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Subject: {ASSM} Shar White and the 7 dwarves  Part 1 (M+f, cons, magic)
Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2001 11:10:02 -0500
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It didn't happen, and if you need to be told that, go away, you're too
young/stupid to be reading about sex.

Shar White and the seven dwarves, part 1 of 2. (M+f)

It shouldn't be like this, thought the princess. Shar White had never imagined
that a fairy tale Princess's life could be anything less than perfect. She knew
precisely when things had changed, and how, but there seemed to be nothing to
do about it.
	Sitting in her tower, she thought of the events leading to her current
melancholy. It had all begun the day she'd discovered her step-mother's dildo
collection. A bit scared by the choices, the inexperienced princess chose the
smallest specimen and snuck it back to her room. After a few fumbled tries,
almost believing that even the smallest one must be a novelty, she managed to
"make it work" and in short order she found it could "make her work."
	Over the next few weeks, she experimented and used the device more often until
it almost seemed to be focus of her existence. Finally, she got to the point
where she was using it until her hands and arms were cramping, and her nether
regions were sore. It was then that she resolved to transfer her lustful
desires to a real man.
	Ruefully, she thought back on her naivety. With an almost unending stream of
charming prince's coming to court her since her eighteenth birthday, she hadn't
thought of getting a man as a potential problem. But from her first efforts, it
had been one frustration and disappointment after another.
	The first Prince Charming to arrive after Shar's decision was, as were all the
suitors, extremely handsome, attentive, and meticulously polite. Wearing a
dress that she'd strategically altered herself, the young princess had bared
most of her ample bosum, prompting her to worry that perhaps she'd overdone it,
and fearing that a full breath just might expose them fully.
	The plan seemed to begin well, with the Prince gasping and staring in surprise
at her chest before coloring deeply and looking away. Unfortunately, although
sitting side by side on the drawing room couch, the Prince refained from
looking her way again. Instead, he insisted on making lame comments about the
weather as he looked everywhere but at her.
	Resolved to make him be aware of her, Shar had resorted to that Princessly
stand-by, dropping the fluttering hankerchief. As they both bent forward to
retrieve the fallen lace cloth, Shar tugged slightly at her bodice, causing her
breasts to pop out. The Prince, bent over, missed the initial show, but upon
grabbing the hanky, lifted his head right into one of the still bobbing boobs.
With little more than a twinge and a sharp intake of breath, the Prince almost
threw the hanky in Shar's direction as he quickly turned to resume his studies
of the room and running weather commentary.
	Dismayed, and becoming a bit angry at both him and herself, Shar was only
slightly mollified that the Prince's voice was quavering and his syntax had
become quite tortured. Knowing he wouldn't catch her staring, so careful was he
to keep his gaze averted, Shar examined him carefully. He had a large bulge in
the Princely pants! Impulsively, she reached out and grasped it. 
	Almost immediately, the Prince jerked, seemingly in unison with his member.
Shar felt a wet moistness, then the Prince was gone, with his royal hat held
strategically in front of him as he literally ran from the palace. Strange,
thought Shar, she had glimpsed a wet spot, perhaps his odd behaviour had been
due to a need to use the chamber pot?
	The next few callers behaved in much the same way, even though the Princess
had tried differing strategies and levels of forwardness with each. However, on
the fourth try, she found a bit more success. It had cleared up some
misunderstandings, but raised almost as many questions and did nothing to solve
her overall problem. Maintaining an artificially clinical demeanor, she had
insisted with this Prince that it was a royal custom in this kingdom for each
and every suitor to display his manhood for examination prior to courtship.
 	The young man had hemmed and hawed, but as all Prince's are trained for the
sole purpose of courting princesses, he finally gave in. With initial
disappointment, Shar noted that the example of manhood didn't truly resemble
her stolen toy much at all. It seemed roughly the same size, but hung limp and
seemed much softer. Still, she was curious and reached to touch it.
	As if alive in its own right, it twitched as her fingers touched it and began
to swell. In a few seconds, it was very much like her toy, only warm,
throbbing, and much, much larger. Grasping it, she squeezed and as if on que,
the Prince's knees buckled and a thick white substance shot from the tip of his
member. Surprised, Shar drew her hand away in shock, but watched mesmerized as
another blast of the stuff shot forth to land on the carpet in front of them.
