The Erotic Adventure's of Snow White 
By DemonBound

Chapter 4 (inc, oral, MFf, rimming, MfF, bukkake, M+F, lact, fist, food, FF, best-eels) 


Warning:  This story is intended for adults, if you aren't, don't read it. It also isn't for you if 
you are offended by sex, since it deliberately contains every sex act I can think of, though 
I'm sure I missed a few. It contains lesbian and homosexual and straight sex, incest, 
bondage, torture, bestiality, rape, oral and anal intercourse, at least one scene with a 
golden shower, and sex with characters that would be considered underage if they really 
existed and lived in our society. I left out snuff and scat sex, since I personally find those 
distasteful (oops, I forgot, there is one scene where one person gets killed, but it isn't the 
point of the scene), I probably missed some fetishes, and I rushed through any male to male 
sex scenes, since I find those not erotic and a little off putting, but there you have it.  This 
book isn't for the young, the weak of heart or stomach, so-called fundamentalists, or for 
those who can't tell reality from make believe.  Family values are pretty much completely 
lacking here. I don't really care about the laws, but I don't want anyone to be damaged.  So 
if you can be damaged by reading this book, don't.  If you read it, understand that the 
consequences are your own, chosen by you, borne by you.

begin story section

The story thus far:

Warning & Explanation, (prologue) Snow White's mother fucks the huntsman while the king 
watches, a peasant see the queen's tits and tit fucks his wife, the Queen sucks off a young 
page and is given a tongue bath by a maid while the King watches, the Queen dies giving 
birth to Snow White, Snow White grows up in the castle until she is caught in an 
indiscretion with a boy, and is sent to a convent school, meanwhile (chapter one) the King 
takes another wife who is chosen for her sexual performance, she had auditioned by 
sucking off 10 men in front of the court, the step-Queen uses a lesbian sex show to convince 
the king to make a treaty with the orcs, Snow White returns to the castle and the intrigues of 
court.

(chapter 2) Snow White is entertained by her friend Gabby's lewd tails, Gabby decides to 
masturbate and talks Snow White into helping her, then Gabby starts to reciprocate when 
they are interrupted. (chapter 3) Snow White remembers her misadventure with Knat, the 
Ambassador's son in which they play doctor and cause a scandal, she and Gabby arrive at 
the castle and she notices disturbing changes in her childhood home, Snow White and 
Gabby take a bath together with Petal that turns into a slow, wet three-way


Chapter 4

That night, Snow White sat at the high table in the place of honor on the right hand of the 
king.  Her stepmother, the Queen sat at the left of the king. The most important of the 
kingdom's nobles, and visiting dignitaries sat at the high table, while lesser nobility sat at 
the two rows of long table that ran down the sides of the dining hall. The center was left 
free for the evening's entertainment.

Her father wore a fur lined cape, rich royal blue tunic embroidered with gold thread and 
tight blue leggings with the pointed, curling shoes popular in the Southern Kingdom at the 
time. He was smooth shaven and wore his hair long, as if he were a young man, but his 
gray hair and slightly stooped posture revealed his true age.  Still, he looked as if he 
belonged with the golden crown he wore on his head.

The Queen's clothing also shouted wealth and power, though with much less modesty.  The 
Queens dress seemed more designed to display than conceal her charms.  Though it was 
patterned on a classic gown with a wide hoop and tight corset, the skirt was cunnningly 
split so that successive layers of material, starting with a light creme and ending with a 
deep crimson, framed and pointed to the Queen's womanhood.When she walked, or sat, a 
glimpse of her long tanned legs could be had and perhaps just a bit more than legs.  The 
cream satin bodice, trimmed in pearls and lace was scooped low in the front to show 
ample tanned cleavage and a diamond shaped cutout displayed the undersides of the 
Queens busom.  Only a ring of gold held the material together across this mountainous 
region. But the material seemed a bit superfilous, since the Queen's areolas and nipples 
where exposed through openings ringed in baby pearls.  She also wore her blonde hair 
piled high and bound by a glittering network of diamonds and pearls. On her feet where 
creme stiletto heeled boots also trimmed in lace an pearls.

They sat on a kind of thriple couch, so that each had a seat, but were as close together as 
hoops skirts the Queen and Snow White wore would allow.

As they all waited for the first course to be served, Snow White frowned slightly as she 
realized that her father, the King, had casually draped his arm around his second wife's 
shoulders, and started toying with her left breast through the low-cut gown the queen wore. 
He sat playing with her nipple as he waited.  For her part, the Queen had her hand in the 
royal crotch and was gently rubbing.  

Both acted as if this were perfectly normal and none of the nobles or servants present 
seemed surprised, nor did they comment, though some did seem to be watching with 
interest. Snow White did her best to ignore it, though a tingle, or maybe an itch, ran through 
her at the sight.  Life at the castle had changed since she left, and the convent was never 
like this.

The Queen frowned slightly as she played with her husband's cock, as she remembered 
meeting her stepdaughter for the first time in nearly 5 years.  It had been an unwelcome 
surprise to see the plain, flat chest girl from the dusty coach ride, transformed into the 
lovely creature seated on the other side of her husband.

