Not-So Snow White and the Circle of Seven

Having escaped the brutish Woodsman and his over-eager phallus, Not-So Snow White happens upon the cottage of seven short but sexy coal miners in a key-workers’ house-share….

The sun was beginning to set. Not that Snow White would have known. The forest remained dark and gloomy even when the sun shone bright overhead, so thick was the canopy of tree branches that stretched out above. Indeed, it seemed to her that she had been stumbling in darkness ever since she had escaped from the clearing, and the raging Woodsman.

Upon first fleeing the scene, Snow White had sprinted and galloped like a frightened fawn, terrified that the Woodsman was following her. Though she had tried to listen for any tell-tale signs of him giving chase, the volume of her own ragged breathing and the panicked pounding of her blood in her ears made her deaf to everything outside her own head. It was not until she had been walking for what felt like hours that a sense of calm came over her. No, she was sure that the Woodsman was not on her heels. She had escaped his lecherous clutches. But now, with the darkness closing in around her and the nightingales’ song rising from the canopy, Snow White felt her skin pimpling with goosebumps and her eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

Snow White was so very tired, and she longed for the familiar comfort of her bed, with its fluffy pillows, thick mattress, and warm eiderdown with its delicate broderie anglaise edging. But she knew she could not risk returning home, lest the Woodsman be waiting near the castle ready to pounce on her and slit her throat. Moreover, Snow White harboured a sneaking suspicion that the Woodsman had not been acting alone; her cruel step-mother was, she was sure, behind the dark plot to terrorise and, ultimately, do away with her beautiful young step-daughter.

Snow White drew her pale arms around her body and shivered. Where could she go now? Where on earth would she find a safe and hospitable place in which to rest her weary body and troubled mind now that she was lost and seemingly doomed to wander all night in the forebidding darkness of the forest?

A sharp, high-pitched whistle rang out in the chilly night air, and Snow White jumped in alarm, her head swivelling about to try and locate the source of the sound. Was it the Woodsman? she wondered, her heart beginning to pound again. Had he found her after all?

Oh, he would be so livid with her for failing to satify his lustful desire to fuck her face hard and fast, forcing her to choke on his cock when all she had really wanted was a leisurely taste of his warm membrum virile and perhaps a couple of his chunky fingers fiddling inside her bloomers. The fact that she had reacted by biting his meaty manhood so hard that she left teethmarks, then stabbing him in the leg with his own hunting knife was unlikely to have won her any favours.

“Oi, you dopey fucker! Watch where you’re swinging that bleedin’ pick-axe, would ya?” shouted an unfamiliar voice from somewhere in the distance. “You nearly sliced me fuckin’ ear off, yer wanker.”

“Oh, leave off. It wasn’t anywhere near you. Why are you always so damn grumpy?” another voice replied.

“He needs to get laid,” laughed another, with a mocking tone. “Or ‘ave a decent w-w-w-atchoo….wank.”

Snow White heard the sound of several men groaning.

“Dude, seriously, I’m begging you. Take your antihistamine, for fuckssake,” drawled a fourth voice, punctuating his statement with a long, loud yawn.

“You know I can’t,” opined his friend. “It affects my brain and my reflexes. Makes me too drowsy.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m drowsy from you sneezing all night, every night. I swear, I’ve not had a decent kip in a fortnight and I’m fed up spending every fucking day of my life half-asleep ….”

“Actually,” began another voice, “drowsiness is a very common side-effect of most antihistamines. It’s due to the sedating effects of their active ingredient, diphenhydramine, which-”

“Nerd!” someone shouted.

“Oooh, ‘ere we go lads. The ‘doc’ has spoken” chuckled another, and laughter rang out amongst the men. Snow White then heard a shy, quiet voice mumbling something, and although she tried to make out what he was saying, he remained inaudible. However, she could guess the gist of his statement when a seventh voice responded, “He’s right, fellas. Let’s all play nice. It’s Friday night and we’ve got the whole weekend ahead of us. Happy times!”