There may have been more, but Shar couldn't tell, as the Prince was furiously
scrambling to bring his pants up and mumbling in broken sentences about how he
needed to go.
	Although it hadn't gone as she'd expected, the experience had been both
educational and exhilarating for the Princess. Back in her chambers, however,
the once satisfying dong now seemed a pitifully small forgery. Despite this,
she managed to put it to its intended use, three, four, or maybe five times
before drifting off to sleep for the night.
	In the morning, she recalled little of her fevered dreams, but did remember
that in one she'd gone back to her step-mother's hidden cache and had retrieved
a larger plaything. Resolved to make at least this dream come true, the
Princess waited until her step-mother had gone riding, then stole into her room
and went straight to the drawer where she'd originally found the treasures.
	They were there, more than a dozen dongs of various sizes and shapes, some
with clockwork windup keys that Shar wondered about, but was too afraid to try.
Looking over the selection, she finally chose one about the same size as the
Prince from the day before. As she grasped it, a strange tingle spread through
her body and the mirror above the drawers suddenly lit up and began talking.
	"Shit, a magic mirror," thought Shar. Feverently hoping it was one of the
inferior stupid mirrors, Shar almost didn't understand what it was saying in
its monotone delivery.
	"I was prepared to accept the loss of my little jewel, even though I knew it
was you who'd taken it. The magic of the mini-prong of nymphomania wasn't one I
particularly needed. However, I will not, and can not tolerate a second theft
of my precious toys."
	With a sinking feeling, Princess Shar knew that her Step-mother had set a trap
with the magic mirror. It hadn't closed yet, and it hadn't disclosed its
nature, but she was sure that it would be wicked and unavoidable. 
	Continuing, the mirror briefly gained a shadowy face, seemed to pause, then
went on. "We see that you have chosen to steal the rod of felaccio. That cannot
be permitted." With that, the bolt on the door clanged shut. The tingling Shar
had barely noticed before became more pronounced-she now recognized it as the
feeling she got whenever the castle Doctor subjected her to a magic healing or
vaccine spell.
	"You will desire what the dongs can give, night and day
	while you are busy, idle, sleeping, and at play
	This my thieving step-daughter is your fate
	To forever want, need, and seek to find your sate."

	Idly, Shar thought that the poetry wasn't that good, but the spell seemed very
specific and not obviously flawed. She wasn't alarmed about the door, she'd
grown up in the castle and knew of secret passages that her step-mother never
even suspected. She would escape, but it was obvious that she was busted
anyway. Grabbing as many of the dildos as she could, she hurried back to her
room through the secret passages.
	Quickly filling a suitcase with the dongs and some clothes, Shar White was
determined to far away from the castle before her step-mother's return. Despite
the urgency, Shar made a concession to efficiency, packing with only one hand,
as the other vigorously moved her little friend in and out of her surprisingly
needful orifice. Forcing herself not to stop and try the one that had drawn her
into this mess, she shut the case and hurried to the stables.
	Mounting the first horse she came to, the Princess fled in the opposite
direction from her step-mother's daily riding area. She had no destination, no
food, no idea what the world was really like outside the fairyland castle, but
it didn't bother her at all. She'd discovered that at a gallop, the horse's
movements and the device that the mirror had called the mini-prong of
nymphomania were quite complimentary of each other.
	The day was long gone and the countryside quite changed when next Shar White
took notice. The horse was breathing raggedly and heavily lathered, it had been
his near stumbling that had brought her back to her senses. Suddenly aware of
the chill, not to mention the deep darkness of the woods she found herself in,
the princess reluctantly put the mini-prong away and resolved to think about
her problems.
	"I wonder what nymphomania means," she thought, hoping it held a clue on how
to break the spell. "For that matter, what is fellaccio?" But she had to drop
that subject when she found her hands wandering to the clasp of the suitcase,
intending no doubt to retrieve one, the other, or both of the named devices.
"Think Shar White! Think!" she told herself. But all she could do was think
about how nice it would be to snuggle in her bed with her toys and spend the
rest of the night playing with them.
