The tiny cottage reeks of pine and my dripping need. All day, I’ve slaved with broom and rag, forest critters chirping like fools. No cocks among them. Just fluffy tails mocking my ache. My pussy throbs, soaked through since dawn. Heart hammers. I wait. Seven dwarfs inbound, cocks rigid from mine work. They’ll wreck me. Finally.
Door bursts. Chaos erupts. Prof and Bashful tie Dopey tight to the post. Poor fucker squirms, eyes wild. Every night, he watches. Never touches. Fuels my fire. His torment makes me wetter. Dwarfs circle, pants bulging. My skin prickles, hot flush rising. Corset strains over massive tits. No panties. Ready.
The Fever
Prof and Happy charge first. Happy rips my dress. Naked. Pale skin quivers. He dives on my tits, fat mouth sucking, biting nipples raw. Electricity shoots straight to my clit. I scream. Heart pounds like war drums. Prof drops specs, unleashes monster cock. Thick. Veiny. My lips part, drool. ‘Fuck me, Prof!’
He grips my hips. Slams in. Deep. Stretches perfect. My walls grip him like vice. ‘Slut’s no virgin,’ he stutters. Thrusts brutal. Happy fingers my slit, three thick digits churning juice. I buck. Sweat beads. Skin slaps skin. Pulse races. Tits bounce wild. I howl, ‘Harder! Wreck my cunt!’
Prof accelerates. Reins piston. My ass jiggles under impacts. Orgasm builds, coiling tight. He pulls out. I drop to knees. Face up. He jerks furious. ‘Take it, whore!’ Ropes of cum lash my face. Eyes. Cheeks. Mouth. Gulp it down. Happy explodes next, throat-fucked. Salty flood. I swallow, moaning.
The Blaze
They pet my cum-slick hair. Smile. Gone to bed. Four left. Dopey strains, bulge massive. I stagger to him. Tease. Hands glide over shoulders, neck, face. Sperm-lubed fingers knead tits. Nipples diamond-hard. Inches from his nose. ‘Want these, Dopey? Want to fuck me raw?’ He thrashes. I cum from his agony. Eyes lock, demonic glee.
‘Sleepy!’ He flops down. I grind pussy on his face. Tongue dives. Master. Swirls clit, probes deep. Waves crash. Legs quake. Belly burns. I ride, staring at Dopey’s despair. Better than cock. Pure power. I shatter, juices flood his mouth.
‘Grumpy!’ Sleepy aside. Grumpy growls forward. My hole gapes, begging. Heart thunders. Skin fever-hot. He lines up. One savage thrust. Fills me. Pounds merciless. The real fire ignites.