Little Red Riding Hood
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Once upon a time, in land far, far away lived a young lady by the name of Little Red Riding Hood. She was a very beautiful girl, but the problem was she had grown an awful lot in the last few years and at the tender age of 18, had blossomed into quite the voluptuous young woman. Being the youngest in her family however, had meant that no one seemed to have noticed the fact and she was treated, as always, like the naughty child rather than the beautiful young lady that she felt herself to be.
She was called Little Red Riding Hood on account of the bright red cloak her granny had made for her some years previously. She loved it, it was so soft and so silky against her skin and she almost never took it off, but it was getting to be rather small for her now.
Red was something of a tomboy at heart and rarely wore skirts, she tended to opt for soft woolen leggings, but on hot days she would slip these off and rely on her little cloak to hide her modesty. This was fine 5 years ago when Granny had made the cloak, but now, every time little Red bent over to pick the wild flowers in the forest, anyone behind her would receive a front row view of her peachy round bottom and her clean, white panties.
Although Red’s family owned a farm, they were far from rich and money was always in short supply. Sometimes, on washday, she would have to go without any underwear at all and consequently, more than one or two lucky passersby had got more than they bargained for as they received an eye full of quite the cutest little pussy in the county.
Red was by far the prettiest girl in the village. She had beautiful, wavy brown hair and deep green eyes, she laughed a lot and had a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts. Her body was a delight of youthful womanhood. She was slim in all the right places, curvy where it counts, and had the most incredible pair of breasts; big, firm and juicy, her soft pink nipples poking through her blouse for all the boys to enjoy.
Now…Red was not quite the innocent girl you may have been led to believe. She had never been with a man of course, but that didn’t mean she never thought about it. In fact, she thought about it several times a day and when that funny tingling sensation would take a hold of her, she was not adverse to skulking away to the old barn, or perhaps the meadow, where the long, lush grass would conceal her as she lay down, and she would slip her little hand between her legs, pull her underwear to the side and tease her slit until it was slippery wet with her juices. She would play with herself until her pussy lips were hot with blood, until her clit was swollen tight and until her body finally would explode with sheer, rapturous pleasure.
Poor Red longed to experience a man. She had heard tales of what a husband and wife might get up to, and while all the other girls would laugh at how disgusting it all sounded, Red’s eyes would mist over and she would dreamily imagine how sweet it would be to take a big, fat cock between her lips, to suck it hard as she stroked its length, until the man convulsed and he shot his hot cum deep inside of her mouth. She just knew she would gobble it all down greedily. She imagined letting just a little trickle from her lips so that she could savour the joy of mopping it up with a finger and slipping it back, deep inside her mouth where it belonged.
There was one thing however, that Red wanted more than anything in the world, more than the experience of sucking a lovely smooth cock. Red wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel her pussy lips parted by a man’s weapon, to feel the pain as it opened her wide, to feel it consume her entirely. She wanted to experience the thrill of feeling a big, stiff dick sliding in and out of her tight, little cunt, but poor Red…she was not married and Father was not looking to marry her off for a while yet. It was far too useful to have an extra pair of hands around the farm and so she would just have to make do with her fingers and the odd candle that she could steal away when mother wasn’t looking.
Red could be a terrible tease however. She had taken to putting on little shows for the farm boys. She would make sure one or two of them knew when she was off to the creek for a dip and would strip off all of her clothes in the knowledge that some lucky chap was in the bushes beating himself off to the vision before him. One time, when she noted a couple of the sheep herds had followed her for her bathe, she was so hot and excited, she found herself putting on a particularly special show. She removed all of her clothes, item by item before plunging into the cool water. Relaxing though the dip was, when she stepped up the bank, the water dripping across her beautiful naked form, giving the boys a sight to remember for their entire lives, she found her hand wandering between her legs. She sat herself down on an old tree stump and knowing full well that the young men were hiding close by, she proceeded to rub at her poor little cunt, twisting her tight, swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger as she cried out, her fingers sliding in and out so easily and her hand sticky wet with her juices. She came so beautifully for her audience. As if that wasn’t bad enough, when she was done she looked straight towards the bushes where the young spies lay in wait and proceeded to lick at her fingers greedily, like a lucky cat who had been given a taste of cream.
