Futa Hansel and Gretel collection

by Reed James

  “I love you, Hansel,” she whispered, wanting to say that one last time. Just in case.

  “Love you, sweet sister.”

  Hansel pulled Gretel onto her lap, cradling the petite girl. They spent the night clutching each other. Gretel never really slept. She dozed, woken up by any sounds in the night, rustling brush, a broken twig, the howl of a hunting wolf. Her heart would beat so fast, her body suddenly chilled. She would tremble in Hansel's arms, feeling her futa-sister also quivering.

  And then the danger would recede. She would drift back into her dazed slumber, strange dreams of being chased, of watching Hansel ripped to pieces by wolves, of forever wandering through foggy trees, alone, crying out for her futa-sister.

  When dawn arrived, it didn't come with any fanfare. The world grew lighter. At first, Gretel wasn't sure if her eyes deceived her as the trees became dark hazes around her, resolving into focus as the world grew lighter and lighter.

  “Hansel,” she whispered, shaking her futa-sister. “It's morning.”

  A songbird trilled in the tree above, giving proof to her words.

  Hansel's blue eyes opened. “Is it?”

  Gretel nodded her head. “Now let's figure out how to get out of here.”

  Her futa-sister swallowed. “What are we going to do? Our step-mother will have told our futa-mother that horrid lie by now. We can't go home.”

  “We'll find someplace to go,” Gretel said. “A place where we can love each other. Another town. We can work and start our family. No one has to know we're really step-sisters.”

  Hansel smiled. “I'd like that, sweet sister.”

  Gretel kissed her futa-sister on the mouth. For a moment, her aching, cold body grew warm. All the fear and discomfort faded away as she lost herself to the joy of kissing Hansel. She closed her eyes, imagining themselves in a warm house. She could smell fresh bread baking and...

  Her stomach rumbled. She broke the kiss. “Do you smell bread, Hansel?”

  Her futa-sister breathed in, her blue eyes widening. “Yes.”

  The step-siblings gained their feet, clutching hands as they turned their heads, both breathing in deeply. “I think it's from this direction,” Hansel said, tugging at Gretel. “The breeze is in my face.”

  Gretel nodded her head. “Let's go.”

  The two followed a trail heading in that direction. After going only a hundred feet or so, they saw something through the trees. The scent of fresh-baked bread grew stronger and stronger. Her stomach growled more and more. Gray shapes, like people made of stone, appeared and vanished in gaps through the brush.

  “It's a cottage,” Hansel said with excitement. “I can see smoke rising from the chimney.”

  “We're saved,” Gretel groaned.

  Then the path opened onto a small forest glade. The gray people were statues. Gretel's cheeks warmed, realizing they were all naked futas, carved with ropes bound about their nude bodies, restraining them in various forms. Sometimes the ropes wrapped about their breasts, squeezing them. Others had clothespins clipped to their nipples or to the tips of their girl-cocks. All had strange expressions, faces twisted with both pain and pleasure, collars about their necks.

  Those faces stirred a burning heat in Gretel's pussy.

  “What is up with these statues?” Hansel asked. “That futa looks like she's being spanked.”

  Gretel's hips shifted. Memory of Hansel's face, staring up at her from between her thighs, tears running out of the futa's blue eyes while a look of agony and rapture crossed her expression. Gretel could hear her step-mother's hard spankings echo in her mind.

  Juices dribbled down her thighs, confused about why watching Hansel being spanked turned her on so much. Her hand itched, her eyes falling on Hansel's rump, wanting to spank her futa-sister herself. Eager to hear her whimper and moan.

  What's wrong with me? Gretel licked her lips. But Hansel... It made her so hard to be spanked. And so wet. Her pussy dripped. She came fast when that wicked woman fucked her.

  When they reached the door to the cottage, Hansel knocking hard, Gretel noticed the bulge in her futa-sister's skirts. Hansel's cheeks burned crimson, her fat nipples dimpling the low-cut bodice of her dress, her large tits jiggling as the futa swayed.

  “You're turned on by the statues,” Gretel whispered. “I am, too. You looked like those futas when—”

  The door opened.

  Gretel gasped in shock at the sight of the futa wearing black leathers that hugged her body and yet left her exposed. Thigh-high boots creaked as the futa flicked her eyes back and forth between the two sisters. She didn't have anything covering her crotch, her futa-cock thrusting out of a black bush. A leather corset shaped her torso into pleasing curves but instead of covering her tits, the corset lifted them into two piling mounds, not as big as Hansel's, but lovely to look at, the dark-red nipples as erect as the futa's cock.