Snow White was dressed in a pink satin gown with dark highlights that complemented her 
midnight black hair. Cleaned and combed, her hair fell in ebon waves down her elegant 
back.  The gown was more modest than most, but the snowy swell of well formed breasts 
showed above the satin bodice, forming an impressive cleavage.  Her tiny waist accented 
the swell of her wide hips, even as the shell of the hoop skirt concealed her long legs.

She hadn't wanted to wear the dress, thinking it too suggestive when she saw how low the 
bodice was cut, but she found that all of her carefully unpacked convent clothing had been 
sent to the wash, and only this dress had been left in their place.  Snow White wasn't happy 
that her campaign to avoid sexual attention seemed off to a bad start.

The Queen was not happy, not happy at all.  This girl could be a threat! Gone was the plain 
drudge in the coach...here was a girl to rival the Queen for beauty.  What had happened?  
Petal had said nothing about this sudden beauty! Petal was about to get a very painful 
punishment!  Something would have to be done.  Daughter or not, the King's wandering eye 
could not be allowed to be attracted to this girl...unless she could be controlled.  Perhaps 
the Queen could seduce her, control her, and the girl certainly looked delicious.  But if she 
couldn't be controlled...well, something would have to be done.

The King continued his toying, even as he turned to chat with his daughter.  Though the 
King seemed not to notice, the Queen felt a definite hardening as the king took in the vision 
of his offspring.  He seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes on her face. He chatted about 
inconsequentials as he kneaded his wife's breasts, until the chamberlain announced dinner 
was served.

As the plates were brought in with the first course, the king turned to his wife.
"How about a little appetizer, dear wife."
The Queen smiled salaciously, "Of course, your highness."
Snow White looked on, shocked, as the Queen dropped to her knees, pulled out her father's 
tool, and started licking at the head.

"Did you get all settled in, my dear?" asked the king as his wife licked wetly at the shaft of 
his prick.

"Very well, father, th-thank you," Snow White stammered.

"I usually find travel very tedious,"commented the King, "Unless I have something to divert 
me."

 The Queen locked eyes with the stunned Snow White, and winked.  

"Thanks the gods, Gabrielle was with me.  She is an excellent story teller." said the 
Princess.

Her father went on as if nothing were wrong, though he started to breathe a little harder. 
Snow White breathed harder too.  She haltingly spoke of the weather as she watched her 
father's hard cockhead disappear between the Queen's full lips.

"It appears, father, that we arrived just in time.  I, I fear we are in for a bit of rain."

"Yes...mmmm...a spring shower," said the King, as his wife started bobbing her head so 
that just the head of his prick pushed into her mouth and then pulled back out. "But it will 
soon go as quickly as it...ah...came." 

*Thuck*  *thuck*  *thuck*  *thuck,* went her father's cockhead as it popped into and out off 
her stepmother's sucking mouth.

"It promises to be a good year for the farmers, " said the blushing Snow White as the Queen 
started pushing more of the King's prick into her mouth.

"Yes...mmmm...more tongue, there along the vein, yes that's it...once the...ah...seed is 
planted, I'm sure everything will grow ripe and full," said the King, his eyes seemingly 
lingering on his daughter's chest, though she tried not to notice.

"The Mother Superior says that things always grow large in the Southern Kingdom as long 
as they get the attention they need," said the Princess.

"Very true...fortunately...of yes, mmmmn...your stepmother is very good at...extracting...the 
most from things!" exclaimed the king, "production has been up since I put her in charge of 
the farms.  

She's taken many loads from the royal...shoulders."

*ssluurppp*  *ssliththth*  *glmmmp* The Queen took each of the kings testicles into her 
mouth and slurped and slobbered happily as his cock rubbed across her face.

Snow White noticed that her father's tool was only about 7 inches long, and of no special 
girth, but was still strangely fascinating. She'd seen bigger, having watched Gabby tackle a 
monster nearly eleven inches long one night. Gabby had only been able to swallow about 5 
inches of it, though the young monk visiting the convent hadn't complained.  But this tool 
held her attention, as she tried to talk normally to her father. Perhaps it was because of the 
Queen's apparent ease as she started to feed it into her mouth, deep throating all seven 
inches, or the special twist the Queen gave her head with each downward swallow. Surely, 
it wasn't because she wondered at what the tool would feel and taste like, within her own 
mouth.

"I'm sure she's...quite proficient," said the Princess.

The Queen performed her duties with all her skill, hoping to divert the King and embarrass 
the Princess.  For all her skill, she was certain the King's thought where not entirely on his 
wife's mouth. As her tongue played with the droplet of precum peeking out of the king's 
piss-slit, she noticed the king take his daughters hand, as if only to convey filial affection, 
but when he did so, the cock in the Queen's mouth hardened perceptibly.  Enraged, but 
concealing it well, she decided she would have to give into the King's obvious fancy for 
now. Perhaps she could control the girl as she did the father.  She let the King's prick slip 
from her mouth, leaving a deliberate trail of  precum as the head dropped down to nestle 
between her ample breasts.

"You are certainly beautiful, daughter, no one told me my King's daughter had grown up so 
well formed," the Queen said to Snow White, as she massaged her nipples with the king's 
cock.
Snow White blushed, as much from the heat inside her at the sight of her Step-mother's 
smeared lips, as the actual comment.

