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Wolf -2: With Hansel And Gretel
by Jack Rabbit (address withheld)
***
Runaway teens Hansel and Gretel raid Grandma Sara's
pies, getting in trouble. Grandma Sara and Wolf get to
know the kids intimately as they work off payment for
the raid. (Mf/Fm, rom, voy, mast, 1st, ped, oral, fan)
***
WOLF MEETS GRANDMA - PART 1
WOLF WITH HANSEL AND GRETEL - PART 2
WOLF AND JACK - PART 3
WOLF WITH THE TEN LITTLE INDIANS - PART 4
WOLF WITH THE THREE LITTLE PIGS - PART 5
WOLF MEETS LITTLE RED - PART 6
Author Note: This story is a work of fantasy fiction,
adapted from traditional fairy tales written as
creative entertainment, and should not be viewed as
more than a work of fiction. The Wolf stories tell of
his intimate adventures from a Grandma's point of view.
ARCHIVIST'S NOTE: The author did not supply a contact
address so we are unable to direct you to any other
parts unless they are supplied by the author.
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WOLF WITH HANSEL AND GRETEL - PART 2
Grandma Sara's Memoirs:
Although there was reason to believe Wolf would soon
just move on without warning, I was getting comfortable
having him around. He was a hard working handyman,
repairing everything that needed to be repaired, making
carpentry improvement to the house and barn where it
would help. Although I couldn't deal with his oversized
penis, I enjoyed cuddling with him in bed and the
limited sexual hand and oral molestation he shared with
me.
He complimented my uses of my hands to repeatedly bring
him to a climax. He did not complain, but I knew he
felt he was missing something. I kept thinking of the
afternoon he got so aroused watching two young girls
splashing naked in the lake. I decided to just accept
him as an intimate friend for as long as he was there,
and not worry about when or why he would eventually
wander on.
One beautiful day a few weeks later I was singing
around the house as I baked a dozen pies from the
berries we had gathered the day before, then in the
afternoon, while they were cooling, Wolf and I took his
pack horse to the orchard to harvest apples. We worked
and laughed and enjoyed ourselves the whole afternoon;
that is until we got back in the house. A berry pie was
upside down on the floor. Another one was missing.
"We've been raided," I sighed, "Probably some drunken
ranch hands passing through."
Looking around the floor, Wolf responded, "I don't
think they were ranch hands." He paused to listen.
Chickens in the barn were unusually noisy. He pointed
to smears of berry pie on the floor. "Those footprints
look like a couple of kids." He pointed to the barn,
"They might still be here."
He left for the barn before I could react. I started
cleaning the fallen pie from the floor, and was about
to go for the mop, when Wolf was again at the door,
grasping the arms of two children he had captured in
the barn. The two blond, skinny kids were a mess with
blackberry pie all over their shirts, hands and faces.
"Well," I growled, "What have we here?" I knew them.
The tall fourteen year boy was Hansel, and with him was
his petite sister of eleven, Gretel. "A couple of
bandits stealing from me, and making a mess of my
house." Putting my hand on my hips, "The sheriff will
deal with you two."
"No," Gretel squealed. Hansel gulped, but remained
quiet. Gretel continued. "Please don't turn us in. Our
uncle was beating us every day, so we ran off." Her
eyes were pleading, "We were hungry, and the pies were
too tempting. If the sheriff takes us back to Uncle
with this, he'll beat us severely with a steel rod."
Her eyes began to well with tears.
I knew their uncle. He was a mean drunk most of the
time. He liked to start bar fights. I stood staring as
Wolf gripped their arms tightly. "You can release them,
Wolf." He let them go. There were a few moments of
silence as they looked around at each of us, then at
the mess on the floor. "I'm missing two pies, and my
floor is a mess. What do we do about that?"
Hansel answered, "I'll clean the mess, and if you don't
turn us in, I'll work at what ever you want done to pay
for what we took."
Gretel wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Me too."
Wolf said nothing since he didn't know them. He went
outside briefly, and then returned with the mop and
bucket for them to clean the floor. I told them that
after cleaning their mess, they could peel apples and
help me make the next batch of pies. If they did that I
wouldn't turn them over to the Sheriff. They agreed.
It started out with the two runaways cleaning the mess,
while I made some soup and sandwiches for lunch. Wolf
and I had a leisurely lunch with the two kids before
sitting down to peal apples. Wolf retreated to go to
the barn to work with the horses while we worked on
pies. When they finished with a tub of apples, Hansel
offered to dice the apples. Gretel, a friend of
animals, followed Wolf to the barn, so for the rest of
afternoon Hansel and I made pies.
