by Reed James
CRACK!
“So start licking!”
CRACK!
“Clean up your sister's pussy, futa-whore!”
CRACK!
“Clean up your mess!”
Hansel's ass burned from the spankings. The agony throbbed across her rear, compelling her tongue to lap through her sister's deflowered pussy. She gathered her own salty futa-cum mixed with Gretel's sweet cream. The flavors mixed in her mouth. Shame washed through the futa for enjoying the taste of her own girl-seed.
Her pussy grew hotter. Her dick swelling harder.
CRACK!
“That's it,” groaned the step-mother. “Just lap up that sweet pussy. Clean up all your futa-cum!”
CRACK!
Gretel let out a whimper, her eyes fluttering. Her body twitched. Hansel knew her sister couldn't help the pleasure stirred by her tongue sliding through that pussy. The futa worshiped this pussy. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore her step-mother as she licked and lapped. She probed her tongue into her sister's depths, plunging into the very territory her futa-cock had opened up only minutes ago.
Gretel whimpered again. Her small, firm tits jiggled. The sight made Hansel's dick ache more. Her ass absorbed the spanking cracks of her step-mother's hand. The pain mixed with the excitement. The confused futa didn't understand why her girl-cock ached more and more, grew harder and harder.
Pussy juices dripped down her thighs.
“That's it, just lap up all that yummy futa-cum from your sister's snatch,” hissed the step-mother.
CRACK!
“She loves it, don't you, Gretel?”
“I do,” the girl moaned. “But you don't have to keep spanking her!”
CRACK!
“She has to be punished for being such a futa-whore,” moaned the step-mother. Her hand squeezed Gretel's burning ass. “Mmm, she's needs to be taught her lesson.”
CRACK!
“I seduced her!” Gretel moaned, her hips undulating, smearing her blonde-furred cunt across Hansel's hungry mouth.
CRACK!
“And?” moaned the step-mother, her hand lingering again on Hansel's burning ass.
The step-mother squeezed, the pain flaring in Hansel's ass. She moaned into her sister's pussy, her tongue swirling through Gretel's depths. The futa hungered for more of her cum, lapping out every drop she could find. The salty taste, seasoned with her sister's sweet cream, sent such wanton thrills through the futa.
CRACK!
Just like the spanking hand of her step-mother falling on her ass.
“Her pussy's dripping juices,” groaned the step-mother. “Gretel, your futa-sister is such a whore. Do you see her cock? She's hard again. She's getting off on being spanked.”
Gretel shuddered, letting out a whimpering moan.
“Mmm, you're going to cum on your futa-sister's whore mouth, aren't you?”
“Yes, Mother,” Gretel whimpered.
CRACK!
“Make her cum, little futa-whore,” growled the step-mother. “That's what you're for. You're here to service us.”
CRACK!
“I'm sorry, my sweet Hansel,” panted Gretel, her body quivering, firm tits bouncing.
Hansel kept licking her little sister, unable to stop. She ran out of cum to devour, but Gretel had plenty of sweet cream for the futa to enjoy. Hansel drank it down, her ass on fire. The pain throbbed down to her pussy, making it clench and her futa-dick to twitch. Juices ran down her thighs and cock, tickling her, making her tremble.
She moaned with every spank, confused why she enjoyed it. The pain sweetened the ache in her pussy and dick. Her tears fell down her cheeks, mixing with her sister's sweet pussy. She groaned and gasped as she feasted.
“My dear futa-sister!” howled Gretel, her body suddenly bucking.
“Yes!” hissed the step-mother.
CRACK!
“You made her cum! That's all your whore-mouth is good for!”
Humiliation swirled through Hansel as she lapped up the sweet flood gushing out of her little sister's pussy. Gretel bucked and spasmed, squeaking out her rapture as her small body quivered. Her firm tits jiggled. Pigtails danced. Then she collapsed on the bed. Her body quivered as Hansel lapped her tongue up her sister's pussy a few more times, savoring the sweet cream.
“Now it's time to please Mommy with that whore-cock!” the step-mother hissed.
“What?” Gretel gasped, bucking up from her stupor.
