Futa Hansel and Gretel collection
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Futa Hansel and Gretel Collection
(A Futa-on-Female, Futa-on-Futa, BDSM, Fairy Tale Erotica)
(Three Fairy Tales of The World of Futas)
by
Reed James
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Table of Contents
Futa Hansel and Gretel Collection
Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Hansel and Gretel Collection”
Other Futa Fairy Tales
Gretel's Futa Seduction
Gretel's Futa Seduction
Wicked Futa Witch
Wicked Futa Witch
Futa's Wicked Spell
Futa's Wicked Spell
Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Hansel and Gretel Collection”
Hansel froze at the sight of her step-sister, Gretel, bending over to pick up something from their small cottage's floor. The girl's blue skirts hugged her rear in a way that excited the nineteen-year-old futa. Hansel's girl-dick grew hard beneath her brown skirts. The futa bit her lip, her curvaceous body trembling as her pussy grew hot. Her big, pillowy tits jiggled in her low-cut bodice, lined with lace, while her long, blonde hair, gathered in a braid that fell down to her own rear, swayed.
She licked her lips, nipples poking at the front of her bodice. What a beauty. Why does she have to be my step-sister?
Hansel had loved her step-sister for as long she could remember. Her own mother died when Hansel was but a babe at the breast. Her futa-mother remarried Gretel's mother not long after when the girl herself was only a babe, a year younger than Hansel. There was not a memory the futa had that didn't include her eighteen-year-old step-sister. They played together, romping through the edges of the woods around their cottage, swimming in a small pond, racing through meadows of wild flowers in the shadows of the towering Alps.
But as Gretel grew older, and her body developed, things changed. Hansel's thoughts turned to Gretel's petite and innocent form, the way her breasts budded into small handfuls that her tight bodice emphasized, or the way her skirts now fell over that sleek curve of her hips and ass. Her golden-blonde hair, gathered in a pair of pigtails, danced about her face, her cheeks always rosy with her maiden's blush.
Why, oh why, does she have to be my step-sister?
Gretel's ass wiggled at Hansel as the girl kept fumbling at the floor, scrambling to pick something up. Hansel didn't know what, her attention wholly fixed on that delicious derrière before her. She reached down, adjusting her girl-cock in her bloomers, trying not to make her growing bulge at all apparent.
Then, after what felt like a heart-pounding, dick throbbing eternity, Gretel straightened. She threw a look over her shoulder, blue eyes flashing, her smile birthing radiant dimples in her glowing cheeks. “Were you staring at my rear, futa-sister dear?”
Hansel spluttered. “Of course not.” She swallowed, her taboo desires burning so hot in her. To love Gretel, to kiss her, to strip her naked, to penetrate her innocence ached through the futa. Her bloomers drank in the pussy juices flowing out of her hot cunt. “Just...staring at the wall.”
Gretel looked at the wall before her, made of logs stuffed with mud between them. Then she looked back. “Really.” She wiggled her hips. “And not at my cute derrière?”
Hansel swallowed. A tremble raced through her, the sway of her sister's skirts drawing her eyes back to that rear for a moment. Her futa-cock throbbed, aching even harder. “Of course not.”
A pouty look shot at Hansel over Gretel's shoulder. “Are you saying my derrière isn't cute?” Her hands slid to her hips, pulling tight the fabric of her skirt, molding the linen even tighter to her rear. “Is there something wrong with it?”
Hansel's mouth went dry as she thought, She's not wearing her bloomers. What is going on? Does she...?
An impossible hope seized the futas. “It's...a very lovely...derrière. Very...cute.”
Gretel wiggled her ass. “And that's what you're looking at. Don't lie now, Hansel. Goddess doesn't like liars.”
Hansel swallowed, cheeks burning as she lusted after her younger sister's ass. “Yes. Yes, I was.”
Gretel's hands pulled up her skirt. Hansel's heart quickened. She'd seen her step-sister naked when they were children, but it had been many years since she'd glimpsed Gretel's calves. They were pale and sleek. Then her skirt lifted higher, revealing back of knees that led to lush thighs. Blood thundered through the futa's ears.
“Gretel?” she croaked.
“Just giving you an unobstructed view,” her younger sister said, the skirt climbing higher, nearing the swell of her derrière. “Since you're always staring, I'd thought you'd like to see me bare for a change.”
Before Hansel could protest that, the skirt unveiled two pale butt-cheeks, pressed tight together. Both so round and delicious. Between her thighs, a blonde bush grew golden and thick, hiding her innocent treasure.
“Gretel,” croaked Hansel. “What are you doing? Mother might catch us.”
To find out what happens next, read on!
Other Futa Fairy Tales
Futa Cinderella Collection
Futa Red Riding Hood Collection
Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection
Futa Beauty and the Beast Collection
Snow White and the Seven Futas Collection
Futa Sleeping Beauty Collection
Futa Little Mermaid Collection
Gretel's Futa Seduction
Futa Hansel and Gretel 1
(A Fairy Tale of The World of Futas)
by
Reed James
Gretel's Futa Seduction
Hansel froze at the sight of her step-sister, Gretel, bending over to pick up something from their small cottage's floor. The girl's blue skirts hugged her rear in a way that excited the nineteen-year-old futa. Hansel's girl-dick grew hard beneath her brown skirts. The futa bit her lip, her curvaceous body trembling as her pussy grew hot. Her big, pillowy tits jiggled in her low-cut bodice, lined with lace, while her long, blonde hair, gathered in a braid that fell down to her own rear, swayed.
