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Little Red - the REAL Red Riding Hood story!
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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Riding the little red-head
Once upon a time there was a very sweet, sexy young lady. She was petite,
a mere five feet and 4 inches, but she was energetic and cheerful. She had a
bright face that fairly glowed with youth. She had long, gleaming red hair
that reflected the suns fire. She had a small, but perfectly proportioned
body. She was a dream to behold. Every man who so much as set eyes on her
felt a stirring of his loins.
Now her aunt loved her very much, and could never think of enough things
to give to the young lady. Once, she gave her a dress made of red velvet
which matched the color of the young lady's hair. Now, because it was so
very becoming of the young lady, she would rarely wear any other. She was
always called " the little red-head."
One day, her mother said to her, "Come here, my little red-head, and take
this bottle of wine and this cake from me. Your aunt is very ill, and this
will make her feel better." Her mother gave little-red the cake and the
bottle, "Now mind you, start before it gets hot, and once you're outside,
make sure you don't stray from the path. You might fall down and break
the bottle, and your aunt wouldn't get anything."
"Yes, mother." Little red-head said, looking down at her feet.
"And when you come into her bedroom, don't forget to say good-morning,
and don't peer into all the corners first."
"I promise to do everything right." Little red-head said to her mother,
and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek.
The aunt lived out in the midst of a small forest, roughly half an hour
from the village, and little red-head's home. Just as little-red was
entering the forest, she met Micheal "the Wolf." Vulpin. But little
red-head didn't know "the wolf" and so she didn't know how nasty an
animal he could be. She wasn't afraid of him.
The wolf was hanging back, in the shade of the forest, sucking on a
water-pipe and enjoying the breeze. He took one look at Little red-head,
then did a double-take. He got up from under the ash tree, wiped his hands
on his jeans and put on his leather jacket. He untied his long black hair
and walked up to little red-head.
"Good Morning, little red." He said.
"Good morning, mister Vulpine."
"Where are you off to so early, little red?"
"To my aunt's."
"What are you carrying in your backpack?"
"Cake and wine. It's for my aunt. She's ill, and this will help her get
better."
"What are you carrying under that red dress, little red?" But little red
didn't understand what the wolf was asking. "Where does your aunt live,
little red?"
"Another quarter of an hour into the forest." said little red-head. "her
house stands under three oak trees with a hazel bush beneath them. Surely
you know the place." Little red started to walk again, moving beyond the
wolf.
The wolf thought to himself, "A tender young thing, she would make a very
juicy morsel... She would taste very good indeed... I'll have to move
quickly to get the both of them." and he said, "Little red-head, would you
just look at all the pretty flowers growing everywhere? the forest is
wonderful at this time of year. You are like a flower to me, little red.
A flower that I would pluck... I believe you aren't even listening to the
bird's sing. You walk like you're going to school. loosen up! enjoy the
forest..."
Red riding hood looked around and when she saw the sunbeams dancing on
the flowers and the pretty foliage, she thought, "If I bring auntie a bunch
of fresh flowers that will please her." So little red-head bounded off the
path, picking flowers for her aunt.
The wolf however, went straight to the aunt's house. He knocked on her
door tentatively.
"Who is it?"
"Little red-head, I've brought something for you to eat. Open the door."
"Just press down on the latch." cried the aunt, "and come on in. I'm in
the shower."
The wolf pressed down on the latch, the door sprang open, and the wolf,
without so much as a word, went directly to the washroom, and feasted his
eyes upon the naked form of little-red's aunt, Jeanette.
Now, Jeanette was still in the shower so she didn't see the wolf take
off his clothing, nor did she see him, step into the bathtub, behind her.
She felt his hand clasp against her mouth, and his other hand slide slowly
across her belly. She gasped, and tried to squirm, but the wolf held her
fast. She stood very still, feeling the wolf's growing excitement against
her buttocks.
