibbling her tits, the servant made his way downward, stripping off her remaining pieces of clothing as he went. He gently and playfully licked his way down her rock-hard stomach until he arrived at the thin landing strip of pubic hair Snow sported -- hair that was as inky black as that on her head. Her bright pink pussy contrasted deliciously against her milky white skin, making that tasty treat only look more tempting and irresistible to the servant.

Intent on taking his time, much like a lover of fine wine sips his libations, the servant took a long, slow, teasing lick from Snow's ass to her clit, licking it like he was licking an ice cream cone. He took his time licking her with a delightfully leisured pace, just slowly and deliberately taking long licks of her entire pussy. From time to time he would let his tongue slip deeply into her pussy as he swept it upwards, licking the entire insides of her cunt with one swoop.

Hey, they guy might have been morally bankrupt but he sure as shit knew how to lick pussy.

These long, slow tongue lashings worked Snow up into a frenzy, and she lay on the moss moaning and roiling with every sweep of his tongue. This is just what the servant wanted, and he now slipped his first two fingers into her slick pussy, then twisted them upwards to massage her G spot even as be began sucking and licking her engorged clit. Snow sucked her breath in hard, feeling the first waves of a thunderous orgasm sweep over her body.

Snow quivered and shook as wave after wave of one orgasm after another racked her body with delightful pleasure, the servant sucking and finger-fucking her all the while to squeeze out as much pussy juice from her as possible.

She could stand the pleasure no more and finally breathed to him, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!!"

Always willing to serve the needs of his royal employers, the servant happily complied. He moved up between her legs and knelt on his knees in order to add more to his thrust as well as too hold Snow's legs wide apart. The servant grabbed them by the ankles and held her legs apart as far as he could, exposing her perfect pussy for him to easily slide into. As he slid his cock deep inside Snow's pussy she let out and long, low sigh, which signaled the beginning of a new round of multiple orgasms.

Once in her now-sopping wet cunt, the servant began to powerfully fuck her pussy as hard as he could move his hips back and forth. He fucked her into one orgasm after another, delighting in her shrieks, in the way her tits bounced lasciviously with every thrust, and the way the sweat trickled from their bodies and mingled together.

The servant was close to cumming but wanted to slow things down a little, so he took advantage of his position to remove his cock from Snow's pussy and then slide it slowly into her ass. Snow's ass had been fucked so many times that it was almost as open as her pussy and was now wet and slick from the juice from her cunt, so the servant slid his cock in very easily and very, very deeply.

Once his cock was in and fully seated in Snow's ass the servant began to fuck her at first slowly, but then with increasing speed. Snow worked her cunt and clit furiously as he did so, rubbing herself to yet another batch of gigantic orgasms.

The servant was now plowing into Snow's ass just as hard as he had been fucking her pussy, and his cock was soon swollen with pre-orgasmic hardness. He fucked her frenetically for a few more strokes until he knew his cock was about to explode with a cannon-like shot of cum. He pulled out of her ass, gave his steely-hard cock just a few pumps with his hand, and then unleashed an enormous squirt of cum that managed to land on Snow's face and left a long, creamy white streak straight from her lips to her landing strip. Snow lay there, contentedly catching her breath, slowly massaging the servant's cum into her white skin.

The pair finally pulled themselves apart and, after having fucked so hard, needed to drink more wine and have a bit more cheese. They then decided that one glorious fuck wasn't nearly enough, so they dove into each other's bodies again. The two again fucked like crazy, this time Snow sucking the servant's cock like she had never sucked a man before, and then recharged with more wine. They fucked like this for the rest of the afternoon, Snow eventually drinking so much wine that she passed out stone-cold as a result.

The servant remembered his orders from the queen, but having had such delights from Snow he couldn't possibly bring himself to slit her throat, but neither did he want to face the wrath of the queen should Snow come back to the castle unscathed. He therefore put on his clothes and ran off, leaving Snow White alone in the forest as the last beams of daylight were swallowed up by the murky blackness of approaching night. She spent the entire long night in the forest alone, so wasted that she had no clue as to what was going on around her.

At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Snow White awoke as well.

"Ah, fuck!" she moaned, holding her head to try and keep the pounding inside of it from making her skull crack. "This always fucking happens when I drink the cheap stuff!"

She looked around and realized the servant had ditched her, most likely at the behest of her loathsome stepmother. Snow then spotted a path leading out of the thicket in which she lay. She walked along it, hoping it would lead her eventually to the castle, where she would first kick the servant's ass then fuck the shit out of him once again because she liked the way he worked her body!

On Snow walked till she came to a clearing. There stood a strange miniature cottage, with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Snow White pushed the door open.