She licked her lips, nipples poking at the front of her bodice. What a beauty. Why does she have to be my step-sister?
Hansel had loved her step-sister for as long she could remember. Her own mother died when Hansel was but a babe at the breast. Her futa-mother remarried Gretel's mother not long after when the girl herself was only a babe, a year younger than Hansel. There was not a memory the futa had that didn't include her eighteen-year-old step-sister. They played together, romping through the edges of the woods around their cottage, swimming in a small pond, racing through meadows of wild flowers in the shadows of the towering Alps.
Why, oh why, does she have to be my step-sister?
Gretel's ass wiggled at Hansel as the girl kept fumbling at the floor, scrambling to pick something up. Hansel didn't know what, her attention wholly fixed on that delicious derrière before her. She reached down, adjusting her girl-cock in her bloomers, trying not to make her growing bulge at all apparent.
Then, after what felt like a heart-pounding, dick throbbing eternity, Gretel straightened. She threw a look over her shoulder, blue eyes flashing, her smile birthing radiant dimples in her glowing cheeks. “Were you staring at my rear, futa-sister dear?”
Hansel spluttered. “Of course not.” She swallowed, her taboo desires burning so hot in her. To love Gretel, to kiss her, to strip her naked, to penetrate her innocence ached through the futa. Her bloomers drank in the pussy juices flowing out of her hot cunt. “Just...staring at the wall.”
Gretel looked at the wall before her, made of logs stuffed with mud between them. Then she looked back. “Really.” She wiggled her hips. “And not at my cute derrière?”
Hansel swallowed. A tremble raced through her, the sway of her sister's skirts drawing her eyes back to that rear for a moment. Her futa-cock throbbed, aching even harder. “Of course not.”
A pouty look shot at Hansel over Gretel's shoulder. “Are you saying my derrière isn't cute?” Her hands slid to her hips, pulling tight the fabric of her skirt, molding the linen even tighter to her rear. “Is there something wrong with it?”
Hansel's mouth went dry as she thought, She's not wearing her bloomers. What is going on? Does she...?
An impossible hope seized the futas. “It's...a very lovely...derrière. Very...cute.”
Gretel wiggled her ass. “And that's what you're looking at. Don't lie now, Hansel. Goddess doesn't like liars.”
Hansel swallowed, cheeks burning as she lusted after her younger sister's ass. “Yes. Yes, I was.”
Gretel's hands pulled up her skirt. Hansel's heart quickened. She'd seen her step-sister naked when they were children, but it had been many years since she'd glimpsed Gretel's calves. They were pale and sleek. Then her skirt lifted higher, revealing back of knees that led to lush thighs. Blood thundered through the futa's ears.
“Gretel?” she croaked.
“Just giving you an unobstructed view,” her younger sister said, the skirt climbing higher, nearing the swell of her derrière. “Since you're always staring, I'd thought you'd like to see me bare for a change.”
Before Hansel could protest that, the skirt unveiled two pale butt-cheeks, pressed tight together. Both so round and delicious. Between her thighs, a blonde bush grew golden and thick, hiding her innocent treasure.
“Gretel,” croaked Hansel. “What are you doing? Mother might catch us.”
“She went to market,” Gretel said, her voice tight for a moment. Neither sibling liked their new step-mother. When Gretel's mother passed away three years ago, their futa-mother remarried once again.
To a horrid woman who always punished the two for any misdeed.
“She'll be gone until late afternoon.” Gretel wiggled her hips as she walked backwards towards Hansel. “And I cannot stand it. I stare at your big tits all the time, Hansel. You make me so wet and tingly... Down there.”
Hansel's pussy clenched, wet and tingly, her dick throbbing as it thrust from the folds of her pussy where her clit would be found if she were a girl like Gretel.
“And I'm tired of it. You should have claimed me when I turned eighteen.” Gretel stood only a foot away now, that ass in arm's reach. “So...futa-sister dear, are you going to have the courage now. Or do I have to rip off your dress.”
Hansel swallowed. Her hand reached out. She shuddered, touching the smooth butt-cheeks of her younger step-sister. The futa's cock throbbed, her pussy squeezing tight, flooding more juices into her bloomers. A groan escaped her throat as she felt that wonderful ass. Her other hand joined the fun, cupping both cheeks, squeezing.
Gretel made delightful purrs, wiggling her hips. Hansel's fingers pulled apart her butt-cheeks, flashing a puckered sphincter, dark and winking. Strange lusts shot through the futa. Her hands explored lower, reaching for the other treasure she'd lusted for.