He let his hand come up to brush her hair out of the way, and briefly
caressed her nipple. She let out a little sigh, without meaning to. The
wolf smiled to himself and let his hand trace her jaw, as he slowly
released the tension that held Jeanette mute. Unconsciously, Jeanette's
hand reached back and touched his growing member. She touched it gently,
and pulled her hand back, as if shocked, but, sensing no argument, she
wrapped her hand around it, feeling it swell and pulse with anticipation.
She tried to turn, but the wolf wouldn't let her. He gently slipped his
hand down across her belly, into the warmth of her crotch. a louder "Mmmm"
escaped her lips, and she ground her ass into his hip. Expertly, he
caressed her lower lips, isolating and teasing her clitoris until she
forcibly jerked herself away.
She turned to face him, and he felt his face go red. Jeanette smiled a
devilish smile and knelt before him, in the steam of the shower. With
water pouring down his chest and her back, she brought his member to the
same height as her face. She kissed him, sending a shiver of delight
throughout his body. Then, she inched her mouth over his head, moving
excrutiatingly, deliberately, slow.
Jeanette nibbled in the head of The wolf's cock. She licked it, and
murmured to it, occasionally looking up to see Micheal's enraptured face.
Then, slowly, she enveloped his entire length, letting the warmth of her
mouth touch him deeply. She bobbed up and down, faster, and faster, but
never quite fast enough to satisfy the wolf.
Finally, he puller her up by her shoulders, and made her face away from
him again. With the shower-water running down the front of her body, her
hair plastered against her breasts, the wolf moved upon her. He rubbed the
head along her slit, reveling in the feel of her lips against his smooth
skin. He spread her, making way for his manhood to follow the head.
Jeanette gasped, feeling herself stretched. She pushed herself back on
the huge member. Her walls clinging to Wolf's stiff rod. When she felt him
touch her cervix, she made her muscles relax to adjust to the wolf's size
and texture.
He moved more quickly now, hunching forward into her and driving his
length into her with each lunge. Jeanette stared at the showerhead, her
mouth half-open, amazed at the sensations flooding her. He began pinching
her nipples once again. She tightened and released her vaginal muscles,
stroking his shaft. The wolf couldn't believe how good she was, He had
fantasized about an encounter like this, and the thought that he would
get the little red-head as well spurred him on with greater energy.
He could feel Jeanette pushing back at him, encouraging him to feed her
more and more of himself, and began plunging into her even more freely and
with greater force. Jeanette began swinging her ass around in circles,
caressing the thick cock inside her in every possible way as he dug a
fingernail into her nipple.
Jeanette felt an explosion within her that came without warning. The
force of it ground her ass into the wolf's pelvis with such force that
he grunted loudly, before pushing back with his engorged member. Every
nerve in her body was charged at once, and the extreme pleasure of the
manhood within her was eclipsed by the eruption of orgasmic tremors which
coursed throughout her body. She trembled, and screamed out as another wave
of pleasure exploded within her. Later, when it was over, the wolf left
Jeanette lying in the bathtub, with the shower water running down her body.
He pulled her bathrobe around himself and put a towel around his head.
He climbed into Jeanette's bed to wait for little red-head.
Meanwhile, little red-head had been running about gathering flowers, and
when she had so many that she could not carry anymore, she remembered her
aunt. So she set out on her way to her Aunt's house.
She was surprised to see the front door open, and when she walked into
the bedroom, everything seemed so strange, and an odd warm feeling was
welling up from between her legs. There was a different smell in the
bedroom, and it made her nervous, uneasy. "Good Morning!" she cried.
But there was no answer. So, she went to the bed, and drew back the
curtain: there lay auntie Jeanette with her nightcap pulled down deep
over her face, looking very strange.
"Why Auntie Jeanette! What big ears you have!"
"The better to hear you with."
"Why Auntie Jeanette! What big hands you have!"
"The better to hold you with." And the wolf grabbed little red-heads
wrists. He looked up at her and smiled, wolfishly.
Little red was uncomfortable, and the heat in her pelvis was growing.
her eyes were drawn to half-way down the bed. "But Auntie Jeanette! what
a big mouth you have!"