She knew these farm boys were barely more than children really. Sure they knew how to pleasure themselves, but could they pleasure a woman? She doubted it. She longed for them to leap from the bushes, for each of them to take turns pinning her down while the other fucked her until she was sore, but would they? No…they were children and scrawny, half-witted children at that. Poor Red longed for a man, for a real man who would take her and fuck her hard, who would bend her over a rock and slide his big, stiff cock deep inside of her. She would even let him finger her other little hole…the one people joked about, but never admitted to playing with.
Little did she know…on that very same day, her performance was not just being enjoyed by the two sheep herds. No…there was another member of the audience that afternoon and he was a man…he was all man. He was the kind of man Red dreamed of, tough, muscular, handsome, but not in the pretty-boy kind of way. This man was dangerous, he was a predator, he sniffed out his prey and when the time was right, when his quarry was ripe for the taking he would leap out and devour it. He laughed as he watched her lick her fingers clean and turned away disappearing into the forest, the smell of fresh meat in his nostrils. A moment later a great, beastly howl shattered the lazy afternoon silence of the woods and Red started. She dressed hurriedly and trotted off home without a glance back towards the bush where the boys clutched each other in fear, their dicks soft and useless.
***
‘The Wolf’, as the villagers had named him, was a very private creature. He lived in a small stone cottage within the forest. He lived alone. He was a loner and the villagers didn’t trust him. No one new his history, but many would tell tales of what they had been reliably informed by the baker’s brother’s wife’s cousin’s butcher. One day he just turned up and began to build his house. There was something about him that scared people and they were quite happy to leave him to his solitude. He was blamed for many unexplained goings on in the village, some of which he was quite guilty of, some of which he was not and there had been talk among the young men in the tavern of running him out of town, but the tongues were a lot quicker at jumping into action than the men themselves, besides…many feared he was in fact in league with the devil.
He was called ‘The Wolf’ for many reasons, not the least of which was his shaggy gray hair, piercing blue eyes and the striking three clawed scar across his cheek. No one knew his real name and he seemed to like being known as The Wolf and even went as far as to cultivate the image, wearing a heavy wolf skin coat and growling at the young boys foolish enough to play too near to his cottage. Many an old woman had gossiped about having seen him actually transform into a beast during a full moon, but that was almost surely a myth, a horror story for dark evenings around the fire, a warning to the children that they had better get to bed as The Wolf might be out stalking and looking for fresh meat.
The Wolf did indeed like fresh meat, but not children. No…his tastes were altogether more refined and it was only a matter of time before he would be tasting exactly what he hungered for.
***
It was Sunday. Little Red Riding Hood had sat bored out of her mind throughout the church service. Sunday was a day for best clothes and there was of course fresh underwear, but something about this day had stopped Red from slipping her panties on. She awoke, her pussy pulsing, eager to let her fingers tease, but she shared a room with her puritanical sister and knew that she would be thrashed to within an inch of her life if her father was to find out.
She sat through the service, bored stiff, but always aware of the tingling between her thighs, of the sticky sensation and of her desire to lie back and fuck herself with two or even three fingers. She looked around at the congregation, trying to spot which lucky boy she would let slip that she would be taking a dip after lunch to, but the second the service was over, her mother quickly poured cold water on her plans. She was told that her Granny was ill and that she must take a basket of provisions to her the second lunch was over. Red cursed under her breath.
Back at the house she slipped out of her Sunday best, standing naked before her window, willing a man to walk by and catch a glimpse of her tight little body, but no one came. She considered laying down on the bed and giving in to the pleasure of her touch, but her mother’s voice, screeching for her to hurry soon put paid to that plan. She grabbed her woolen leggings and was about to slip on her panties when again she resisted. She ran downstairs taking the basket from her mother and headed off to Granny’s.
“Make sure you travel along the roadside!” her mother called after her. “You don’t never know what’s lurking inside that forest.”
Red pretended not to hear and headed off towards the trees. It would take half the time to Granny’s if she went through the forest and besides…it might be nice to stop and play a little on the way.
