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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 my 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
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