"Thank you, Stepmother, but your beauty far surpasses my own, and my father's love for 
you is very evident." Snow White said.

The Queen moved up so that the king's cock slipped into the diamond cut out in her bodice.   
She settled down on the prick moving between her breasts until the head peaked out above 
the golden ring.  Now the King could fuck her tits while they were held around him by the 
bodice.
Snow White's breasts heaved as she tried to control the strange mix of feeling she felt as 
she held hands with her father while his prick was moving back and forth through the deep 
valley of the Queen's chest. 

"Oh yes...but he loves...you as well, my dear, I can...tell," the Queen said between licks at 
the Royal cockhead, when it peaked out. "I am sure we will soon become a very close 
family."

Suddenly, the Princess felt a hand under the hem of her gown.  She saw the Queen wink at 
her as she felt the Queen's now free hand run up Snow White's dainty calf.  She jumped, but 
the King apparently never noticed as his wife's mouth closed once more over his prick. At 
first, Snow White tried to pretend that there wasn't a hand almost at her knee, though she 
did close her legs trying to trap the Queen's hand, impede any further inappropriate 
progress.

"There, there, daughter, I love you both though in different ways, I hope the two of you will 
be very close." The King said.  He casually loosed his daughter's hand and put one arm 
around her shoulder, as he had the Queen earlier, and drew her near to him in a fatherly 
hug.  As he did, his hand brushed down to cup one snow-white breast through the dress, as 
if by accident.  Snow White had had more than her strained morals could handle and she 
quickly reached up to again take her father's hand--thus removing it from her breast.  But 
just one touch of his daughter's ruby nipple, even through cloth, had brought on the King's 
proceedings.

The Queen quickly pulled back, forced to remove her hand from Snow White's leg so that 
she could catch up the overflow, as  the spurting head of the King's prick pushed out of her 
breasts, and between her lips, rapidly filling her mouth. Knowing the King's taste's, she 
didn't swallow it, but let if spill out into her hand.

After several spurts, the king pulled his cock from between the Queen's breasts but made 
no move to put it back into his leggings.

"Ah, just the thing before dinner...thanks you my dear," said the King to the Queen, but 
looking into his beautiful daughter's eyes as he said it.  Then he turned to the Queen, "and 
now you have a good conditioner for your tan."

Snow White and the King both watched spellbound as the Queen smiled, dipped a finger 
into her palm, and started massaging the King's spunk into her nipples, then across her lips 
and fiinally into her cleavage and face.

"Would you like to try some, stepdaughter?" asked the Queen.

"N-no, thank you stepmother," blushed Snow White.   

The Queen smiled as she noticed that Snow White had apparently forgotten to keep ahold 
of her father's wandering hand.  The Princess seemed unaware of the hand gently massaging 
her breast as she watched the Queen rub the last of her father's cum onto her face.

When at last the Queen rose from her spot between the King's legs, a single drop of cum 
ran down her chin to drip on Snow White's gown.  Snow White could only stare, at the 
white on virginal pink.  Snow White shivered at the totally horrid, but fascinating, fantasy 
about dipping a finger in the drop and sucking the finger to taste her father's cum.  She 
pulled herself together and tried to ignore the whole thing, once more taking her father's 
hand from her tingling right breast.

She thought "I'm saving myself for marriage, I'm saving myself for marriage.  Besides, he's 
my father.  It's wrong."

The Queen sat back down next to the King, and the dinner proceeded almost normally.  
Several courses where brought in, and musicians played.  People ate and talked.  Snow 
White slowly calmed down some what.  By the third course, oysters on the half shell, she 
was breathing normally.

Snow White noticed that many of the people were more interested in their companions than 
their food, though.  She noticed that Gabby was slowly eating a banana while looking 
deeply into the eyes of the young cavalry officer she was sitting next to.  Other couples, or 
even groups, had gone even farther: kissing, petting, even partial nudity seemed as much the 
norm as the exception.  More than one maiden was having a special appetizer of her own, 
and an occasional young page was engaged in unnatural acts of a similar nature.

With each new course, Snow White had more trouble ignoring the goings on around her.

When the first of the desserts was served, the King called out, "And have you arranged a 
suitable entertainment tonight, my wife?"

The Queen answered, "Of course, Sire.  Would you like to see?"

The King's voice quavered, perhaps with age, perhaps in anticipation, "Let the spectacle 
begin."

The Queen clapped her hand and the band struck up a merry tune.  From out of a side door 
capered a shrunken misshapen figure in bright red and royal blue silks.  He wore a fools 
cap with jangling bells and carried a scepter shaped like a large phallus.  This was 
definitely not the fool of Snow White's childhood.  He jumped up on the table and ran along 
it turning somersaults and threatening the various guests with the head of his fake penis.  
Every once in a while he'd stop and sing out a very dirty limerick.  Gales of laughter arose 
at the little man's antics.  

At one point, he apparently got the scepter stuck in the ample cleavage of a middle aged 
matron, who only laughed the harder.  He pulled and tugged at the scepter, fondled the 
pillowy mounds trying to pry them apart, and finally ended up putting his silk clad buttocks 
in her face as he tried to get the scepter out.  The matron promptly bit him.