"I wonder who lives here?" she said to herself, peeping round the small cottage. "Whoa, these are some little fuckers. Hmm, maybe a midget circus runaway colony or something. There must be seven of them; the table's laid for seven people."

Snow wandered around the place for a while, until she finally worked her way upstairs to a loft-style dormitory bedroom with seven little beds. She was surprised to find them occupied by seven sleeping dwarves, despite the fact that it was going on noon; unlike the hard-working, industrious, whistle-while-you-work motherfuckers in the next valley over, all these bastard did was collect welfare, smoke pot and sleep all day.

"Yo, bitch!" said one of the dwarves in a voice far deeper than his tiny frame would seem to suggest possible, "who the fuck are you?!"

"I'm Snow White, a princess from the castle. It would appear my bitch of a stepmother tried to have me killed so it looks like I need a place to crash for a while. Can I stay here with you?"

"Can you cook?" asked another dwarf.

"No, not really."

"Well, can you clean?" asked a third.

"Nope. Seriously, I'm a princess. I can't actually do much at all."

"Can you fuck?" asked yet another.

"You bet your little balls I can! I can also suck cock and take it up the ass!"

"Then fuck yeah, you can stay as long as you like!" they all yelled practically in unison. Snow was soon swarmed by the dwarves, who pulled her down to the nearest bed, each trying to stick his cock into the first unoccupied hole he could.

Snow learned three very important lessons about dwarf physiology that day. First, despite their diminutive size they had cocks the size of an average adult male, so their cocks looked huge as they hung down between their knees. Second, she found that dwarves cum very easily, very quickly, and with explosively gushing orgasms. Third, Snow learned that dwarves have a refractory period of about a minute.

So what these interesting little tidbits all add up to is that Snow got fucked and fucked hard by the seven dwarves quite literally all afternoon long. Indeed, there was a constant stream of dwarves fucking her pussy, ramming her ass, or getting blown by her for hour after hour. It took until early evening until the last dwarf squeezed out the last drop of cum from his now flaccid cock and collapsed near his brethren and their guest, all quite fucked out, happily exhausted, and passing the bong around after a day well spent. Snow, for her end of it, had never had so much cum either pumped in her or on her and was really thinking she was going to enjoy these new living arrangements.

At about this same time the servant returned to the castle, with the heart of a deer he had cut out in attempt to trick the queen. He gave it to her telling her it belonged to Snow White. Highly pleased, the queen gave the servant her best blow job, but after having enjoyed the talents of Snow White he was left dissatisfied and wanting more.

The queen exercised her pathological need for affirmation once again and asked the magic mirror who the best fuck in the land was. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied, "Sorry, toots. Snow White is still the best fuck in all the land, and she is now shacked up with the seven dwarves down in the forest." The stepmother was beside herself with rage.

"Show me!" she shrieked, and the mirror swirled with color and allowed the queen to see the dwarves' cottage. The seven of them lay there splayed out on the floor, naked and with quite happily limp cocks, surrounding Snow who was equally naked and happy looking, her milky white skin now glistening and creamy from their collective cum. They were all still passing around the bong.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! The bitch must die!" she screamed. Using her magic to disguise herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Snow White stood waving goodbye to the seven dwarves on their way to the welfare office for their monthly check-in visit.

Snow White was taking a hit off a joint when she heard a knock at the door.

"Who's there?!" she called suspiciously, remembering the dwarves advice about watching out for the po-po.

"I'm an old peasant woman selling apples," came the reply.

"Fuck, bitch, I don't need any apples," she replied.

"Oh, um..." the queen stammered, having thought for some reason that the pot-smoking, cock-sucking slut that Snow White was couldn't possibly say no to a very common fruit. "And by 'apples' I mean some really bitchin' Jamaican bud."

Snow opened the top half of the Dutch door. "Jamaican bud?" she asked skeptically.

"Oh, yes," the queen said, having magically produced a handful of the delicious smelling herb.

"Well...looks good, but I don't have any money."

"Oh, this one will be free. You can pay me for the next bag. Go on, you know you want it."

Snow was suspicious, but knew the cops wouldn't just give the weed away, so she figured she was fine. She took the bud and placed it in her bong while the queen stood at the door, watching her carefully. Snow lit the weed, took a deep hit, and fell to the ground lifeless.

Now laughing cruelly, the queen changed back into her wickedly beautiful self. But at that very moment the dwarves returned, having decided the welfare office could wait until after a few hits; they saw Snow lying still and lifeless, the poisoned bud by her side, and the queen standing menacingly over her.

"Bitch, what the fuck did you do?!" they said, weirdly speaking almost in perfect unison once again as they grabbed the queen and bound her with ropes and duct tape, tossing her in the basement for later.

