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Little Red Riding Hood

By: er0tic4u



Little Red Riding Hood wasn’t the sweet innocent she is written about in fairy tales passed down from one generation to the next. This is the real story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. Little Red Riding Hood was a little foxy lady of 21. 

She knew how to vamp, be a tramp with all the woodsmen, trolls and elves in the forest that lead to her grandmother’s house. In her basket of goodies, she carried cock rings, vibrators, dildos, edible underwear and things to bring all the good men of the forest to their sexual peak and bliss. 

What no one knew was that Little Red Riding Hood had been given a special gift from her fairy godmothers. A gift of a magical pussy. She had a magical pussy that drove men wild. It could make a man stay hard for hours at a time and cum and cum again and again There was an interesting side effect from fucking Little Red Riding Hood, the cock grew an inch longer and thicker magically . This meant that soon the forest was full of trolls and elves with 9 inch cocks that were at least 3 inches wide. It also made human males more horny and more fertile in making anyone they fucked pregnant. 

A good time was being had by all in the dark forest except by the Big Bad Wolf. Little Red Riding Hood had been told by her fairy godmothers to never ever to let any wolf near her magical pussy, her pussy would lose all its magical ability. 

The forest would beset by trolls, elves and tall woodsmen who lost their sexual ability to please women - sorta like each man’s cock would suddenly develop something similar to a sexual headache whenever a woman would want to have sex. That just wouldn’t do in this forest of sexual pleasures. Yet Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t stop thinking about how it must feel to have the Big Bad Wolf make love to her. 

All the porno she had snuck into her basket, showed wolves as really being hung and the look on their mates face was one of pure sexual bliss. She decided she would seduce the Big Bad Wolf in the forest on her way to her grandmother’s house. She wore her sexiest Red Riding Hood dress that made all the trolls, elves, dwarfs and woodsmen drool for her out of lust. She stopped by the local hangout for Wolves in the forest. She ordered a Howling Wolf drink and waited for the Big Bad Wolf to come in. 

She was being hit on by all the young male wolves but not one of them looked like her porno magazine of the Big Bad Wolf. She did her best imitation of the Ice Queen and they left her alone. Just as she was about to leave, the Big Bad Wolf sat down beside her. 

As Little Red Riding Hood looked up and down the Big Bad Wolf , her face flushed when she saw that the Big Bad Wolf was as big and super hung as her porno mags had shown. He leaned over and nipped her on her ear playfully as he whispered, "Want to take the Big Bad Wolf like a real bitch. Some say I’m magical too!” 

“Yes," Little Red Riding Hood whispered, ”I’ve had such fantasies about you!” 

The Big Bad Wolf lead her to his dark lair. He ripped her clothes off with his fangs and started to pant with wild animal lust as he took in her ripe sexy body. She maybe petite but she made up for it with having the biggest fullest tits he had ever seen. She had a hairy black mound that made his mouth water. “Get on all fours like a bitch in heat,” he growled as his sharp nails dug into her full, big tits. He started to mount her magical pussy but than he remembered the legend about what would happen if he fucked her pussy. 

He guided her long wolfish penis into her ass. “No,” Little Red Riding Hood screamed, ”It hurts so bad ...I’ve never been fucked there. Stop Please stop!“ 

The Big Bad Wolf started to bite her neck hard and growled, ”You aren’t the only one with magic. Can’t wait to see how the wolf magic works up your ass.” He rammed and rammed his penis into her virgin ass. The more she fought him, the harder he rammed her. He moved his paws down to her pussy. She came again and again on his hairy paws that rubbed her clit roughly. Something started to change inside of Little Red Riding Hood... She started to move her hips back towards him as he rammed her ass. 

“More, Wolfie, more,” she cried out, ”Don’t know what is happening to me. Can’t get enough! Never needed sex so bad More, Wolfie, more!" The Big Bad Wolf started to howl as he came inside her ass. He withdrew his penis with a pop The Big Bad Wolf did have his own dark magic Little Red Riding Hood became insatiable in her appetite for sex . She became like a bitch in heat for wolves. She couldn’t get enough of wolves to suck their penis, fuck her magical pussy. Yet she had a preference for it up her ass with the wolves. 

