SNOW WHITE
PART 1
Once upon a time in a far far away land, there lived a girl with her father. Her mother died after she was born and her father became lonely since then. He longed to be in the arms of a woman and thus he went to find someone he could marry.
Every night, the girl could hear her step mother moan and pant in pleasure. She could hear her shout obscenities. One night, she took her father's Master's key. The moment the clock striked nine, she could hear his father.
"Oohh- mmm- nnnggg! I'm c*mming."
"Faster, darling. Faster! Ughh- ohh-aah."
She unlocked the door and opened it a little just to see a little of the banging. Her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when she saw her father's lenth going in and out of her stepmother's sexual crevice. The faster her father plunged his hips between his woman's legs, the louder the woman's shouts are.
The girl couldn't take to look at the sight. It gives her another new feelings she have never felt before. There's tingling between her legs and she knew that time, she needed to go to somewhere else.
She looked at her face in the mirror, thinking about the scandalous scene she just saw. She read it in her books, she heard people talk about it and the more she thinks about it the more curious she gets.
The next day, while his father is checking on her to see if he needs to buy new things for her, she gently held her father's hand and led him inside her room.
"Can I ask something, father?"
"You are already asking, sweetie." He jests while he playfully pinched her daughter's chin. She smiled.
"Will you show me what love making looks like?"
Her father looked so stunned and almost forgot yow to breath. Hearing those words from a fifteen year old daughter is somehow horrendous but it his daughter deserves the education she needs.
(P.S.) During those time, 14 is the age a girl should be married. The age of consent is 13.
"Darling, I'm afraid we need someone other than me to teach you about that. It feels so wrong and so horribly sinful.
"Then who? I don't want someone else. I've seen that thing under your pants and the thing under that wench's skirt too-"
" You saw what?"
The girl forgot to keep her own secret and now her father onew she was peeping at them.
"When?"
"Last night."
"Oh, Stella. I've been trying to protect you ever since you've come of age. You just made me feel like a failure as a father."
"Just because I asked about it, father?"
" What will society think? What will everyone including your mother-"
" -stepmother."
" What will your stepmother think?"
" Why father? Are you going to tell the tale? No. As long as no one else knows, I'm a perfect good girl while you can be the perfect father everyone will know."
The girl inches closer to her father. She can feel the butterflies in her belly and her heart started to get excited. She cupped a feel of the promise she wants to have.
"You can have someone to teach me, father. I won't argue. I can only ask you if you're fine with it if I will "learn" it from someone?"
The girl aggressively tighten her clasp on the rod under the cotton fabric. She can feel it growning in her hands.
"Behave yourself, Stella."
"Your words are Noble but your body don't lie."
" Stella! I'm warning you!"
Stella let go of her father's torture. She took her leave but passed through the door.
"Father, I'd like an apple."
She disappeared in the corridors and he's father still stood there. Transfixed and still confused. He needs to marry her off as soon as possible. Or else-
He shook his head and went off for his journey.
Two days passed and her father didn't come back yet. She is climbing on a library chair to reach the book she want to read. She didn't see her stepmother walking near her.
"Child, you should always be aware of who's waiting under your skirt."
"Dear old stepmother, I don't mind at all. Since I can't get my father teach me about what you were doing every night."
" Lady, such vulgar words! Not fit for a child of a noble."
" Say, how does it feel to have your womanhood rammed furiously while your breasts sucked and nibbled at the same time? I can see you blushing. And how long does it take for father to reach his peak of ecstasy?"
The stepmother took a step backward, feeling humiliated by such unfiltered manners of a step daughter. Her foot tripped on a book and she fell on her back.
"Oh, don't be a prude. I know how you act when you're in bed, showered by my father's sweat and licked every inch of your skin. Come on, stepmother. Don't be shy."
With shame and pride stripped awa from her at that moment, the stepmother went to a henchman. Enraged and vengeful.
"I want you to bring her to me. Break her hymen and give me her bloodstained undergarments as proof of her defloration. I want you to break her mind and make her long for it more and more."