I made the dough for the crusts while he diced apples.
As we worked I asked about their story, which he
explained. Seems they were orphans left in the care of
their uncle, a mean uncle. After a year of beatings and
beratings they had enough and decided to run away. As
we talked, Hansel kept looking at me with an
adventurous smile, staring as I leaned over the table
using a rolling pin to flatten the crust dough.
I guessed he was fascinated by my large bosom. After I
notice his stares, I walked by the mirror and looked.
My blouse was unbuttoned to the waist, exposing the
cleavage, and my nipples were pushing at the cotton
blouse like little darts. I snickered, buttoned the
blouse, and returned to making pies.
Hansel's reaction to my breasts aroused me. It was what
I had expected from Wolf earlier, but Wolf was not
excited by big breasts. In my mind I thought it was
funny that young boys, like Hansel, were fascinated
with and older women's large bosom, where men my own
age, like Wolf, didn't seem to notice. He was more
interested in little girl's undeveloped charms. The
irony of it made me chuckle.
As we talked about the life they came from, Hansel
continued to try not to stare, but he watched me
anyway. Just like Wolf's involuntarily reacted when
watching those naked little girls at the lake, there
was an obvious bulge in Hansel's pants. I became
aroused thinking the effect my breasts were having on
Hansel. Trying to ignore that sensation, I talked and
concentrated on finishing the pie dough. I set up
Hansel with a big pot for mixing the apples with sugar
and other ingredients on the stove, and then left him
for a moment to get more pie tins from the storage
shed.
I detoured to check how Wolf and Gretel were working
out. I decided to use discretion and peek first. Wolf's
shirt was off, hanging on the wall. They were focused
on washing horses, chatting, making jokes. I was about
to speak, when I paused. Gretel splashed soapy water on
herself as she scrubbed the horse. She ignored it. As
she worked, she asked Wolf non-chalantly about the
necklace he was wearing. I had noticed it before, but
had not asked. I was also curious. I didn't want to
distract him from his response.
The necklace was made of a leather string holding
stream smoothed stones and beads. He told that it was
one of many similar necklaces a young Indian girl gave
him years ago. Noticing her fascination with the odd
looking necklace, he offered to let Gretel have it,
since he had more in his saddle bags. She thanked him
profusely as she accepted the gift, putting around her
own neck.
Returning to her side of the horse they were cleaning,
she inadvertently stepped in a pile of manure. She went
down on her rump on top of the manure. In a flash, Wolf
was to her, helping her to her feet, asking if she was
hurt. As he backed off a little, he slipped in the same
patch of manure. He also fell on his rump. I chuckled,
quietly watching as she apologized for creating such a
mess. Both stood, wiping the excess dung from their
clothes. Then they laughed.
Wolf suggested they use the barn shower stall to clean
themselves before they do anything else. Grabbing the
bucket they had been using for the horse, he led her to
the shower stall. Gretel's eyes widened and mouth
opened agape, surprised to be watching Wolf remove his
pants. He was tall, hairy, and naked. His penis hung
from his groin like a tool handle. As he opened the
spigot for the cold shower, she giggled. "Wow, Mr.
Wolf, your man thing is so much bigger than Hansel's."
She stood and stared at Wolf using the soap and rags
and water to clean the pants he held in his hand.
"You need a shower, too." He smiled, "Give me your
dress." He stepped briefly away from the stall to lay
his trousers across a clean bale of hay.
"I'm sorry for the mess." She pulled the simple stained
garment up over her head to hand it to Wolf. He took it
into the shower stall to scrub out the manure stains,
watching her stand near him with her plain cotton
underpants underneath, also splattered with horse shit.
The skinny manure-stained little girl stood nearly
naked in front of him.
She had no breasts, just red berry-like nipples on her
chest. Between her thin legs the wet cotton panties
accented the puffy lips of her little vagina. Wolf
dipped the dress in the bucket of soap and water,
squatting to scrub out the dirt and stains. He told her
she needed to clean the underwear also. I couldn't make
out what they were saying, but their interaction
continued from there. She held up her arms for Wolf to
grip the waist of the panties and slide them down.
I could see his arousal becoming obvious. The naked
young girl took charge of the laundry detail, and
finished scrubbing her dress before putting on the hay
next to his pants. Wolf stood, his attention
transfixed, watching her prance nude in front of him.