The day was remarkably warm for the time of year and as Red skipped through the woodland paths she found herself rather hot and bothered. She stopped and considered taking off her beautiful red cloak, but then had a better idea and slipped off her leggings instead, tucking them away inside her basket. The cloak only just covered her modesty, but the feel of the light breeze teasing her already wet slit was quite divine. She continued on her journey, resolved to find a nice spot to relax and have a little tease.
Onwards she skipped, occasionally slipping a finger between her tight little pussy lips and testing the heat within, happy in the knowledge that soon enough, she would be rubbing her little clit mercilessly.
“Hello little girl!”
Red stopped short and gasped with fright. A moment before, the path had looked quite deserted, but as he sat there, below a big, old oak tree in his wolf skin coat, he had appeared almost invisible. He sat lazily against the trunk, whittling away at a piece of wood with a big sharp knife.
“What’s your name then?” he asked in a long, lazy drawl. “No…don’t tell me, I know who you are, you’re little Red Riding Hood and what a lovely red cloak it is too,” he said, his eyes wandering up and down Red’s naked legs.
She felt herself flush and was aware of how vulnerable her little pussy was, barely concealed by the hem of her cloak.
“So what is a pretty young thing doing all alone in the forest where a big…bad…wolf might come and gobble her all up?”
Red swallowed hard and looked down at the floor.
“I…I’m going to Granny’s house and it’s quicker this way and…and she is poorly so I thought I might pick her some flowers,” she replied.
“What a nice child you are. They are pretty flowers aren’t they?” he questioned pointing to a patch of bluebells on the opposite side of the path to where he sat.
“Y…Yes they are,” she stuttered.
“Why don’t you pick some of those for Granny eh?
Red became aware that she couldn’t possibly bend to take some flowers without exposing herself to him.
“I would but…”
“I think Granny would like them. Pick them,” he instructed softly.
“Bu…”
“Pick them!”
There was something about the way he said it, the way he brandished his knife that made Red realise she had to do as she was told. She wandered towards the patch of flowers and began to squat.
“No, not like that, bend from your waist,” he insisted with a grin.
She was about to turn to her side when she heard…
“A, a, ah! Bend facing away from me.”
Poor little Red’s heart was racing, she was very scared of this man and she knew that if she bent the way he had told her, he would see that she was wearing no panties at all and God alone knew what he might do then. In that instant she felt a thrill in the pit of her stomach, her clitoris pulsed and her nipples tightened. She had always wanted a real man and who knew what this one was capable of…
She faced directly away from him; parting her legs a little and slowly and quite deliberately, she began to bend forwards. She felt her cloak rise higher and higher, the silky cloth stroking her naked behind as it traveled upwards and she closed her eyes tight as she knew she was revealing herself to this beast of a man. He was silent. She could feel the hem of her cloak, loose against the top of her behind and knew he would have a perfect view of her tight little pussy. She was so scared, but something inside her wanted him, ‘The Wolf’ to come over and fuck her like the naughty girl that she was. He remained silent and in a way Red felt hurt. Why didn’t he take advantage of her? She proceeded to pick the flowers, bunching them together, opening her thighs yet further and offering herself more freely, but still nothing. Finally, when she had picked enough flowers she began to draw herself upright and turned around to find the man gone. He had vanished, was nowhere to be seen. She felt cheated. What was wrong with her body that an ugly old brute would not want to take advantage of? She popped the flowers into her basket and returned to the path and once more, set off towards Granny’s.
She was angry…angry and confused. She knew she was a pretty girl. She knew the boys liked to look at her body so why hadn’t The Wolf wanted her too? She stomped along the path, staring at the floor, feeling her inner thighs sticky with her juices and her poor little cunt begging to be seen to. In her fury she was virtually upon the little stone cottage before she looked up to see it. She stopped short in her tracks. She had seen it before of course, crept up on it to spy when she was a child, but had quite forgotten that the shortcut to Granny’s would take her past it. As she looked up she saw movement on the raised veranda. It was him.
The Wolf was sat in a big, wooden rocking chair, gently gliding backwards and forwards, still carving his piece of wood with his long, sharp knife. He looked up lazily and grinned.
“Well hello again! Did you manage to pick all the flowers you wanted?”
