The Sadistic Tale of Hansel and Gretel. Part II

Mature Audience Only. Very graphic. Keep in mind this is only fantasy, I’ve seen worse on cable.

Part Two:
Gretel stands up shedding her loose rope as she walks over to the kitchen counter. She swipes a rag from the counter top and shoves it into her step-mother’s mouth. “Shut up Bitch!” She declares. Gretel grabs her step-mothers hair from both sides of her scalp and slams her face into the table busting her nose. Gretel grabs a piece of short rope from the floor and ties it around her step-mothers head and between her teeth. Her step-mothers mouth gag becomes impossible to spit out.

Hansel unfastens his belt, his pants drop to the floor around his ankles. His step-mother’s muted screams only confirm to Hansel that his pain will be felt. Hansel looks down at his step-mothers hairy, tangled up mess. An impenetrable weave of hair rests between her thighs. Hansel looks around the kitchen for an answer to his problem. Spotting the dirty dishes of his step-mothers breakfast he swipes his fingertips through the congealed pork fat left over from fried bacon and slaps her crotch hair full of the aromatic white creamy grease.

[F] Sneak preview (closed captioning) for my upcoming GWaudio upload of me ramblefapping, heavy on the ramble. Tags include (but are by no means limited to) the following: [GFE] [period sex] [BJ] [counting orgasms] [brat] [“Sir”] [monogamy/faithfulness] [impreg] [sweet]

I hope it’s ok to be posting here; I wasn’t exactly sure where to put this. r/GWABackstage is for non-erotic stuff (which this pastebin is most definitely NOT… ha! double-negative’d ya). r/gonewildaudioCafe didn’t seem right, either. And it’s not exactly a script, because this was totally improvised, so I didn’t think r/GWAScriptGuild was the right place. It’s more of a transcription/commentary of a fun hour in my bedroom, and it’s definitely true because, well, it happened xD

So here I landed. I’m actually kind of… *proud* of this one; I mean, I’m kindasortateehee proud of all my recordings, but this one especially so, because it’s mine, all mine, and not based on anyone else[‘s script]. So: take a seat, get comfortable, and venture a peek if you’re feeling up for a super rambly, intimate, and intense read. 😘

Oh, and: considering that the audio itself is 62min long and transcribing this shiz took me a little over 2 hours (and I type >100wpm), I HOPE YOU APPRECIATE IT.

A Week Of Fantasy Island [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

I saw it advertised online. In clear black and white in the pages of an adult entertainment website. I was not sure what I was looking for, other than a release from the doldrums of a dire day to day existence. I had come out of a long term relationship rudderless, and the seemingly endless sea of porn and unfilled promises was doing my head in. The words read out like a beacon to my cock.

# Fantasy Island

Within the advertisement, was a promise of a week of heteroflexibility, where you would be one of many, ready to take part in a competition of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first. Heteroflexible? Admittedly, that was something that ended my relationship. I had dearly wanted my ex girlfriend to put toys in my ass and she wouldn’t. I started watching bisexual porn and became intrigued by the cocks of other men. Was it going to be worth the flight in Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required. Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival.

Fantasy Island Day 6 [Bi] [Femdom] [MSub] [oral]

Here comes the weekend!

I felt the lovemaking stain on the bottom sheet and as the morning sun started to flood the room, I looked on at the woman next to me, still oblivious to her surroundings. Not a spot of makeup. Peachy cheeks, full lips and long lashes with a few freckles here and there. Cute by definition. I was going to miss her a lot. I could feel the tears welling up and tried to think about the day ahead. It was going to be my turn to take part of the masculine sex games the others had been getting up to.

I have heard about the “Put The Tongue On The Dick” game. Where the men were in a line, flaccid (or some were stiff, depending on how aroused you were). One man kept score, the other was blindfolded and encouraged to go down the line. Fondle penis and balls. Use tongue and mouth to explore. As he went down the line, the erections began to pile up. Once he had guessed, the next person would be picked and the line would rearrange. It always ended up in a blow job orgy. That idea saw my cock grow stiff as I pottered about the room. I decided to escape for some fresh air and to join the guys for breakfast.

Simple country couple working out baby making in the 1950s [FM,preg][OC]

We had waited til marriage, it’s our way.

I love Billy, not too bright and plain looking but kind of heart, a hard worker from an honourable family. Many had sought to court me, I don’t mind saying I’m quite fortunate to have the features God blessed me with. Long chestnut hair, pale skin with blue eyes and heavy lips.
I could’ve chosen any of them, but I chose Billy to the delight of his dear mother. A simple woman with great love. Many mocked me for “marrying low” they called it. None of them know what a good father and husband is, I know, my father was a good man and together I can be the mind for the things Billy lacks.

