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Wolf Meets Little Red - 6
By Jack Rabbit (address withheld)

***

Little Red, Sara's granddaughter Cherry, makes a 
special trip to bring a basket of cookies to her 
grandma. Sara is out on a picnic with Jack, but Little 
Red finds injured Wolf in bed in her grandma's house. 
Little Red wants to play with grandma's big toy 
standing at attention. (Mf/Fm, reluc, slave, 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's 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 Grandma's point of view. 

***

Grandma Sara's Memoirs 

I went to visit my daughter's family on the other side 
of town. Barbara was a good daughter, housewife, and 
mother. Her husband Peter Rabenstroff was away on a 
hunting trip, as usual, so he was gone when I came for 
a visit, as usual. I knew he was a good man, and he 
provided well for Barbara and their daughter, but he 
could be home more if he wanted to. 

Sitting with her to discuss fashions and farm politics 
and what was happening back east, the issue of missing 
children came up. Barbara told me a brother and sister, 
Hansel and Gretel, had run away from home, they were 
gone quite awhile. 

Feigning ignorance, I asked for details, slyly watching 
my granddaughter for a reaction. Little Red (eleven 
year old Cherry), drawing in a sketch pad on the floor, 
was obviously listening. She turned to look when the 
name Gretel came up. Gretel and Cherry were friends in 
school 

Barbara, Cherry's mom and my daughter, mentioned that 
the two children used to get frequent whippings and 
abuse from their aunt and uncle, so she understood them 
running away, but she was worried just the same. She 
heard rumors in town that I had put them up for a few 
days, and Barbara wanted to know what my reaction was 
to that. "Mom, I know the law might have sent them to 
one of those horrible warehouse orphanages, so I think 
it was right to help them on their way if you could. 
Did you?" 

Knowing that Jack McCain told of mentioning what he had 
seen to friends in town, I felt the need to admit that 
Hansel and Gretel stopped for a few days, then 
continued on their way with what ever supplies we gave 
them. "Yes, Barbara, they showed up at my place, even 
stealing some pies because they were hungry. I put them 
up for a few days, then helped them escape to where 
that could find freedom."

Cherry sat up from her sketch pad. "Grandma. Gretel was 
a friend of mine. Was she okay when you saw her?"

"She was fine. She was very friendly with us, 
especially with Wolf."

"Gretel used to flirt with the boys at school," Cherry 
joined us at the table, "So I guess what I heard was 
true."

"What did you hear?" Barbara asked her daughter.

"Nothing. Just that someone saw Gretel playing in the 
orchard with Mr. Wolf."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently Jack had not 
said too much. "Mr. Wolf was her friend. They liked to 
clean the horses together. He gave her an Indian 
necklace that she liked."

Cherry beamed with curiosity, prepared to ask a battery 
of questions, but Barbara spoke first, "Tell me about 
Mr. Wolf. You seem to like him."

"You've met him. I told you before that he is a good 
handyman to have around the place. He is always a 
gentleman."

"There's a rosy color in your cheeks and more bounce to 
your step," Barbara sipped her drink, "Are you getting 
close to him."

"Barbara. I can't answer that. I like him, and he is a 
hard working friend. But he is a wanderer. He showed up 
out of no where suddenly, and I know one of these days 
he will move on without warning. I accept that."

"In the meantime, it is nice that you have a new 
friend. You have more color than I've seen since dad 
passed away fifteen years ago."

Little Cherry added, "I'd like to meet Mr. Wolf."

"One of these days," I said with reservations. Would I 
want Wolf to meet my granddaughter, knowing of his 
sexual fascination with little girls. I should keep 
them apart as much as possible to protect her from his 
charm. "At the next town social."

"That's six weeks from now." Red complained, "How about 
I bring you cookies next weekend? I want to meet Mr. 
Wolf and ask him about Gretel."

I hemmed and hawed then went on to other subjects, 
hoping Cherry would forget about it. All in all it was 
a nice afternoon's visit. The following weekend I 
dreaded Red coming for a visit, but nothing happened. I 
didn't say anything to Wolf about it. He was busy away 
most of the weekend helping the three Chinese pig girls 
get their place in order. 

I was happy with that, because when he came home in the 
evenings he was exhausted; too tired to make love to 
me. That was good, because the novelty of his sexual 
gymnastics had worn off, and I couldn't keep up with 
his amorous efforts. We were both over sixty. I wanted 
to cuddle and talk, but when he was energized he was 
raring to go physical again and again and again. Since 
I didn't want him to feel he had to move on, I played 
along with his games, but I was tired. It was good the 
Little Pig girls were there to keep him busy.