Red looked up and scowled, twisting her lower lip between her teeth and swinging her hips from side to side. The Wolf roared with laughter.
“What’s so funny?” she challenged, showing what a brave, or perhaps foolish, thing she was.
“Come here,” he instructed.
“Why?” she replied feeling her stomach churn. Fear or excitement, she could not quite tell.
“Well you are a naughty child aren’t you? Didn’t your father teach you to respect your elders? I can see I am going to have to teach you a lesson…now…come here.” He bellowed his last instruction and red jumped at his rich, deep voice. She found herself shuffling towards him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes downcast. She climbed the three steps leading up to his doorway and stood before him shyly.
“Now…that’s better,” The Wolf replied softly. “I am willing to forgive your insolence just now, but there is a matter you must be punished for…this.”
Red gasped as she felt her cloak slowly drawn upwards. She held her thighs tight together and bit hard against her lower lip. She knew her tight, young pussy was there, displayed to this big, old beast and that he could touch it anytime he pleased.
“It is not right that a beautiful young lady should be wandering around the forest, showing herself to just about anyone who comes across her,” he said, staring between her legs and licking his chops. “Now, perhaps I should take you back to your father’s and he can punish you appropriately.”
“Oh no please!” she gasped quickly, knowing what a thrashing she would be in for.
“Well,” drawled The Wolf. “Perhaps I will be lenient this time, but you do realise you need to be punished don’t you?” Little Red nodded her head mutely. “I suppose I could administer the punishment myself and we can say no more about it.”
“Oh yes please,” she whimpered.
He stood up slowly, releasing her cloak and towering above her. He took her soft little hand in his giant, calloused paw and led her to the end of the veranda. There was a large barrel in the corner and The Wolf, releasing her hand, picked it up as though it were no more than a sack of feathers. He laid it on its side and pushed it up against the railings.
“Now, bend yourself over it child.” he instructed.
Poor Red gasped, knowing how exposed she would be in this position.
“Bu…” she protested, but before she could finish her words he grabbed her by the waist, picking her from the floor and laying her over the barrel. He pulled a soft, leather, thong from his pocket and proceeded to tie her wrists through the slats in the wooden railings.
“No!” she cried out, but it was useless. She was tied fast and the barrel held her bottom high in the air. He could do anything he wanted to her now and she moaned with fear and anticipation as she felt her little cloak pulled away, her humiliation almost complete. He thrust her legs apart with some force and Red felt a tiny trickle of her juices run across her thigh. Part of her wanted to close her legs again, but she dared not and something about her vulnerability thrilled her.
She listened as he stepped backwards from her and once more sat back in his rocking chair. He picked up his knife and returned to his carving. He had the perfect view of Red’s tight little cunt, glistening wet and her firm, round bottom, but he was taking his time, toying with his prey. After some minutes he spoke…
“Now young lady, how does it feel to have that little pussy of yours all exposed? It would be so easy for some bad man, hiding in the forest to tie you up like that, to take out his big hard cock and fuck you until you screamed.”
“Oh yes!” Red purred, almost inaudibly. She prayed he would do just what he was talking about. It would be awful of course, to be taken this way by The Wolf, but it would be so wonderful too.
“You are a very foolish girl,” he went on, “and foolish girls need to be taught a lesson.”
She jumped, her already hammering heart, skipping a beat as she felt his knife thrown hard into the wooden boards, its sharp tip entering as though the wood were as soft as butter. Once more the boards creaked as he stood and stepped towards her. It was a large barrel she was strapped to and her behind rested just below his hips. She cried out with surprise as she felt his hand rest upon her naked bottom. He stroked it up and down and she was quite surprised by how gentle his touch was.
She screamed like a wounded animal when the first strike came down. He slapped her arse hard, sending white-hot pain stinging through her behind. Once again he struck her, on the opposite cheek now and once more she cried out. He allowed his palm to rest against her as he spoke…
“I know it hurts, but you must be taught a lesson. You do know that don’t you?”
“Oh yes,” she purred. “I have been very bad.”
