Snow White and the Seven Schoolgirls, Part 3

by Pulsar

Hi all you naughty kiddies out there! It's me, Naughty Nancy! My big sis Creepy Carla caught me in her stuff, and gave me a sound whuppin'! But the joke's on her. I enjoyed every bit of it! So while I'm sitting on my sore bum, we might as well continue our twisted fairy tale. Snowy's had a good time so far, but don't forget her wicked step mom hates her and is trying to get rid of her this very minute. So here goes…

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But meanwhile, far and away in the castle of the wicked queen, Chef Eddie nervously prepared the next banquet. With tools in hand he chopped, mixed, and peeled, nervously hoping the meal would not fall short of the queen's expectations and arouse her wrath. And such wrath Eddie was quite familiar with, having been in her employment for quite some time. Yet he passed the time thinking of mighty Ursula the huntress, whose muscular body tasked him to no end. "She's a brick… (da-dum, da-dum) …HOUSE!" he sang under his breath as he prepared the food, when who should come into the kitchen but Ursula herself. -Gulp- "Ur… Ursula! Brave, strong Ursula, my beautiful, buxom Bavarian! " He dared to approach that buxom powerhouse with caution. "The way you saved Snow White, only such a noble and bold woman like yourself could do such a thing! But the queen knows and if she catches you here…"

"Stifle!" she roared.

"Oh, yes! And Oh…what… big muscles you have! Nice biceps… g… great thighs!" With that, he trembled in her awesome presence and nearly bowed as if she were the queen. "Oh, Ursula! So near, and so far away! If only you liked men, you'd be perfect!"

Ursula gave him a wicked smile. "Maybe I do like men!" she nearly roared, before reaching out. She seized him by the shirt and with one strong arm, lifted him from the floor! "I only like one type of man!" she said as she looked him in the eye. Poor Eddie whimpered in both fear and excitement. "I like those who behave, unt who can cook bratwurst!"

"B… b… bratwurst?" stammered Eddie.

"Ja! Just vat eine hungry huntress vants!"

"Uh… of course! Bratwurst coming right up! Anything for you, oh mighty Ursula!"

With that, she set him back down. "Silly little man!" she said with a grin. "I saw vat you did to the queen's brownies!" Eddie gulped. "Unt I like it!" she said with a slightly more approving smile. And soon Eddie finished her meal, he presented Ursula his skill at Teutonic cuisine! In spite of her build and rough demeanor, Ursula daintily sat down and crossed her muscular bare legs. Seizing upon a fork, she ever so properly took a bite. "Mmmm! MMM! Ja! Ja! Oh… dat's gooten! Almost as good as orgasm!"

Poor Eddie's eyes bulged as his knees grew weak. "You like!"

"Ja! I like! Unt shoon I may do some'tink you like!"

"Aaaah!" moaned the hapless Eddie as he nearly fainted.

"But first… ve schave Schnow Vhite!"

But far away in the woods, the girls had gathered around the breakfast table as Snowy served up scrambled eggs from the henhouse out in back as well as some sausage. The storm had long passed by morning, and as promised, the house still stood. The autumn sky glowed blue as the rising sun struggled to peak through the high boughs of the Primeval Forest.

And as they sat down to eat, Tomboy bolted up again, for she had to adjust the slingshot in her back pocket. "Why do you carry that?" asked Snowy.

"For defense!" assured Tomboy. "Never know what baddies you're gonna meet out in the forest! Besides, giants have a certain fear of Jewish boys with slingshots!"

Snowy chuckled. "Well, you're one Jewish 'boy' who won't be getting a circumcision!" Suddenly, everyone giggled… well, almost everyone.

"I don't get it!" protested Ditzy with a lisp. "What's a circus-sision?"

Tomboy sighed again. "It's where a bunch of clowns come to town and set up tents and entertain you!" she replied sarcastically.

"Oh goody!" beamed Ditzy. "I want to get a circumcision!"

One again, the girls broke out into giggles. However, the girls had to hurry through breakfast to get to school on time. Soon, Snowy was helping them with their backpacks and lunch pails. "Oh, I wish I could go to school with you," lamented Snowy. "I soooo wanna wear those darling little uniform skirts and show off my legs too! With tutors in the castle, I never got to mingle with kids my age!"

But Dot looked at her fearfully. "Oh, no! You must not leave this house! Please! The wicked queen would be after you if she knew you were alive! You must stay hidden!"

Snowy only sighed. "I know," she agreed. "But for how long?"

"Eventually, I'm sure we'll reach a viable solution," assured Nerdy as she patted her shoulder. "But until then, your seclusion is the only guarantee of your viability!"

"Yeah, and don't let anyone inside, neither!" added Tomboy.

"I just said that!" protested Nerdy.

"C'mon, let's go, dweeb!"