With question, the henchman went to search for the girl. Driven with both lust and loyalty. He has been watching her for a long time. Up in a tree while she changes her gown, it when she swims in a lake nearby. He saw her every nook and cranny. He saw her naked in the lake, basked in the orange light in the dusk. The orange glow shines through her skin like glass.
Stella wandered in the woods, the leaves have fallen and the air is getting colder. She saw someone coming at her direction and without hesitation, she greeted the man. Eyeing him from head to toe.
The man grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her to a tree.
"Do you want to tie me up?"
The man did so too. He made her crouch on the ground before he tied his feet and her raised hands to the tree.
" I know you. I saw you watching me while I was changing my gown. So, you finally found your balls huh?"
He cut her clothes from the neckline down to the hem. He spread her knees apart, exposing her breasts and the mound of prepubescent hair vulnerable to any attack.
He ran his fingers fr her legs up to her neck and down again in between the two twin peaks. He grabbed both with his rough and calloused hands.
"Aaahh-" she moaned without a single sign of repulsion.
He kissed her soft neck while squeezing and pulling on her nipples. She felt it again. The tingle between her legs and the dampness she's so familiar with.
He stripped from his clothes like a child unwrapping his birthday gift. She looked at the where she's supposed to look and saw the might she expected to see. It pointed up, showing the lengthy glory it is capable of.
He held on to it, tracing her quivering folds with it's tip. Both slippery from the heat. The man is no novice, he know how to heat the iron and strike when it's hot. He poked it inside, feeling the timing and what spot to hit, he plunged it deep. She screamed. She never knew it will sting so much. He felt something broke and knew his successful entry is rewarded.
"Lady, would you mind me being rough? Like a lion ravaging the flesh of it's prey? Like a cheetah speeding for it's race?"
"oh, sir. Not at all." She replied between her breath.
He summoned all his strength and rammed at her wounded part with the speed he promised. Every thrusts he did as he promised. In and out, in and out. Their body making slapping sounds and her head spinning. She finds it hard to stay open. She brought her knees together pressing him against her body even more.
She can feel the intensity building up and she involuntarily clenched and squeezed his hard poker inside her. He too felt the same and redoubled his efforts.
He went in faster and deeper. He can feel the nectar flow out of her, he knew she already came first and didn't stop the come. The wetness and the tightness made him even more crazier and he pushed his throbbing wand inside her once more and he showered her with her first.
He sat down on the pile of clothes he discarded before his private party. The lady in front of him is currently coming down from her high. He looked down and happy to see himself still alive and kicking. He untied her and pinned her on the ground in all fours.
He positioned himself behind her. She voluntarily spread her legs wider for better access and for better support.
He poked her right away. Her wetness made it easier to get inside and her position is perfect. He held on to her hips to keep her steady. He rammed it hard again. This time, she reached between her legs and search for the nub she wants to rub. Her shouts became louder and she bumps her hips against his thrust to smeet his efforts.
He slapped her round cheeks and the spot turned red. The naughty pain sent only ticklish sensation in her womb. Soon, she begged to be slapped again. Even asked if he could destroy her ass.
"I'd better destroy everything. From, here" the man said cupping her butt cheeks,
"-to here". Her said cupping her used mound.
He picked up his pace and pushed and pulled harcera and deeper until he can hear his sac slapping against her open tight. As he neared his climax, he flipped her over on her side. He raised on leg up and rammed harder. His hardness rubbed the side of her uterus and is hitting the spot. He pulled slow and ram it inside with all his might. She slowly list her mind and gave in. Her mouth watered as she feel the robust thrust and the animalistic roughness of this stranger. He came and he came hard.
She fell unconscious. The henchman smiled, patting his self on his tired poker. He picked her undergarment and wiped her virgin blood and her nectar on to it to serve as proof and trophy of his successful invasion. He just raised his flag pole inside this lady's body. The pile is sticking straight and strong.
