Bedknobs and Beanstalks, page 12
"You'll find it's exquisite, I promise you. Now sit down here with me on the settee and stop your foolishness."
Gretel meekly did as she was told and sat down next to the witch, leaning back into the oh-so-soft cushions.
"That's much better, my little honey blossom. Are you ready?"
Gretel nodded mutely, eyes wide.
The witch smiled and leaned in close to Gretel's lovely face. Both women's mouths parted as she closed the distance between them, and brought a flute of Champagne up to the girl's lips.
"Prost, darling."
Gretel's first tentative sip stretched out into a deep drink. She giggled, and covered her mouth with embarrassment. “Oh—that is wonderful!"
The witch laughed heartily.
* * * *
The woodsman laughed heartily. “I'm only joking, lad. Of course I'll help you out of there. Hmmm...let's see what we have here..."
He examined the hanging cage and its prisoner carefully. The trap was suspended about ten hands high off the ground. It was locked by unknown means, and had strong iron bars.
Hansel tried to tell the woodsman about the woman—no doubt an evil witch!—who had imprisoned him and even now was surely planning diabolical harm to his sister, but his would-be liberator remained unfazed and unhurried.
"I have an idea,” the woodsman finally announced. “Take off your clothes."
* * * *
"I have an idea. I'm going to take off some clothes,” the witch announced after their second glass of champagne. “This dress and silly old hat are so cumbersome.” She ran her hand down her long exposed leg. “Don't go away. I won't be but just a moment."
Gretel waited patiently on the soft, plump settee, sipping her Champagne. She had never felt such strange anticipation growing in her, but anticipation for what, she didn't exactly know. “Miss?” she called out to her unseen hostess after a few minutes had passed. “Are you all right in there?—Oh!"
The witch reappeared in the doorway. “Call me Lili, darling."
She had exchanged her peaked hat and clingy black floor-length dress for a short black silk nightie and high heels. She looked like Venus herself in her glittering, gold-dust tresses, and with her lovely arms and legs so bare and negligee so sheer, it was almost like she wore nothing at all. “Isn't that better?"
Gretel's sweet doe eyes marveled at the sight.
The goddess strode over regally and sat down beside her young companion. She smiled, then reached over to take the flute of Champagne from Gretel's hand and put it aside. She gazed deeply into Gretel's eyes. “Now, here's what I want you to do..."
* * * *
"You want me to do what?” Hansel stammered.
"Strip them all off,” the woodsman insisted. “It's the only way to get you out. Go on, hop to it."
Hansel frowned, then reluctantly began to pull off his shoes and socks, and undid the suspenders of his lederhosen.
Meanwhile the woodsman set down his mighty axe and began to stack giant, crisp cream wafers and pfeffernusse until he had a serviceable platform that reached Hansel's level. He hopped up and took off his knapsack.
Hansel stripped off his shirt, but then clasped it to his chest like a security blanket.
The woodsman knelt and rifled through his pack, then looked over and growled, “Off with the shirt. And the rest of it—underpants too.” He pulled a fat little clay pot from the pack.
Hansel dropped his leather trousers and then, with a sharp breath, pulled down his underwear and stepped out of them. He stood there, holding his privates. He had never felt such strange anticipation growing in him, but anticipation for what, he didn't know exactly.T
The woodsman stood close to the cage, uncorked the little pot and gestured with his finger for Hansel to come closer toward him. Hansel blinked, gulped, and tentatively approached. The woodsman dipped two manly fingers in the pot and came up with a dollop of pale white goo.
"What is that?” asked the wide-eyed Hansel.
"Goose grease.” The woodsman began to smear the ointment over Hansel's naked chest.
* * * *
"Oh, that feels so lovely,” Gretel murmured as Lili softly rubbed her chest while she, in accordance with the witch's wishes, obediently reached back to undo her crown braid.
Lili playfully traced the girl's collarbones with a fingertip and watched with approval while Gretel continued to work nimbly behind her head until at last she freed her long ash-blond hair and gave it a gentle shake.