  “Well, what do we have here?” the futa purred, a hungry face, framed by black hair, smiled. Her dark eyes looked both Gretel and her futa-sister up and down. “Two lost waifs.”

  “Yes,” Gretel said. “We...we ran away from our cruel step-mother. But we got lost in the woods. And we smelled your bread.”

  “Fresh from the oven,” the futa purred. “Come in, come in.”

  “Thank you, ma'am,” Hansel said.

  “Mistress,” she corrected. “Call me Mistress.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Hansel said quickly.

  Gretel and her futa-sister entered the cottage. It was warm and smelled of fresh bread and honey. On the table in the center of the cottage the bread rested steaming on a table, an earthenware honey pot opened beside it. The two siblings flew to the table, their stomachs ravenous.

  “Eat,” Mistress said, following them, her futa-dick bobbing before her, making Gretel's cheeks blush more, her pussy grow even wetter. Mistress had a girl-cock as big as Hansel's. The girl's pussy clenched. “You're safe here. What's your names?”

  “Hamhhel,” the blonde futa answered around a mouthful of bread ripped from the loaf.

  Gretel rolled her eyes. “I'm Gretel. And this is my futa-sister Hansel.” She winced, wishing she hadn't introduced them as siblings. “And thank you for your hospitality, Mistress.”

  “Oh, you are so welcome,” she purred. “Mmm, sisters. How yummy. And so close. Did your parents catch the pair of you abed.”

  Hansel choked on her bread. Gretel blushed.

  “Ah, how wicked.” Mistress sat down beside Gretel, the futa's exposed breasts jiggling, drawing Gretel's eyes. “Well, I don't judge. Sex is something that should have no limits on it. And if two sisters—”

  “Step-sisters,” Gretel hastily added. “But we grew up together as though we were the same blood.”

  Mistress smiled. “Still, it's kinky. Makes me so hard and wet. I bet it does the same for you.”

  Gretel nodded, cutting a piece of bread for herself from the other end of the loaf. As she did, she noticed the wall beyond Hansel covered in wooden paddles, riding crops, flails made of leather tails, coiled ropes, iron manacles, and collars like the ones carved about the statues' necks. Heat grew in Gretel, her hand trembling as she stared at the implements.

  “Mmm, what naughty thoughts are flooding through your mind, child, as you admire my toys?” Mistress asked her.

  Gretel blushed more while Hansel kept eating, dribbling honey over the hunks of bread she ripped off the loaf. “I've never seen such a collection. When we're spanked, it's usually with a hand or a switch.”

  “But it's so much more fun to spank with my toys,” Mistress purred. “The futas always whimper and moan and beg for more when they feel the kiss of my flail.”

  Hansel froze, her cheeks burning.

  “Have you two experimented with spanking?”

  Gretel quickly shook her head.

  “But you've noticed how your Hansel gets hard when she's disciplined, haven't you?” Mistress leaned closer. “And you like it. That look of pain and rapture on her fac
e. That whimpering need for more. Does she look pretty when she cries?”

  Gretel squirmed, nodding her head.

  “Are you wet right now, sweet child?”

  “Yes,” Gretel said. Then she quickly took a bite of her bread, shocked to say so much to the older futa. A warmth rippled through her body, rising from her pussy. It washed through her mind as she ate the delicious bread and sweet honey.

  She wanted to answer this futa's questions.

  “Who seduced whom?” Mistress asked, peering at Gretel.“Did you seduce the little futa-whore?”

  “She's not that,” Gretel quickly said.

  “She's not your little futa-whore?” Mistress arched an eyebrow. “Let's find out. Stand up, take off your dress, and tell Hansel to eat your pussy. If she does it, in front of me, then you'll know.”

  The impulse to do just that shot through Gretel, so sudden, like it reached into her mind from beyond herself. She looked at her futa-sister, honey smeared across her lips, so sticky and juicy. Her face beautiful. Gretel licked her lips, her pussy growing hotter and hotter.

  Then she stood up, her hands going to the laces of her bodice, shocked she would strip herself before this strange futa. But she needed her sweet futa-sister's lips on her pussy right now. She burned for that forbidden delight.