He tumbled away from her, his face all flushed with outrage, hands on buttocks

"Gentles, my arse is not some field of grass that some old goat may munch upon it.  I cry 
foul, foul I say!  I demand succor and sweet healing balm for my aching bum."

The fool pulled down his silken pantaloons, mooning the whole court, as cries of "Foul" 
and "A Penalty is do" arose around the tables.  Finally the King, laughing, stood up.

"Lady, you have done my poor fool's arse a great wrong, it seems only right that you should 
now do it, aright."

"Nay, my Lord, " cried the fool, "The good book does say that the sins of the father are 
visited even onto the third generation. I say it is also true of the sins of Adam's folly as 
well.  The Grand Dam has wronged me, its only right the Grand Daughter make it right!"

The King chuckles "So be it then."

Next to the matron with the dangerous teeth, sat a young girl, in a ornate peach ball gown.  
She was just coming into her full womanhood, and was apparently proud of her new 
breasts, for she had been leaning back, eyes closed, as one of the serving boys was treated 
to an intimate exploration of them with nimble fingers.  She blushed as she realized that the 
room was suddenly focused on her.  She pulled the unfortunate lad's hands from her bodice 
and stood, facing the dwarfish Jester, not seeming to know what to do with the Kings 
command.

The Jester grinned, "First a soothing balm, must you place on the offended parts."

He picked up a jar of honey, and handed it to the blushing girl.

"A bun must be buttered, but if butter be not handy, a bit of sweet honey will do."

The fool put his injured arse near to the girl's face.

"Thy smooth hand may sooth the pain, but only thy mouth may take away the sting of 
humiliation at thy Gran's teeth!"

The girl looked to her grandmother for guidance, who urged her to spread the honey in 
obedience to the King's justice.

"But I don't know what to do," cried the girl.

The King answered, "Then the elder must instruct you. Madam, you must demonstrate all to 
your kindred by example.  Girl, you must do to the fool, what your Grand Dam does to 
you."

The matron grinned, apparently liking the sport, though the girl looked nervous.  As the 
fool's bottom was bare, it was decided that the girl's bottom must be bare also.  Her fancy 
dress was soon stripped, layer , by layer, by the girl's grandmother, with more than a little 
fondling and display of new bud charms.  Thin hips just starting to swell complemented the 
startlingly large and perky breasts.  Removing the girl's bloomers revealed a sparse thatch 
of blonde hairs, a petite slit, and a generous bottom, pink and smooth. Finally, the girl was 
ready to begin.

As the grand dam slowly caressed the buttocks of the girl, the girl used her hand to spread 
the honey on the misshapen cheeks of the fool.  To the great amusement of the crowd, the 
fool began making faces of ecstasy and stroking his penis, which soon grew to be no less 
than nine inches.  The girl's fingers slipped between the cheeks of his ass, mirroring the 
finger's of her mother's mother between her own ass, stroking and probing at the brown 
rose of the Fool as her own tight rosebud was probed.

"Enough," cried the fool, "'Twas the hills that were attacked, yet you sneak into the valley, 
me thinks the Dam was a goat, but the daughter is a pig, seeking to root among the dirt! If 
the hog is given her head, the snake shall surely spit-too soon, too soon.  You shall have 
your slops anon.  Now, as the good book says, an Eye for an Eye, and as a mouth has done 
the wrong, only your mouth can now amends.  Thou must dine on sweet honey'd buns"

At this the matron's head descends to the rosy cheeks of the girls arse and begins to lick and 
kiss.  Obediently, and to much laughter, the girl begins to lick and suck at the honey on the 
lumpy ass before her.  As she does, the fool puckers his mouth, shuts his eyes and strokes 
ever faster on his prick.  The girl shudder's and moans as her grandmother's tongue begins 
to probe at an orifice hidden deep within well licked cheeks.  She hardly hesitates to put 
her own tongue in the hidden grotto in the dwarf's valley.  He in turn redoubles his efforts 
with his tool, his fist a blur.  The girls mouth finally slows, her tongue slips out of the fool's 
anus, and her mouth opens as she shudders at the orgasm brought from her own dark hole 
by the experienced tongue of her grandmother.

The fool quickly turns with a yell, "And now the special sauce to make the buns taste even 
better!"  Though his prick is in the right place, his aim is off as the first drop of cum hits the 
girl's check.  The next blast goes true, though, as the honey coated tongue is now coated 
anew, this time in white.  Though a dwarf, his balls must have been man sized to match his 
prick, for wad after wad struck the girl on face, mouth and bosom, with plenty left over to 
spray some on the girl's ass as well.  The matron misses not a beat, as she licks up every 
drop, and the girl continues to come until the Jester brings her to with a quick slap of his 
deflated cock across her lips.

It didn't stay deflated long though, as the dwarf continued on his rounds of the table, his 
cock became the new scepter which was waved in blessing at many a maid and a few 
young gentlemen.  The jester found himself wronged trice more, requiring a penalty of each 
offender, and a final gift of the dwarf's copious cum.  