He spanked her hard and with each loud slap, Red cried out. With every stinging spank her body reflexively recoiled and she felt her poor little pussy tensing and releasing so beautifully. It hurt like hell, but with each flash of pain an equally powerful shock of pleasure shot from her tight little clitoris throughout her body. She was moaning loudly now, but it was no longer the unceasing slaps that caused her to cry out, but the waves of unbearably delicious pleasure that she was being enveloped with. He spoke once more as he continued to spank her…
“Take it from an old man Red, many men would not be able to resist a sweet little cunt like this,” and with these words Red cried out as she felt her pussy lips drawn apart by two, rough fingers. “ Many men would have to take it,” and he spanked her hard, slipping his fingers deep inside her wet little hole and fucking her two or three times. She cried out desperately. It was too much to be humiliated this way, but too wonderful not to be. “Some men…some very bad men, would take another little hole too.” She gasped and felt her little arse-hole desperately try to twitch shut, but her legs were too far apart and he slapped her hard again. She cried out desperately, but as the pain subsided she became aware of the pad of his index finger pressed, with a little force against her anus. It would be so easy for him to force his way in, to slip his finger inside her tiny hole. He rubbed his finger, sticky wet with her pussy juice all across her arse-hole and spanked her hard again. Reflexively her body recoiled to the slap and she opened herself up a little and his finger slipped inside. She moaned loud, deep sobs as she felt his finger inside her as he spanked, her body tensing and releasing against it with every slap. She was desperate, her humiliation almost unbearable. She wanted to be left alone as the tears ran across her cheeks, she just wanted…just wanted to be fucked.
Finally, with one giant, stinging slap he pulled his finger from her and stood back.
“I think you have learned your lesson now girl,” he said, reaching down and deftly untying her bonds.
She rubbed at her wrists, but remained prostrate over the barrel. Surely he was going to take advantage of her? Surely he was going to slide his big, old dick inside her tight young cunt? But as she slowly stood, wiping the tears from her eyes and feeling her bum cheeks burn, her pussy throb, she turned around to see, once more, he had gone. His knife and his piece of wood were nowhere to be seen and there was not a sound from the house.
Poor Little Red Riding Hood! She had been taught a lesson she truly deserved, but had been deprived of the fucking she desperately craved.
Without really realizing what she was doing, she picked up her basket and headed back towards the forest path.
She hated The Wolf, hated him and needed him desperately. Once again she asked herself why he had not fucked her? He could have done anything he wished to her and she would have been powerless to resist. She wouldn’t even have told either. It could have been their little secret, but oh no! The Big Bad Wolf was too good for Red’s tight little body. She stomped along the path determined that the first woodsman she came across would be allowed to fuck her anyway he pleased, but there was no one to be seen. Anyone who had been working along the path had long since been scared away.
Finally Red saw the trees begin to thin and the meadowland beyond the forest and just there, a little red and white dot in the distance, was Granny’s house.
“Stupid bloody wolf,” she cursed to herself as she felt her body wound as tight as a drum. I’ll show him who’s a naughty girl!” First things first though, dump the basket at Granny’s and then go and give herself entirely to the first man she sees.
As she walked up the pretty garden path to Granny’s front door she was hot and sticky. She knew she should have slipped her leggings back on, but what was the point? The old dear was too blind to notice anyhow and it would be torture to have her hot little pussy all hidden away now.
She knocked on the door and stepped through calling out.
“Granny dear where are you? It’s Little Red Riding Hood! I’ve got some goodies for you”.
She walked through to Granny’s bedroom at the back of the house and gasped as there, lying on the bed, was The Wolf.
“I just bet you’ve got some goodies for me my dear. Haven’t you?”
For those of you who care, Granny was fine. The doctor owed The Wolf a favour or two for all the game he had poached for him and had, on the Wolf’s bequest, taken Granny to his surgery for a little rest and recuperation.
Red stared down at him. He was huge, his great bear-like chest exposed and naked, muscular and tanned. A thin sheet covered his lower body and as Red’s eyes traveled down, she gasped to see his enormous erection barely concealed. She smiled a tiny conspiratorial smile at him and stepped towards the bed. She laid the basket on the floor and sat on the edge of the mattress, one smooth brown leg hooked beneath the other.
“Why Granny!” she said. “What big hands you have.”