But Preppy just had to torment little Bratty about yesterday's punishment over gum-chewing. "Hey Bratty? Want some nice fresh juicy bubblegum?!"

"Oh! Well…" Suddenly Bratty lifted the back of her skirt and pulled her panties into her crack to inspect her bare bottom. "Is my bottom still red from the spanking, or am I good for another one now?"

"Well… no! It's a pale moon again, back to normal," assured Preppy.

"Well… okay!" agreed Bratty gleefully as she accepted the gum.

"Huh? I don't get it!" protested Ditzy once again.

"You're not supposed to!" snapped Tomboy. "Bratty is the one who's gonna 'get it!'"

And once again, the girls filed out the door, Snowy kissing each on of them on they way out. She stood at the open window and watched them march away into the woods single file, singing their old song until they vanished down the road into the dense forest. "Oh, t'is a beautify day," she sighed as she breathed in the fresh morning air. "Hello birds! Hello bees! Hello butterflies! Hello squirrels!" And so she picked up the broom to clean the house. "Ah, the world is beautiful after making such sweet love the night before! What royal treasures could take the place of those girls' sweet love!" And so she busied herself stripping the beds and bringing the sheets downstairs to wash them after being soaked by the juices from seven tiny cunnies… plus her own!

While in the thick of the forest, the girls continued their march to school along the trail singing their old song:

Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho! It's off to school we go! (In knee-socks, shirts, and mini-skirts) Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho…

But as they passed through the towering trees, they happened upon a small clearing, where sat a gingerbread house made of all sorts of candies and sweets. And it was for a good reason they had never noticed it before, for the wicked queen had just put it in place by way of a few handy spells. And thus disguised as a kindly old lady, she stood out in front of the doors as the girls drew near down the trail.

"Hmmm, fresh meat!" she said to herself as she looked each one over in their micro uniform skirts as they approached. "There be seven little cherries ripe for the picking! And they've been harboring Snow White too! Well, not for long!" And as the seven school girls passed by, they came to a halt.

"Wow! Look at that!" cried Preppy.

"Yes!" noted Dot. "Enough sugar to make us look like seven hippos!"

"Well… hello, children!" called out the queen in a kindly old-lady voice. "My, my, don't we look pretty! Come, come, girls! You want some candy?"

"Mmmm, candy!" shrieked Ditzy with delight. "I love candy!"

"Uh… not so fast, dear," said Dot quietly.

"Oh, it's just a kindly old lady," she protested. "C'mon, girls! Let's go get some candy!"

But Tomboy seized her by the ear. "Uh… let's NOT and say we did!" she said sternly. "I'll handle this one." With that, Tomboy boldly stepped forward, her hand resting on the slingshot in her back pocket. "Uh, hello, madam! And what a kind offer! We'll be delighted to accept your invitation. I think I'll take that big lollipop, there! The one behind you… down low!"

"Oh… well… of course, deary!" With that, she turned around and reached down to the lollipop whose stick was in the ground as if it were a large flower. But when she bent way over, Tomboy drew her slingshot. With lighting speed, she loaded a stone and, 'ker-POP!' The stone struck the 'old woman' right on the posterior!

"Aaaarggh!" screamed the queen in disguise upon the rather painful impact. "Why you…" she roared out as she stood back up, her silver-hair wig falling off.

But Tomboy quickly loaded another rock. "Kind old lady, huh! That'll teach you to lure helpless innocent girls into a death trap!" cried Tomboy. "Now pack up your 'sugar shack' and get outta here!"

And so the queen boiled in rage, her plot having been foiled by a simple forest urchin. "You'll pay dearly for this, you… you… boy-girl!" she roared in a most terrifying voice!

But Tomboy only fired another rock, striking her on the forehead, nearly knocking her unconscious. "And I just got you!" retorted Tomboy. "Now go away and leave us alone!" she cried as she prepared her sling for another shot.

And thus exercising the greater part of valor, the queen began to flee. "You haven't seen the last of me, you… you pint-sized dyke! I'll have the last laugh! Soon, all seven of those tight little cunts betwixt your legs will be my property! When you least expect it… expect it!" And thus she vanished among the undergrowth in the woods and soon the 'candy condo' began to vanish, the spell being broken.

And so, the girls breathed a sigh of relief. "So… Ditzy. I hope you learned your lesson about candy from strangers!"

"Uh, what candy?" lisped Ditzy.

"Uh… why don't we just hurry on to school, before we're late!" replied Dot.

"That would be the most advantageous option at this juncture," agreed Nerdy. And so once again, they continued their trek, unmolested for the rest of the way to school.

But elsewhere in the woods, the wicked queen stood in a small clearing, fixing her disguise once again. "Well, if those schoolgirls won't deliver me to Snow White, then I'll follow the footprints of those seven 'Mary-Jane' shoes, which will lead me to her. And once I've disposed of her as well as those seven tight little cunts… I will once again be tightest in the land, and will one day rule the world!" And thus she secured her wig and made way down the trail, following the footprints.

