Snow White

'Please Sir, I think it's much too tight.
You're giving me an awful fright.'
He would for nearly half the night.
But what's a king to do?
His wife was but a skanky pig.
Her pussy was a tad too big.
Perhaps it was his little twig?
He didn't have a clue.

~

His first wife made his life complete;
Till he discovered her retreat,
Her lips around some hung stud’s meat,
Her pussy oozing come.
The mother of his darling Snow
Was just another easy ho
Who'd go down on most any Joe,
After a mug of rum.

She died in someone else's bed
While in the act of giving head.
They say that she was overfed,
And choked to death on cock.
Her lover met the guillotine
When pretty Snow was just thirteen.
About the doings of the queen?
They kept her in the dark.

~

'Please Sir, don't shove it up my ass.
I'm just an nineteen year old lass.
I know it's not polite to sass;
It's just that I'm afraid.'
But once inside her anal pit,
She felt a tingling in her clit.
So what if he liked packing shit?
It was an even trade.

He got her off like none before.
She nearly rubbed the kitty raw
Before his highness made a score;
Collapsed upon the bed.
When he revived she sucked his cock.
Though little, it was like a rock.
The heat she gathered was a shock.
She'd never given head.

He locked her in the tower high;
So far from a rapacious eye
That, when it came to by-and-by,
She still was nice and tight.
The royal queen he rarely saw.
Like Snow White's mom, she was a whore,
Was always begging men for more,
Especially one dark knight.

II

'Oh, mirrior mirror on the wall,
Tell who's the sexiest of all?
And who is it the young studs call
After the king's to bed?
Let's face it mirror, I'm still hot,
And unlike that naïve young snot
I know of every tender spot.
I'm not just talking head.'

'It's sad to say, my well-worn queen,
But pretty Snow is just eighteen,
And, unlike you, she's still pristine.
No key has broached the lock.
She turns all lustful men away.
At least she has until today.
You'd better hope it stays that way
Or you'll be out of cock.'

'Why wear a worn out, stretched out shoe,
When you can strap on something new,
That hasn't got a single clue,
That's tighter than a vise?
You'd better check your crystal ball.
I think I hear a caterwaul.
Is your dark knight still at the wall,
Or into something nice?'

'That little bitch is just too sweet.
She makes me feel so, Obsolete!
I think perhaps a little treat;
A potent magic spell.
But first I'd better check on her
And see that she is still demure.
There'd better be no kitty purr
Beneath my beast from hell!'

After the queen looked in on Snow,
And found no case of vertigo,
Which eased her mind of all it's woe,
She read her magic book.
It took her over half the night,
Beside the flick'ring candlelight,
To find a spell that was just right.
An apple was the hook.

~

She later hit the royal sack
With someone extra thick, and black,
Who rode her hard around the track,
Until the early light.
He thought, though, of the pretty tart
Who's sexy ass was like a heart,
Who's sweet young cunt was sure to smart,
If he got on that flight.

~

'You'll like this one, my mirrored friend.
This spell, I think, will never end;
Unless the prince cares to suspend
His joy of sucking cock.
A shiny apple, tasty, sweet;
One bite is all she'll have to eat
To make the magic spell complete.
She'll drop just like a rock.'

III

Snow White was in a listless sleep.
She never even made a peep
When fingers probed her pussy deep.
The seven were irate.
'Go get the prince. They say his kiss
Will wake her from this deep abyss,
So we can have a crack at this.'
All seven boasted eight.

They found the prince behind a rock.
His lips around a nasty cock.
'My God, what are you doing Doc?'
‘The guy can really blow!'
After the prince slurped down the load,
(Which was a ghastly episode),
The seven dragged him down the road,
And made him kiss sweet Snow.

She slowly opened up her eyes,
And found her dress above her thighs;
Saw seven perverts on the rise,
And knew she was in shit.
The queen peered in her crystal ball.
‘Oh mirror mirror on the wall,
I think Snow White's about to bawl.'
She licked her lips with spit.

~

'Oh, please don't touch my naughty spot.
I'm not a floozy, hot to trot.
I said don't touch that goddamned spot!
My clit is getting sore.
I plan to say my vows in white.
I plan on being virgin tight
When I succumb to some brave knight.
Who wants a two-bit whore?'

'And yet I'm anxious for the day
That I'm no longer in dismay.
I know I shouldn't be that way,
But I like that a lot.
Oh, what the hell! But use some spit.
Hey you! Get here and kiss my tit.
Before this girl submits to it,
You'll have to get her hot.'

~

The king, though married to the queen,
Adored a girl who's eyes were green.
So what if she was just nineteen
and he was forty two?
The queen, though married to the king,
At every midnight had a fling
Beneath a knight who's nasty thing
Was nearly ten plus two.

While nearby Snow White’s well-worn bed,
(She had to keep the kitty fed),
Seven studs, who's pricks were red
From too much overuse.
The fruity prince? I'd rather not
Get into that which got him hot.
It really doesn't hit the spot.
I'm straight, with no excuse…