With her heart hammering in her chest, Snow White hid behind the trunk of a huge oak tree and watched as the miners approached. To her surprise, all seven of the men were of very short stature; she estimated that not one of them stood much higher than her own waist. She remembered her governess telling her once that the owners of all the kingdom’s mines liked to hire very short men, as they could more easily traverse the tunnels and access the deepest seams of rich ore that lay buried beneath the earth. She had never seen one of these little men before, though, let alone seven of them all together, and as she watched them make their way through the forest, she was entranced.

A sudden clamorous noise in the branches above her head startled Snow White from her thoughts, and she shrieked in alarm, scurrying out from her hiding place, with her arms flailing above her head. Her torn bodice hung open to reveal the pale, fleshy mounds of her breasts. A loud hoot, followed by a flapping of wings in the tree canopy, gave an explanation for the frightening din, but it was too late.

A few yards away, seven pairs of eyes were fixed on her.

“Hi Ho!” spoke one of the men, as the rest stood, dumbfounded, avidly watching the pretty young woman who had suddenly emerged out of the night. “What ‘ave we ‘ere?”

“I….er.. uh….” stammered Snow White, nervously.

She was so thrown by the situtation in which she found herself that it took Snow White a few moments to register that she was practically naked from the waist up; indeed, it was not until she noticed that the eyes of the miner who had just addressed her were locked upon her chest. This realisation was quicky followed by the brush of a cold breeze against her nipples. She looked down and realised that her breasts were on show to these strange men. Hurriedly, she grabbed at the torn edges of her bodice and pulled it tight across her chest.

“You lost, gorgeous?” asked the ogling man, leering lasciviously at her.

“Oi, you dope! Put away yer hard on,” admonished one of the men under his breath, scowling angrily at his friend. “Don’t you recognise her face?”

With a wicked chuckle, the reply came: “It ain’t her face I’m looking at, mate.”

“Once again, Princess Snow White, apologies for our friend. He’s not all that bright, you see, and sometimes he doesn’t think before he speaks,” said the dark-haired man as he opened the door to the beautiful little cottage on the farthest edge of the forest and invited Snow White inside.

“I understand. Please, think no more on it,” replied Snow White. “I am just so grateful to you all for offering me a roof over my head and a warm place to sleep.”

The miner smiled broadly, a happy grin lighting up his eyes as he bowed gallantly.

“It is our pleasure, ma’am.”

Snow White looked down at her torn clothing.

“I don’t suppose you have any clothes I might borrow?” she asked, hopefully. As her eyes flitted from one small man to the next, the ludicrousness of her question dawned upon her. These men were all much smaller than she, and although their upper bodies were quite muscular and broad, she doubted that any shirt or t-shirt they might have would fit across her ample bosom.

The men all looked at each other sheepishly, before one replied, “I don’t think so, m’lady.”

“But I could…. I mean, I…am,” said the quietly spoken man, stammering nervously and blushing as he looked down at his feet, avoiding any eye contact.

“Yes?” Snow White returned, hopefully. “Don’t be bashful, sir. Speak up.”

“Well, miss, I..I do have a sewing kit…a-a-and I am c-c-c-confident with a needle and thread. I could try to repair your clothing for you. I-I-I m-mean, if you would like.”

“Oh, sir that would be a big help. I would be ever so grateful to you.”

“You would need to, erm, t-t-t-take off the garment, miss?”

Snow White scanned the faces of all seven men. Aside from the shy speaker, who kept his eyes firmly planted upon his own shoes, all watched her avidly, their eyes sparkling and their mouths slightly ajar.

Snow White felt a flutter low down in her belly at being watched so intently by these men, and although she knew that removing her bodice and baring her breasts would be dreadfully immodest, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that the idea thrilled her. Besides, as she saw it, she had two choices; face an hour or so of demurely holding her hands over her creamy dumplings while the shy young miner stitched her torn bodice back together, or continue to awkwardly (and often ineffectually) hold the material closed with her own two hands for the foreseeable future and beyond. And, at this moment in time, knowing that returning to the castle would be dangerous, Snow White really didn’t know what that future might entail.

“Yes, I suppose I would,” she agreed with a nervous smile. “Alright then.”

