Hansel and Gretel With the Sexual Hunter (6 page)

Wicka’s legs danced with spasms.

When her shaking subsided, Wicka brought Gretel up to
lie on top of her as Hansel stood up.

Gretel knew what Wicka wanted. This was the
after-orgasm cuddling so precious to every lover. Gretel held her, felt Wicka’s
arms wrap around her in a loving embrace. Wicka’s skin was warm. Soft.

Gretel heard the sound of Hansel doing something behind
her. Was he undressing himself?

“What did you whisper to Hansel earlier?”

“I told him that he should be the hunter and use his
own gun on the both of us.”

Gretel noticed her dress being raised above her waist
and gasped as the tip of Hansel pushed into her pussy. It was strange, feeling
her lover behind her while being held by a woman. Strangely comforting. As
though both Hansel and Wicka were taking care of her on this journey to another
climax.

Gretel moaned. He moved back and forth into her. Wicka
stroked Gretel’s hair and kissed her.

Then his cock left her empty.

Wicka gasped and Gretel realized she was now getting
her own share of Hansel’s weapon. Gretel watched with fascination as Wicka’s face
contorted and squeezed out tight breaths. So beautiful. So sexy. Gretel put her
hands on Wicka’s breasts and clutched down attempting a rhythm equal to Hansel’s
thrusts.

Suddenly, Wicka whimpered a sad sigh. Gretel didn’t
know why until she felt Hansel stuff herself again.

Wicka scooched down a bit to suck on Gretel’s nipple.
The woman reached between them. Gretel felt her clit being rubbed by Wicka’s talented
fingers. Jolts shot up inside her, and she arched her back.

Hansel left her empty again. Gretel opened her eyes to
see Wicka’s face at her breast. At Hansel’s next thrust, Wicka sucked in a
breath and was unable to keep her concentration focused on fingering Gretel’s
clit.

Gretel smiled and stroked Wicka’s hair.

It went on like that, Gretel feeling Hansel’s huge cock
shoved deep into her, then Wicka moaning and gasping at Hansel’s attention.

At a moment when Hansel was pounding Wicka, a surprise
finger wiggled into Gretel’s rear. Hansel must have thought it impolite to
leave her unstuffed like that.

His strong finger drilled into her butt. Gretel
clenched down feeling the thickness of his pointer move in and out of her. She
saw stars.

Then his cock returned between her thighs. Gretel
gasped. Filled in front with his delicious length, and penetrated in back with
that thick finger, ribbons of fire galloped across her skin. By the way he
moved, she swore he could feel the top of his cock with that finger deep inside
her ass. Jolts crackled throughout her body. Wicka helped out by squeezing her
chest, making her nipples harden. She clenched feeling the girth of Hansel
filling her in both places.

It was all she could bear. Her orgasm washed over her,
and she swam in jerking motions upon Wicka’s body.

Wicka shifted back to get Gretel’s face between her
legs. Yes. Gretel wanted to see Wicka’s face of ecstasy again. She inserted two
fingers inside Wicka as Hansel didn’t let up. He hammered his cock into Gretel,
shoving that finger up her ass.

Gretel thrust her fingers into Wicka as deep into her
as possible. Wicka writhed on her hand. Gretel would have enjoyed seeing Wicka’s
contorted face of pleasure if she weren’t so distracted by the unbearable
arousal caused by Hansel’s powerful penetration. And in the fire of the storm,
as Wicka shouted out, Gretel’s muscles contracted. She felt the trunk of Hansel’s
cock, his thick finger. She clenched and clenched. Her body releasing an
earthquake of devastation.

Hansel spurted inside of her, splashing his cum all
over her inner walls. Gretel buried her face in Wicka’s pussy, and Wicka began
her own quaking, shaking uncontrollably. Together they rocked and trembled,
body to body.

When the shaking and the spasms and the contractions
subsided, Gretel rested her sweaty body upon the floor.

But pleasure and comfort began to be replaced with
consequence and worry. This assassin was hired to kill us, Gretel told herself.
By our parents. She pushed herself out from under Hansel and stood.

Grabbing Hansel by the wrist, she whispered, “We have
to get out of here.”

“Like I said before,” Wicka patted and rubbed herself
to calm that area between her legs, “I decided not to kill you a long time ago.”

Gretel felt Hansel’s cum drip down her thigh. She saw
how much her hand glistened with Wicka’s juices, Wicka’s taste was still on her
lips. Intuitively, she felt she could trust Wicka.

“My real name is Marissa, by the way. And I’m leaving
the elimination business.”

“So what happens now?” Hansel started putting his pants
back on. “We still have our parents to worry about.”

Marissa stepped to her duffel bag. “I’ve got that
covered.” She retrieved a couple of passports and handed them to Hansel.