She lost her red riding hood outfit and roamed free in the forest , naked. What the Big Bad Wolf hadn’t told her was that if a Big Bad Wolf fucks Little Red Riding Hood up the ass, he is impregnating her with his wolf seed. Little Red Riding Hood gave birth to a son that had thing not for human females but for little pigs. He also liked sex with little pigs in threesomes. That is another fairy tale to be told another day.

Little Red Riding Hood



Now everyone had heard the children’s version of Little Red Riding Hood but gather around boys and girls so I can tell you the adult version.

Little Red Riding Hood was really a 19-year-old girl home for the summer from college. The only family she had left in the world was her grandfather who lived in a small cottage in the middle of a forest.

Red would spend some days exploring the forest while a local woman took care of her grandfather’s cooking and cleaning. At night, Red would read to her grandfather or tell him about the places she had explored and the plants or animals she had seen until he fell asleep. Red’s grandfather as well as his caretaker always warned her to be out of the woods by dusk and safely back inside the cottage.

Red’s grandfather didn’t ask much of her other than she is home before dark. He also wanted her to keep her gorgeous 38-34-40 figure covered, no walking through the woods in skimpy shorts or halter tops, she had to wear jeans, hiking boots and a t-shirt. He also requested that she lock his bedroom door behind her every night as she left his room.

Everything went wonderfully for the first couple of weeks that Red was home. She got to meet the local woman who cared for her grandfather while she was at school. Mrs. Ives would come in three times a week when Red was a home to give her some time to explore the surrounding forest. One day, while following the sound of a chainsaw, Red came across Mr. Coleman, her grandfather’s closest neighbor who was cutting dead trees for her grandfather’s winter heat.

Sitting on a nearby stump, Red watched Mr. Coleman work. Even though he was at least 15 years her senior, eh was in excellent shape from the hard work he performed daily. She got a thrill from watching the way his plaid flannel shirt stretched over his muscles as he wielded the chain saw.

Upon spotting the beautiful girl watching him, Mr. Coleman turned off his chain saw and laid it on a stump near where he was working. After wiping his forehead on a towel he had tucked into the waistband of his jeans, Mr. Coleman took off his gloves and approached the young woman to introduce himself.

“Better to careful in these woods, Ms. Red,” the woodsman warned. “I’ve lived here close to 20 years but I’ve heard and seen things that will give you nightmares. There are critters around here that ain’t in any book or museum. Don’t go wondering around after dark, ya hear? Now you best be heading home.”

With that ominous warning, Mr. Coleman returned to his work. Red sat watching him for a little longer, puzzling over what he had said before she started walking home. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice Mr. Coleman turn to stare at her denim-clad bottom as she wondered out of sight.

Once at her grandfather’s cabin, Red wished Mrs. Ives a good night as she scurried out the door. After closing the door behind her, Red went to her grandfather’s room to eat dinner with him. As they ate, Red told her grandfather about meeting his neighbor, Mr. Coleman, as well as his strange warning.

“Oh, my dear, I’m afraid Mr. Coleman is right. We do have some creatures that roam these woods that have not yet been examined at length by any scientist. However, there are new species of plant, insects and mammals discovered every day. It’s only a matter of time before ours are given scientific names and put on display at museums all over the world. I do think it would be a good idea for you to stay inside at night though just to be on the safe side.”

After cleaning away the dinner dishes, Red picked up the novel she had been reading to her grandfather but only read a short time before he claimed he was tired and wanted to sleep. Marking the page, Red sat aside the book and kissed her grandfather good night before leaving his room.

Just as she turned out the light, her grandfather called out, “Don’t forget to look my door, child.”

Doing as he wished, Red called “good night” once more as she closed his door. Quickly walking through the house, Red checked that all the doors and windows were locked before washing the dinner dishes then heading upstairs to her room. As she passed her grandfather’s room, she double-checked that the key to his door was hanging on the wall next to the door.