The witch leaned back into the settee, resting her head against her fist as she admired Gretel's new look. “Has anyone ever said you look like Rita Hayworth?"
* * * *
"I look like who?” asked Hansel.
"Like Michelangelo's David,” answered the woodsman. “Or maybe a honey-glazed ham.” He took his work seriously, reaching through the bars to slather the youth up and down in long, slow strokes. Hansel tried not to shake as the man's strong hands glided over his chest, making his nipples rise. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling bashful and unable to meet the man's gaze. The warm, slippery concoction felt marvelous on his skin; his mounting body heat made it slicker still. He imagined himself a statute that the man was sculpting from sternum to stomach with slick, creative hands. His stalk began to swell—he hoped the woodsman didn't notice!
He felt warm breath on the sensitive indent of skin above the bow of his lips and opened his eyes again. The woodsman's face was very close, their noses nearly touching. The man's unflinching eyes seemed to drink him in without the slightest qualm.
"Now, then..."
Hansel's lips quivered slightly as he tried to respond. “Y—yes?"
"Now, turn around and lift your arms. I need to do your back, too."
Hansel blinked a few times, in a bit of a daze, then recovered and did as the man asked. The woodsman set to work, industriously coating Hansel's back and flanks with the ointment. Hansel was grateful the man could not see the effect on Hansel's shaft as those big outdoorsman's hands slid up and down, first on his back and ribs, then both his legs. At last the woodsman finished and paused to admire his handiwork.
"All right now, turn around, get down on your hands and knees, and back towards me slowly. Then we'll be able to slip you right through the bars, my lad."
Hansel looked dubiously at him.
The woodsman returned his gaze, and made a twirling motion with his finger.
Hansel frowned slightly and slowly got onto the floor of the cage.
* * * *
Lili slowly got onto the floor at Gretel's feet and made a happy face. “What precious little buckled shoes!” she exclaimed. “Let me curl up here on the carpet and get a better look at them.” She gently took hold of Gretel's dainty feet, and pulled them closer to her.
* * * *
The woodsman took hold of Hansel's feet, and pulled them closer to him.
Hansel squirmed on his belly, trying to get his oiled-up legs and trunk past the gap between the bars.
"Almost there!” the woodsman grinned as he slid his hands up Hansel's slick thighs.
* * * *
"Such lovely stockings!” sighed Lili as she slid her hands up Gretel's thighs. “They go so high up your long lovely legs, don't they? And these tiny red bows are adorable.” She toyed with them, tracing her fingers over the seams and little ribbons and running her hands along the material. Then, shooting Gretel a playful smile, she began to lift the girl's little dirndl skirt. “And what do we find if we go up a little further...?"
* * * *
"A little further... A little further...” grunted the woodsman, tugging on Hansel's hips as he braced himself against the cage with his foot.
Still on his belly and facing the other way, Hansel groaned as he struggled to squeeze his naked backside free, worming his way backwards inch by inch.
The woodsman observed this provocative display with interest. “Hmmm...what's this?"
* * * *
"What's this? You have such darling little panties!” Lili growled in delight and her voice grew huskier. “Let me see what you have here...” She gingerly raised Gretel's little dirndl skirt like a theater curtain, putting her lacy white panties and silky thighs on full display. “Mmmm...she purred. “Hello there, pussycat.” She drew closer, her eyes alight and mesmerized by the show. She slowly slid eager fingers up the young woman's thighs.
Gretel bit her lip, eyes wide at the beautiful woman's boldness. This attention was wildly exciting, but should Gretel let her continue? “Wait,” she protested. “Wait..."
* * * *
"Wait! Wait! I'm stuck!” Hansel cried.
"So you are...” the woodsman concurred. He stepped back and rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression, watching poor naked Hansel dangling from the cage, half in and half out. Then he picked up the jar again, scooped out yet another dollop of goose fat, and took his place between Hansel's legs. “I just need to touch up a few more nooks and crannies. Let's start with this.” He took hold of Hansel's root in a firm grip.
Hansel gasped. The big man's hand felt better on his shaft than his own did. The woodsman—such an evocative title, when you think about it—gave the rod a friendly squeeze, then abruptly released it and poked his head up to Hansel's.