Hansel flipped through them. “They’re Swiss passports,
one for each of us.” He scrutinized the documents. “Under different names.”

“Time to start our new lives together. With new names.”
Marissa picked up a can of whipped cream. “I hear Switzerland is always looking
to support a good candy store startup with innovative desserts.” She put her
hand down his pants and grabbed his cock. “You know, there is a dessert I’ve
always wanted to try.”

Gretel strutted over to Marissa, grabbed the whipped
cream from her hand, and gave her a deep kiss. Relishing the effects Marissa’s
kiss had spurned between her legs, Gretel shook the can of cream. “Me first.”

END

A Personal
Message from the Author

I really appreciate you reading my
sexy little Hansel and Gretel story. A threesome is a BIG fantasy of this
married girl, and I always love a good popsicle. But my fantasies come in all
shapes and sizes, including getting groped at an airport, being Wonder Woman’s
daughter, discovering new sensations with a talented shape-shifter. Yum! What
fantasy or fairy tale would
you
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Thanks for reading,

Liz Adams

About the Author

Liz
Adams, author of the erotic fairy tale
Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a
Wonderful Land
, lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, CA. Her short story
Amy
“Red” Riding’s Hood
, an erotic version of
Red Riding Hood
, is an
Amazon bestseller and winner of Goodreads’ Book of the Month for October 2012.
Liz studied music and creative writing at UCLA and worked as a freelance model
before making her writing her career. In her spare time she cuddles with her
husband on the couch to watch her favorite shows and often they work together
doing research for her books. Feel free to contact Liz through Facebook at
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Excerpt from
Alice’s
Sexual Discovery
in a Wonderful Land

“Look at us,” Rabbit complained.
“We are all wet. How shall we get dry?”

“Let’s run a race!” suggested
another man. So the men all started running around without any clear indication
of where the race began or where the race ended.

To Alice the men looked like idiots
running around randomly as if it would help them dry off. Watching their cocks
bob up and down as they ran entertained her. Many of the penises were small
bouncy things, but there were a few of the men, Rabbit included, who had actual
phalluses. Long, thick trunks flopping out in front of their hips.

The men ran for what seemed like a
good fifteen minutes, trying to get ahead of one another and turning at random
points. Alice giggled and got to get a good look at their bottoms, too. Many
men had big, flabby bums, but a few of the men were blessed with firm ones,
like Rabbit.

Alice gathered up her dress and
wrung it out. The warm sun in that strange pink sky would have to do the rest.
She sat on a large rock that was probably just a small stone. But now that
Alice had shrunk to a tiny size, everything seemed huge. Although that didn’t
explain the strange colors of this wonderland.

After five more minutes of running,
the men stopped and doubled over to catch their breath. Alice watched their
buff chests inflate and deflate, their tanned skin shiny with sweat.

Through deep breaths, one of the
men managed to say, “I’m…still…wet.”

“Me…too,” another said catching his
breath.

“Let’s jump back into the lake to
return all the moisture to it.” Rabbit didn’t seem to be out of breath at all.

Alice laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Rabbit asked.

“Look at dee men,” Alice said using
her best Spanish accent. “Dey put ‘dee men’ back in ‘dementia.’ ”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Alice said smiling.
“It’s a great idea. Have at it. You can make another race of it.” It looked
like they needed direction.

So the men jumped back in and swam
all around the lake in random directions, trying to outdo each other.

A man with a buff chest and grey
ponytail climbed out first. The other men followed. Alice took a mental picture
of these nude men, everything hanging out. Yum! She called out to them, “So who
won?”

“What?” one of them asked.

“Who won the race?”

“We all did,” another said as if it
were the most obvious thing in the world. The others nodded their heads.

“What did you win?” Alice asked
amused.

One of the men rolled his eyes like
it was another stupid question and said, “Prizes.”

“And who’s giving you your prizes?”
Alice chuckled. She had to admit, having a conversation with a crowd of
clueless naked men was a blast. Just wait until she told Lois about this!

This time, the men looked at each
other as though searching for the answer.

“We need to find the box of
prizes,” the man with the grey ponytail finally said.

Then Rabbit pointed straight at
Alice and said, “She has a box of prizes!”

“What?” Then Alice realized what
Rabbit was talking about. Alice held up her hands to stop them. “Now just one
minute! I don’t have any prizes.”

“But you have a box, right?” Rabbit
said.

“Well, yes, in a manner of
speaking.”

“Let me take a look.” The grey
ponytailed elder approached Alice.

“Wait!” Alice stopped the elder in
his tracks. The grizzled man stood still as if waiting for Alice to change her
mind. She knew they wouldn’t be satisfied until someone made sure her “box” was
empty. And after that bout with Rabbit’s exploring hands, the tingling in her
body actually enjoyed the prospect of satisfying their curiosity. “Not you,”
Alice said to the elder and turned to Rabbit. “Him.”