Hansel groaned as her step-mother pushed her onto her back. The older woman, the bodice of her black dress already loosened, pulled it off. Her round tits, topped by red nipples, spilled out. A raven-black bush nestled between pale thighs. With deft skill, the older woman mounted the futa, grasping Hansel's dick and guiding it to her pussy.
“No!” Gretel snarled. “You can't fuck Hansel!”
“You fucked the little futa-whore,” groaned the step-mother, rubbing Hansel's dick through her thick pussy lips, juicy and hot. “So can I!”
“But...” spluttered Gretel. “What about Futa-Mother! You're her wife!”
“And?”
Hansel groaned as her step-mother's pussy sank down her dick. The older woman lacked Gretel's tightness, but she was still silky and hot. Pleasure shot down Hansel's dick. The futa groaned, unable to help herself, not wanting to enjoy this in front of Gretel.
“Ooh, what a cock you have, Hansel,” moaned the step-mother. “So much bigger than your futa-mother's little twig. Mmm, this is a dick to enjoy.”
“No!” Gretel hissed. “She's mine!”
“Oh, you can share this whore's dick,” the step-mother panted, rising back up Hansel's dick. “Else I'll tell your futa-mother that Hansel attacked us and overpowered us and violated our pussies over and over. She'll be so angry she'll take her ax and cut off Hansel's pretty head.”
Fear struck Hansel even through the pleasure of her step-mother's pussy sliding up and down her dick.
“You would do that!” hissed Gretel. “You evil bitch!”
“So we'll just enjoy her together,” moaned their step-mother, her pussy clenching on Hansel's dick as she slid up it before impaling her cheating, married cunt back down it. “We'll use this whore's cock and mouth. We'll fuck her pussy with our strap-on dildos. Ooh, the fun we shall have while your futa-mother is out chopping wood.”
Gretel's eyes blazed. “Stop enjoying it, Hansel!”
“I'm sorry, Gretel,” Hansel moaned. “I can't help it.”
“She's just a submissive futa-whore,” purred the step-mother, her round tits bouncing before her. “Oooh, yes, with a huge cock. Mmm, Gretel, we shall enjoy her greatly. Even after you're married, you can come and visit your futa-sister. We'll share her together. Come sit on her face. We can kiss and love each other as we use the whore.”
“She's not your whore!” Gretel blazed. “She's my futa!”
“Ooh, your futa-mother will be so disappointed in Hansel,” panted the step-mother, leaning over Hansel. “Unless you show that you're willing to share. Come suck on my tits, my sweet daughter, and prove that you will. Or the first thing your futa-mother hears when she comes home this evening is how Hansel violated us both.”
“You are an evil bitch!” Gretel hissed. Then she leaned over, her pigtails swaying, and sucked on their step-mother's nipple.
“I am,” moaned the step-mother, her pussy clamping down hard on Hansel's dick, sending pleasure through the futa. “Mmm, yes, suck on that nipple.”
Hansel groaned, trying to fight the pleasure building in the depths of her pussy. Her ovaries ached, her step-mother's pussy too hot. Especially when she watched her sister suck on the older woman's breasts. Another sin, homosexuality.
And it made Hansel's pussy so hot, her dick so hard.
She groaned and squirmed. Her step-mother moaned, cradling Gretel to her round breast, holding the girl's golden pigtails. Gretel's wet sucks echoed, mixing with the married woman's pants and Hansel's straining groans.
“Yes, yes, yes, I'm going to cu
m so hard on this beautiful futa-dick,” panted the step-mother. “Oh, Hansel, you are such a good whore. You're going to please your sister and your mother so much.”
“Yes...Mother,” Hansel groaned.
Her words of submission set off the step-mother. She let out a throaty moan, slamming her pussy down Hansel's dick. Then her mature cunt spasmed, writhing about the futa's hard cock. Pleasure shot through Hansel, her snatch clenching, her ovaries twitching.
With a grunt, her cum fired into her step-mother's pussy. She violated her futa-mother's wife. Guilt and lust shot through Hansel. The pleasure slammed into her mind as her cock unloaded blast after blast of girl-jizz.
“Such a sweet futa-whore!” mewled the step-mother. “Oh, yes, we're going to enjoy her so much, Gretel, dear. Mmm, I'll teach you everything I know.”