Reaching her room, Red flicked on her bedside light and stripped naked before climbing into bed. For a short time, she lay there pondering Mr. Coleman’s remarks, her grandfather’s insistence at being locked in his room every night and Mrs. Ives’ apparent eagerness to be in town before dark. Red tried to imagine what type of creature could cause such warnings and fear but had not yet been discovered. No one had told her what the creatures supposedly looked like or what they were capable of. Red imagined creatures as strong as grizzly bears, giant spiders that ate human babies or bats as large as humans. Finally pushing these silly thoughts from her mind, Red picked up her own novel but was only able to read a short time before she dozed off. 

Dreaming that she was being chased by some of the creatures her mind had thought up, Red jerked awake just as the beast hurled itself snarling on her back. She had flung herself into a sitting up position when she woke and sat there panting as she struggled to push the dream away. It seemed as though she could still hear the animal’s horrid snarling breath as it paced around her.

Suddenly Red realized that the sounds she was hearing were actually coming from downstairs, not from her dream. She could hear thrashing sounds that sounded as if they were coming from her grandfather’s bedroom and what she thought was a strangled cry of the old man. Hurrying into a robe that hung on the back of her bedroom door, Red rushed down the stairs, intent on saving her grandfather from whatever was in his room.

Reaching his room, Red had to fumble for the key as the door was still firmly shut and locked. “It must have come through his window,” she thought as she willed her fingers to stop shaking so she could unlock the door. Finally, she was able to unlock the door and flung it open. She could only gasp and stare in shock at what greeted her eyes.

Her grandfather was on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Dark hair was sprouting over his exposed back and legs where the pajamas had tore from his body by the muscles now fully developed. Rather than having normal feet, his feet were becoming animal like claws, resembling those of a dog or a wolf. Although his legs were not fully exposed, they appeared to be turning into the hindquarters of an animal. Red watched in horror as her grandfather, or what use to be her grandfather threw back his head and howled at the full moon visible through his bedroom window.

She must have let out a small gasp because suddenly the creature turned to face her. Her grandfather’s eyes stared out at her from a face that was horribly disfigured. The nose had elongated and his ears were now at the top of his head, clearly distinguished as human ears but becoming pointy rather like a cat or a dog. As they stared at each other, the ears completed their transformation into the ears of a large dog, standing up at attention.

“Run to your room, child,” the animal hoarsely whispered in her grandfather’s voice.

“What is happening to you?” Red screamed in terror.

The beast opened its mouth once more to howl at the moon and she was able to see the long fangs and sharp teeth. Horrible grunting sounds were coming from its mouth as if in pain as the transformation progressed until the being in front of her was more beast than the grandfather she knew and loved. Once the transformation was complete, the animal grinned at her and flung itself to block the door when she tried to flee the room.

“Grandfather, please stop! Oh, what has become of you,” Red said in despair as the creature backed her further into the room.

“I tried to get you to leave,” the animal whispered. “I wanted to spare you but you only stared at me rather than running like I asked. Now you must pay, my child.”

Red’s knees hit the bed as she backed up against it with nowhere left to go. Slowly she sank down so that she was sitting on the bed as she continued to gape at the being in front of her. Walking on all fours like an animal but much larger than any dog she had ever seen before, Red’s grandfather continued to stalk her.

“What happened to you,” Red whispered again in a voice that had gone hoarse and low with terror.

“It’s simple, my dear,” the animal rasped back at her. “I was given the chance to live forever in exchange for a few changes to my body at every full moon. True, the changes are painful but they are temporary and what a glorious feeling when completed! I am stronger now than I ever was in my youth. I can run faster, lift more and my stamina has greatly improved. I feel almost like a young man again in my prime. Yes, it is difficult finding new mates but I am not bound by humanly desires to find only one mate. See, now I crave giving this gift of ever lasting life to all the world.”

