Snow White

For months, he told me stories about Goldilocks.  She would sneak into the house and try the bears' beds.  They would come home from the woods and find her there, take turns fucking her, their huge bear cocks hurting her small pussy.

"How old is she?" I would ask as I masturbated.  He would tell me 18 or 19, and I would say she was 14.  Her long golden hair, her small breasts, bears' cocks in her hands while another bear slammed himself into her over and over again.

It was a good story, and I liked the variations.  "Which bear are you?" I asked.  "How does her pussy feel?"  He would tell me it felt small and tight around his big bear dick.  Warm and slippery.  If he went third, her pussy would be already full of bear come.

Then he told me a story about Snow White.  The dwarves had wanted her for so long.  So one night she tiptoes through the house naked.  The dwarves are hiding.  One tackles her and spreads her legs with his hands and sticks his big dwarf cock into her.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Happy," he said.

The dwarves take turns.  Of course, boyfriend is Sleepy.  "Would you like to fuck her first, or last?" I ask.  He says first, and I tell him that he might have a better chance at impregnating her if he goes last.  Hopefully she's ovulating.

Last night he told a version of the story where the dwarves take turns holding her down while one fucks away at her hole.  I like that one, and while I masturbated I imagined Snow White struggling.

ring ritual

I got a wedding ring in the mail.  When I opened the large bubble envelope, I saw a spider in there.  It was alive, moving around.  I didn't know what to do.

Boyfriend took over for me, extricating the small box, and I started wearing the ring when I was out.  But we hadn't done a ritual around it.

"I want to touch your penis with this ring," I told him.

"That sounds good," he said.

We went to bed.  I raised the ring to his lips, making him kiss it, and I kissed it too, while he played with my tits.

I touched his cock.  "Tell me I'm going to suck it," I said.

"You're going to suck it," he said.

So I did suck it, and it was nice and hard.  "It's been a while," I said.  I liked gagging on it.  I felt greedy for it.

"I'm going to put the ring around my clitoris and then I want you to fuck me and then I want you to ejaculate on it," I said.

That sounded good to him.

He climbed onto me and slid into my cunt so smoothly.  He fucked me, and we were both excited.  I liked imagining the ring there, around my clitoris, and I could feel it there, wanted, as he pumped himself in and out of me.

"You want me to come on the ring, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He pulled out of me and was there between my legs, ejaculating on the ring.  I was happy.

Then I masturbated as he touched my tits.

"Call me your beautiful slut," I requested.

"You're my beautiful slut," he said as I rubbed myself.  My clitoris felt strange surrounded by the ring, and I liked the unusual.

"Again," I said.

"You're my beautiful slut," he said.

"I'm going to come," I said.  My back arched, and I felt the rising and then the crashing as my pussy spasmed and spasmed.

Then we cuddled.  I removed the ring from my cunt and held it in my right hand.  I felt it had been sanctified.  I washed it off and wore it this morning.

I wondered what kind of sign it was that I'd found a spider in the envelope.  Friends told me it was a good sign.