During the next week we had an incident. He was in the 
barn cleaning the back shoes on one of the horses when 
something spooked that horse. It kicked Wolf, throwing 
across the barn, where he landed on a stack of wood 
posts. Limping back to the house as best he could, he 
was hunched over, holding his left arm, blood dripping 
from his left leg. 

I took him to town in the back of the wagon. There the 
doctor said he had a sprained elbow, a simple fracture 
of his leg, and a skull concussion. The doc put a cast 
on his leg, provided a sling for the arm, and advised 
at least two weeks in bed for the fracture to heal and 
time to know if the concussion was a problem. He 
offered to provide hospice care for him, but I took him 
home instead and put him to bed. 

I nursed him as best I could, helping him to the 
outhouse, the bath, the dinner table. On Saturday young 
Jack came calling with a surrey, offering to take me 
for a picnic ride through the forest. I was reluctant 
to leave, figuring Wolf needed my help, but Wolf 
insisted I go. There was food and a chamber pot beside 
the bed if he needed them, but what he wanted to do was 
sleep. Otherwise he would catch up with his continuing 
artwork in his sketchbook. Jack and I finished the barn 
chores with the animals. Then I checked in once more on 
Wolf. He was snoring, so I left.

I had forgotten about Red, but she chose that Saturday 
to visit me. She had prepared a basket full of 
chocolate chip cookies just for me and my friend, and 
even stopped in the meadow on her walk to my place to 
pick a bouquet of flowers. Noticing particularly 
beautiful sunflowers across a creek, she removed her 
shoes and waded to them, picked a dozen sunflowers, 
then waded back to her basket. She slipped in the 
creek, falling on her side. Her dress, red cape, and 
hood were soaked and muddy. She put herself together 
and continued on her passage to the house. I wasn't 
anywhere around. 

Figuring I would be back from the orchard shortly, she 
got out of her dirty, damp clothes. She slipped into 
one of my shirts, to use as a gown. She washed her own 
outfit in the standing bathwater, then hung them out to 
dry on the front porch. Cherry found a vase, added 
water, and set it on the table with the flowers she 
found. She also placed her basket full of cookies on 
the table. Finally she decided to go to the extra 
bedroom to rest and wait for me to come back. 

When she opened the bedroom door, she was shocked. Wolf 
was stretched out in the bed fast asleep. She popped a 
hand to her gapping mouth to keep from squealing in 
surprise. The shock was only momentary. Wolf was 
asleep, stretched out with a cast on the left leg, a 
sling holding his left arm, and the top of his head 
bandaged with wrappings of gauze. Cherry immediately 
figured out who he was, and her shock changed to 
empathy when she realized how badly he was hurt. On top 
of the blankets wearing only boxer shorts, the sleeping 
sixty year old seemed harmless, helpless and in need of 
rest.

She was about to close the door behind her when she 
noticed a stack of sketch books on the floor beside his 
bed. She should leave them be until someone offered to 
share them, but her curiosity got the best of her. She 
looked more closely. The top two books were titled "Ten 
Little Indians" and "Sara's Farm". Figuring that one 
was something new about grandma's place, she picked it 
up the fifty page sketch book, and took it to the table 
to look at it, being careful not to disturb the 
sleeping patient. 

The first few pages were talented pencil renditions of 
grandma in front of her house and preparing pies. The 
next two shocked the little girl; sketches of grandma 
naked, smiling from her bed. Cherry glanced at Wolf 
sleeping beyond the open bedroom doorway. Grandma posed 
naked for a strange man. Shocking. 

The next drawing surprised her again, a portrait of 
Gretel with her brother Hansel. They had been there. On 
the next page was an image of Gretel showering in the 
barn, the shadows and highlights of her nude little 
body well rendered.

Cherry was really surprised by an image of Gretel bent 
over a bale of hay with Wolf's likeness mounting her 
from the back. What should she think of Gretel now? The 
shock value ebbed as Cherry continued turning pages for 
sketches of Hansel having oral sex with grandma, more 
naked pictures of Gretel and Hansel. 

Then there were artworks of more people. Young Jack 
McCain swimming naked with Grandma, and an unfamiliar 
Indian lady posing. The collection included several 
images of three oriental girls at a pig farm, some 
portraits, some nude, some of them having sex with Wolf 
including one with the youngest, bare below the waist, 
snuggling with Wolf on horseback.