In the shower he got her wet, using the soap to scrub
her hair. He then squatted to wash the dirt from the
young girl's body. First, he cleaned her arms and neck,
he then slowly washed her back and chest. She giggled
as he made certain each nipple was well soaped. Then he
washed each of her legs. He had her bend over so he
could slowly clean her rump.
She gasped, displayed a little smile, then adjusted her
footing as he washed her puffy rump. Wolf slid his
soapy fingers between her legs to rub her hairless
slit. She giggled again, holding on to his arm, she
looked down at his manipulating fingers tickling her
vagina. She stuttered a statement, "That feels good,
but it makes me want to pee. With a smile, Wolf
responded that he'd like to watch girls let it go, that
the shower would clean any stains. Blushing a little,
she let go with a yellow stream over his hand as he
continued to push his fingers in the way of the flow.
When she finished peeing, she turned to him, and stared
with wonderment at his rigid manhood, bigger than any
penis she had ever seen. He then handed her the soppy
wet cleaning rag, encouraging her to do the same for
him. Without speaking, she started washing his legs,
but his erection was right in front of her. She soaped
it the way he had her, only to have it begin to quiver.
He balanced himself by holding her shoulders as she
concentrated on rubbing the bouncing erection. Asking
her to grasp it and rub it harder, he moaned.
She was anticipating a yellow flow like hers, but
Gretel was surprised and fascinated by his reaction to
her cleaning him with sensual rubbing. She stared as
the bulbous head began to ooze. Then, with a little
more rubbing it started squirting a stream of sticky
white liquid. Surprised, she let go. She stood back and
stared at the hose like reaction of the pulsating
eruptions.
At that point I decided to go back to the house. Should
I be angry? Wolf was just taking advantage of a
situation I knew pleased him. I thought of my rebuffing
him since that one night, and told myself, "What the
heck".
Hansel was humming to himself, churning the apple pie
mix, when I started putting the dough in the pie tins.
He was obviously still intrigued with my bosom. Naughty
thoughts drifted through my head that I tried to
dismiss, but the sight of these two aroused males made
it hard not to think about. Hansel looked at me and
asked, "Are you and Wolf sweethearts?"
I chuckled, "No, he's just a friend staying a few
days."
He paused a moment, "Your so beautiful. I'm surprised
that you don't have a husband."
I smiled. "My husband died years ago. I have
grandchildren your age. Why do you ask?"
He carried a pot of apple pie mix to the table for me.
"You're the prettiest lady I've ever seen. You can't be
a grandmother. You're too young and pretty."
I smiled. Glancing down I noticed he walked with the
bulge. That fascinated me. I scooped the apple mix from
the pot into the pie tins. Looking at my blouse I
noticed the points where my nipples were pushing the
fabric were more prominent. I had apparently splashed
sauce on my chest, and the dampness made the blouse
cling. I knew what I had seen in the barn had
stimulated me, too. I blushed, smiled, looked into his
eyes, and said "Does my blouse intrigue you?"
His eyes focused on my chest. He gulped, then
whispered, "Uh-huh."
I felt devilish. If Wolf could enjoy fondling Gretel
right there, why shouldn't I have a little fun with her
brother. I reached up and started unbuttoning the
blouse, "Would you like to see them?"
His eyes widened. He nodded agreement.
I opened the blouse to expose my large breasts. The
sides of the blouse pushed the breasts together for a
deeply shadowed cleavage. The two puffed areoles were
topped by stiff bright pink nipples. "Is this what
you've been peeking at?" I watched him stare, "You can
touch them if you wish."
He reached his hands to my breast, squeezing them like
melons. With one hand on the table, I puffed my chest
out and closed my eyes. Electric tingling spread out
from my nipples through my body. Feeling devilish, I
mentioned, "Go ahead, taste them."
He didn't think twice, grasping the bulk of one breast
with his hands, I quivered at the sensation of his
mouth sucking the erect nipple, sending waves of
electric sensation through my body. I could sense a
warming wetness surfacing between my legs. I should
stop. "That's enough for the moment." I opened my eyes
as he withdrew. I closed the blouse, and glanced toward
the door. Surprise. Little Gretel was standing in the
doorway, wearing her damp, somewhat cleaner dress,
holding a basket full of eggs.
I blushed again, not knowing what to say. With a grin
on his lips, Hansel quietly returned to the pots on the
stove. Gretel said, "Mr. Wolf thought you could use the
eggs." She walked to the counter, put the basket there,
smiled at her brother and me. She quietly headed back
to the barn.