	She must have dozed off, for when she awoke, the slowly plodding horse had
stopped. Just a short way ahead, she could see a cottage, its windows bright
with lantern light and a thick plume of smoke rising from the chimney. But
before she could prod the horse to approach the house, the door opened.
Spooked, the horse wheeled around and before Shar White could get him under
control again, the door was closed and the lights inside had either been doused
or had left in the company of the occupants. She could swear she heard
whistling, but it was hard to tell among the other forest sounds.
	Cold, hungry, and without the wariness of those raised outside castle walls,
Shar White bravely led the horse to the house. A knock brought no answer, so
she tried the door and found it unlocked.
	The inside was much as she had expected, except for the long table and the
seven neatly made beds along the wall. A large pot of porridge, mostly gone,
sat on the table. Not bothering to clean one of the seven bowls in the sink,
Shar White feasted on the porridge directly from the pot. Filled, and
comfortable in the warm cabin, Shar felt the desire to open the suitcase come
upon her, stronger than ever. Resolving to resist as long as possible, she
busied herself with first cleaning the dishes, then sweeping the floor and
washing the windows. Finally, magic lust and exhaustion won out and she laid
out her bedroll in the corner, intending to fall right to sleep.
	Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her little friend found its way into
her lower parts quite quickly. Examining the rod of fellaccio, whilst furiously
manipulating herself, Shar White felt overcome with a desire to taste new
newest friend. Within minutes, she was sliding the newcomer down her throat
with nearly the same passion and intensity that she was shagging herself down
below.
	The sound of whistling awoke her, but not nearly in time. A bit dazed, she
only noticed that she was laying quite nude on top of her bedroll, surrounded
by dildos, in a strangers hut as the door opened.
	Seven short, squat, comically dressed dwarves marched into the hut, each
whistling until he spied the intruder on display in the corner. In addition to
their startled expressions, Shar would have laughed at the way the whistling
ended in seven stages, had she not been so mortified. Worse, she discovered
that unconsciously, seeking comfort, she'd slid a large dildo into herself.
	"Hmm, the house looks nice," said one, seeming somehow grumpy that it wasn't
ransacked.
	Another giggled, "Yup, especially that corner! It never looked nicer."
	Despite her embarrassment, Shar White couldn't help but return the imps big
grin and blush a bit at the compliment. Her blush grew deeper as she noticed
that each of the dirty dwarves was busy undressing. One, with a long grey
beard, was undressing with one hand whilst pumping water into a huge kettle.
For a brief second she imagined that he intended to make princess soup, but
instead lifted the heavy pot with one, extremely well-muscled arm onto a hook
over the fire.
	In short order, the other dwarves had broken out washrags, soap, brushes, and
were laying out clean clothes in neat piles on the table. Nonplussed by the
absurd situation, Shar White gawked as the dwarves began to dip into the heated
water and proceeded to lather themselves up, amid a great deal of chatting and
laughter. They weren't ignoring her, most of them, except for one who seemed
very shy, would smile at her whenever she caught their eye, yet they were
acting as if finding a naked, horny princess in their cabin was a normal,
everyday occurance.
	Suddenly it struck her. After all her efforts just to see a single Prince's
manhood for a few seconds, here were seven. Sure, they weren't exactly princes,
well, they weren't even exactly humans, but dwarves are pretty similar, she
told herself. It was only after this that she thought to look closely. The
seven, frolicking, sudsy folk suddenly became seven dicks-they might still be
attached to the frolickers, but she no longer noticed.
	Much like the prince, they were all in that limp, soft stage, but she couldn't
help but notice that they were much larger. And she had thought him big!
Glancing at her dildo collection, she decided that the smallest example of a
Dwarf dick was a bit larger than her biggest dildo. She hadn't even dared try
the next largest dildo yet, and had pretty much ruled out ever attempting the
big one. Yet, here were a group of real dicks, larger than it and still soft!
	Originally planning only to get a bit closer to get a better look, Shar White
found herself in the midst of the dwarves. One handed her a washrag, another, a
sliver of soap. In seconds, she found herself frolicking with the rest of them
as she lathered herself up and laughed as she and the others slipped and
capered about the soapy floor.