By then the Queen had grown bored, however, and called for the main entertainment.

The Chamberlain stepped up and called,  "Let the Plainspeople come forth!"

The central area of the dining hall was soon filled by a small troupe of Plainspeople in 
colorful costumes, complete with a wagon drawn by a pony and a burro.  The troupe had 
four men and two women.  The men were all young and darkly good looking, and well 
endowed, as was evidenced by the bulges in their tight costumes.  The older woman was in 
her early forties, large breasted and wide hipped, and oozed with a strange unsettling 
sensuality as if everything she saw could only add to her pleasure.  The younger woman 
was apparently her daughter, for there was a strong family resemblance, though it seemed 
she was only starting to come into that all-consuming carnality of her mother.

The troupe proceeded to 'set up camp' in a most bumbling and humorous fashion, with many 
pratfalls and more groping and fondling.  Several times the mother's blouse just seemed to 
slip off one shoulder, exposing a large pendulous breast.  All of the men seemed to manage 
to end up pantless, and one by one they managed a moment alone with the either the mother 
or daughter which resulted in a quick grope, maybe a suck or two, and a raging hardon 
thrust into some hole or other.  But finally, all was in readiness.

The Kings Chamberlain came forth once again to do the honors of introduction.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have an exhibition of unusual skill and natural ability, 
in the setting that gave it birth, a Plainsman camp!  I give you the Amazing Yolonda, and 
her daughter Yvette.  Yolonda is a gourmand of love, some would even say a glutton.  Her 
specialty is the consumption of foods, but in a special way which she shall demonstrate for 
your edification.  This we shall see tonight.  Her daughter is her apprentice in all things and 
will assist as needed."

"But first an appetizer of love," The Chamberlain motions Yvette forward.  She comes 
forth boldly, her swaying hips and jiggling breast threatening to jump out of the bright cloth 
covering them.  The Chamberlain stands behind her and prepares to make the threat reality.

"Do you wish to see these heathen globes, Gentles?" he asks as he thrusts his hands into the 
girls blouse, kneading and hefting the dusky breasts.  The crowd of jaded nobles growled 
an assent.  The Chamberlain solemnly complies, looking more like a priest than a voyeur's 
panderer, as he spills her globes out into the open air and the crowd's view.  He pinches 
her brown nipples to hardness, and moves his hands down to her crotch above her skirt. 

"And do you wish to see this dark grotto, used by so many brown-skinned lovers?"  Soon 
the skirt fluttered to the ground, showing the black thatched pussy, and the chamberlains 
hand rubbing between the dark lips from behind as he displayed the Plainswoman for every 
eye.

"And, Gentles, this sweet meat is only the appetizer!  Shall she perform for you her 
specialty?" At the crowds eager roar, he continued, "She is a sword swallower without 
equal, but she only swallows certain select swords...don't you wish yours was among them.  
Now I give you Yvette!"

The four Plainsmen came forward, each carrying a pillow.  They also bring with them a 
round platform, which they make sure is visible to all. After making a small mound of the 
pillows on the platorm, they formed a square on it's rim.  Yvette, now completely nude, 
kneels at the center of the square, steadying herself on the naked thighs of the Plainsmen.  
She smiles and licks her red painted lips to a sheen of moisture and laughs at the gasps 
from the crowd.  The men begin to massage her body with their hardening pricks.  Here one 
caresses a brown nipple with a dark cock, there a long shaft rubs down the curve of a 
graceful swan's throat.  Her cheeks are stroked with hard and leaking love tools, leaving 
glistening paths across the beautiful face.

At first Yvette does nothing, simply accepting this phallic worship as her just due, but 
finally she must react.  A small hand reaches up to a long prick and begins to frig slowly.  
The proud mouth opens, not to speak, but to take the head of the second brown tool within.  
Her other hand takes a third prick, and begins to toy with it softly.  The last Plainsman, not 
to be left out, pushes her brown breasts together and begins to fuck between them.  

Then something unusual happens, the Plainsman with his prickhead in her mouth, carefully 
reaches back a foot off the platform and pushes.  The platform turns! And as an added 
bonus, a large part of the man's prick disappears down the girl's throat.  Yvette has 
swallowed at least 6 inches, which all may see because of the slow complete rotation of 
the platform.  The man pushes again, gaining another slow rotation and another two inches 
into the gulping throat.  All 8 inches glide out, as she turns to another prick, swallowing it 
with one greedy gobble.  This man now takes his turn providing the motion of the rotating 
platform and trying to plum the depths of Yvette's talented throat.  In turn, each sword is 
baptized in the girls throat before returning to it's original location.  Now each cock 
glistens with saliva, and the valley between her breasts is slick with her own spit as well.  
Some in the audience notice that the dark lips between her legs also drip with moisture, 
and her abdomen contracts rhythmically as she sucks.  The first prick regains it's home, 8 
inches in.  

Yolonda looks on with something akin to pride.  In the background, she takes off her own 
skirt and blouse, revealing worn but serviceable breasts, a pot belly still small enough to 
be interesting, and a shaven cleft with wide, brown lips.  Apparently just to warm up she 
starts pumping between the lips with two long fingers.