"We were naughty when we shouldn't have been." I
returned to moving pies in and out of the oven.
We talked while we finished the pies, joking a little
about what we had done. He told about Gretel catching
him with a girlfriend in a meadow a month earlier, but
telling no one, so she probably wouldn't say anything
here.
Back from the barn, Wolf looked tired, but Gretel
skipped into the house with a silent grin on her lips.
She smiled at me and her brother, asked if they had
done enough to pay for the damages.
I agreed, telling them they could leave if they wanted.
"I've started dinner, if you'd like to eat first." I
offered to let them stay overnight, rather than put
them out in the woods at dark. They found that welcome,
especially since I offered to feed them dinner. I told
them to go clean up. They chose to use the barn shower
for that task.
While I was alone with Wolf I asked, "Did the girl
mention anything after she brought in the eggs?"
"She chatted in the barn about things she used to do
with her brother, about their hopes of finding a home
out in Oregon with an aunt. But no, she didn't say
anything special. Why?"
"I saw the accident the two of you had with the manure,
and your washing each other."
His grin disappeared. "Does create a problem for us?"
"Common sense alarms me it isn't good for an older man
to be screwing a little girl. What happens if she
becomes pregnant? Then again, I understood a while ago
that you're fascinated with very young girls. I realize
that young girls offer a fresh innocent sense of
romantic adventure that women like me outgrew long ago.
I think, if you're careful, it's cute."
His smile returned. "Thank you for understanding."
"Watching the two of you got me thinking about things.
Back here in the kitchen while I was making pies with
Hansel, I noticed his fascination with my chest. He was
aroused, and that intrigued me. After watching you with
his sister, I wanted to try something naughty like
that. I let him fondle me. Gretel walked in while he
was exploring."
"This was after you watched us in the barn?"
I surprised even myself. I said, "We all were a little
naughty, so there is little to keep hidden."
He asked, "Seems that we're just getting more
acquainted with the children than we should. You want
to let them stay for a while before they go off to
Oregon?"
My curiosity had the better of me. "Did you already
have sex with Gretel after cleaning her?"
He chuckled. "We stopped ourselves when we showered.
When she came back after bringing your eggs, though,
she wanted me to try. Now I understand why."
Aroused by the situation I pressed for what happened,
he told me the erotic details She came back to the barn
telling Wolf she had changed her mind, that yes, she
wanted him to explore her pee-pee with his. Taking off
her clothes a second time, she sat on his lap as he sat
on a bale of hay, straddling his lap backwards so his
erection was rubbing under her slit.
She was moaning as he held her to him, grasping her
small chest, his finger tweaking the button nipples.
She reached down to hold his penis with her hand as she
slid up and down on the excited member. The contact
made her vagina excrete a warm wetness. She squealed
with delight when once again she stimulated Wolf's
manhood, sliding on it as it quivered, oozed liquid,
then burst out like a hose arching white sticky fluid
out on the floor.
Wolf had Gretel get up and turn around to face him. He
inspected he small little slit, slipping a finger
inside, where he encountered the blockage of her hymen
membrane. Offering to restrain himself while he
massaged her clitoris, she told how she used to watch
Hansel do this with a girlfriend. She wanted Wolf to
try to fit inside her. His erection had recovered its
full glory.
Wolf stood up, had her turn around with her back to
him, climb up on the bale of hay, and bend over. He
held her hips with his hands while she was holding the
hay bale, and pushed his manhood between her legs.
Sliding it back and forth several times in contact with
the warm, wet opening, he finally used his hand to
guide himself into her tight little hole. At first she
was too tight for him to get the head more than an
inch. They moaned with delight as he slowly pumped in
against the membrane, gaining depth a fraction of an
inch at a time. She cried a little for him to be
careful.
He retreated his, love tool nearly all the way out, his
hand holding her in place, then began slowly pumping.
After a minute of that, he thrust deep, breaking her
virginity barrier. She squealed a combination of pain
and pleasure, tears rolling down her cheeks. A little
blood started trickling from their conjunction,
dribbling down her leg. He backed nearly all the way
out, then grasping her buttocks cheeks with his hands,
and he thrust in to her as deeply as he could. She
whimpered a little. He held still for several seconds
in the impaled position, then slowly began pumped, like
a steam train starting to roll.
Continuing his stuffy penetration, he asked if it hurt.
She slowly relaxed. Gretel acknowledged that it felt
much better after her vagina adjusted to the painful
penetration. In a few seconds, she moaned with ecstasy,
rotating her hips in rhythm of continued pumping. Wolf
felt his climax coming. Suddenly he burst inside her.