	The laughter stopped abruptly as she responded to a toss of suds by grabbing
at the thrower. Intending to give his soapy long beard a gentle pull, her
footing betrayed her and she'd slipped, catching herself instinctively, but by
grabbing onto his equally soapy, but much longer manhood.
	Sitting on the floor where she'd fallen, grasping the rapidly hardening dick,
she found herself exactly eye-level with a real dick for the first time.
Instinctively, she used both hands to slowly stroke the slippery cock. Before
she'd made a complete circuit from base to tip, it was fully extended and hard
as marble.
	Hoping to recapture the lighthearted mood, but unwilling to let go of the
magnificent cock, she made a lame joke about helping to make sure he got
everything well cleaned. To her surprise, the other dwarves laughed and
presented themselves for cleaning. In short order she was stroking the rigid
poles of two dwarves at a time as heavily calloused dwarf hands gently rubbed
and scrubbed her all over. Way too soon, someone began ladling hot, clean water
over her and the other dwarves, rinsing the soap off.
	However, when the last dwarf was rinsed, she found herself still with one
pulsing cock in each hand. Without even thinking about what she was doing, Shar
White pulled one closer and began kissing the velvety tip, then sucking it into
her mouth. Somehow, another cock had been placed in her hand, so again, she was
slowly stroking two cocks as she bobbed up and down the thick cock in front of
her.
	She soon felt the twin tingles, one signaling that the spell cast upon was
fully activating, the other, heralding the onset of an orgasm. Surprised at
one, but astounded at the other, she let the orgasm build. She'd only cum while
plumbing her pussy, yet she was sitting and no one, or no thing was working on
her there. Somehow, sucking this cock was getting her off.
	Lost in the depths of her orgasm, she felt the dwarf tense, the cock,
incredibly, expanded slightly, then seemed to erupt. Shar White felt herself
consumed by her orgasm, which only seemed to intensify with every spurt being
shot down her throat. She was practically gagging on the volume, and could feel
large amounts of the stuff escaping the corners of her mouth, yet she continued
sucking, feeling a surge of pleasure with every swallow. Finally, the dick
stopped spurting and began to soften. Regrettfully, but almost relieved that
her own orgasm hadn't killed her, the princess let the now limp cock slip from
her mouth.
	With almost a shock, Shar White opened her eyes and realized where she was,
and what was going on. The smiling dwarf with the glistening, limp dick was
smiling bashfully at her and the others were looking at her with undisguised
lust. Looking at herself in a mirror, she almost couldn't believe her eyes. Her
fists were still wrapped tighly around two immense dwarven dicks, her hair was
a mess, that thick white stuff was on her chin and some had dribbled down onto
her one of her rock hard nipples. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed and her
lips were slightly puffy from sucking so hard, giving her a slightly pouty
look.
	Laughing suddenly, Shar asked if anyone knew what fellacio meant. "Yeah, it's
a fancy name for what you just did, you know, cocksucking," answered a gruff
voice, seemingly slightly upset at the question. 
	"AHA!" thought Shar White, that explains that. "OK, what is nymphomania?" she
asked, already suspecting it meant something about putting dicks in her snatch.
	"A woman who likes to fuck, a lot!" laughed one, seeming to find this very
funny. Just as she had thought, the spell had made her want both a cock in her
mouth and one in her pussy, the mere thought of her own pussy made her acutely
aware of a need that she had ignored too long.
	Not really knowing how it was done, she thought about how she'd used the
little dildo while on the horse. Finding the dwarf with the giggles, she pulled
him, willingly, to the floor and straddled him. As she felt his thick, hot
penis meet her pussy lips, she almost changed her mind, it was barely pushing
against her, but already she was feeling stretched. Biting her lip, she forced
herself down and felt him slip in a few inches. Lifting slightly, she pushed
down again and felt him fill her totally. Lifting again, this time she let
herself drop back and was rewarded with a couple inches more of the thick meat.
Concentrating on the feeling she began moving a bit faster, then felt him begin
to buck his hips in answer. 
	Soon, she was bouncing up and down on the cock, like she was riding a horse.
One of the dwarves began sucking her tit and she began to cum again, this time
even harder. Just as she was cresting and coming back to herself, the jokey
dwarf moaned and began bucking wildly. A burst of heat, deep inside her told
her what had happened. Lifting herself off the now spent dwarf, she could feel
the hot liquid already running down her leg. Wrapping her lips around his cock,
she sucked hard, feeling a mild orgasm wash over her as she tasted his cum,
mixed with her own juices.