With her mother looking on, Yvette sucks the four cocks one at a time, slowly turning for 
the audience.  She seems to finally settle on one, perhaps by taste, and begins to deep throat 
it in earnest, going so far as to take in all nine inches and swallow the balls as well.  She 
hold it for a moment, letting the crowd see the muscles in her throat massaging the long 
prick within.  Then she starts to bob her head, almost all nine inches coming out, then going 
back in, faster and faster.  

Many in the crowd said she rivaled the Queen in skill, but those who had actually 
experienced the real thing (a surprisingly large number) knew differently, though they still 
thought it was an impressive display.  The dark mouth moved back and forth, faster and 
faster, until at a word from the Plainsman, Yvette backed off, mouth open, awaiting the 
man's tribute.  It was soon in coming and impressive in volume, and all went into the red 
painted grotto.  Yvette knelt with open mouth through one full rotation, so that all might see 
the white mass on her tongue, while the Plainsman cleaned his prick on her black hair.  
Then she swallowed with evident satisfaction.  

Another prick soon filled her mouth, though this one was treated to more subtlety.  She 
circled the dark head with a soft pink tongue, and kissed along the underside with loving 
precision.  The tip of her tongue fluttered at the underside like a cat drinking water, and the 
Plainsman groaned, but the platform kept on turning.  Yvette sucked and slurped at the 
man's balls, all the while being fucked between her breasts by one man, and frigging two 
others.  Finally she seemed to get thirsty, her mouth grew more demanding, her slurping 
drowning out the soft sighs and gasps coming from the audience. With a groan, the man 
withdrew his prick, and with unnatural aim, shot blast after blast of creamy cum into her 
eager mouth.  This time some hit her chin, but the obliging Plainsman used a finger to scoop 
it up and into her mouth.  Her lips closed around the finger, which he pumped in and out a 
couple of times, but when it came out it was free of jism.  Her mouth and tongue once again 
made the rotation as proof of her prowess, before the sweet gift was again eagerly 
swallowed.

The men never stopped turning as they rearranged themselves a bit so that Yvette could 
more easily get to the straining pricks that had not yet shot into her gullet.  But a surprise 
was in store.  This time, as she frigged the two spent tools back to hardness, both undrained 
cocks pushed into Yvette's straining mouth.  By standing close together, the two Plainsmen 
managed to force an improbable length of two cock into her throat.  Yvette never seemed 
happier than with the two poles struggling within her wide red mouth.  She grunted and 
slurped and sucked with evident delight and joy.  Her tongue tickled, swirled, and licked, 
she hollowed her cheeks to get more contact with the meat in her mouth.  Finally, she 
pulled back, and on cue the twin pricks spouted twin guisers of cum into her mouth, which 
finally had more cum than it could hold.  Cum freely ran down her chin and onto her 
breasts.  A few drops hit the platform.  This time, she swallowed not a drop.  

The men stepped off the platform,  but kept turning it while frigging their pricks.  Yvette 
now lowered herself to the platform as it turned.  Her breasts smearing the cum already 
dripped there.  He ass was in the air, showing everyone her dark pussy and tight asshole.  
When she came back around to face the crowd, she spit the double load of cum into her 
hand, and grinned.  Still lying ass up on the platform she reached back between her thighs, 
with her cum cupping hand, and started anointing her pussy and ass with the copious load.  
She rubbed in the cum with a load groan, and moaning, breasts lying on cum soaked 
boards, chin smeared with more, she started to force a scum covered finger into her ass and 
another into her pussy.   A second finger joined the first in her pussy.  She seemed to be 
trying to force all the cum into some orifice or another.

As she worked, the four Plainsmen looked on with rapidly growing hardons.  They 
watched as she moaned and started licking the boards, trying to lap up the spills.  Their 
breathing got faster and faster as her own did.  They seemed like mad men pulling on their 
pricks as her fingers disappeared into the drenched holes.  Finally, as her body began to 
spasm in an immense orgasm, each achieved a second shot!  From a distance of several 
feet, gush after gush of sperm coated the dark-skinned girl, seeming to intensify her own 
orgasm.  Spunk landed on her ass and in her hair.  It coated her back and legs.  She writhed 
in spunk, wallowed in cum, and shuddered again and again.  When they could shoot no 
more, they stepped back onto the platform and pulled her to her knees.  There she smiled, 
rotating for the crowd, covered hair, face, and body with cum, and gave a few last licks of 
still proud but spent pricks, cleaning the last of the scum from them and into her mouth.

The Chamberlain started the applause, and it quickly grew as the impressed crowd 
regained their stunned faculties.  The girl's mother grinned, massaging one breast, and gave 
her own pussy a last swipe.  She took the girl to one side and gave her an open mouthed 
kiss, sucking some of the sperm from Yvette's mouth. She gave her daughter's buttocks a 
firm approving squeeze, and slipped a finger tip into her tight but lubricated asshole as a 
sign of motherly regard.  While the crowd was districted by the little show of affection, the 
Plainsmen put a small table near the platform, full of covered bowls.  They also put a low 
leather stool on the platform in place of the pillows.