She told him she felt multiple waves of pleasure as
they kept it up. They then slowed. He finally went limp
and pulled himself out of her love canal. Creamy white
liquid dripped down her legs over the blood stains.
They rolled over into clean hay, taking time to catch
their breath. Wolf was surprised when she reached to
start rubbing his limp member again. They showered each
other again, got dressed and went to the house.
After getting all these details from Wolf I was
aroused. I thought of having sex with him right there,
but told myself I was being silly just before dinner.
Then it came back to me how I was so sore for two day
from having intercourse with him earlier. I pondered if
it would be different with Hansel since his shaft was
so much smaller.
During dinner Hansel and Gretel giggled to themselves,
but we talked around our sensual secrets. The kids went
to greater detail about what they were running away
from, while I elaborated about my own children, now
grown, that I raised with my late Charlie years ago.
Wolf just asked questions about the rest of our
stories, not volunteering any like tales of his own
life. Finally, as we were finishing desert Wolf
broached the issue we were all avoiding so carefully.
"Kids, did you discuss what happened for each of you
this afternoon?"
There was an abrupt silence so deafening you could hear
a pin drop. I wasn't certain what to say, except Hansel
and I smiled silently at each other. Gretel finally
said, "Hansel asked if I saw him being naughty with
you, Miss Sara." Gretel blushed a little. "I told him I
saw, that it look like you both were having fun, so I
decide to do the same with Mr. Wolf!"
Wolf, who was staring across at the kids, said,
"Gretel, I enjoyed our fun. Sara had fun with your
explorations, Hansel. I thought I'd ask if you wanted
to do more of the same this evening?"
I was a bit taken back, mouth popped open with nothing
to say. The kids looked at Wolf, at me, then at each
other. They started giggling. They turned their
attention back toward us. Hansel's eyes shifted to my
bosom again. He gulped, smiled, then nodded his head.
Gretel stared down at her plate. She nodded her head
affirmative. She was game.
We cleaned up the dinner dishes and prepared the
fireplace blaze. I settled on the sofa, not sure how to
proceed. I had never participated in group sexual
encounters before, so I encouraged Wolf and Gretel to
start the fun. Wolf had a better idea. We would play a
game of cards, with the losers giving up something each
hand. We all lost shoes and socks the first few hands.
When I lost my blouse, Hansel's wide eyed stares
focused on my large breasts jiggling on my chest.
Wolf won the next hand. He collected Gretel's dress and
my skirt, leaving the two of us with only panties. I
blushed a little at the novelty of my public exposure.
Gretel's panties were already damp in the crotch, the
cloth clinging to the outline of her vagina. Hansel was
about to surrender his trousers, bulging with arousal
anticipation, but Wolf told him to wait. Instead of the
clothes, he wanted Hansel to kiss my nipples.
I smirked at Wolf, but since this was coming anyway, I
agreed to the proposal. Hansel stood, nearly stumbling
into me as I leaned back and pushed out my chest to
elevate the breasts for the puffed up areoles and stiff
nipples to point at him. He kissed my neck, upper
chest, breasts, then suckled the left nipple. Our party
got naughtier from there on.
A few hands later both Gretel and Wolf were naked,
except for the Indian stone necklace that she did not
want to take off. Then she won. Looking at me and her
brother, she walked over to Wolf, squatted before him,
took hold of his huge erect pole, and started stroking
it up and down with a single hand grip. She leaned
forward to kiss the end of it.
She told me since she won the hand, she expected me do
the same for her brother. Hansel's penis was much small
than Wolf's but no less excited. It tasted damp and
salty as I licked the tip while stoking it, with thumb
and forefinger clamp over it. I hoped to keep him from
climaxing to soon.
The card game ended. Hansel moved in between my spread
legs to suck my hairy vagina in response to what I had
done for him. I held the chair with my hands, an
electric ecstasy pulsating up my legs as his tongue
stimulated the sensitive clitoris stub within the folds
of my pussy. I was surprised how wet I was getting. My
heart was racing in reaction.
I watched Wolf and Gretel retreat into his room. I
expected them to close the door, but they didn't. Wolf
lay down on his back on the bed, with his shaft
sticking up like a fence post. Little Gretel mounted
him like she was riding a horse. Guiding his shaft into
her opening, she slowly lowered herself until she was
fully impaled. She shifted, so that she was laying
horizontally on him, her legs on his, her mouth on his
hairy chest. Wolf grasped her rump, and as both started
moaning in rhythm, he pumped his hip up and down while
she rotated her hips on top of him.