	Given a drink of cool water and a moment to catch her breath and slow her
heart, Shar White realized that there were still five, unsatisfied dwarves, and
the bashful one she'd sucked seemed to be regaining his hard-on!
	Resolving to help relieve them as efficiently as possible, she chose one to
sit on, and pulled the grumpy one toward her face. Determined to make him
happy, she licked his immense head, then asked him if he liked having his cock
licked. He only grunted, so she began sucking, only coming up for air to ask if
he liked being sucked, or if he was enjoying himself. She began cumming from
the vigorous fucking she was getting, and still the dwarf wouldn't admit to
enjoying the blowjob she was giving.
	Determined now, she channeled the powerful feelings of her intense orgasm into
increased energy sucking. Just as she thought she was going to explode from the
pleasure in her pussy, the old dwarf began moaning, and blurting out
declarations of joy. At the same time, he unleashed a torrent of cum, setting
off a devastating magical orgasm within the princess. She was furiously gulping
his cum, squirming frantically, pummeling her pussy on the cock below when she
blacked out.
	She wasn't out long. The formerly grumpy dwarf was smiling like a village
idiot, and her pussy was still contracting and pulsing, even though there was
no cock in it. Another glance in the mirror confirmed that the old grump hadn't
finished pumping his seed when she'd passed out. The stuff was in her hair, on
her cheek and all over her tits.
	With her fingers, she gathered as much of the stray jism as possible and
licked them clean, giving herself a mild and curiously relaxing orgasm.
Amazing! She didn't care that much for the taste, consistency, or the very
thought of the stuff, but it was certainly worth eating it for the way it made
her feel. It may have been meant as a curse, but Shar White silently thanked
her step-mother for the magical gift.
	Although she was in royal shape, and by definition, insatiable, the princess
knew that she couldn't go through many more rounds before dropping off to
sleep. Besides, each orgasm seemed to be more powerful and she didn't think you
could too much more, excepting of course the little ones she got from
"cleanup". 
	She'd once heard rumors of a village wench who reportedly did five guys at
once. She'd dismissed it as a silly legend, and besides, at the time, she
couldn't even imagine how it was done with one man. Now she had some ideas.
	Taking her fingers, she drew forth some of the slippery cum and pussy juice
combination and began rubbing it onto the swollen heads of two of the remaining
dwarves. With an evil glint in her eye, she directed both of them to try and
fuck her. The pain was sharp, then disappeared as both massive tools pushed in,
then bottomed out. Moving slowly, she felt as if she might split wide open, but
then one of the dwarves who'd cum already put a rough fingertip on her clit and
she came instantly. It didn't shake her world, but suddenly, the two cocks in
her were not only comfortable, but highly pleasurable.
	With joy, she grabbed the last remaining dwarf who hadn't cum and began
sucking. She felt giggle-dwarf guide her hand to his now hard dick, and soon
her other hand was stroking a second cock. Unbelievably, all five dwarves did a
little countdown from ten, then came simultaneously, almost flooding Shar
White, who of course was deliriously writhing in the throes of a joint
snapping, muscle-pulling orgasm.
	She awoke to the smells of a big breakfast. The dwarves had cleaned her up and
had made a nice, surprisingly soft bed for her. But before she could rise, the
formerly grumpy dwarf gently pushed her back as a sleepy-eyed dwarf eased a
platter heaped with eggs, sausage, bisquits and a tall glass of orange juice.
	"Eat up princess. You'll need your energy," said another dwarf, in a doctorly
way. Despite considerable soreness from the night before, the princess felt her
pussy get wet and her nipples harden as the nymphomania spell-tingle coursed
through her.
	"We can break the spells," explained yet another dwarf, "but it is even more
strenuous than, um, your hospitality last night."
	Shar White sat stunned for a moment. She'd only discovered true sex last
night, and it was fun. Yet, the spell and its compulsion had their downsides-it
was hard to think of anything else, and eventually, she could see how it might
interfere with living a normal life. 
Continued and finished in part 2

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