Meanwhile, in the humble cottage, Snowy sat scrubbing the sheets against the washboard, wondering if she had rid them of all the love stains from their rather orgasmic night. In spite of her sore hands, she had worked rather diligently. Yet finally, she just threw them down. "Aaaaw, f-k it all! We're only gonna mess them up again soon… tonight I hope!" And so, she carried them outside and hung them up to dry. Yet remembering Dot's warning, she raced back inside and barred the door once all the sheet sat billowing in the mid-morning breeze. And thus she put another old record on the old Vic and began to dance around as she cleaned in time to the Dragonflies:

"I wish to holdeth thy haa-aa-aand! I wish to holdeth thy hand!"

She swept and dusted about as the records played. But soon, there came a knock on the door just barely audible over the music. She quickly turned off the Vic and cautiously approached the window near the door. "Hello? Who is it?"

"Well hello there, you hip chic!" replied a rather stylish, if not slightly punkish looking woman at the door. "You see, I er… got separated from the rest of the 'roadies!'"

"Roadies?" queried Snowy.

"Oh yes! They call me… 'Bambi!' I'm a troupe stylist for the 'Sikaydas,' and got lost! On a tour, y'know!"

Snowy's mouth fell agape… completely unaware that this hip 'roadie' was the Wicked Queen in disguise! "You… you're the… for… the Sikaydas?" she said with sparkles in their eyes. "Oh-mah-gawd! They're the hippest minstrels around! I've always wanted to see them in concert!"

"Well, look honey! If you can spare a poor roadie a bite to eat, not only can I give you a make over, but… dare I say, a backstage pass!"

"A… a… b… back… back…"

"You said it, sister!"

"But oh dear, I… er… I promised the… I promised I wouldn't let anyone in!"

"Oh I know dear," replied the queen in her ultra-modern slang, at least as the time period was concerned. "You should see all the nasties we deal with on the front row!"

Yet poor innoscent Snowy simply could not conceive that this harmless traveling stylist would be of any danger. And so, she removed the bar from the door and allowed her in. "Gee, nice place you have, honey!"

"Gee, thanks. But it's not like those fancy flats in Camelot!"

"Oh, I think it's soooo hip and retro!" replied 'Bambi.'

And so Snowy fixed her a bowl of porage and white pudding, which the queen in disguise found quite pleasing. Upon finishing her bowl, she wiped her mouth daintily. "Oh honey, that was delish! Just like Eddie makes!"

"Oh? I once knew a chef Eddie!"

"Oh… well… Eddie's the cook at some fancy bistro in… Hamlen!"

"Oh, I see," replied Snowy.

"So dear, let's get on with your make-over. We'll change you from rustic redneck to a hip urban chic!"

"Oh, well… maybe the girls will like it!"

"Oh, sure they will!" assured 'Bambi.'

Moments later, Snowy found herself lying face down on a portable massage table set up by the wicked queen with mud on her face which the queen swore was some secret beauty clay. "While the mud pack is setting in, well do a massage."

"Ooooh! Ooooh!" moaned Snowy unawares as the queen worked her over with her wicked hands. "Oooh, that's sooo nice and relaxing!"

"It's called a 'deep tissue' relaxation massage, honey! And it gets deeper!" said the queen. 'Very DEEP as a matter of fact!' mumbled the queen under her breath with a wicked grin unseen by Snow White. "Now just relax and forget all your troubles!"

"Oh… oh yes! Thank you, Bambi! You're soooo good at this! Those Sikaydas are sure lucky to have you!"

But as the queen worked her over with her well-trained groping hands, she noticed that she was once again growing quite wet and tingly down below. For the cool morning air against her naked body was quite stimulating! And the queen would have had to be blind not to notice… and she wasn't! Even a hint of that feminine scent began to reach her nostrils. She took one peek down between her partially spread bare legs to see those nether lips turning pink and puffy! 'Well, well, well!' thought the queen. 'This is going better than expected.' And so she started to massage those beautiful bare legs of hers, until she was ever so gently caressing the soft inner thighs! "Well, I had a salon wax in mind for you, honey, but… it would seem your glass-smoothe skin doesn't need it!" she said. 'Damn it!' she thought to herself. 'Such perfectly smooth skin! I hate this little bitch!' "So how do you feel now, dear?"

"Oh, I feel wonderful, I feel so… so…"

"Horny?"

"Oh my! Well, I wasn't gonna say that but…"

"Oh forget it honey! It happens all the time! It's only natural! And do you know that most modern day shamen claim that three orgasms a day is healty?"

"Oh really?" replied Snow White, hopelessly resisting the urge to hump against the table to calm her throbbing clit!