With that, the creature jumped onto the bed next to her. He used his front paws to tear the robe open, exposing her fresh young body to his ravenous gaze. His long tongue slipped from his mouth as he stared with wonder at the beauty before him. Her round firm breasts sat high on her chest, heaving from her panting in terror. Her waist tapered down so smoothly only to flare open again as it reached her hips that curved out gently. Although her legs were pressed together, the beast could see the curls of her red pubic hair against the milky white skin of her stomach. 

Slowly his cock pushed it’s way out of its hairy foreskin at the sight of this incredible young woman in front of him. Red watched in horror as his prick was exposed. It seemed as if it would never stop forcing it’s way out of his body. 7 inches, then 8 and finally it stopped at 9 inches fully exposed but it was the thickest cock Red had ever seen. It looked as if it was easily as thick as her wrist and her terror increased even more as she saw from the gleam in her grandfather’s eye that he meant to use it. 

Slowly sitting back on its haunches, the animal lowered his mouth so that his long slippery tongue was able to caress her nipples. Red gasped in horror and tried to push the beast away but he growled low in his throat so she let her hands drop uselessly to the bed, afraid that he would rip her apart with his sharp teeth and claws if she resisted him anymore. His sharp teeth nipped on her tits causing her nipples to extend even farther and his tongue curled around them.

Standing back up, the werewolf used his front paws to scratch at Red’s thighs, raising red welts where his long claws scraped against her pale skin. Red was too terrified to resist him and allowed her thighs to fall open. Instantly the beast shoved his snout into her pussy, inhaling her fragrant aroma deeply as he stared at her.

“So very pretty, my dear,” he growled in his raspy voice. 

Leaning in even closer he pushed his tongue out to barely flick across her pussy, starting low near her ass and dragging his tongue over her pussy lips to her clit. Not forcing her lips apart, just using the lightest of touches to taste her for the first time. Red groaned in fear and tried to close her legs but the animal jumped up on her shoulders to knock her flat on the bed and growled in her face before once again settling between her thighs.

Tears of fear and shame ran down Red’s face as the wolf-creature laid between her wide spread legs again. She could feel his warm breath washing over her exposed pussy. Red gasped as his slippery tongue ran over her once more and squirmed on the bed, trying to get away from him, begging him to stop. As she scooted across the bed, the animal followed her, his tongue tasting her sweetness, until her head was pressed against the wall and there was nowhere left for her to hide. Her hands reached down to push the large head away from her but he was much stronger than she was and able to resist her attempts to stop him.

Suddenly, his hot tongue slithered between her pussy lips and entered her. It stretched into her deep, wiggling as it went. Red moaned low in her throat as the animal’s long tongue pushed into her again and again. Through her fear she could feel a new emotion rising up and tried to fight it off. A tingling sensation had started in her stomach and she could feel her body responding as her pussy juices began to flow. Looking down her body, her grandfather’s brown eyes stared up at her, his face covered in coarse fur that tickled against her inner thighs. As they gazed at each other, he curled his tongue and slowly withdrew it to lap at her exposed clit.

With his tongue flicking against the little hard nub at the top of her pussy, Red’s hands no longer tried to push her grandfather away from her. Instead her hands tugged at the course fur, pulling him tighter against her. A part of her mind still insisted that this was wrong but her body was powerless to ignore the feeling of that tongue. Her hips began squirming on the bed as her fingers stroked the long silky ears of the beast. The moans that escaped from between Red’s lips filled the room.

Red’s hips began bouncing on the bed as her pussy went into spasms. “Oh, I’m cumming,” she screamed in passion as her hands moved up to pinch and squeeze her nipples, her legs wrapping around the beast’s head.

Instantly her grandfather shoved his tongue deep into her cunt, licking up the sweet syrup that was flowing out of her body, her tight cunt squeezing his tongue as he probed deep. The animal was making whimpering sounds as his tongue scooped out load after load of her juices, pressing his face tighter against her as if he wanted to climb inside to discover the source of this wonderful taste.

