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Wolf - 3: Wolf Reveals Jack
by Jack Rabbit (address withheld)

***

Delivery boy Jack McCain, who gained frame for taking 
big breasted Jill Adams up the hill for a pale of 
waters, discovers the intimate relationships that 
Hansel and Gretel are having with Sara and Wolf. Jack 
offers his silence if Sara will be intimate with him. 
(Fm, ped, reluc, rom, voy, mast, 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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Grandma Sara's Memoirs 


A few days after Hansel and Gretel left, young Jack 
McCain came by for deliveries, dropping off flour, 
sugar, and carpentry supplies; picking up the three 
dozen pies I had ready. Wolf was out collecting more 
apples for me, so I offered Jack some lunch. While we 
ate our rabbit stew, we talked about people we knew, a 
conversation that turned to Hansel and Gretel. Curious 
where they were, he was surprised they had moved on. He 
knew both of them from school. Jack and Hansel were 
eighth grade until Hansel ran off. 

They used to play kick ball with other teenagers, and 
in fact they both tried courting classmate Jill Adams, 
a fourteen year old classmate with blond curly hair, 
big breasts, a pretty face, and a button nose. I knew 
Jill, and had heard the little ditti being repeated in 
town about Jack and Jill. You know, 'Jack and Jill went 
up the hill – to fetch a pail of water – Jack fell down 
and broke his crown – and Jill came tumbling after'. 
There was a lot of truth to the song. Last year Jack 
was seen for a month with his head bandaged. 

"Are you still going with Jill?" I asked.

"She lost interest in Hansel and me. She likes David 
Bendix, the rancher's son. I think it's because he has 
more money." 

"So you were a friend of Hansel. Did you talk to him 
before he left?"

"Yeh. I spotted your friend Wolf being intimate with 
little Gretel in the orchard. Hansel laughed at the 
revelation, explaining that Wolf got excited about 
young girls like Gretel. He hinted that he had been 
able to take a few liberties with you." 

I was shocked and disappointed. Why would Jack bring 
that up? Why would Hansel volunteer details so private. 
"Have you told anyone else about this?" I was worried.

I told the sheriff that Hansel and Gretel stopped here 
for dinner. That's all. I think Cherry Peters overheard 
me telling another friend about Gretel and Wolf. She 
used to be Gretel's best friend. I'm sorry that I 
talked too much."

"Cherry Peters is my granddaughter." I was more 
worried. "We call her Red Riding Hood because of the 
red cape she favors."

"Cherry was in the fifth grade with Gretel," Jack said, 
"She overheard, and was curious."

"Did you tell anyone else?"

He shook his head to indicate he had not. Like with 
Hansel, I noticed him trying not to stare at my blouse. 
I got up, poured myself a cup of coffee, and glanced in 
the mirror. My blouse was unbuttoned halfway down, 
allowing an ample display of cleavage. I buttoned it 
up, then returned to the table to sip my coffee. "I 
should tell the Sheriff what you and Wolf were doing, 
but I won't. You're such a good friend and customer." 

I knew he was angling for something more. "Could I get 
you to promise not to ever tell anyone about this?"

  There was a devilish smile on his lips. "Hansel was a 
friend of mine. He got to know about you the way I 
would want. If you were that nice to me, I could be 
quiet – forever."

I didn't like what sounded like blackmail, but the risk 
of the sheriff knowing that Wolf and I had sex with 
under age kids was frightening. "I've always been nice 
to you. What did you have in mind?"

He blushed, but grinned, "A little more. I would like 
it if we could go on a picnic."

"Picnic?"

"Maybe to the lake. We could go swimming."

I knew he was thinking we could get naked together, as 
I had done with Hansel. I blushed, sipped again, then 
said, "Okay. But it'll be our secret forever. Is that a 
promise?"

Agreeing to a picnic in two days when he returned for 
more pies, we finished our lunch conference, then 
loaded all the pies on his horse drawn wagon.

Two days later, while Wolf was off to town to get more 
hardware supplies, Jack arrived with his delivery wagon 
ready to take me to the lake. He was very charming, 
even bringing me a pot of purple pansies. He 
entertaining me with an endless string of jokes he was 
familiar with, and stories about the teacher and other 
kids at school. Knowing I was interested, he told me 
what he knew about my granddaughter's academic 
achievements in school, that she was the best in her 
class with spelling and reading. 

In the meadow beside the lake, while I spread out a 
blanket and laid out the fried chicken and potato salad 
I'd prepared, Jack went around picking daisies to 
accent our lunch. He was aware of my love for flower 
gardens, and played to that interest as best he could. 
He placed a large candle in the grass and lit the wick. 
A lovely setting. 

Finally he mentioned, "Shall we swim before we eat?"

"Sure. You first, young man."

I watched him remove his shoes, then his shirt, and 
finally drop his jeans. He stood before me wearing his 
boxer shorts. There was no apparent arousal, yet."