"Sure! And there are the latest methods of thrilling orgasms that will blow you into next week, honey! And you don't even need a guy!"

"Oh, well actually, I don't have a man but… well…" Somehow, she decided she should keep her nights with the girls a secret for now. "Well… I have them without a guy!"

The queen laughed, almost wickedly enough to give herself away. "Well, that's the idea honey. Now just relax and breath deep and let me take care of you!" And with that, she reached out and finally for the first time, touched a finger to Snowy's delicate moist cunny lip. Instantly, she lubed up her panties, just at the very sensation of that young virgin teen cunt on her fingertip. Her head spun in amazement. For years she longed to violate her step-daughter, and now the time had come! And so she let her finger slide between those swollen pink lips and glide up the moist valley, all the way to her puckered little rectum.

Naturally, the sensation sent chills up Snowy's spine and tingling all over her body. "Oooooh! Aaaah!" she cried out as she arched her back on the table. "Oooh-gaawwd!"

"Nice, isn't it dear!" replied the Wicked Queen.

"Oh yes!" cried Snowy. "Oh, I'm so… so…"

"I can see that, honey!" said the queen with a wicked hungry grin as once again, she let her finger run up and down that most intimate place, every so gently caressing her and stimulating every nerve in the body. "Just let yourself go, dear!" And as such, those puffy pink lips swelled so much that the inner labia began to hang out, opening her up wide and wet!

"Ooooh! Ooooh!" moaned Snowy as she writhed her naked body on the table. "I think… I think I need to cum really bad!"

"Of course you do, dear! Every woman has her needs!" replied the queen as she caressed that crack once again, from clit to rectum! Her skilled hand went back and forth, each time probing deeper around the opening of her love canal! She could feel those cunny muscles pulsating on her finger as if being kissed by her step-daughter's crotch! And so she continued to caress and tease that throbbing virgin flower until Snowy was nearly screaming as she humped against her own step-mother's hand unbeknownst.

"Oooh (-gasp-)! Oooh! (-gasp-)!" she cried. "I'm-gonna-cum! I'm-gonna-cum! I'M GONNA CUM!!!" she wailed out loud as she kept squirming her pelvis about.

"Oh yes! Go for it!" cried the queen in all her furry, after longing to see just what she would look like during orgasm. And so she rubbed that teen slit with all her might as Snowy cried out in a shrill moan.

Soon, that naked body jolted like lightening! Her legs kicked out and her back arched. Her head flew back with mouth wide open as she cried out in ecstasy as her body pulsated into a monstrous orgasm! "I'm cummiiiiing!" cried Snowy as she throbbed out of control. The queen held her fingers at the tiny opening to feel it pulsate and suckle with each contraction. "Aaargh, (-gasp-)! Aaargh, (-gasp-)!" she grunted with each squirt of juice from her throbbing flower as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She was practically crying, yet she knew not why. But by the time she had settled back down again, she had left her step-mom's fingers covered with her juice.

"My, that was a huge one!" noted the queen. Yet Snowy was too spent to reply. She just laid there limp, gasping for air as if having an asthma attack. And so she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, savoring every drop of the teen's juice. But seeing how vulnerable and defenseless her nemesis had become in her recovery from orgasm, she reached into her basket and seized upon the banana she had laced with poison.

And with one powerful shove, she quickly forced into that innocent, yet well-lubed teen-aged twat! In that instant, it stretched that cunny in depth and width, even forcing the cervix open! And at that very point, Snowy was no longer tighter than the queen and thus fell under her spells. "Sleep for eternity, you little bitch!" roared the queen. "No longer will you upstage me! And once I've disposed of your seven little muff-munching friends, I will once again be the tightest in the land!" And thus she was so elated over her success, that her own cunny throbbed and tingled beneath her thong panty. And thus she hiked her own skirt and kicked of her thong. She rubbed her self vigorously while beholding that naked body before her, until she felt a most powerful jolt in her body. "Ooooh-Oden!" she cried out as she came all over her naked step-daughter, squirting her juice on those luscious inner thighs and pink slit. She struggled to keep her feet as she came and came. But finally, she pulled her thong back on.

And thus she let out an evil cackle! And to hide the evidence of her deed, she dressed her lifeless stepdaughter back in her clothes. She placed the body on the floor and packed up her table. "Goodbye forever, you little brat! I did in your old man and now you! The kingdom is mine!" And thus she raced out the door, across the yard, and into the woods, leaving Snow White for dead.

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Well, kiddies, looks like things have turned for the worse for poor little naked Snow White! I know, you ain't skeerd because you know now it ends! Well, you THINK you know how it ends, but remember, this is a 'twisted' fairy tale! So there! (sticks out tongue) So be sure to catch the next part when we finish our story! Until then all you naughty kiddie's out there, sweet dreams!