An hour later, Hansel lay panting on the bed, just finished lapping her second load of cum out of her step-mother's pussy. The woman's lusts were finally satiated. Gretel sat nearby, her own lips smeared with the older woman's pussy juices.
“What are we going to do?” Hansel whimpered, grabbing Gretel's hand. “I just want you. Not her. It's not right.”
“It's not,” Gretel said. “We have to go into the woods, find our futa-mother, and tell her what that evil bitch has done. That she forced us to pleasure her. Then it'll be her head cut off, not yours.”
“But...the woods. We aren't allowed to go as deep as Futa-Mother. We'll get lost.”
“Not if we're careful.” Gretel squeezed Hansel's hand back. “Are you with me, futa-sister dear?”
“Of course, sweet sister. I'll follow you anywhere.”
To be continued...
Wicked Futa Witch
Futa Hansel and Gretel 2
(A Fairy Tale of The World of Futas)
by
Reed James
Wicked Futa Witch
“Let's go,” Gretel hissed to her older futa-stepsister. “We need to leave before she comes back. Unless you want to be her toy and help her defile our futa-mother's marriage?”
“Of course not,” Hansel said, the busty futa trembling, gripping the loaf of bread they filched from the pantry. Though nineteen, Gretel's futa-sister looked even more terrified than the eighteen-year-old girl felt.
“We'll find Futa-mother in the woods and tell her all about her whore-wife's actions,” Gretel said, taking Hansel's slim hand. She gave it a squeeze, smiling at her futa-stepsister. “Okay, futa-sister dear?”
“Yes, sweet sister,” Hansel said, squeezing back, her round face growing relaxed. “I can do this.”
“Good, because I'm not sharing you with that woman!”
This morning, Gretel had finally seduced her futa-stepsister. After months of an attraction growing between the young girl and the futa, she finally grew impatient waiting for Hansel to grab her and kiss her and take her innocence. She'd wiggled her slim ass and gave Hansel smoking looks all the time, but the futa never acted, scared of the taboo nature of their relationship. Though they weren't related by blood, they had grown up together. They were sisters in every other sense of the word.
So when Gretel finally took charge of the seduction and experienced the taboo passion of her futa-sister's lips and girl-cock, she'd exploded in rapture. Hansel claimed her virginity, ramming so deep and hard into her. She'd writhed beneath the busty futa, her petite body pressed against Hansel's curvaceous form.
And just when they reached their moment of peak rapture, their bodies cumming together and hot futa-seed flooding Gretel's depths, their horrid step-mother caught them. She spanked Hansel, calling her a futa-whore. While Gretel got off on the spanking and Hansel's tears, especially since Hansel was also eating out her cum-filled pussy at the time, the young girl did not like her step-mother fucking Hansel.
She's my futa! You selfish bitch! And you have Futa-mother! You should be faithful to her! Gretel refused to share her futa with their wicked step-mother. But the woman threatened to tell their futa-mother that Hansel had forced herself on both women. Then their futa-mother would be so wroth she'd use her ax to kill Hansel.
Futa-mother's going to kill you, Mother, when we tell her what you've done.
But they had to find their futa-mother. She cut trees deep in the woods where Gretel and Hansel were both forbidden to go. The woods were dense, a labyrinth of bushes, the trees so thick sunlight didn't penetrate through the pine boughs. But they had no choice. They had to be brave.
Her golden-blonde pigtails bouncing about her shoulders, the petite girl lead her futa-stepsister into the woods, Hansel leaving behind a trail of bread crumbs.
At first, Gretel marched with confidence, Hansel clutching her hand and trailing behind the girl. She followed the same trail their futa-mother always did. But soon the trail diverged in different directions, branching over and over. She kept heading down the one she felt was right as they passed through the creaking trees, the woods gloomy. Birds chirped overhead and animals rustled through the brush.
After an hour, she knew they were lost. But she pressed on undaunted because her futa-sister ripped off pieces of bread, leaving a trail behind them they could follow back to their home or to another trail to keep search.
“I don't hear any ax chopping,” Hansel said after more than an hour. “Are you sure we chose the right direction?”
“No,” Gretel said, grinding her teeth. “How can I know which is the correct one, my dear futa-sister?”
“I guess you're right.”
