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  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 like to see me write? Speaking of fairy tales, what did you think of my story? If you liked it, please write me a review on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/Hansel-Gretel-Sexual-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00B55X056/ or on Goodreads, and share the title with your friends. Nothing puts a bigger smile on my face than a great review. Well, almost nothing. winks

  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 https://www.facebook.com/Liz.Adams.Author.

  If you enjoyed Hansel and Gretel with the Sexual Hunter, please write a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads! Also, Liz would love to know how you heard about her ebook, so drop her a line at [email protected] or at her website www.LizAdamsAuthor.com.

  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 followe
d. 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/

  Excerpt from the short story

  Amy ‘Red’ Riding’s Hood,

  Adult Fairy Tale Erotica

  “Come here.” As he hung with one hand on the windowsill, Sean pulled Amy into a kiss with his other hand against the back of her neck. Tingles and shivers spread across the skin of her arms, across her breasts, deep into her belly, and down her legs to her very toes. The taste of his warm lips and spicy male breath made her hunger for more. Leaning outside the window to reach his lips left her exposed to the cold night air. Finally, she had to stand up, breaking off the delicious kiss.

  “Come in,” Amy motioned with her hand.

  “Not yet.”

  “Why not?”

  Sean searched for the words. “There’s something I want to try.”

  She waited for him to explain further but he didn’t. “Which is?”

  “You’ll see. For now….” Again, he kept his words silent.

  Amy laughed. “You’re impossible.” She felt silly standing in her bedroom as he looked in from just outside her window, but decided to play along. In the meantime…. “Let’s play a game.”

  “Okay.”

  “I ask you a question and you have to answer truthf
ully.”

  Sean laughed. “That should be easy, though it sounds pretty one-sided.”

  “Are you ready?”

  “Ready.” He leaned against the windowsill as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

  Amy took a deep breath and shivered with the thrill of the game. “What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”

  Sean laughed again. “That’s one helluva question.”

  “Well?” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, feigning impatience.

  “Alright, I guess that…uh….”

  “Come on,” she coaxed.

  “I can’t believe I’m gonna tell you this.”

  “What is it?” Amy stopped tapping her foot.

  “It’s just that….”

  “Yes?” Her heart beat loudly in anticipation.

  Sean sighed. “I’ve had a lot of one-moon liaisons, weekend flings, and hollow romances. I don’t want that anymore.” His severe eyes instructed her she needed to understand what he was saying. “I want more than that now.”

  Amy gasped. She felt her heart unlock, springing wide open. The last possibility of a lonely life put on its coat and walked out for good. By the way Sean started rambling, he must not have realized how happy his divulged secret made her feel.

  He said, “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you didn’t want the same thing, and then I’d lose our whole friendship thing or lover thing or whatever this is, and I don’t want to lose that, so forget I said anything. It was a stupid game.”

  Amy jumped at Sean and kissed him. Hard. She stepped back and waited for his response.

  Sean looked shocked, as though trying to understand what just happened. “If I say it again, do I get another kiss?” he finally said.

  Amy laughed and kissed him again, gently this time. Sean was the one. Her heart told her so. Would their relationship last? She remembered discovering her girlfriend’s man being unfaithful. He had pleaded with Amy to keep his past indiscretions a secret. She did. When her girlfriend had learned the truth, Red had lost her friend. “Sean, the only way we can stay together is if there are no secrets between us. You know that, right?”

  Sean nodded slowly. “You’re right.”

  “No secrets?”