"That is, unless you want me to stop."
Hansel, eyes shut and mouth agape, reversed both and looked at the man in surprise. “Oh, no!"
* * * *
"Oh, yes!"
The witch rose from the floor, pinning Gretel to the settee with her gaze. “I'm afraid I've quite fallen head over heels for you, my little sugar mouse. So now, my dear girl, I think it only fair for you to fall heels over head for me!” She seized the young woman's ankles and hoisted her legs up. “The time has come. Now I'm going to eat you up!"
* * * *
"The time has come. Now I'm going to blow the man down!” The woodsman laughed as he settled back down into a comfortable spot, kneeling under Hansel's manly parts. He reached up and took hold of the shaft once more; it quickly grew even longer in his fat-slickened hand as he worked it up and down.
Any lingering reservations Hansel might have been harboring lost their potency as abruptly as his cock gained it. The sensation as it slid in and out of the greased fist was heavenly. The woodsman leaned into Hansel's groin, breathing in his musk. He tenderly nuzzled the youth's sack and grabbed his bottom for support as he licked and sucked on the head of Hansel's phallus. When he dragged his tongue down the shaft and back up again—and again, and again—Hansel moaned and his legs trembled.
The woodsman paused only long enough to murmur, “Mmm... you taste like goose."
* * * *
Gretel squealed with delight as her hostess goosed her and shoved her hands beneath the girl's bottom to seize her panties.
Lili tugged them down and off in triumph, and then there was nothing between the witch and her gleaming prize. Like a pair of pythons, she wrapped her arms around Gretel's thighs and brought those long legs up to rest on her shoulders. Then she her brought her hands to Gretel's cleft, fingers slipping through the golden curls to stroke the mons and tease open the lips. Lili's eyes remained locked on Gretel's as she lowered her open mouth into Gretel's wet softness for a deep tongue kiss. She lingered there, their respective lips locked in a sweet embrace.
* * * *
Gretel held the older woman's gaze as long as she could, until her eyes fluttered and closed. Then she suddenly groaned and arched her back and ground her head back against the cushions, stretching out her arms to find a handhold on the back and arm of the settee.
* * * *
The woodsman was clearly hungry for more. Using both hands like a circus strongman, he lifted Hansel's thighs and supported the lad, steering the young schlong to his waiting mouth. He opened wide and took it in, then used his great strength to slowly lower Hansel's entire body to take the young man's cock deeper into his throat—then, just as slowly, lifted his entire body to pull it up again.
As he effortlessly continued this sword-swallowing feat, Hansel's vision blurred from the waves of pleasure. Stars began to swim before his eyes like tiny electric-blue fairies.
* * * *
Lili found the scent of Gretel's arousal wonderfully intoxicating, inhaling it deeply. She surfaced just long enough to groan “You are so delicious, Liebling,” and returned to her delights. She kissed, lapped, and sucked her everywhere: her soft warm thighs, the sides of her mound, the rosy inner lips. Slowly, she began penetrating the girl with her tongue; first with light teasing flicks, then gradually plunging in deeper and faster while above her, Gretel gasped and panted.
* * * *
In the clearing behind the house, Hansel was gasping too. Half stuck in a cage, dangling above the ground and unable to see the shenanigans going on below him, he found himself entirely at the mercy of this supposed rescuer. He vaguely recalled there was some urgent matter he needed to attend to, but he had completely forgotten what it was now. The sensations below his belt, had he been wearing one, were more powerful than anything he had felt in his life and drove all his anxiety away. When the woodsman began his reps of Hansel-dipping into his mouth, the lad grabbed the bars of the cage for support. His vision fogged, and just when he thought he would lose himself, a completely different tingling began...