A wolf howled in the distance, low and mournful. Hansel let out a squeak, squeezing Gretel's hand. The younger girl threw a look over her shoulder at her older futa-sister, seeing the fear in her blue eyes, her blonde braid swaying as her head darted right and left, searching.
“Gretel,” she whimpered.
“It's okay. I'm here.” Gretel gave the futa she loved a big smile. “I'll protect you.”
“Aren't I supposed to do that?” Hansel muttered. “I'm the futa.”
Gretel turned and caressed her futa-step-sister's cheek before planting a kiss on her lips. She rose on her tiptoes to do it, pressing her body against her futa-sister's. Hansel's big breasts, constrained in her low-cut, brown dress pressed against Gretel's petite form. The girl kept kissing her older futa-sister, her tongue lightly brushing Hansel's lips until the futa's trembling slowed, stop.
“It'll be okay. Wolves avoid humans. Futa-mother always says that.” Gretel loved their futa-mother greatly, respecting her wisdom, even though she wasn't Gretel's biological futa-mother. She never knew her real futa-mother, who died in a mining accident while her mother was pregnant with her. “So we'll be fine. We have the breadcrumbs.”
“Okay,” Hansel said, giving a big smile. “Thanks.”
“I love you,” Gretel said. “And no matter what, we'll stop that bitch from ruining our lives. You're all mine. I won't share you.”
Hansel grin grew. “I love you too, sweet sister.”
Gretel shuddered, loving when her futa-sister called her that. “Okay. Let's keep going. We only have a few hours before dark.”
The step-siblings pressed on into the woods. But now Gretel felt the anxiety she calmed from her futa-sister. The deeper into the woods they went, the less confident she felt about finding their woodswoman futa-mother. The world grew darker as sunset approached. She squirmed. If they didn't find her first, their step-mother would make up horrid stories.
But night also approached. Her stomach squirmed. An owl hooted. Crickets chirped. Songbirds went quiet. Finally, she knew they couldn't go on. They'd have to retrace their steps, follow back the breadcrumbs to their cottage.
Maybe we'll bump into her on the way out.
“We have to go back, Hansel,” she said.
Her futa-sister nodded. She held up the loaf, three-quarters of it gone, the dark-brown bread torn and ragged at one end. Gretel whirled around, leading her futa-sister down the trail. The bread crumbs stood out on the ground. She saw about ten of them before the
y rounded a corner.
And watched a black crow flap away, a piece of bread in its mouth.
“Oh, no!” gasped Gretel. “Do you see any more bread on the trail?”
“No,” groaned Hansel. “Cursed birds! Why didn't we think about birds? Or other animals?”
Gretel shifted, her cheeks burning her stomach twisting worse. “Come on, we need to hurry. We'll just keep heading in this direction and find our way back.”
They hurried down the darkening trail, hoping to spot any stray breadcrumbs missed by the birds. They didn't. In a few minutes, they reached crossing paths. Gretel struggled to remember which way they came from.
“I think this way,” she said, leading her futa-sister to the right.
“I thought we came from the left,” Hansel said.
Gretel hesitated. She looked down both. The woods looked the same to here in every direction. She had to make a decision. “No, it was this way, futa-sister dear.”
“Okay, sweet sister.”
She charged down this path. In a few more minutes, they found another branching path. She went right again, the woods growing gloomier. More owls hooted. A wolf howled. She trembled, the darkness slowly swallowing up the world as they moved faster and faster. Her heart beat, a frantic drumming propelling her feet to almost run down the trail, hauling her futa-sister behind her.
They hit another intersection. She went left this time, racing down the trail, hardly able to see where she put her feet. A deep darkness engulfed them, smothering out any lights. She gasped, slowing to a walk.
“Hansel,” she whimpered.
Her futa-sister pressed into her from behind. “I'm here, sweet sister.”
“I...” She blinked back tears. “I'm sorry.”
Hansel's arms tightened on hers. “We're lost.”
She nodded her head. “We'll have to spend the night out here. In the morning, we can find our way back. When we can see.”
Hansel, trembling, let out a whimpering, “Okay.”
They found a tree to lean against, its trunk broad, and the sisters huddled together. They split the last of the bread, munching on it as the night grew colder and colder. But they were both warm, both together. Gretel closed her eyes, resting her head on her futa-step-sister's shoulder.