The dwarves wept for Snow for a long time, lamenting the incredible piece of ass that had been so cruelly stolen from them. Then they laid her on a bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a crystal coffin. Each day they peered on her still beautiful face, jerked their thick cocks and came all over her glass coffin.

Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man admiring Snow White's lovely face through the glass -- or at least what he could make out through the cum stains on the glass. After listening to the story, the young man explained that because she had been attacked by evil magic she wasn't really dead but rather in stasis, and would come back fully reanimated with one simple kiss on the lips. He suggested he be the one to do so because he was -- surprise, surprise -- a prince.

When the dwarves heard this they leaped for joy. They also capped the prince's ass for encroaching on their turf and for having plans to take away their reanimated Snow, burying his body in the forest. The dwarves lifted off the crystal lid of her coffin and the first one to Snow kissed her gently on the lips. To everyone's astonishment, Snow White opened her eyes!

She very happily returned with the dwarves to their cottage, where she fucked all seven of them on a daily basis for hour after cum-soaked hour and then relaxed with some quality weed. Snow also had the delight of watching the dwarves torment, torture, and use the queen for whatever sexual perversion they couldn't satiate with Snow.

Sometimes she would even join in on the pain-making herself, asking the queen over and over again, "Who's the best fuck now, bitch? Who's the best fuck now?!"

From that day on, Snow White lived very, very happily with the dwarves!

Hansel and Gretel

Once upon a time a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the forest with his two twin children, Hansel and Gretel, who had been born twenty years earlier. His second wife -- who was actually quite kind and thoughtful -- felt it was time these adult children get off their lazy asses and get jobs. Their father was, after all, a woodcutter, a job that pretty much anyone smart enough to learn how to use an axe could do for themselves and preclude the need to hire someone. Therefore, there was rarely enough of anything to go around.

"There is not enough food in the house for us all," she would gently remind her beloved husband. "There are just too many mouths to feed, and God knows since everyone else has pretty much mastered the skill of swinging a sharp metal tool into a tree, there in no work for you anymore! We must get the kids to work."

Not only that, but the parents hadn't really had a moment alone for years because the family lived in what was basically a shack; as a result their sexual encounters were nothing but brief, hurried, awkward grunting sessions behind his prized woodpile behind the house.

Their father, who loved the children tremendously because they reminded him so much of his first wife, was very permissive and passive with Hansel and Gretel and had difficulty making them do anything they didn't want. Yet, as day after day went by and the children ate up what little food there was in the house -- and his plan to corner the woodcutting market by yelling "whizzbang!" rather than "timber" when felling a tree didn't seem to be increasing business any -- he even had to see there was no alternative.

"Take them miles from home," said the stepmother, "you know, to the Army recruiter's office. They'll get a good job, good pay, and they'll even get money for college."

Hansel had overheard his parents' conversation and talked about it later with Gretel. "Fucking-A sis, they're trying to make us work. I might break a sweat if I'm in the Army!"

"And I might break a nail!" said Gretel.

"Don't worry! If dad takes us to the recruiter's office we'll find the way home," he said.

Hansel slipped out of the house and filled his pockets with little white pebbles, then slipped back. At dawn, the children's father led Hansel and Gretel away into the forest, over the mountain range, down a long path, and dropped them off at the Army recruiter's office. But as soon as they had gone into the depths of the trees, Hansel dropped a little white pebble here and there on the mossy green ground.

Their father left after quick hugs and heart-felt congratulations, rushing to get back to his wife who was already waiting for him in their bed, getting herself prepared with some lube, a butt plug and a multi-speed bullet. The children listened patiently as the recruiter explained all the job opportunities they had to offer in the Army, then explained to him that the life of a soldier was way too hard work for them and split directly. The tiny white pebbles led the pair right to their front door.

But long before they arrived at home they heard the most terrible sounds coming from inside. At first they were very fearful, because they thought perhaps a bear had broken into their little cottage and was eating their parents alive or perhaps a marauding gang of bandits was ransacking the house and torturing their parents, so loud were the crashes and screams coming from their home.

The twins approached quietly, not wanting to startle whatever was inside killing their parents. They crept up to the window, then slowly peered over the edge to see what the matter was.

The issue, of course, was that their father and his wife had had scarcely a moment alone in years to fuck the way a man and woman were meant to fuck, and they were doing everything they could to make up for all that lost time. When they peered into their house, Hansel and Gretel were greeted with the image of their step mother on her knees on the bed, bent forward and holding onto the headboard for dear life, while their father fucked her from behind with all the force his woodcutting-conditioned body could muster. He slammed his cock into her with such a ferocity and speed that his ass looked like a piston as he pumped his wife, who was in turn shrieking at the top of her lungs in what must have been one hell of an orgasm. The headboard slammed into the wall with every powerful thrust, which accounted for the intense noise Hansel and Gretel heard.
"Whoa," Hansel said. "That's really fucking hot." As he watched his parents go at it his cock became instantly hard, which he couldn't help but take out and start stroking.