He smiled and replied…
“All the better to touch you with my dear.” He ran the back of his fingers across her cheek, tucking the loose strands of hair behind an ear before allowing his hand to gently glide across her body, tracing the contour of her breasts beneath her soft cotton shirt, across her flat little belly and down to her naked thigh. He stroked backwards and forwards before running his hand between her legs and slipping his middle finger inside of her, his thumb pressing against her clit. Red shut her eyes, throwing her head back and moaned softly as his fingers gently caressed, barely moving, but teasing her so beautifully.
“Why Red Riding Hood! What big breasts you have,” he said.
She opened her eyes and grinned cheekily, “All the better to seduce you with.” With that, she drew her fingers to her throat, untying the bow that held her cape in place. She shrugged it from her shoulders and lay it at the foot of the bed. Next she unbuttoned three or four buttons from her shirt before pulling it from the bottom all the way over her shoulders, removing it entirely. Her eyes bored into The Wolf as he swallowed hard, staring at her incredible breasts, so full and so firm, the nipples flushed deep pink and swollen tight.
“Why Granny! What soft lips you have,” she teased.
“All the better to suck you with my dear,” he replied and leant in, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking softly against it. Red squirmed and felt his fingers, still teasing her cunt, begin to move a little harder against her. She moaned softly as he released his mouth before leaning against her other breast and sucking against that one too, just as sweetly. Eventually he released her and looking up into her eyes he said…
“Why Red! What a beautiful little cunt you have!”
He introduced a second finger and began to finger fuck her so slowly, the pad of his thumb still pressed against her clit.
Red kneeled up, careful not to lose The Wolf’s fingers from inside of her, but offering her pussy so close to his mouth.
“All the better for…Oh God!” she cried as his fingers pressed tightly at the back of her clit. “Oh fuck Granny!” she moaned, “ what a long tongue you have!”
“All the better to lick you with,” he replied, suddenly kneeling upright and pushing Red to the bed. He knelt above her and with one, lightning fast pounce, lowered himself between her legs, his strong arms spreading her thighs so wide as he began to devour her cunt with his mouth.
He licked at her in long lapping strokes, from the very bottom of her slit to the very top. He used his fingers to release her clitoris and teased it so gently with the very tip of his tongue. It was indeed long and strong and he plunged it deep inside of her time and time again. Red threw her head back and squealed. She bit hard against her index finger as the sheer pleasure of this man’s tongue fucking her ripped through her body. When she felt she could take it no more she clawed hard at his hair, dragging his head upwards. The Wolf crawled above her and they stared at one another, his ice blue eyes burning into her deep green ones. She reached up a tiny hand and grabbed at his enormous shaft.
“Why…Granny…” she panted. “What a nice cock you have.”
“All the better to fuck you with my dear,” he growled and slipping his arms beneath her thighs, lifted her upwards aiming his dick towards her sopping wet pussy.
Now although Red had never been with a man before, her pussy was not as tight as many a virgin’s. All her life she had ridden horses and their motion had deflowered her years ago. Nevertheless, her cunt was small and tight and the Wolf’s cock was so big. How could they possibly fit together?
Tucking one of her legs beneath the crook of his arm he grabbed his dick and pressed it towards her. She cried out as he began to push, parting her lips so wide. It hurt her a little as relentlessly, his big hard cock forced it’s way inside. She was panting desperately, tiny moans of pain, frustration and sheer pleasure as her body felt as though it were being ripped in two. Finally, with one great thrust of his hips, The Wolf powered is cock deep inside of Reds sore little cunt causing her to scream. He grabbed her legs with one strong arm now and with the other stroked her face gently, soothing her as his giant cock pulsed deep inside of her, her tight pussy sucking him so sweetly. She opened her eyes and smiled. She was still sore, but the sensation was far better than anything she had experienced and she wanted to experience it all.
“Fuck me you big bad wolf!” she instructed and he grinned. He released her legs to the mattress and placed his palms either side of her chest, holding himself upright on strong arms. Slowly he withdrew his hips causing his cock to slide outwards, but just as Red cried with the disappointment of it leaving her, of the pleasure of it stroking her inside, he powered it back within. She cried out again, as did he. He had fucked some wonderful women in his times, but Red had the sweetest, most tender little pussy he had ever experienced.