Red’s body quivered as her orgasm faded away but the beast didn’t remove his face from her steaming box. He greedily lapped at the juices, his cold damp nose bumping against her clit as he squirmed his tongue in deeper. As Red lay back, panting, the familiar tingling sensation began to rise in her stomach and pussy again. Moaning, she started rocking her hips down to meet the animal’s tongue, timing it so that her body pressed down to meet his thrusts to allow his tongue to probe deeper.

Neither Red nor the werewolf were aware that her screams of passion had echoed through the forest, reaching many ears that were drawn to the cabin by the noise. Little did they realize that they were being watched at that very moment, other beings of the forest becoming excited by the view from the window. One of those creatures watching was Mr. Coleman, the woodsman Red had met earlier.

The sight of the large wolf-like animal lying between Red’s thighs was so erotic. The contrast between his silver tipped black hair against her milky white skin and red hair was so arousing. The sight of the huge, dominant and ugly beast so obviously pleasing the beautiful young girl was more than Mr. Coleman could watch and his hand slipped into his pants to grasp his own hard cock as he watched Red’s body rocking up to met the animal.

Red’s bouncing and squirming hips caused her pubic bone to grind painfully against the animal’s snout. The creature placed one of his paws on her pussy to hold her down but the rough pads on the bottom of his paw scrapped against her clit, sending her over the edge once more. After her trembling subsides the beast removed his snout from her steaming box, watching as more of her hot sticky cum bubbles out.

Slowly the animal crawls his way up her body until his long tongue dangles in her face as it pants for air, the head of his massive cock nudging against her open pussy. Red can smell her pussy on the animal’s fur, slick now from her juices and pulls her head up to lick the side of his face, groaning as the taste of her cum explodes on her tongue. Licking a path to his open mouth, Red sucks his tongue into her mouth allowing it to enter her throat as she greedily cleans it.

Pulling it’s head back the animal that her grandfather has become hoarsely commands, “Roll over and get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck that pretty pussy.” The beast slides off her body to sit on his haunches and watch her comply.

Shivering in delight, Red does as he wishes. Rolling over onto her side, staring into his eyes as she moves until she is flat on her stomach and can no longer see him. She moans as she pulls her legs underneath her, feeling her ass rise into the air and picturing the view he is getting as her swollen pussy lips pull apart allowing him to look at her pink creamy center once more. Pushing her arms up, Red slowly rises up before the animal on her hands and knees. Glancing at him over her shoulder she walks backwards until her pussy and ass are pressed tightly against his furry chest, the hair tickling her as she rotates her hips against him.

The animal stands and walks over her, the hair on his belly dragging along Red’s back as the werewolf gets into position. His front paws are astride her shoulders before she can feel his cock at her pussy again. Suddenly he jumps and places his huge front paws on her back, his extra weight causing her arms to buckle before she catches herself. His claws are scraping at her tender skin making her moan in pain but when he slams into her with his massive cock; her head is drawn back as she screams in pleasure and pain.

Without giving her body anytime to adjust to this new intruder, the werewolf begins savagely fucking her. Ripping his cock out until only the thin point is inside her before thrusting back in hard and deep, letting his fur covered balls slap against her throbbing clit. As Red’s head falls towards bed, she catches a glimpse of the woodsman standing outside the window. 

“Please,” Red begs, unsure of what she is asking for as she stares into Mr. Coleman’s eyes while the beast brutally fucks her, her body swaying under the attack.

Mr. Coleman’s head is swimming with the vision in front of him. This beautiful young girl being treated like a bitch in heat. The red welts being raised on her milky skin from the sharp claws that drug down her back until they reached her hips that the beast was now firmly holding. Her eyes glassed over in passion and her body straining to push back to meet the animal’s deep thrusts. 

Unable to control himself, Mr. Coleman pulls open the window and crawls through. The animal suddenly aware of the intruder growls menacingly at the woodsman but the woodsman ignores him as he walks towards Red. Mr. Coleman’s hand moves to stroke her hair that is bouncing around her sweat covered face. When his hand cups the side of her face, Red turns her head so that she is able to bite the palm near his thumb, her teeth gently nipping at him before her tongue darts out to lick away any pain.

