Chapter 5 (Wild and Wanting)

It was the break of dawn when the old man finished his work and fell asleep in the chair. He was dreaming of running after his toddler in the field while his heavily pregnant wife was smiling at them, waiting for them to come home. He smiled, painting a picture-perfect family together with little Miss Riding Hood when he was awakened by a voice whispering to his ear.

He jolted and realized he was tied up in the chair where he sat and fell asleep. The giggling continued, so he looked around and saw the girl, wearing the boots he'd made overnight.

“This is wonderful, grandpa, it’s light and feels comfortable,” the girl danced around, she was wearing a familiar dress.

The one with a corset and fine lace, satin petticoat and dark red skirt. She was tall and the hem of the skirt was pretty short for her but the bodice and the sleeves fit perfectly for her. She was breathtaking but the old man didn’t like that dress.

He frowned. “Where did you get that dress?” anger bit his heart and it was palpable in his tone.

“From that chest, you seem to treasure this, it’s beautiful, can I take it too, together with the boots, grandpa?” she pointed to the big, brown trunk.

Where he put all the things he wanted to forget including his feckless and unfaithful former wife.

“Don’t call me grandpa! I’m not your kin, take that dress off! It’s for my wife!”

“Aw, poor you, grandpa, don’t be mad,” the girl didn’t notice or she just ignored him getting furious.

She walked towards him, he was trying to get out of the bind she tied him real good with his leather and thick rope. A plan he wanted to do with her happened to him.

“Untie me, little missy, I promise that I’ll be good to you,”

“Nope, you just sit there and watch me getting undressed,” the girl insinuated and started to peel off the upper part and show her bosom.

The old man gulped in while watching her getting naked. With erotic motion and her coquettish giggle, he couldn’t help but get aroused. His groin was erected between his legs.

“I can see you’re fully awake,” the girl took a handful of her skirt and pulled it up. Showing him her pearly white thigh and her rosy, plump and fresh folds.

The old man glued his eyes and wanted to grab her and take her all at once. He was drooling over that flesh.

“Do you like to lick it?” the girl asked.

He nodded eagerly.

The next thing that the girl did was totally shock the old man. She stepped onto the chair where he sat and positioned herself in front of him then sat on his shoulder. The good thing was the chair was so sturdy, it could carry them both.

And good thing the old man was bulk, despite his age. She leaned towards him and put her hand on his head, encouraging him to kiss it. “Eat me,”

With that signal, he kissed and slurped and even sucked the heart of her sex. She liked it and moaned, arching her hips toward it.

If only his hands were free, he would grab her buttocks and spank it then dig his nails on her plump, rear end. Leaving his handprints on it.

“Oh! Grandpa, yes!”

He did a tongue maneuver and some acrobatic stunts so she was in riotous fever. Clutching on his nape with her hands and her calves were crossing on his back. He made her come, fast and hot.

After she climaxed and he tasted it, she climbed down and started to pull his breech and freed his raging member a las. She kneeled as if praying but giggling seductively.

“Let me do you a favor too, grandpa,” the girl smiled before licking the head of his groin, wetting it with her saliva. Tasting it first, wiping it clean of the pre-ejaculation fluid with her tongue before she sucked him and ate him.

“Oh, dear lord!” the old man exclaimed while closing his eyes, inhaling deeply and softly exhaling. His feet were thudding and the chair created a creaking sound with his hands trying to shake free and hold her. She went on and kept on nodding in front of him as if an obedient child.

The girl had it her way and controlled the pace, she went slow then went faster then slowed down and sucked him which sent him to madness.

He never experienced this pleasure in his entire life. Even his wife never gave this kind of feeling before having sex.

“I’m not…gonna…last long,” he stuttered as he felt the building-up pressure in his lower belly.

The girl heard and stopped then took a heap of her skirt and pulled up, sat on him and connected herself to him. They both sighed in satisfaction and reunited again.

The girl was taking her time, grinding on top and doing a sexy lap dance, bouncing and bumping her hips towards him. She even encouraged him to caress her breasts. His mouth caught the cheek of her left breast and sucked.

She screamed and pulled his head down, directing him to her exposed nipple. He sucked her like a baby that was hungry for milk. They did a good job pleasuring each other and joined in unison as they were moaning and groaning, grunting and panting.

She came first to the finish line and almost lost herself but she was also waiting for his release.

His soul departed him as she demonstrated a rambunctious and erotic movement that made him burst and spill himself inside her.

Catching their breaths, she was still hugging him tightly and never letting him go. His heart melted and truly fell for the girl.

“I hope you like it, grandpa, it would be our departing sex,” then she dropped the bomb to his face.

“But… I thought…” he was lost for words.

She hopped out, standing up and started cleaning herself with a washcloth she just picked from the table, wiping off the evidence of their vigorous lovemaking just a while ago.

“Little missy, I love you,” he confessed, with all his heart which made the girl laugh, holding her stomach before she gave him a pitiful look.

“I’m sorry, grandpa, I can’t reciprocate the same feelings for you, I’m young, you’re too old for me,” she turned around, fixing herself while singing a singsong.