  “Gretel, what are you doing?” Hansel gasped.

  “Hush,” Mistress said. “You will speak when your sweet sister gives you permission.”

  Hansel flushed. “Sorry.”

  Her submission to Mistress's command made Gretel shiver. She liked it. She remembered the joy she discovered yesterday by ordering Hansel around, culminating with the command for the futa to take her virginity. Even though Hansel did the cherry popping, the futa did it on Gretel's authority.

  Her bodice open, Gretel pulled off her dress, exposing her small breasts topped by pink nipples. Her golden bush sparkled between her thighs, adorned by her excited dew. She shifted slim hips, staring at Hansel.

  “Strip naked, futa-sister dear, then crawl to me and eat my pussy,” moaned Gretel, her cunt clenching.

  “Yes, sweet sister,” Hansel said, her cheeks on fire.

  She stood, her big tits bouncing in her bodice. Her sticky fingers unlaced her dress. Her large breasts spilled out as she pulled off her clothing. Fat nipples thrust pink and hard from her heaving mounds as she wiggled the dress off her curving hips. Her futa-cock sprang out, thick and long, her blonde bush sparkling with dew like Gretel's.

  “Mmm, your futa-sister is hung,” Mistress purred. “I see why you claimed her.”

  “I love her,” Gretel said.

  “You don't love futa-whores.”

  Gretel shivered, the words making a certain sense in her mind as Hansel fell to her hands and knees. It shocked the young girl that her older futa-sister would be this eager to obey her commands. She's crawling to me like a bitch in heat.

  Hansel's braided hair dangled off her left shoulder, swaying with her big tits as she crawled to Gretel. The futa reached Gretel, the girl gasping as her older futa-sister pressed her face into the girl's golden bush.

  And licked.

  Taboo rapture flooded through Gretel at the feel of her futa-sister's lapping through her deflowered folds. This time, no hymen stopped Hansel's tongue from diving into her snatch's depths, swirling through her sheath.

  “Oh, yes, Hansel,” groaned Gretel, her body shaking, her firm tits jiggling. She grabbed Hansel's braid, clutching it like a leash. Her futa-sister's tongue lapped and licked through her folds, making her quiver and quake. “Oh, that's good. Mmm, yes. You're making me feel so good, my dear futa-sister.”

  “Because she's a futa-whore,” Mistress said.

  Yesterday, their black-haired step-mother had called Hansel that and it infuriated Gretel. But now, having her older futa-sister lap at her pussy after crawling like a dog, it made her tremble. Her pussy clenched on Hansel's probing tongue, her body quivering.

  “Mmm, lick my pussy, my futa-whore,” Gretel groaned, staring down into Hansel's blue eyes.

  Hansel groaned, licking faster.

  “Oh, you like being my futa-whore?” asked Gretel, grinding her hot cunt across Hansel's mouth, heat rising through her body, reaching her mind. “Don't you?”

  “Yes, sweet sister,” moaned Hansel.

  She loved being called sweet sister. It made her feel so strong, so in charge. She gripped her futa-sister's braid harder. Her pussy ached, her clit throbbing when Hansel's tongue brushed it. Pleasure flowed through Gretel, her nipples aching, throbbing.

  In her depths, an orgasm built. Every slide and lick of Hansel's tongue through Gretel's pussy swelled her growing rapture. She shivered, her clit drinking in every caress. Hansel ate her pussy with such eagerness.

  “Now for the real fun,” Mistress purred, holding out a flail made of black leather. “Spank her naughty ass.”

  “Naughty?” Gretel asked, taking the handle of the flail.

  “Every futa-whore is naughty.” Mistress licked her lips, stroking her hard futa-dick. “Isn't that right?”

  Gretel nodded her head in agreement. It made so much sense. She's right about Hansel being a futa-whore. She's right about this.

  “Ooh, you are such a naughty futa-whore,” Gretel hissed and swung the flail.

  CRACK!

  Hansel moaned into Gretel's pussy. Tears beaded her eyes. The liquid made her depths even bluer, deepening them. The futa's tongue licked faster, harder. She shivered. Gretel drew back her arm and lashed down.

  The flail swished.

  CRACK!

  Hansel yelped.

  “Do you feel her excitement?” Mistress asked, stroking her futa-dick faster. “The way she loves the pain?”

  “You do love it,” Gretel gasped. “Don't you, my futa-whore?”