Rabbit strode up to Alice.

Again Alice said, “Wait!” She
turned around on the rock so that her back was to everyone and no one could
see. “Okay.”

Rabbit went to the other side of
the rock. “It’s here,” Rabbit said pulling up Alice’s dress. “Between her
legs.” He pushed aside her panties and his face filled with wonder. It must
have been the first time he saw a woman there. He looked so cute, Alice
couldn’t resist stroking his blond hair.

She felt Rabbit’s finger gently
touch her. That finger was so ginger and delicate. She looked behind her at the
crowd of men around her. None of them were hard. This wasn’t arousing to them?
Rabbit seemed fascinated but that hardly meant she excited him as much as she
excited the hanged man.

Rabbit licked his finger as if to
test the taste. He then dipped it back into her. That finger woke up every inch
of her body. Her muscles tensed. He stroked Alice’s inner walls seeking his
prize. How long would he search until he realized there was no prize to be
found?

She relaxed a little, and found the
finger to be soothing.
Keep searching,
you gorgeous man.

Rabbit withdrew his finger. Alice
sighed wanting more.

“I can’t find anything,” Rabbit
said.

“Let me try.” One of the men
appeared from behind Rabbit.

Before Alice could protest –
did she really want to? – the man slipped a finger inside her, probing
with a delicate touch. She leaned back on her hands and let her head fall to
the side to see the gorgeous muscle men surrounding her. What if they
all
took turns fingering her? Her heart
pounded at the thought. Lord, his single finger was no longer enough. She moved
her hips up to meet his hand. Thankfully, he put in another finger. The two
fingers wiggled inside her. Alice let out a breath she didn’t realize she had
been holding in.

“Anything?” one observing man
asked. He had the biggest biceps Alice had ever seen.

“Nothing,” the fingerer said. He
let his head get closer between her thighs. Alice could feel his breaths tickle
her. Did he like what he saw? He stroked the outer lips now. Alice found
herself thrusting her hips, seeking fingers.

“Please,” she said. But felt
uncomfortable requesting anything further.

“Hold on a second,” the man said.
“There’s another hole here.”

Alice felt a finger wiggle up her
bottom. Whoa! Why did that feel good? But the finger immediately came out.

“It’s dry,” the man said.

“Hang on,” the one with the bulging
biceps said. “I have an idea.”

Biceps sucked on his thick finger,
crouched down between Alice’s legs and said, “I’ll place one finger here.”

She felt a huge, wet finger enter
her rear.

“And my thumb here.”

She felt his thick thumb enter her
pussy. That was a trick Alice had never even tried on herself! The finger and
thumb were attempting to touch each other, pressing along her inner walls.
Alice moaned and clenched around his fingers.

Biceps pulled out his digits and
said, “Nothing.”

Still, though, he lingered at her
entrance, stroking the lips with his fingers. He stuck one finger inside her.
Then two. The huge man went on with three substantial fingers. Alice felt
herself open up to him, the fingers wiggling mmm inside her. He pulled the fingers
out and Alice sighed. She wanted more. She looked at his soft face. He was
holding his fingers, slick with her juices, up to his nose. Then he tasted her
on his fingers.

“That’s it!” Biceps cried. “That’s
the prize!”

“What?” the other men asked. “What’s
the prize?”

“Her box holds an elixir!” Biceps
declared and stuffed his tongue inside her, tasting her, drinking her.

“Oooh,” Alice said.

“Let me taste,” another man said.
He took over the job, coating her with strokes of his tongue.

Sparks zinged through her body.
If this is what oral sex was like, how could
a cock be any better?
Alice moaned again. His tongue penetrated deeper than
the other man’s tongue had, but still she wanted more. More fingers, more
tongues, kisses, caresses.
Don’t just
worship my wetness. Worship all of me!

Why were they making her juices so
sacred? And then a thought made her laugh.

The man tasting her stopped and
asked, “What are you laughing about?”

“You were swimming in it,” Alice
managed to say through her giggles.

The man ignored her and returned to
lapping up her juices.

Maybe
this time
, Alice thought to herself, her eyes closed.
Maybe this time I’ll orgasm
.

One by one, each of the men stepped
forward to taste Alice, lick her with their tongues, snake them inside her and
wipe her cleft with them, sucking, drinking, slurping. She wriggled with
delight.

I
think it’ll happen
.
Just a little
more.

***

Alices’s Sexual
Discovery in a Wonderful Land
is available on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Alices-Discovery-Wonderful-Erotica-ebook/dp/B007VQABJ6/

You can also listen to Alice’s sexual adventures here:
http://www.amazon.com/Alices-Sexual-Discovery-Wonderful-Land/dp/B009KUE57A/