I helped Hansel stand; led him to my bed, and there,
like Wolf, I lay back for Hansel to climb on top. I
used my hands to guide him through the hair covered
vagina. Unlike the stuffiness of Wolf's thick
penetration, Hansel's smaller penis slid in all the
way. Slowly, he began pumping his penis inside me,
coupled with rotating hips. While he pumped inside me,
he gripped my breasts, tweaking the nipples with his
thumbs. I sensed a series of about four climaxes
bursting within me before I felt his eruption.
He squirted and squirted warm liquid deep inside my
love canal. His actions slowed, his shaft softening. He
was about to get off, but I grabbed his buttocks and
clamped him too me. We lay there in each other's arms
for several more minutes, finally stirring when Wolf's
voice asked us if we wanted to clean up before we fell
asleep. The two of them were beside my bed staring down
at us.
We took a community bath, cleaning the love juices from
ourselves, then we went back to bed. I think Hansel
mounted me three more times during the night, extending
the erotic feelings by drowsily suckling my breasts
afterwards. Needless to say no one got much sleep. We
all made love repeated the next day. I was surprised
that the pain I felt after sex with Wolf was not an
issue following my interactions with Hansel.
The next morning while I cooked bacon and eggs for
breakfast Wolf sat at the table with a new sketch book
making drawings of Hansel and Gretel and me. The
drawings were actual good likenesses, although they
seemed a bit too pornographic. It was like his artwork
'Ten Little Indian'. His artwork was interrupted when I
served the food, and delayed for most of the day. There
were morning barnyard chores with the chickens, cows,
and horses then the orchard harvesting, followed by his
handyman carpentry work on the barn. Hansel and Gretel
developed a sweat doing any chore we asked them to help
with.
The kids stayed for a month, gathering fruit for my
pies, helping Wolf with his handyman projects. Although
Wolf gave me sensual massages and oral sex when it was
the two of us, I continued to sleep with Hansel. I just
couldn't take Wolf's huge shaft. I did not understand
how it worked out with Little Gretel. I guess the youth
are more elastic when it comes to the walls of the love
canal.
I did try to please him though. Seeing his arousal at
the site of her bald little girl's pussy, I thought he
may like me that way. One morning, after the kids had
gone ahead to the orchard, when he was shave the parts
of his beard he didn't want to keep, I asked him if he
would be willing to shave my public region. It felt
strange when he used soapy water and a raxor to clean
the hair away, the coolness generating goose bumps on
my mound.
The clean shaven look worked on him, because it got him
excited enough to spread berry preserves all over the
mound, and within the folds, so that he could stick his
head between my legs to lick it clean. Despite my
concern with the difficulty it would generate,
following that, I bent over the table, allowing him to
hold my rump and drive himself into me with a passion
that created multiple climaxes for both of us. Once
again, I spent the day walking carefully because his
large shaft was more than I could comfortably take.
After that I reserved my aggressive intercourse for
Hansel, with Gretel more than happy to take any effort
Wolf was willing to attempt.
With time the love games became more routine, and the
frequency slowed to a few times a day. Wolf told me
Gretel was quite a minx, exhausting his aging body with
her sustained voracious sexual appetite. She was
getting creative, offering to make love while riding
horses or doing it immersed in cool water at the lake.
Finally, we got caught. Mr. McCain son, Jack, was
making a supply delivery. He saw Wolf on top of Gretel
in the open in the apple orchard, stopping his wagon to
watch a sixty year old man having passionate sex with
an eleven year old child. He recognized Gretel from
school, aware that she had run away with her brother.
After watching them quietly for a few minutes, he
continued on with his delivery mission.
When he pulled up at the yard, Hansel greeted him. They
knew each other from school. While unloading the wagon,
he told me that Hansel and Gretel's uncle was looking
for them. Jack felt obligated to volunteer the
discovery to the sheriff. With that threat so imminent,
the kids knew it was time to move on. We provided them
with money and supplies, giving them a horse, then we
bid them goodbye. They were gone when the sheriff came
out to investigate the next day. He was aware the kids
had been mistreated, and was not surprised they had run
off. He wished them luck where ever they were going.
I soon missed Hansel, and found out all over again that
Wolf was just too big for me. I know that has been
frustrating for Wolf, who had enjoyed Gretel's
enthusiastic sexual gymnastics, but life is filled with
difficulties. I wonder if we'll ever see them again.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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