There’s a problem. We’ve been married six months and I’m still not with child. He’s held me every night and still no baby. We’re doing something wrong, either nobody ever thought, or were too embarrassed to teach us how it works.
Every night he holds me in his arms, he’s so strong. My world is reassured when Billy holds me. He kisses me tenderly and waves of excitement roll over my entire body, especially in my breasts and deep in my bowels. I wet my undergarments, it’s not wee, it’s something else. I ban barely sleep with the excitement but I don’t know what we’re supposed to do.

My pregant wifes best friend from school flew in to spend some time with us. On the last day of her stay things got messy. [OC][Str8, FMF, preg, mast, oral]

I’d had a bad day.

My boss is an asshole, why do I work my ass off for that idiot? As soon as I get some money saved up I’m gonna open my own Truck service. My pregnant wife Rachel has been extremely supportive through the long hours but I’ve barely seen her I’ve been working so hard.

Her best friend from school Sophie flew in from Ohio for a visit which is great because I’d hate Rachel to be home alone all the time. It’s been tense all week though. Sophie’s hot, extremely hot and I can’t get her out of my head.
She flies out tomorrow thank goodness but I’ll need a cold shower and if that isn’t enough I’ll blow my load in my wife just to get her out of my head. Damn pregnant women are horny, which is great I ride Rachel almost every night. I love the feel of her fat belly against my abs and her swollen tits leaking from the excitement. I cum so much in Rachels pussy at some point she’s going to start pulling bone marrow.

Beyond the Rim, part 2 [MF] [sci-fi] [tentacle] [preg] [eggs] [MC]

Nerys woke up only slowly, and it was long before she could separate the dreams from reality. Wherever she was now, it was wet, dark and warm. The tentacles were all still inside her, and no part of her was free of contact with the creature. Her hands and legs, forced away from her body, were fixed by the strong, alien limbs. On her skin they felt like strand-woven flesh, soft, but with an unnerving unlike any humanoid she had ever known.

Her breasts had swollen, how large she didn’t dare imagine, and from the feeling of it were now being milked, slowly and surely, by the wet, hungry mouths of her violator.

She was aware that she wasn’t breathing, that there was nothing to breathe at all, and also, that this didn’t bother her anymore. Whatever oxygen she needed, it was finding its way into her system. Her dreams had been dark and intense, full of hungry, violent sex, and wet, squirming things, forcing themselves inside her, filling her up one by one. Most of it was a dream, and still, all of it had been real.

Beyond the Rim, part 1 [MF] [sci-fi] [reluc] [preg] [alien sex] [oviposition]

Nerys was further beyond explored space than she had ever gone before, in the fraying regions of known as The Rim. The silence of the voids roared around the Crested Hawk, her Mark-7-7-5 explorer-cruiser. Most genuine economic activity, these cycles, was done by the drones, and there was too much excess to bother with competition or the pretense of scarcity.

All activity, of course, except for the collection of Durionite, which was used in making the best sort of starship engines. There was an extremely limited supply to go around, and for that reason, Durionite engines were normally only available to members of those fancy, hereditary guilds her ancestors hadn’t belonged to. Well, they could stuff it, as far as she was concerned. When she finally hit the mother-lode, anyone who wanted share of her excess had better have an excellent forgery, and a team of expert engineers, to repay her. Until she had a large enough haul, in fact, she was planning to keep going outwards, even if it would take years.

Shannon’s Baby [Mf][Mdom][Fsub][preg]

“Shit…” Shannon muttered under her breath as she jumped in the car. She was late to work for the second time this week. Her boss was going to be furious if she didn’t get in on time. She sped off down the road, skipping her normal stop for coffee at Starbucks. Caffeine would just have to wait until after she got checked in at work.

As she made the turn out of her little neighborhood, she got lucky and hit the next three lights on green. Things were looking up; maybe she would make it on time after all! She zipped across town and made it into the parking lot at 8:57. “Three minutes, I can’t believe I made it!” she thought as she slid out of the car and strutted across the parking lot hurriedly.

She popped into the office and beamed a smile at her boss in his office. “Good morning, sir!” she said cheerfully, thankful that she hadn’t gotten off on the wrong foot by being late.

[MF] Close Encounters of the Target Kind, pt. II

So after finishing my [Target shopping experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/84dh34/close_encounters_of_the_target_kind_mf/), I realized that I did not have Neesa’s number or anyway to contact her. She never reached out to me and a year or so had passed since the original meeting. I had thought of the encounter often but didn’t dwell on it. There were other hook ups to be had!

My old business card, which I had handed out, had my personal cell number on it as I used one card for two jobs because I was lazy and a wallet can only carry so many items. No one ever utilized my personal cell phone so I ended up removing it from the card and eventually got a corporate phone to boot so it was a surprise to receive a text from an unknown number late at night.

I was sitting in the graduate library of the college I was getting my Masters degree from, studying for some business accounting class that was much more difficult than it should have been when my phone went off.

“Is this JH3JH3?”

I assumed it was a classmate, looking for us to join in so I fired back an assertive “Yup.”