Gradually he increased his pace, his cock sliding in and out, slick with little Red’s cum. Poor Red’s pussy was so sore as his monstrous dick fucked her, but it made her gasp with pleasure too. She moaned, she swore, she cried out as her fingernails drew blood along his enormous back. She felt electric shocks fire from her clit to her nipples with each thrust of his hips. She found her body moving against him, opposing him with every long thrust, sending him deeper with more blissful pain into her body.
He reached his arms below her legs now and lifted her upwards, spreading her wide. He looked down and reveled in the sight of his fat cock slipping in and out of her tight, pink cunt. He could hear her breathing more ragged now, her moans becoming higher pitched and more frantic. He had been right about this one; she was ripe and ready to be taken. He thrust hard into her, sliding his cock so deep, feeling their abdomens pressing wet against one another. He forced his cock along her inner wall teasing her with every long, slippery stroke. He knew she was about to cum and her tight, young body was too much for him. He knew he would not be far behind her. He grabbed her ankles in one fist, gathering them together tight and lifting them high. He thrust a finger between her lips and she sucked onto it greedily before biting hard against its length. Harder and harder he thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, when she could take it no more she drew rapid breaths through her nostrils, her chest heaving, her body winding tighter still until it happened. Her breath caught and there was silence, heavy motionless silence, before her world came crashing down around her.
At this very moment he withdrew his finger from her mouth, her bite marks evident upon it. He reached down and pressed it between her arse cheeks. He felt for her tiny hole, tensing and releasing and at the appropriate moment slipped it shallowly inside of her.
She cried out desperately as her climax took hold, as his finger pressed within her. Her body tensed as flashes of pure white pleasure ripped through her, She sobbed as she thought she could take it no more, grabbing desperate, short breaths where she could, her mind swimming with colours, her clitoris sending wave after wave of pleasure up her spine, throughout her body. Poor Red cried out time and time again, sometimes moaning sometimes sobbing and sometimes squealing like a little piggy. As things steadily began to slow and her body was enveloped in soft pulsing waves of bliss she became aware of The Wolf above her. He was still thrusting hard inside of her, but his face was screwed up tight in what seemed like an expression of pain. She was not so naïve as to not realise that he was about to cum himself however and she gripped her thighs tight against his cock. But then, as if out of nowhere, an idea came to her.
“Cum across my body Mr. Wolf,” she instructed.
The Wolf opened his eyes and managed a momentary grin before plunging his dick so deep inside of her, then exiting her completely on the outward stroke. He grabbed hold of his dick hard and he knelt above her. Red spread her legs wide, her slit open and bruised pink from his cock. Finally with a great convulsion his body began to orgasm. He held himself still and a short spurt of cum short across her tight little cunt, but then he cried out desperately and a huge jet of sticky white semen splashed across her chest. It coated her belly and her tits, it even shot across her lips and she drew it into her mouth greedily with a finger. Time and time again he shot across her. The sight of this beautiful young woman, naked and streaked with his cum only made him fire more. She was a mess; her pussy was sticky wet, her tits and belly coated. Finally he slowed and the last small spurts tickled her inner thigh as they splashed across her.
He opened his eyes and smiled, but something had changed. The eyes he was now looking into were not those of the innocent Little Red Riding Hood, but were of an entirely different creature, one hungry and dangerous.
He flopped down next to her, a spent man. She kissed him once, softly against his cheek before whispering in his ear…
“Sleep now old man. Get some rest because I haven’t finished with that cock of yours just yet. I want to taste it; I want to feel it opening my tight little cunt from behind. Fuck! Who knows? I might even like to try it up that other little hole you enjoyed teasing so much.”
The Wolf swallowed hard, a little scared of the animal he had awoken within her. He closed his eyes, his body blissfully relaxed, his mind more than a little concerned about what was to come, but happy to finally experience a woman who was more than a match for The Wolf.
As he drifted towards sleep he listened as Little Red Riding Hood began to masturbate, rubbing his sticky cum into her pussy and moaning with every tease of her fingers.
And they all lived very happily ever after…
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