  “Yes, sweet sister,” Hansel groaned between licks. “It hurts but...”

  “But it makes her feel so good,” Mistress grinned. “Futa-whores always love being spanked. Their naughty asses have to be red all the time. Keep spanking her.”

  CRACK!

  Gretel's pussy clenched at the cracking sound. Then she shuddered, Hansel whimpering into Gretel's hot cunt. Her futa-sister thrust her tongue deep into her depths, swirling around. Her nose brushed Gretel's clit. Tears fell down Hansel's cheeks.

  Dizzy delight washed through Gretel.

  Swish. CRACK!

  Hansel moaned again. She latched her lips onto Gretel's clit, sucking so hard, so eager to please her step-sister.

  Swish. CRACK!

  “You love it, you slutty futa-whore!” Gretel hissed. “Ooh, you're just so nasty, my dear futa-sister!”

  “Yes!” Hansel whimpered.

  “Don't talk. Just please me!”

  Swish. CRACK!

  Hansel's body bucked. She moaned so loudly into Gretel's pussy. The pressure swelled in her depths. She licked her lips, admiring the glowing rump of her futa-sister. Her juices flowed, staining Hansel's cheeks, mixing with her tears of pain.

  Swish. CRACK!

  Whimpers of agony and ecstasy moaned from the futa's mouth into Gretel's pussy, humming around her clit. The vibrations trembled through her body. She gripped Hansel's braid in her left hand while the left wielded the flail.

  Swish. CRACK!

  She bucked so hard. The sound echoing through her head. “You naughty futa-whore! You're mine!”

  Swish. CRACK!

  “Yes, you own her,” Mistress groaned, her hand flying on her huge futa-dick.

  Swish. CRACK!

  Gretel's pussy clenched, aching to be filled, wondering what Mistress's cock would feel like in her. “Make me cum, futa-whore!” Gretel hissed, swinging the flail again. “Make me explode!”

  Swish. CRACK!

  Hansel's whimpering moans about her clit set Gretel off. Her body heaved. Her small tits jiggled. She swayed, rapture flooding out of her pussy. Her juices squirted into her futa-sister's mouth, bathing her in sweet cream.

  S
wish. CRACK!

  “Yes, yes, yes, you naughty futa-whore!” howled Gretel. “Oh, that's it. That's how you please your sister!”

  Swish. CRACK!

  “Ooh, yes, that's it,” groaned Mistress. “You should see how hard your futa-sister is. She's aching to be played with.”

  “Are you, you nasty futa-whore?” hissed Gretel. “You wicked slut? Are you hard? Did being spank make you throb?”

  Swish. CRACK!

  “Yes, sweet sister?” moaned Hansel as Gretel's orgasm peaked. “I'm so hard. Can I make love to you?”

  “Futa-whores never make love,” hissed Mistress. “They're fucked by their owners. By their sweet sisters.”

  “Fucked?” Gretel panted, her body buzzing from her climax. Then she noticed the leather object gripped in Mistress's hand. Long and thick, like a cock attached to a harness of leather straps. “What is that?”

  “A strap-on dildo.” Mistress licked her lips. “So you can fuck your little futa-whore and pop her cherry. You have to peg her hard and let her know that you own her.”

  Gretel's eyes widened, staring at the artificial cock. “Yes!”

  “And she'll need a collar, too,” Mistress added. “And nipple clamps. Gretel, go to the wall and fetch them. Let's make your futa-sister into your proper slave.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Gretel groaned, pulling away from her futa-sister, her pussy on fire. “I bet my little futa-whore is so hard and eager to be fucked by her sweet sister.”

  “Yes, sweet sister,” groaned Hansel, her face dripping with pussy cream and tears, her dick throbbing so hard before her, the tip swollen and red.

  * * *

  “Sweet Sister!” squeaked Hansel, her nipple throbbing as the clothespin pinched her fat nub. “That hurts.”

  “And it makes you so hard, doesn't it, my little futa-whore?” Gretel hissed, cruel delight in her blue eyes.

  Hansel trembled. Her younger step-sister now acted so strange. She changed so fast. But Hansel couldn't deny the pleasure. The pain throbbing in her nipple, beating with her heart, made her cock ache so badly and her virgin pussy clench.

  “Yes, sweet sister.” Hansel had to answer. She couldn't deny her sweet sister her submission. It excited her. She loves me. I'll do anything for her.