* * * *
When Lili judged her delectable morsel was at the brink of coming again, she changed tactics. Moving up higher to get better access, she spread open the hood with two fingers and experimented with a variety of the techniques upon the little button of Gretel's clit. First she swirled her tongue over and all around it, then flicked it back and forth across, and finally kissed and sucked with her whole mouth around the pearl and its surroundings; ever so gently at first and then more forcefully, Frenching it passionately. All the while, she had reached down with her right hand and slipped two fingers inside her; the girl was so wet they slid in without the slightest friction. Palm up, she curled her fingers, moving them in and out, and stroking the sweet spot inside Gretel's body...
* * * *
Up and down went Hansel's penis as the woodsman's mouth pumped away on him. Finally he pulled his mouth away to let the youth's cock pop free, and tenderly lowered his dance partner's legs to dangle free again. Then the burly forester crouched closer beneath Hansel, greased up his hand once more and slid it past the lad's thighs, slicking the smooth skin behind the balls all the way to his tender young hole. He lifted Hansel's scrotum out of the way and gave the taint a nice, long lick that made the youth let out a squeak and buck like a bronco not yet broken in. Finally, he stuck his middle finger in the fat little goose grease jar one last time. With a generous coating on his long finger, he started massaging Hansel's virgin rosebud, easing in slowly but insistently...
* * * *
Gretel's clothes had become too binding and she pulled off her tiny dirndl skirt and tossed it aside, leaving her in little more than her buckle shoes, thigh-high stockings, and bodice: quite an eye-catching ensemble. Eyes shut tight and lips parted, she pulled feverishly at the lacing to free her stiff and aching nipples from their captivity as well.
Lili approved. She traded her mouth for her hand at Gretel's slit, and rose up to clasp a breast with her other hand and bring her lips to the tight, aroused nipple, sucking on it lovingly.
Gretel drew a sharp breath, and clutched the back of Lili's head to her. “Keep doing that,” she said. “And then I want you to take that nightie off."
* * * *
Two knuckles in, the woodsman decided Hansel was ready for more. He extricated his finger with extreme delicacy and crawled out from under the lad. Standing behind Hansel's behind, he pulled off his own shirt, his belt, his breeches, and all the rest, until he was fully undressed at last. He stood, admiring the view for a moment while idly greasing up his rod, running his free hand up Hansel's back and down the crack of his backside.
The young man looked over his shoulder at his admirer, as if half wishing he could reach back and touch him, half pleased to be completely at this tall handsome stranger's mercy.
The man returned his gaze. “Are you ready for me?"
Hansel nodded mutely, and took hold of the bars again to steady himself for what he hoped was coming next.
* * * *
Gretel looked up with enraptured eyes as Lili stood before her like the magnificent goddess Gretel thought she was.
With regal grace the witch plucked open the tiny silk clasps and let her lingerie silently fall away from her. She was a dazzling vision in the nude, wearing only a pair of high heels. With a cool smile, Lili stepped between Gretel's open legs and lowered herself down like a descending angel onto the younger woman's thigh. Imperiously, she took Gretel's other leg and raised it up, then sunk herself down until the two met body to body. She wrapped an arm around Gretel's raised leg and licked behind the knee.
Gretel reached around Lili's exquisite derriere and pulled them closer into each other. The two women embraced and began to grind their sexes, sliding and rocking their hips together.
* * * *
Hansel trembled with anticipation as he felt the woodsman come up behind him and gently knead his cheeks apart. Then without ceremony, the head of his hefty cock slid right in. Hansel gave an unearthly low, guttural moan at the sensation. The big man took his time, proceeding patiently and slowly in and out and in again, each time deeper inch by inch.
Hansel clenched his eyes tightly closed and made strange faces while the woodsman held him by his suspended thighs and encouraged him with soft words.
"That's it...good man...you're doing fine...take it all now, that's the way ..."
As the woodsman pulled himself by the hips into the younger man, grunting with desire, Hansel felt the sweet excruciations inside him slowly began to uncoil from pain to a deep, animal pleasure as he adjusted to the pressure and rhythm. He felt the woodsman's cock plunge into him to the hilt, felt the heavy press of the man's body full against his ass, only to pull back and repeat. Tears streamed down his face in an ecstatic flow as the woodsman began to huff and thrust with vigor, and when Hansel felt his lover thunder into him and release, he did the same.