The Chamberlain moved forward after pulling his tool from the lips of one of the serving 
girls and closing his robes.  After a moment to compose himself, he announces the next act.
"And now, the main course.  As Yvette swallows cum, so too does her mother swallow 
love in all it's forms.  The great Yolonda has practiced her arcane arts for many years and 
now brings them to us.  I give you Yolonda the Gourmand of Love!"

Yolonda sits on the leather stool, while Yvette kneels between her mother's  spread thighs.  
One of the Plainsmen stands nearby the table, and slowly begins turning the platform once 
again.  Yvette, still smeared in four men's cum, slowly caresses her mother's breasts.  She 
nurses as she must have as a child, and as the crowd watches in amazement, she squeezes 
her mother's straining breasts and milk shoots into her mouth! Yvette suckles at both breasts 
until her mouth is full, then she lowers her head and spits the rich, creamy milk carefully 
into her mother's pussy.  Yolonda pulls her pussy lips apart, stretching them wide, to open 
herself for the milk.

Yvette massages her mother's milk covered slit, stroking the brown clit, putting a finger 
into the opening that gave her birth.  She leans down and licks the milk from her mother's 
clit. Yolonda shudders in a small orgasm, holding her daughter's head to her pussy.  After a 
bit Yvette pulls back to again stroke her mother, this time working two fingers into the 
gaping hole.  A third finger pumps in and out.  Finally, Yvette balls her fist and slowly 
pushes it into her mother's snatch.  Yolonda scoots forward on the leather seat, as the 
platforms slowly turns, so that all may see the fist disappear up to the wrist and a little 
beyond.  Finally, she signals Yvette that she is ready for the next stage.

The Plainsman at the table pulls the covers off the containers, revealing an assortment of 
foodstuffs of various kinds.  He hands Yvette a large banana.  Yvette does the predictable 
thing, and promptly deep throats it until only the stem is visible.  Yolonda frowns, and 
tweaks her daughter's nipple, hard enough to make the girl squeak and with a bit of gagging, 
force the banana out into her hand.  There is a smattering of laughter in the crowd at this 
familial rivalry.  Yvette contritely peals the banana, and carefully teasing the opening, 
begins to push the banana into her mother's milky quim.  Yolonda seems to concentrate, and 
the banana seems actually to be sucked into her.  Yvette gives the banana (and her mother's 
clit) a friendly lick as the tip vanishes.  Yolonda holds very still for a moment.  Then the 
crowd gasps as the banana starts to reappear, not squashed as one might suppose, but still 
whole.  Yvette plays the model as she frames the emerging banana with her hands.  Then, 
just as it seems it's about to drop out, the banana starts back into the well trained cunt.  

Yolonda's stomach ripples as the fruit is sucked back into her. Then the ripples change 
direction. To the delight of the crowd, as it reappears a second time, Yvette eats the fruit 
with many an unnecessary lick

Next Yvette is handed a bowl full of a dozen eggs.  Many of the women murmur in 
disbelief.  As Yolonda holds her pussy lips apart, Yvette licks each egg, then firmly pushes 
it into her mother's pussy, each one disappearing with a pop, and a quick shudder from 
Yolonda.  When  ten of the eggs are gone, Yvette tries to insert the eleventh, to no avail.  
There apparently just isn't enough room in Yolonda's gash for more.  So Yvette shrugs, 
licks, and shoves an egg up her mother's ass! The crowd goes wild as a second egg joins 
the first, but they really start to cheer when the Plainsman gives Yvette the second dozen 
eggs.  Slowly, four more eggs disappear into Yolonda's ass and the rest into her bulging 
womb.  Yolonda's stomach visibly swells so that she appears pregnant.

Yvette then amuses the crowd through another rotation by squeezing her pregnant looking 
mother's teats, and shooting milk at the crowd.  Then Yolonda starts laying eggs.  Yvette 
carefully puts them one at a time into the bowl as they slowly squeeze out.  When she gets 
to the last dozen, Yolonda alternates an egg from her cunt with an egg from her ass.  At last 
all the eggs are out.  Yvette proceeds to crack open the eggs to prove they are raw.  She 
breaks the third egg into her mothers upturned mouth and Yolonda sucks the raw egg down 
whole.  Then Yvette does the same.  The next egg is broken into Yolonda's mouth, but 
Yvette sucks at her mother's mouth until she can swallow the yoke herself.  Several more 
eggs disappear, swapped back and forth between mother and daughter.  Then Yvette breaks 
and egg between her breasts and smears the yoke and white over her dusky mounds and 
pert nipples.  Yolonda  now suckles at her daughter's breast, licking up all trace of the raw 
egg.

Many in the crowd are openly masturbating, not a few openly fucking.  The king is playing 
with his wife's pussy as she is fucked in the ass by a cavalry officer.  Gabby seems to have 
disappeared, apparently blowing the Ambassador from Yelkin, or perhaps the 
Ambassador's wife.  Snow White sits quite still, eyes frozen on the slowly turning 
platform, apparently in shock.