The seven men drooled expectantly as Snow White stood before them, poised to remove the torn garment. She looked pointedly at them, waiting for them to avert their gazes and spare her modesty. It took a few moments for the men to register, so enraptured were they by the prospect of seeing those beautiful, bouncy globes again. However, as awareness began to dawn, each nudged the other and gradually, begrudingly, they all tore their lustful eyes away.

Slowly, Snow White slipped her ragged chemise from her shoulders and brought her arms around her torso to cover her breasts. She passed the discarded clothing to the bashful young man, who scooped it into his arms, whispered, “Thank you, Miss", and hurried towards the staircase and up to his room to fetch his sewing kit.

Snow White glanced down at her half-clad body and noticed that her pale, perfect skin was marred by several smears of dirt and a few red marks from where she had been scratched by sharp branches and thorny brambles during her hurried escape from the Woodsman. She realised that she must look a mess, unbefitting for such a regal figure, and asked her new friends if she might use their facilities to bathe and clean herself up.

“Of course, Princess,” said one of the men, “it is important to wash those wounds. I have a medicated salve that will help to prevent infection. If you would follow me to the bathroom….”

“You’re such a crawler, Doc,” muttered another of the men under his breath, scowling grumpily. As his housemate led Snow White to the upstairs bathroom, the ill-tempered man added with a disgruntled hurrumph, “Her Majesty there better not use all the fucking hot water.”

While sitting and soaking in a hot bath, Snow White reflected on the events of the past day. Her encounter with the Woodsman, which she had envisaged as an opportunity for some sexy, flirtatious fun had taken a rapid U-turn into an aggressive assault when the brutish man had begun to fuck her face and make her choke on his manly implement. All Snow White had wanted was to feel a real-life prick between her lips, having fantasized so often about sex and yearning to explore all the hidden, salacious urges she felt on a daily basis. She sometimes wondered, in fact, if there were something wrong with her. She knew that many people considered lust in a young woman to be unbecoming and wicked, not least for an “innocent virgin” Princess like herself.

“Innocent virgin, ha!” Snow White scoffed silently to herself. “If they only knew.”

The ‘virgin’ part was true enough, but ‘innocent’? Hardly. Snow White was enflamed with a ravenous lust 24/7, and while she hadn’t yet given up her maidenhead, she had spent countless hours locked in her chamber, her mind awhirl with all manner of obsence and pornographic thoughts, with her fingers and various other instruments buried in the wet grotto between her legs.

Recalling those masturbations, Snow White allowed her knees to fall open and her hand to wander down her soft belly and into the nest of curls that framed her nether garden. With a sigh, she allowed a finger to flick up and down on that excitable little spot at the top of her sex; the spot that made her feel all warm and tickly, and gave so much pleasure whenever she would toy with it.

Snow White closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and began to rub ever-more insistently at that sweet, magical nub of flesh. Her nipples puckered and grew to hard pebbles, and a low thrum started to build in her lower belly and deep inside her womb. The gentle susurations of the water as her hand moved were soft and calming, and Snow White felt her body grow languid and relaxed, even as the pulsing inside her quim grew more urgent. She moaned softly and brought her other hand down between her legs, stroking the slit of her pussy up and down, a finger teasing in between the swollen lips. Her mouth opened into an “O” as she felt the tension in her sex building towards a crescendo.

The sudden sound of a sharp intake of breath, followed by a loud sneeze made Snow White’s eyes fly open in alarm. She then heard a gruff voice whisper, “Will you shut the fuck up?”

She quickly realised that she was being watched by at least two of the little men. And yet, she did not stop the motion of her hands and fingers between her legs. Indeed, she found the idea of being watched pleasuring herself incredibly arousing.

Surruptitously, she tried to glance towards the doorway without being spotted, but with her back facing the door, her attempt was thwarted. Her eyes alighted, however, on the small shaving mirror attached to the rim of the bathtub. If she tilted her head slightly, she was sure she would be able to spy on the peeping toms just outside the bathroom. And so, with an ever so subtle movement, Snow White let her head fall to the side. Sure enough, she immediately spotted several pairs of eyes peering at her naked form reclining in the tub. Judging from what she could make out in the reflection, they were arranged in a vertical stack, each one peering over the head of the next, all vying to catch a glimpse of the bathing beauty as she played with her pussy.