With a groan, Mr. Coleman pulls his hand away and rips off his clothing. Standing before her with his cock jutting from his body he moves in closer and using one hand tilts her head further back. Grasping his cock in his other hand, the woodsman steps close enough to slip it between her open lips.

Satisfied that the man poses no threat and does not mean to interrupt his taking of this bitch, the werewolf continues his deep thrusts. Peering around his bitch’s head, the grandfather watches as the woodsman forces his cock into her throat. As the animal thrusts into her, it rocks her body forward so that she is forced to swallow the woodsman’s hard cock down to the balls. 

Being used by both the werewolf and the man turns Red on and she can feel her pussy throbbing as she cums again. The spasms of her pussy trying to milk the large cock inside her and her mouth falling open as she screams “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!”

Mr. Coleman strokes his cock while watching the intense pleasure wash over Red’s face. Her mouth wide open as cries, moans and wordless screams continue to pour out of her while the animal fucks her through her orgasm. On the brink of his own orgasm, the woodsman forces his cock back into Red’s mouth just as his cum begins to shoot out.




Little Red Riding Hood



Listening to Red chocking and gasping as the hot salty cum shots down her throat is too much for the werewolf. Feeling her body quiver as she gags on the woodsman dick while panting and moaning from her own orgasm causes the beast to release his own load. Forcing his cock into her deep, the animal feels the hot river of cum bubbling up from his balls. His cock twitching as the cum shoots up through him and out the tiny opening.

The force of her grandfather’s cum splashing deep inside her pussy causes Red to cum once more. Even as the animal tries to hold her still to accept all of his cum, Red’s hips begin to gyrate as she fucks him. Swallowing the last of Mr. Coleman’s cum, she lets his cock fall from her mouth. Crying out her pleasure one last time, her head sinks towards the waiting pillow, her back arching up to allow the animal to sink his spewing cock even deeper inside her. 

Red is awaked the next morning to hear birds chirping outside her window. Stunned she turns her head to find that she is indeed in her own bed. “What a wild dream,” she thinks to herself as she gets out of bed. Turning to make her bed, she notices hair on the sheets. With horror etched on her face, she bends over to pluck one of the silver tipped black hairs from her bed. She realizes that it was not a dream as she feels her pussy getting hot and wet, remembering what happened the night before.



Little Red Riding Hood







Little Red Riding Hood



Little Red involuntarily jerks her body downward; impaling herself fully on the beast's swollen rod, as the animal tries to plant his seed as far up in the girl's belly as possible. The inflating canine member does its designed job to ensure that not one precious drop of her canine lover's sperm goes anywhere but into the young girl's developing young womb where it belongs. Red shrieks at the penetration; but whether from ecstasy, pain, or terror is hard to tell. Still, the evidence is for the former; as instead of pulling away from the beast, she actually tries to force herself farther down.

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Only this is impossible, as by this time she has taken the beast, knob and all, all the way up into her tight little cunt, with his sharp-pointed penis actually squirting thick white canine sperm into her pubescent young womb.

Unknown to the members enjoying themselves in the bedroom, this second scream has attracted attention from without. The person hearing it has no way of knowing that these are screams of pleasure, not pain, so he hurries toward the source of the noise. 

Of course, pleasures like this cannot last for long; even with big strong wolves and horny teens. Eventually the beast's strong outpourings into the girl dwindle to just mild spurts; while Little Red's wild gyrations around the spike in her belly slow to occasional jerks of her young pelvis, as she tries to get one last twinge from the beast whose "tail" fills her sex so nicely.