"The better to eat you with." Hardly were the words said than the wolf
jumped out of bed, and little red was pushed onto it. She was tied to the
four posts of the bed, and the wolf stood above her.
"now, what have you in your backpack?"
"a bottle of wine and a cake."
"and what have you under your velvet red dress?"
Little red didn't answer. so the wolf pressed down on her ankles, and
slowly dragged his hands up the length of her legs. He was surprised to
feel the light texture of the silk stockings that little red wore. Slowly
he pushed the hem of little red's velvet red dress up from her knees. The
wolf chuckled when he found that little red was even wearing a garter-belt.
He let his hand idly trace the edges of the garters as he circled
little-red's vagina. Little red-head was breathing very oddly. She would
tell the wolf to stop what he was doing, then moan when he did. He let his
hands wander across her body. he felt her firm behind as he tongued the
inside of her thighs, running the tip closer and closer to her lips.
Little red leaned forward straining against her bonds, so he started
kissing her mound. he lightly ran his tongue along her lips up to her clit
illiciting a long, low moan. Once her legs started trembling, he separated
her lips with his fingers and dipped his tongue into her moist pussy. She
cried out and thrust upward. The wolf started to fuck her with his tongue,
pushing it in as far as he could. Little red-head started to moan loudly,
her head thrown back as she tried to grind her hips into the wolf's face.
Little red grabbed the bonds and pulled on them, opening her legs as wide
as she could. Her face was heavy with perspiration, and dark with her
impending orgasm. She cried out and her pussy convulsed around the wolf's
tongue.
From between her legs, the wolf smiled, and murmured to little red, "I
*knew* you were hiding something under your dress. Now, do you want to see
what I've been hiding?",the wolf stood up, over Little red's tied-up form.
"Why Mr. Wolf! what a big bulge you have in Auntie Jeanette's bathrobe!"
"Why, all the better to fuck you with, my dear little red-head," the
wolf removed the bathrobe he was wearing, allowing little red to stare at
his throbbing cock.
"What are you going to do with that?" asked little red, although she had
a very strong idea as to what the answer would be. That thought made her
horny again. Threads of pleasure wound throughout her body as she watched
the wolf stroke himself. He moved into position between her legs.
All protest from her ended as she spread her knees as far apart as she
could. He slid her down her body so he would be able to penetrate her.
He rubbed his penis between her labia to get some of her lubrication on
himself. In a couple of smooth strokes he was buried deeply in her vagina.
She was tight but the feeling was exquisite.
The wolf kissed Little red on the lips, savouring the salty taste of
excitement. He began to gently thrust up and down into her. She leaned
back and sighed. When she began to come, her orgasm reached an intensity
that her face and her breasts went bright pink. Little red was rocking
her hips violently, trying to pull the wolf further into her. She looked
barely conscious, her eyelids fluttering, eyes rolling, face flushed.
She erupted in another orgasm, her back arched, her thighs tensed,
coaxing the wolf's orgasm from him.
Her voice crescendoed to a scream: " OOooooohh god! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,
Yessssss, oh, do me, do me, do me!..." Then she began to relax, as the
wolf poured his orgasm into her with shudderring force.
"Did you eat Auntie Jeanette too?" Little Red asked in a whisper, some
time later.
"No love," Jeanette's voice came from the doorway. Jeanette stood there,
her nude form silhouetted by the bathroom lights. "Your Auntie Jeanette ate
him instead." She smiled lazily at the wolf. "shall I show you how?"
Little red nodded, hesitantly....
Outside, Constable Jack "The Woodsman" van Horne was searching for
Micheal "The wolf" Vulpin, when he heard the moaning coming from
Jeanette's cottage. He rushed over, and burst in the door. He found
both little red-head and her Aunt Jeanette licking furiously at the
wolf's upright prick.
He had a moment of indecision, before arresting the wolf on various
charges unrelated to this story. He carted the wolf off, and never
mentioned any word about what went on that day, nor what might have continued
to go on between Little red-head of the velvet red dress and her Aunt
Jeanette... He did offer his personal services however, should they find
themselves in need......!
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