Smiling wryly, Snow White continued to stroke herself under the water, allowing her sensual movements to become more pronounced, exaggerated even, as she performed for her secret audience. She wasn’t sure if it was her rising state of arousal or some symptom of her own wicked and lascivious nature, but she found herself more turned on than ever as she thought about those lustful eyes watching her rub and finger herself. In fact, she wished she could display herself to them even more openly, and see for herself the desire on their faces.

A naughty thought suddenly entered her mind.

“No!” another part of her brain quickly responded. “You’re a Princess, for heaven’s sake. You mustn’t sully yourself like a common slut.”

Such was Snow White’s state of arousal, heightened further by the adrenaline rush of the day’s events and her own libidinous nature, that as soon as she registered the phrase “common slut” inside her brain, the thrill of the illicit overtook her. With her nipples tight and her quim aching, she stood up and stepped out of the tub, with nary a glance towards a towel or other means of covering her naked, sudsy body. Her head held high, shoulders straight and chest pushed out assertively, she turned to face the doorway and said, “Sirs, I fear you cannot get a good view from your current vantage point. Perhaps we can find a more optimal arrangement?”

There was a chorus of gasps from the other side of the door, and Snow White could hear all seven men clambering over each other in a futile attempt to scurry away from the bathroom. One of the men hollered, “Oi, watch me gonads, ya cunt!” and suddenly the door swung open as the whole pyramid of little men collapsed in a heap on the bathroom floor.

Snow White couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at the comical sight. From somewhere in the pile, she heard the grumpy one grumble, “Good one, you fuckwit!”

With a cunning smile, Snow White brought a hand up to her breasts and began to caress her nipples, kneading her fullsome paps and swaying her hips seductively. One by one the men rose to their feet, their eyes fixed on the hypnotic sensual scene before them. Snow White saw that each of them had the front of their breeches open and unlaced, their small yet turgid members jutting forth, all pointing in her direction.

The knowledge that these men had been watching her touch herself in the bathtub whilst themselves masturbating made her insides clench. A trickle of liquid arousal emerged from her quim to slide slowly down her inner thigh and, with her eyes half-closed, she brought a hand down to the warm spot between her legs and began to rub her soaked sex langorously.

No one spoke.

As they watched Snow White’s erotic display, open-mouthed and with their cocks red and twitching, the seven men reached for their members and began stroking themselves. Eager to get a closer look, Snow White lowered herself to the floor, sitting with her legs parted, her fingers sliding up and down the lips of her throbbing pussy. As she zeroed in on her sensitive clitoris, she watched her captivated audience move closer. Soon, they were so close that she could see beads of glistening fluid emerging from the tips of their erections.

These cocks were far smaller than the Woodsman’s had been. She doubted that any of these lusty protrusions could choke her like his had, no matter how hard they might be thrust into her mouth. She remembered how much she had enjoyed tasting the Woodsman on her tongue. Up until he had pinned her against that tree trunk and begun fucking her face, Snow White had found the experience of having a man’s prick in her mouth intensely arousing. Not only did the warm, slick skin feel good against her lips and the pulsing sensation on her tongue erotic, but having a man’s most treasured instrument in her mouth made her feel powerful. To make a man hard and dripping, to cause him to moan and pant and thrust, was a heady feeling indeed, and one that had made her own sex wet and hungry with lust. Now, surrounded by seven fun-sized phalli, all flushing and oozing for her, Snow White found herself longing to experience that sensation again.

Subconsciously, Snow White licked her lips, and scootched on her bottom towards the nearest phallus. Given the man’s short stature, she needed only to lean forward before the enflamed morsel was pressed against her rosy lips. With a glance upwards, she let her tongue emerge and carefully swiped at the slick liquid. She saw the eyes of the man widen, then roll back in his head, as around her the other men gasped and moaned in unison, their hands moving faster on their rigid poles. Bewitched by the sight of the beautiful Princess, nude on the floor of their bathroom and fellating their housemate, they formed a tight circle around the pair and watched avidly.