As her review of the book neared the end, she heard 
noises. In the bedroom she could see Wolf was mumbling 
in his sleep. Apparently he was dreaming. From the 
kitchen table it was obvious his was an erotic dream; 
the fly to his boxers was open with an erect manhood 
sticking straight up. She stared at the aroused sleeper 
for several minutes, then got up to get a closer look.

Wolf was waking a little. With his eyes closed, he 
reached down with his free hand to grasp his erection. 
Cherry stood silently staring at the first erection 
she'd ever seen, wondering what would happen next. His 
breathing became rapid, in step with the pumping motion 
of his hand on his manhood. Liquid started to dribble 
from the head as his hips squirmed. Then his hips shook 
as he began squirting, an eruption that elicited an 
involuntary yell from Cherry.

Wolf's eyes opened, there was a momentary 
disorientation as he stared at the curious visitor. 
Then he smiled. Stretching and yawning, his eyes were 
barely opened when she notice him looking back at her. 
She dashed from the room. Cherry then slowly returned 
to the door, sticking her red curly head in the 
opening. "Hello."

Wolf's eyes opened a little wider to study the 
intruder. His cast, sling, and head bandage made clear 
that he was too badly hurt to be a threat. He 
responded, "You must be Little Red."

"I was looking for Grandma Sara." She stepped through 
the doorway, hugging her abdomen. The blouse she was 
using for a robe wasn't large enough to cover 
everything. The bottom of her hips displayed her bare, 
bright pink hairless pussy.

"This is Grandma's house," His eyes widened a little. 
His erection had wilted, but the mess was all over him. 
"You're in the right place."

"Grandma," Little Red decided to play along with Wolf, 
"What large eyes you have."

"The better to see my Little Red." He grinned, 
motioning with his uninjured arm, "Come on over and hug 
me."

She took a step and a half. "What big hands you have." 
With her hands dropping to the hem of the blouse, she 
became aware how exposed she was. She thought of 
leaving the room, but he was exposed too, and based on 
the sketch book he was familiar with the nude form of 
every woman who came by grandma's house.

He smiled at the naked hips of little girl before him. 
"The better to hold you, if you want." 

She didn't know how to react, her worried look melted 
to one of curiosity, "Grandma, do you have that toy for 
me?" she stared a the wet mess on his shorts
Wolf glance at the evidence of an erection, then back 
at the exposed young vagina. His penis rose again. "I'm 
too broken to do much for now, but you can hold my toy 
if you want, Little Red. I would like that."

"I think you knew my friend Gretel." She held out the 
sketch book in her hand. "Did she play with your toy?"

"Gretel was my friend." He took his art book from her, 
then lay back with his head on the pillow, "We made 
love in some creative ways."

Cherry sat at the edge of the bed, then reached out to 
touch the erection. In doing so she had mixed feelings, 
but if grandma and Gretel could have sex with Mr. Wolf, 
why shouldn't she. The penis was hard, warm, wet, and 
felt strange.

"Grasp it with your hand," Wolf suggested as he reached 
to put his free hand on her knee. As a patient with 
limited mobility he couldn't reach any further, but she 
did as instructed and started whipping the shaft the 
way he had done minutes earlier.

Wolf suggested she climb on top of him, since his 
manhood was designed to slip inside her opening. Doing 
as he asked, she lay prone on him, rubbing her hips 
around on his so that his erection was constantly 
rubbing along her slit. Eventually, she sat up, 
balanced herself over the tip of his rod, then slowly 
sank over it. She stopped briefly when muscle 
resistance created difficulty, but when she did, he 
bucked up violently, forcing his way inside. This time 
he moved more slowly, allowing Little Red to make love 
to him. 

She started raising and lowering her hips as best she 
could. Once again he enjoyed climactic pleasure surges 
shared with a young virgin, bursting within a few 
minutes to fill her with his seaman. After his climax 
he was so tired that he just lay under her and went 
limp, while she continued to work on her cascading 
pleasure surges. Cherry then chose to lay quietly 
snuggling on Wolf's chest chattering about how good it 
felt. However, with so many medical troubles, he was 
exhausted. Laying back with a girl snuggling on him he 
went to sleep. She enjoyed the peaceful embrace, also 
drifting into a light nap. 