"I should be totally appalled but I'm not," Gretel said, massaging her steel-hard nipples through her thin blouse. "I can't take my eyes away." With her free hand Gretel now reached up inside her skirt and started to gently massage her engorged clit.

So the young couple knelt there peering into the house for quite a while, watching their father and step mother fuck like wild animals during the mating season. Their father would pump and fuck her with all his considerable might, shooting off a thick load of cum deep inside her as he would grunt and groan, their stepmother screaming happily all the while. They would then take a brief break and in no time their father's cock was hard again and they were at it once more like a pair of teenagers at summer camp! All the while Hansel and Gretel knelt there they were masturbating, turned on tremendously by the sight and sounds of hot, uninhibited sex all around them.

Finally unable to restrain themselves any more, Hansel took Gretel's hand and placed it on his cock, a gesture she didn't even try to stop. She happily grabbed hold of her brother's thick cock, stroking it lustily. He groaned loudly, but the sound was swallowed up by the on-going and continual fucking in the house.

Gretel stroked her brother's cock and massaged his heavy balls, something she had done many times before. Overcome by a wet cunt and seriously turned on feelings she grew impatient with stroking and was soon sucking Hansel's cock like it was a gigantic straw.

Rather than slowly or teasingly work his cock into her mouth, Gretel dove on Hansel's cock like a mad woman. She plunged it deeply into her throat, happily making herself gag on its impressive length, then sucking even as she pulled it out to lick the head a bit, then plunge it back down all the way into her throat. Hansel happily helped his sister in this work by grabbing her hair and thrusting his cock into her mouth as she sucked it in; he looked not unlike father at the very moment, who was doing a similar act to their stepmother.

As much as Hansel wanted to cum, he wanted to fuck his favorite spot on Gretel's body first, so he pulled his cock out of her sucking mouth and bent her over to expose her perfect round ass.

Grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them apart, Hansel gently licked and lubed up Gretel's ass, a game he always enjoyed doing and she always enjoyed having done. As he licked and flicked his tongue around her ass, Hansel would gently massage her clit and finger fuck her, intensifying the pleasure even more for his sister.

After Hansel had finger-fucked Gretel into a thunderous orgasm -- which also went unheard due to the marathon fuck fest going on just inside the house -- he squatted behind her and easily slipped his rock hard cock deep inside her ass.

As soon as Hansel had slid his cock all the way inside Gretel's ass he immediately became to fuck her ferociously, slamming into her with such force that his balls flew forward with every thrust and slapped Gretel on the pussy, something that always added to the delicious sensations caused by her brother's cock. The two remained locked in that primal embrace, she on all fours, he squatting and fucking from behind, until Hansel could stand no more and unleashed a gigantic stream of cum into her ass.

After the last little bit of cum oozed into Gretel's ass the pair collapsed on the ground, leaning on the wall and catching their breath. All the while their parents had continued to fuck wildly, the air thick with their heavy breathing, screaming, and cumming.

"You know, sis," Hansel said, "we can't stay here anymore. Look at them. I don't want to work anymore than you do, but they haven't been able to really fuck for years so look what our being here has done to them."

"I know, but what are we to do?" Gretel asked, lazily toying with her brother's limp but still thick and meaty cock.

"Let's go into the forest and see what we can find."

So the pair walked deeper and deeper into the dense forest until at long last they suddenly they came upon a strange cottage in the middle of a glade.

"What the fuck?!" Hansel exclaimed. "This is chocolate!" He broke a lump of the chocolate plaster from the wall and ate it.

"And this is icing!" exclaimed Gretel, putting another piece of wall in her mouth. They were just about to investigate the inside of the cottage when the biscuit door quietly swung open.

"Well, well!" said a wicked old witch, "Haven't you children a sweet tooth? You shall now have to pay for that with your lives!!"

Unluckily for Hansel and Gretel the sugar candy cottage belonged to an evil old hag of a witch who used it as a trap for catching unwary victims. Even more unluckily for the witch, the "children" in this case were two twenty-year-olds in the prime of their lives, who immediately overpowered the old lady and stuffed her in her own oven to slowly suffocate to death.

"Well, that was easy," said Hansel.

"Seriously," agreed his sister. "Why the fuck do fairy tale writers make everything so goddamn difficult?"

So having dispatched the witch with such ease, Hansel and Gretel opened up the cottage as a tourist attraction and made millions. They lived happily ever after in their candy cottage home/business and never really did have to work a day in their lives, while their father and stepmother also lived happily ever after, fucking like bunnies and living off the generous gifts of their entrepreneurial children.