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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.

***

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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