I came back half an hour later. I had Jack take the 
carriage to the barn to clean the horse. It had been a 
memorable ride, and this time we behaved ourselves and 
enjoyed a picnic near a waterfall. With him leaning 
against a tree, I laid back into him talking about New 
York, my hometown back east. He listened carefully, 
asking me about city life details, and occasionally 
making jokes. My concentration on my stories about New 
York got distracted when his hand reached around to 
begin fondling my breasts. 

His gentle squeezing of my melons felt good, and 
created an aroused anticipation as I contemplated what 
was to come. Erotic tingling surged within when he 
started stroking my nipples, which was good for awhile, 
but I decided to slow him down. I preferred a little 
bit of eroticism to the sexual over indulgence that 
tires me after awhile. 

Jack didn't seem to mind, so we sat talking about New 
York, watched the waterfall, and cuddled with his hands 
exploring my breasts. I enjoyed it with that limit 
accepted. Anyway, back at the place, while Jack saw to 
the horses, I went in the house to check on Wolf. I 
found Wolf in his bed sleeping deeply. Little Red, 
wearing one of my blouses that was too short to cover 
her hips, was stretched on his chest with Wolf still 
inside her. 

She opened her eyes, then displayed an expression of 
shock at seeing me. Without disturbing Wolf's slumber, 
she carefully raised her hips for his limp cum covered 
penis to pull out of her and drop to his legs. Without 
waking him she got off of him and down from the bed. 
She had a very worried look on her face. Avoiding eye 
contact with me, she used a wash rag to clean the 
sticky fluids from her legs, recovered her still damp 
dress and underwear, and quietly changed from my blouse 
to her own clothes.

I was upset. This time Wolf took advantage of my 
innocent little granddaughter. How could I explain this 
to Barbara? If Cherry's dad found out, he would kill 
Wolf. I was angry with myself for allowing this to 
happen. I was about to blurt out some angry 
accusations, but held my tongue. Wolf was a 
convalescent guest with a broken body. Although he was 
overtly attracted to little girls, I had seen enough to 
know he didn't force any action, he just took advantage 
of opportunities. 

He was a hard working, compassionate friend who brought 
a lot of excitement into my life. If I got angry with 
him for this, he would conclude it was time to move on. 
I didn't want to lose Wolf, or Jack for that matter. It 
was best not to say much more than advice Cherry to be 
careful. I told her that of course sex was fun and 
exciting, but that nature designed it to get girls 
pregnant. I didn't have to worry, because I was past 
menopause, but she should only do it with men she was 
prepared to get pregnant from, or else take precautions 
to prevent pregnancy. I then told her how to do that.

An hour later Cherry and I were busy preparing a dinner 
of pork chops we got from the Pig sisters. Jack 
volunteered to do the barnyard chores with the animals, 
while Wolf, still incapacitated and walking with a 
crutch, one arm in a sling, and a little woozy with the 
concussion, joined us at the table. All he could do was 
entertain us with funny stories, drink coffee, and sit 
sketching in his book. 

The sketch he was attempting was of Little Red and me 
cooking dinner. For a simple pencil sketch it was very 
well done, displaying far more talent than I could ever 
hope to muster. Little Red was especially captivated by 
his artwork, praising his results, asking for advice to 
improve her own abilities. After finishing that sketch, 
he pulled the sheet from the sketchbook and gave it to 
her. He also drew a portrait of just her, and gave that 
to her 

The pork chop dinner was tasty, and the conversations 
were lively, informative, and funny with all parties 
being careful not to speak about their romantic 
interests. After dinner I had Jack give Red a ride 
home. I was going to talk to Wolf, but he went right to 
bed and passed out.

During the week that followed Wolf improved 
dramatically. He made his own decision to remove the 
sling and the head bandage, and about Wednesday the doc 
removed his leg cast, advising him to take it easy for 
at least another week. Wolf hobbled about on his sore 
leg as best he could, doing his barnyard and handyman 
chores as best he could. 

I thought about having him sleep with me, but his 
painful arm, leg, and head made it difficult to cuddle 
comfortably, and I knew if I attempted sexual 
intercourse it would last only a short time, and I 
would be sore between the legs the next day. We ended 
up sleeping in separate beds the way we did originally. 
I could hear his squeaky bed springs occasionally. 

On Saturday Jack returned with Red for another visit. 
Wolf was planning to take a few things over to the Pig 
sisters, but Jack offered to do that for him, as Jack 
was hoping to escort me for a picnic. Little Red, 
bringing her own basket of goodies for grandma, was 
actually hoping to get Wolf to give her some drawing 
lessons. He agreed if she would first help him with the 
animal chores. 