Snow White swirled her tongue around the head of the cock before her, savouring the warm, slightly salty fluid on her tastebuds. Then, with a quiet moan, she slid her mouth lower onto the jutting member, closing her lips and sucking it deeper into her oral cavity. The man before her let go his grip on his prick and brought his hands to gently caress her wet hair, twining it in his stubby fingers and looking down in awe as the Princess bobbed her head up and down.

With wet slurps, Snow White devoured the man’s dick. She found she could take him all the way into her mouth with ease, and was even able to occasionally swipe at his full balls with her slithering tongue. Eyes closed in ravenous rapture, she lapped, sucked and slid up and down his entire length, her fingers plunging and playing with her drooling cunt. Around her, the other men stood stroking themselves, each hoping for their own turn in that warm, moist mouth.

Their hopes soon came to be realised, as Snow White released the first man’s cock with an audible pop, then took the man to the right into her mouth to perform the same act upon his engorged member. The first man took his spit and drool-slicked rod into his fist again and jerked it vigorously, and watched as Snow White made her way in steady succession around the circle of masturbating miners.

By the time the final man’s prick had been lavished with her oral attentions, Snow White’s chin was covered in saliva, thick rivulets of it glinting against the skin of her breasts. She was desperate to climax now, and as she looked around the circle and saw each of the men furiously pumping their pricks, she lay back on the floor, opened her legs wide, bent her knees and raised her hips, and began thrusting her fingers in and out of her quim urgently.

Snow White was dimly aware of the wet sound of her digits as they pounded away at her pussy, and the moist and musky scent that wafted from between her legs, but she was so lost in her desperate arousal that the awareness was only fleeting. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, but she could hear and sense the circle of seven men closing tighter around her, could hear the slapping sounds of their fists against their pricks. She moaned and writhed, the raging fire in her loins aching to be quenched.

When the first jet of come splashed onto her naked body, Snow White opened her eyes. Above her, she saw seven cocks aimed at her squirming form, each one beginning to spit a viscous white liquid in her direction. Dazed by the power of her arousal, she brought her free hand up to her body to feel the fluids as they coated her skin, rubbing her fingers in their warmth. She then brought her thus-slicked fingers to frig briskly at her throbbing clitoris, her other hand plunging fast and deep inside her swollen slit.

As the seven men finished emptying themselves on Snow White’s bare skin, they all lowered themselves to the floor, kissing her flesh, lapping at her nipples, biting gently at her belly, her thighs, her calves.

The sensation of those mouths against her naked body, combined with the awareness of how filthy a vision they must have made there on the bathroom floor, sent Snow White hurtling towards orgasm. With a thunderous cry that seemed to come from the deepest pit of her soul, she climaxed. Her hips thrust upwards one final time before the muscles in her legs gave way, and her lower body collapsed in paroxysms on the ground. She pressed her thighs tightly together, her fingers inside her contracting cunt and her palm cupping her Mound of Venus as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced washed inside and all over her come-covered body.

Snow White lay there on the floor, panting, as seven wet mouths and seventy seeking fingers continued to pleasure her while she lay there splayed and stimulated. As she felt a mouth latch onto her dripping sex, lapping at the wet bounty between the drenched lips, she closed her eyes and sighed.

When she had awoken that very morning, she had been the Royal Princess Snow White, the fairest maiden in all the land, pure as the undriven snow. (Well, leaving aside her hidden lustful urges and penchant for masturbation, that is). She could never have imagined in her wildest dreams that by the end of the day she would find herself at the centre of a seething mass of sweat, semen and sex. She could not have predicted her transformation into a libidinous slut luxuriating in an orgiastic assemblage of depraved debauchery.

No, she was not the “good girl” everyone always believed her to be. She had finally been able to explore her fantasies and shake off the expectations of others, all those who thought that a young woman should always keep herself chaste and pure. And she was elated. She had never felt so free, so alive, and so in touch with her true self.

It turned out, she was not-so “Snow White” after all.

Jupiter Grant is a self-published author, blogger, narrator and audiobook producer.

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