“Oh, Hansel, yes.” Gretel groaned. “Rub my hot little pussy. Squeeze my ass. I want you. You're my futa. I don't care that you're my futa-sister. I want to be your wife. I will be your wife, won't I?”
“Yes,” groaned Hansel, surrendering to her little sister's will, entranced by the silky feel of her pubic hair.
And then the wet heat of her pussy. Hansel's dick throbbed as she rubbed her sister's snatch. Her fingers stroked up and down the groove, stirring through the tight folds. Gretel's snatch felt so much like her own except no cock thrust from her pussy lips, forcing them apart.
But she did find something small, something throbbing. Gretel hissed in her breath as Hansel rubbed the clit. Then such wanton purrs came from her little sister's mouth. Blonde pigtails swayed as Gretel shivered.
“That's it, futa-sister dear,” groaned the younger girl. “Oh, yes, you're going to love me.”
“I've always loved you,” Hansel said, pressing her large breasts into her little sister's back. Her nipples throbbed through the fabric, aching and drinking in the sensations of pressing tight against her.
“Hansel,” the girl groaned, her hips wiggling as the futa rubbed at her clit. “You're mine.”
“Yours, sweet sister.”
Hansel leaned forward, her dick throbbing in her skirt. She humped into Gretel's ass, her left hand sweeping around her sister's body to cup her small breasts through the bodice of her dress, feeling a poking nipple. Her lips found Gretel's neck, sucking on it, nibbling, tasting her.
Gretel sighed, wiggling her ass back into Hansel's dick. The futa wished nothing separated her girl-cock from her sister's flesh. But her hands were too busy to do anything about it. She diddled her sister's clit and squeezed Gretel's breast, making her moan and whimper, bringing such delight to her.
And that made Hansel harder.
“Yes, yes, yes, love me,” groaned Gretel. “Oh, Hansel, my futa-sister dear. Oh, I love you. Keep rubbing me. You're going to give me such pleasure.”
“Like making you cum?” the futa groaned, knowing all about that from her futa-friends in the village. Those who've been with girls told about the exquisite delight of cumming in their pussies.
“Yes!” Gretel hissed. “Make me cum, futa-sister dear.”
Hansel sucked harder at her sister's neck, nibbling on that sweeping arc. Her fingers danced on the slippery clit, rubbing on it while Gretel shuddered, her hips undulating. The futa's throbbing cock ached in her bloomers. She dry-humped harder on her sister's ass, her hand clenching on her breast, massaging that nipple.
Gretel's moans grew louder, swelling through their family's small cottage, built by their futa-woodswomen mother. Her passion built, juices flowing hotter from her pussy, coating Hansel's hand. A sweet musk rose in the air, a heady scent different from Hansel's own pussy.
That's her musk. I'm making her feel so good.
“Hansel!” panted Gretel. “Make me cum! Love my body.”
“Yes, sweet sister.”
Hansel pinched her little sister's nipple through her bodice. The girl bucked in the futa's arms. She let out a squeaking gasp. Hansel rubbed harder on Gretel's clit, guided by an instinct to please her little sister.
The girl screamed when she convulsed. Her ass rubbed back into Hansel's dick, making it ache, on the verge of erupting. Juices flooded across the futa's hand while the little clit throbbed beneath her fing
ers.
“You're cumming!” Hansel gasped in delighted amazement. “You're cumming, Gretel!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” her sister moaned. “You wonderful futa! My futa! Yes!”
* * *
Gretel trembled in her older futa-stepsister's arms. Her moans sang out through the cottage. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, the rapture stirred by Hansel. Gretel feared her older futa-sister would never have the courage to cross the line into the forbidden.
So she had to make it happen by taking charge of Hansel and giving them both what they craved.
She trembled, blinking through the euphoria flooding out of her pussy. Her clit ached, massaged by Hansel's delicate fingers. She broke out of her futa-sister's arms, whirling around and panting, staring with such hunger at Hansel's busty form.
Her hands went to her futa-sister's bodice, squeezing those big, soft tits through linen. Fat nipples, dwarfing Gretel's little nubs, poked at the fabric. She found them, pinching them hard and making her older futa-stepsister whimper.
“Gretel,” groaned Hansel, her blue eyes glazed with lust. The futa brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking Gretel's juices from them.
“Do I taste good, futa-sister dear?” purred Gretel, an excitement surging through her.”
“Yes,” blushed Hansel, her cheeks growing rosy.
Ooh, she is so cute when she blushes, thought Gretel.
Gretel captured her futa-sister's lips in a kiss, rising on her toes to reach. She tasted something sweet, her own pussy, along with the taste of her futa-sister's mouth. She plunged her tongue past plump lips, exploring Hansel's mouth.
She groaned, savoring sharing their love. Hansel's hands went around Gretel's waist, grabbing her ass through her skirt, the linen falling back down when she let go. Her hands went to the laces of Hansel's bodice, loosening knots.
Freeing her futa-sister's tits.
Her hands slid into Hansel's bodice, feeling those big, pillowy mounds. She cupped the warm, silky breasts, hefting them with her hands. Hansel kissed Gretel harder, hand squeezing harder on her ass, pulling them close.