Jack and I drove to the Pig farm, giving them a bushel 
of apples and some farm supplies that asked for. The 
Pig sisters were disappointed that Wolf was not with 
us. Though unspoken, I understood their amorous 
disappointment. They would have Wolf later. From there 
Jack and I trekked to the mountain lake to harvest more 
blackberries, to enjoy a picnic lunch, and to once 
again to go swimming naked together. 

Once again I felt like a naughty little girl as Jack 
fondled my breasts, sucked on the nipples, tongue 
washed my oh-so wet and ready love canal. Laying on a 
blanket spread across the meadow grass, I drew him into 
me. He gingerly mounted me, guiding his stiff tool into 
me, the pumped in and out creating pulsating erotic 
sensations for me as he climaxed, squirted his juices, 
softened while in me. He then revived and did it again 
at least three times.

We got cleaned up and back to the place in late 
afternoon. I was apprehensive about what I might find, 
but Wolf was busy chopping wood. Jack took the horse 
loose from the wagon to feed and water him, as I went 
in the house to check on Red and start dinner. Red was 
at the table with her own sketch pad making drawings. I 
noticed under the table she sat there with no panties, 
her bald little slit still oozing what she had 
experienced while I was out with Jack.

"Does Jack know about you fooling around with Wolf?"

"Grandma! Of course not."

"Then put on some underwear before he comes in the 
house."

She got up to do just that, as I sat down to look at 
her art work. Red's sketches lacked the talent of Wolf, 
but she was pretty good. There were drawings of the 
room, of chickens, and of fruit dishes. She also had 
sketches of Wolf, a portrait, a picture of him standing 
fully dressed, and one of him naked as a baby. "You did 
a lot of drawing."

With her outfit corrected, she returned to the table 
grabbing hold of one of Wolf's art pads from a shelf. 
"Here is what he drew, based on what I asked." She 
opened it to the latest sketches. A couple of pictures 
of her face, one with the sleepy, smiling expression of 
ecstasy. A full frontal nude portrait was followed by a 
picture of Red bent over naked holding a chair, with 
Wolf pushing into her slit from behind. "Don't worry, 
grandma. I took that birth control medicine you gave 
me."

Closing the sketch pad, "Okay, Cherry, we both 
misbehaved. Don't show this to Jack, and don't let your 
folks know. We will both be in big trouble if you do."

Red heeded my warning the next few days, but she went 
home with a few of Wolf's drawings slipped in with 
hers. At the end of the week, when her dad was in her 
room looking for something he was missing, he happened 
upon her sketch pad. Figuring out what his little girl 
was involved with, he got angry. 

He screamed at Barbara for not watching out for Little 
Red, and when Red came home he started beating her with 
a switch, berating her as a cheap whore, and 
threatening to go after grandma. Peter Rabenstroff, as 
a hunter, couldn't deal with Wolf or me for a couple of 
days because he had to go to the next town for a 
business meeting, but he seethed with rage. When he got 
back he would go after that molester with his guns.

Barbara was scared for her daughter, for me, for Wolf, 
and for what her husband planned to do. She wrote a 
letter of explanation, sending it via Jack to me. To 
avoid a fight he didn't want, Wolf decided it was time 
to move on. When Red's dad showed up, Wolf was long 
gone. Peter berated me for what I had done to his 
little girl, then started out tracking Wolf. He tracked 
Wolf for a week, but never picked up the trail. Wolf 
was too good at evading trouble.

In time Peter's rage calmed down, and he started 
dealing with me again. Barbara and Little Red once 
again would come for visits on weekends. I continued to 
occasionally have naughty episodes with Jack, when he 
wasn't entertaining other big busted women. I missed 
Wolf. 

A few months after he left I got a letter from that 
Raven Indian women who knew Wolf. Wolf was staying in a 
hold trapper's cabin on Indian land. The maidens who 
knew him years ago were all looking out for him, 
because they considered him more than a friend. They 
were even getting little maidens to visit him to keep 
him happy. Bluebird wrote that Wolf had asked her to 
send me a note of thanks for all I had done for him.

I shared the letter with Little Red and the three Pig 
sisters, since they all asked once in awhile about 
Wolf. Now that we know where he is, we're all planning 
a trip in the Spring to try to find him again.  

END

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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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