The Plainsman now hands Yvette a quick succession of cucumbers, carrots, squash, 
potatoes, and several other garden friends of womankind. These go into Yolonda's various 
well licked and lubricated orifices.  But this interlude does little more than prove 
Yolonda's prowess as a gourmand of love, literally a woman who will fuck anything.  The 
crowd grows a bit restless, though they perk up a bit when a series of slices of melon are 
given Yolonda's special sauce and then passed out to the audience.  And they are intrigued 
when Yvette shoves several whole oranges up her mother's cunt, and she proceeds to 
squeeze them into orange juice.  A cup is placed below the performers cunt lips as the 
orange juice dribbles out and the cup is then given to the King, who pronounces it 
delicious.

Next, a string of sausages is slowly pushed Yolonda's gobbling pussy, then even more 
slowly pulled out again.  Yolonda starts to shudder through a mini orgasm as each sausage 
reemerges.  Then the sausages are pushed into her anus, and popped out like large pearls 
on a string.  Finally, Yvette eats the several of sausages without bothering to take a bite.  
The meats theme is continued with a chicken drumstick in Yolonda's ass and a turkey 
drumstick in her cunt. Again, bits of meat are passed among the spectators

The crowd seems to approve when a two foot long blood sausage is handed to Yvette.  She 
holds it up for the crowd, displaying the three inch diameter, and the firm consistency.  She 
licks at one end, tonguing it as if playing with a man's piss slit and  sucking it in and out of 
her grinning mouth until it is slick with her saliva.  Then she turns to her mother and 
presents the opposite end to Yolonda's mouth, heretofore underestimated until she shows 
them who taught Yvette her skills by deep throating a good 6 inches of  it.  For a few 
minutes, Yvette and Yolonda compete to see who can suck in more of the giant sausage, 
bobbing their heads back and forth on it's hard length.  At last, apparently satisfied that the 
sausage is serviceable, they stop sucking and Yvette once again kneels between her 
mother's thighs.

Yvette once more licks and nibbles at the wide pussy lips before her.  She fists her mother 
again, pumping back and forth to loosen the well stretched lips even more.  Then in goes 
the tip of the blood sausage! She slowly works it in several inches while playing with the 
maternal clitoris.  Yolonda writhes happily as it slowly slips inside her, until nearly half is 
housed in her throbbing cunt.  Then Yvette turns around straddling the huge sausage in her 
mother's cunt.  She rubs her pussy back and forth along it's exposed length with half closed 
eyes.  She fondles her brown breasts and plays with the nipples, cupping them for the 
crowd.  Her mother leans forward and kisses her back, running small kisses down her 
spine to the shapely buttocks as Yvette moves forward to the end of the sausage to tease her 
pussy with the very tip.  Yolonda buries her mouth between Yvette's cheeks, slurping at her 
asshole until Yvette begins to quiver and slump forward with weak knees.  

Then she guides the tip of the sausage into her daughter's pussy and savagely pulls the girl 
back onto the huge length while she still shudders from her anal orgasm.  Yvette cries out 
in pain and pleasure as nearly a foot of 3 inch diameter blood sausage reams into her.  
Yolonda and Yvette start up a rocking thrusting fuck motion while Yolonda kneads her 
daughter's full breasts and their moans fill the dining hall.  They thrust again and again as 
the wooden platform is slowly turned by the Plainsman, who begins to masturbate not 
because it is part of the show but just because he can..
Yvette turns around athletically, never letting the sausage slip from either cunt, so that she 
is sitting in Yolonda's lap.  They grind their pussies together and pull apart, making the 
blood sausage disappear and reappear, again and again. Their bellies slide together, their 
breasts massage each other, with Yvette's on top. They kiss passionately, tongues dueling 
in straining mouths. They seem oblivious to the watching nobles, the spinning platform, and 
all but the huge form in their cunts and each other's bodies. But when the Plainsman 
suddenly cums, spraying them both with globes of white jism, Yvette has the presence of 
mind to dip low in Yolonda's lap to start nursing at her  breasts, suckling mother's milk and 
spunk both.  She kisses her mother again to share the white froth.  This seems to bring on a 
frenzy, as mother and daughter explode into violent rocking, bucking and straining to steal 
as much of the blood sausage as possible from the cunt of the other.  They both begin to 
jerk in huge clenching waves as massive orgasms rock their dark bodies.

After the orgasmic waves slow to a stop, Yvette climbs slowly off of her mother's lap, 
letting the slick meat pole slip from her well stretched pussy.  Shakily, she motions to the 
nearby Plainsman who turns to the table and uncovers a transparent bowl full of squirming 
river eels.

The Chamberlain announces, "Now, for the finale, unnatural acts that fire the imagination 
and stretch the ability to believe...among other things."

He motions to the other three Plainsmen.  And as Yvette starts pushing the first eel into 
Yolonda's ass while Yolonda plays with the sausage still in her twat, the three men bring 
up the burro and the donkey...

Snow White just can't stand it any longer.  She gets up, flushed and gasping, and heads for 
the door as rapidly as dignity permits.  Almost no-one notices her leaving, though the 
Queen grins in amusement.  The king is thoroughly engrossed as Yvette breaks the 
protruding neck of the eel, causing a violent death seizure to spasm through its body deep in 
Yolonda's ass.  Snow White tries to ignore the goings on as she all but runs out the door. 
She also tries to ignore the trickle running down her leg.

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