I watched him prance around, then leap over the burning 
candle while he half sang, "Jack be nimble, Jack be 
quick, Jack jumped over the candle stick". He then 
squatted near me, holding out his hand. "Aren't you 
going to join me?"

I wasn't really ready, but I had gotten myself into the 
situation with my eyes open. I accepted his hand, and 
stood up. I looked around to confirm we were alone, 
then removed my vest, dropping it near my clothes. "I 
don't have swimming wear," I said as I undid the hasps 
on my skirt. I let the ankle length skirt drop to the 
grass, stepped out of it one foot at a time. "Will you 
help me with the blouse?" I raised my arms to allow him 
to take it off me.

Now his shorts began to bulge. Taking hold of the hem 
on the blouse, he slowly lifted it, exposing my 
abdomen, then my breasts and nipples, then it was off. 

"I don't want to get my bloomers wet, so help with 
that."

Squatting to take hold of the bloomers waistband, he 
slowly peeled the material down my hips and legs, 
suddenly exposing everything intimate I had to show. 
Earlier I had shaved the body hair from my arm pits and 
pubic region because I thought Wolf preferred it. Now, 
with Jack staring at my naked, hairless form, I felt 
silly that way. 

Once I had stepped from the bloomers, he tossed them 
aside and stood up. The cool breeze on my exposed 
globes generated a mass of little goose bumps, and 
excited by nipples into two stiffly protruding pink 
cherries. I could feel an excitement warming my groin, 
though we had not touched each other. His shorts tented 
with a tautness in front.

"I'm swimming in the buff," I said, dashing towards the 
lake, "I think you're over dressed." The cool lake 
water was a shock to the system as I waded from ankle 
deep to knee deep to hip deep to chest immersed. I 
turned to see he was naked and right behind me. 
Standing in front of me, I realized he was a little 
shy. I put my hands to either side of his face and 
kissed him. I then took hold of his hands and guided 
them to my chest. Those roaming fingers felt good 
massaging my water cooled breasts, giving me pause to 
close my eyes and whisper that I liked it.

I reached down between us and took hold of Jack's 
erection, eliciting a series of grunting moans from 
him. Grinning, I then firmly and smoothly started 
masturbating him under water. She found that his penis, 
smaller than Wolf's, even smaller than Hansel's, had an 
upward kick in it near the head. He continued holding 
my breasts, then shifted to my shoulders for balance 
when his climax began a series of bursts. Several 
strings of sticky whitish ejacula floated to the 
surface between us. 

We shifted to cleaner water a few feet away, he 
snuggled up behind me, his flaccid shaft pushing at my 
buttocks. Using his hands to explore my breasts and 
waist and hips, he finally focused his fingers on the 
lips of my vagina. It felt weird those probings while 
immersed in cool water, but I was excited anyway, 
enough to have multiple waves of pleasure escalating 
and waning within my belly. They were not the climaxes 
I had experienced before, but they were enjoyable.

We then waded to shallow sandy water, where he sat 
down, and still in the water, pulled me over his rigid 
manhood. The small penis slipped right in without 
resistance, and the upward kink near the head created a 
novel sensation rubbing within me. We fucked in the 
water like that for several minutes until we had both 
exhausted our abilities. After a period of rest, we 
swam out to deeper areas of the lake, turned around to 
swim back to shore, then got out and dried ourselves. 

We were still alone, but I was worried we could get 
surprise guests at anytime, so, except for the shoes 
and underwear, I dressed myself, then started putting 
out the food. I asked, "Does this fulfill your 
request?"

He nodded agreement, reaching for a platter of food. 
"It is more than I hoped for."

"Not a word gets out. If Wolf finds out he will be 
angry with both of us." I lied. Wolf would feel happy 
for me because I'd gotten lucky again. I knew the 
threat would help keep Jack quiet.

"Oh, I promise. Does Wolf carry a gun?"

"He trades with the Indians. He has to be prepared." I 
took a forkful of potato salad. "Tell me more about my 
granddaughter, Red." 

I felt his hand sliding under my skirt. I put the food 
down, braced my arms on the grass behind me, and 
slightly spread my legs to give easy access. I gasped 
slightly and the sensuous touch of his fingers once 
again within my vagina.

"You remember those old nursery rhymes from your 
childhood?" He asked with his fingers moving over the 
nub near the front of my slit.

I sighed in reaction to what I was feeling. Grinning at 
him, I responded, "I remember some. Which one did you 
have in mind?"

"Little Jack Horner – sat in a corner – eating his 
lady's pie," I felt a thumb push deeply into the moist 
love canal, "He stuck in a thumb – pulled out a plum," 
He removed his thumb, retracting his hand from under my 
skirt, "And said what a good boy am I!" He popped the 
thumb, dripping with my juices, into his mouth to suck 
it. 

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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