Then she faced him again and touched his face. “Aw, don’t be sad, if we meet again, I promise, I’ll give you a free pass, I’ll be a good girl, grandpa,” then giggled.

His heart full of desire for her was replaced with rage and disappointment. “You little witch! You tricked me into having you here for a short time pleasure! You…cunt!”

The girl didn’t bother to argue and kept on humming, getting what she thought would be helpful for her journey. She took a cute little basket and filled it with some bread, cultured wine, and some clean clothes. She also picked a pink and odd-looking rubber that she turned to the old man and asked.

“What’s the use of this?”

The old man pursed his lips, avoiding her. So she walked near him and sat on his lap once again. “Grandpa, what’s the use of this?”

He grumbled before he let out a sigh. “It’s a stopper, a device used for a menstruating female to prevent the…the seed from reaching your egg while having sex. It’s a form of contraceptive other than pulling out,”

“Oh, this could be useful to me, thanks,” she kissed him on his cheek then jumped out of his lap and stood. “I'm keeping some for my journey,”

“Why are you doing this? Why did you let me fuck you?”

Riding Hood turned her head on him and then shrugged off. “Because I don’t have anything to give other than my body, it’s fun, I had a great time with you, grandpa, despite your looks and your age, you could still last for hours,”

“Is that a compliment coming from a monster like you? You’re a maneater,”

Riding Hood just laughed at him. “Wow, that could serve me a good reputation,” she swung back and walked in his direction, touching his jaw and caressing his white beard.

“You are great, grandpa, if I was born as a meek and pliant girl, I would definitely love to stick with you, you could still have a happy family, don’t rot your life away, go out and socialize with other people, you deserved better, Hydell, you deserved better than this promiscuous, unfaithful and selfish me,” then left him haunted with that smile.

That gorgeous smile.

He was stunned for a second but returned to his wits quickly to ask. “How do you know my name?” he couldn’t remember telling her his story.

“Oh, I just found a letter together with this dress, I didn’t mean to peek at your life and your ruined romance with this girl, Hegreth, I bet she’s your wife—”

“Former wife, she left me, ran away with another man,”

“I’m sorry to hear that, grandpa, but hey, don’t be sad,” she smoothed his graying hair and gave him a consoling gaze. “You could still find a fine woman who would love to spend a lifetime with you, you’re still a bull, you got me?”

The old man smirked which made the girl giggle. “I hope you find your happiness soon, and when she comes, don’t let her get away,” then she finally turned and picked the basket of her loot together with a bunch of pink sterile rubber, putting it inside her apron.

“Wait,” he said. “Where are you going from here? How can I find you? Can we meet again?”

The girl turned her head, smiling. “I still don’t know, maybe I’ll figure it out while I’m on my way, I have so many places to visit and so many people to meet, well, if I had the chance, I’d take any chances at the moment just to get by or to stumble with someone in the hay,”

“You mean you want to live in debaucherous life? You silly cunt,”

“I am, and no one can’t stop me or hold me down from exploring this beautiful place and starting a journey to find pleasure, we could meet along the way if you could get out of there,” she cackled and finally walked, reaching the door.

She put her red hood up to cover her silky, smooth blonde hair but turned to him. “Goodbye, Hydell, I’ll meet you again, well, anytime soon,” then she walked away and disappeared from his sight.

It took a long while before the old man freed himself and ran towards the door, in the hopes that he could still catch the elusive Red Riding Hood.

“That sneaky, slutty wench,” he muttered before sighing. Then looked down on his erected manhood. “What would I do with this?”

He even scratched it to go away but his sexual desire was awakened. Awaken by that flirtatious whore who was apparently wearing his former wife’s clothes. That mischievous girl.

It needs to be sated. He needs to get a maid and release his frustration. Maybe the girl was right all along. He needed a woman in his life and with that, he decided to embark himself too in a journey. To seek that woman in his dream and make his picture-perfect family come true.

He was painting his young would-be-wife to be the red riding hood, but he changed his mind. He would seek someone who would love him for who he was and would accept him despite his age and his looks. His determination was lit up, thanks to that promiscuous girl who visited him and made him feel he was still the Hydell, the virile and strong man of his prime who could still beat a bull and last for an hour as what she told him.

He would find that woman and determined to make her his, by trapping into a marriage and inserting his lineage, spawning his next children.

Then he wondered, he had that little girl thrice last night, fourth times if he would count earlier. He wondered if she was carrying his child at the moment but shook the idea out of his head.

“That girl is a monster, she couldn’t bear a fruit, I bet that she was spawned by an evil incantation,” he mused as he gathered the stuff he would bring to his impending journey.

Meanwhile, while walking, Red Riding Hood was also thinking the same, knowing that she hadn’t been careful and recklessly gave herself to the two men she encountered along the way.

I bet if she got pregnant, it would be the huntsman who fathered her a kid. But she was also musing if the old man could best the forty-year-old huntsman when it comes to endurance and performance.

Well, both of them are good in bed and a good source of food.