Blow White and the Seven Sluts
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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“AHHHH!”
A collective shriek of high pitch shrieks jolted me from my sleep. I got up, still groggy, making out seven figures in the corner of the room. They were seven really hot, but scared girls.
I got out of their beds immediately, raising up my hands in deference.
“Wait! This isn’t what it looks like. Please let me explain!”
Their looks of fear turned into one more of curiosity. Who was this person? What was he doing here? And why did he look so handsome? I could practically hear them say.
I grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, recounting the tale of how I ended up at their quaint little cottage in the woods.
It was hard to remember, especially hard since everything was so hazy but I did retain my memory on the important bits.
“I’m Blow White,” I started, introducing myself to the rest.
They faces still bore the look of confusion.
“I mean my name is Blow, but you can also call me Mr. White.”
“Ohh! Hello Blow! How do you do!” a long, sexy, slender arm reached out to shake my hand.
My heart jumped, at least I was getting some sort of favorable response.
“I’m fine now, thank you, and what is your name?”
“I’m Horny.”
My mind blanked for a second.
“Um, excuse me?” I replied, cocking an eyebrow.
Another girl interjected, “No, she means her name is Horny, don’t ask.”
I shrugged.
“Well, I can be horny too,” smiling slightly to the giggles of Horny and some others.
“So I’m Blow White, the most handsome hunk of all of fairy tale land and beyond. And the evil Queen wants me dead because I had a one night stand with her and never called back. So she asked her magic mirror one day why I did not, the damn thing told her I thought she was too ugly. The evil bitch sent this foxy hunter babe after me too, but I bested her with my good looks and fucked her till she decided to bring back the dick of another animal to prove that I was dead,” I explained.
A hand raised from the shadows.
“So… why’re you here?” she asked.
“Well, I’m getting to that. After that hunter babe left I wandered deeper into the forest. I have nowhere to go ya see, I can’t go back for the Queen will have my dick, so the only way forward was through the spooky forest of sexy things. I got lost there and passed out, when I came to, somehow I spotted your cottage. I was so exhausted I just came in, grabbed a beer from the fridge and passed out on your beds. I’m sorry for doing this, but I just wasn’t thinking straight.”
The girls eyes widened, their mouths agape from my epic tale of awesomeness. Hopefully from the kindness at the bottom of their hearts, they would let me stay.
I followed where their eyes were staring, first at my handsome chiseled face, but they slowly started looking down at the enormous bulge I had in my pants.
“Um, haha ladies,” I said, “Well I haven’t gotten to know your names yet.”
One girl stood up in front of the rest, I could not help but notice the gigantic, yet perfectly shaped melons she had between her shoulders, it was clear she was the leader of the bunch.
“I’m Busty, girls, introduce yourselves.”
A girl eyeing me intensely got up.
“I… I’m Lusty, honey. And my, you do look… so handsome.” A sickly sweet seductive voice filled my ears. I felt a stirring in my loins.
“Well you know me already, I’m Horny, and if you really have to know, yes I’m perpetually horny, I had to shake your left hand just now because my right hand is currently… busy.”
“Ah,” I replied, pretending there was nothing odd about a band of hot women hiding in a cottage in the middle of the forest.
From the corner of my eye, a shy looking girl stood up, she was a comparably beautiful as the rest.
“Um, I’m Drippy.”
“Hi Drippy,” I replied, summoning my friendliest voice possible.
“Why’re you called Drippy?” I asked innocently.
“Um,” her face looked so cute when she blushed, “When I um, lose myself, I… drip a lot.”
“Oh…kay,” I replied, not sure what that was supposed to mean.
Only three girls were left to introduce themselves. One was clad in her underwear while the other was entirely nude.
I was starting to get the hang of their names.
“Lemme guess,” I said, pointing at the one in underwear.
“You must be… undie?” I ventured.
“No,” she smiled, “I’m Panty.”
My gaze moved on to the nude one. I knew the rest were hot, but this one literally blew my mind. How did I not notice her earlier? The other girls watched in amazement as my bulge started to throb at the sight of her.
“You must be… Nudie.” I said triumphantly, keeping with the pattern of names ending with ‘ly’ or ‘lie’.
“Close,” she smiled seductively as her eyelashes fluttered.
“I’m Nakie.”
I smiled.
“Close enough,” I said.
There was one last girl, the only one who still had a fearful look on her face. She seemed extremely suspicious of me which was terrible because I desperately needed to gain their trust so that I could hide out here for awhile. She looked like the only one who would be happy to see me go.
“Um…” I started.
“You’re called ‘Grumpy’?” venturing a pretty pathetic guess.
“Lesbo,” she said tersely.
Ohhh. Lesbo. Now it all makes sense to me now. How can everyone else have names ending with ‘ly’ or ‘lie’ and she be the only one called ‘Lesbo’? Well, whatever, I think I knew why she had no interest in me now.