Exhausted the wolf settles above his young human bride without stressing her with his weight. Slowly the quick breathing and panting slows down; and she embraces the big wolf whose most important piece she still owns; as she finds herself fastened to him by the enormous ball that has swollen in her tight little cunt. Still, the young girl enjoys the sensation of being mated to her canine lover and she kisses him again and again on his muzzle. "Now I've caught you, big wolf, I'll never give you free! That was soooo terribly nice! Would you mind doing the same thing with Granny?" Now she remembers. "Actually, where is Granny?" She sits up and lets the wolf's penis escape with a wet sucking sound from her tight box, as the swollen knob has finally shrunk enough for him to pull out.

At the same moment, something is going on under the bed; as Grandma crawls into the light. "Granny! There are you!" Emphatically Little Red Riding-hood jumps upon the woman; entwines her waist with her slender thighs and embraces her tightly; ignoring the slippery streams of goo matting her between the legs.

"Oh, Little Red Riding-hood, you are really stark naked! And your red hood has been scrambled! And you're all messy down there! You wicked fellow, did you dare to do the same to this young girl . . ." grandma threatens, smiling to the wolf and tousles his dense fur. "Now, then I must inspect immediately, if everything is in good order!" She puts the girl down on the edge of the bed; lifts her slender thighs up to her flat chest and bends over the girl's crotch. Little Red Riding-hood lets herself fall back and feels her grandma putting a finger at the opening, which is slippery with wolf-sperm. She sighs deeply as this finger slides into the narrow channel without resistance.

"Ah, I see . . . someone has been in here!"

"O yes, this one!" giggles the young girl and grabs the wolf's joy-spender, which is recovering slowly from his former work.

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Excitedly, the woman lowers her mouth on her granddaughter's cunt. The girl pants when Grandma's tongue twirls into her crotch. The taste of the sperm, mixing with the deflowering blood and the love-juice of the teen causes growing eagerness in the older woman. Smacking, she licks deeper and deeper into the young girl. To get more of it she inserts both of her index-fingers into the teen's vagina and pulls her pussy wide open. In this way she can insert her long pointed tongue deeply. Each lick over the tiny nub causes the girl's body to jerk uncontrollably.

"I want something for me, too!" gasps the girl and turns her head to get the fist-like head of the wolf's penis into her mouth. Breathing hard through her nose she sucks this nice big lollipop, while wave after wave of lust ripple through her belly.

But her grandma has tended short to orgasm tasting the juices she extracts from the inner girl. Just some strokes of her own finger help her over the cliff.

At the same moment, with her spasms Little Red Riding-hood stretches, clutches the woman's head with her thighs and goes rigid; while the wolf's juice shoots down her throat. No little drop of life juice gets lost from the eager swallowing young woman.

Exhausted, the three of them lie in a heap after the storm. First of them up is the girl crawling up across her grandmother's belly to kiss her and to play with her breasts. "Don't you want to play with the wolf like I did?" she asks.

The wolf just howls with frustration at the sight of his deflating member, and his inability to perform again after being so thoroughly drained by the teen girl's sucking young vagina and eager young mouth.

"But I did, my dear child!" Anew the woman fixes the red hood for the girl that has been tousled once more.

"And did he squirt into you, too? May I look?"

"Of course, my dear young one!" Grandma spreads her thighs wide and gives the green light to the girl. Little Red Riding-hood lies down across her grandma's belly and parts the woman's pubic hair with her little hands. Then she inserts one little finger between her granny's labia; feels the slippery wetness; and tastes it immediately. "Mmmmmmh!" she smacks; then she puts her whole mouth to this source. Grandma's eyes turn back with lust when her grandchild pushes her tongue into the woman's fucking channel without hesitation and slicks out the female juices mixing with the formerly injected wolf's sperm.

While she does, the wolf has positioned himself behind the young girl, and give little whimpers and howls of frustration at not being able to penetrate the girl because his member is too soft and limber, even with the erotic dance taking place in front of him, to enter even the most slack and willing of cunts, let alone the tight little sleeve of the young girl lapping at her grandmother's leaking vagina.

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It is this sight . . . of a young girl apparently cowering in her grandmother's lap, while both females have lost their clothing in an apparent attempt to escape the slavering wolf about to bite the young girl, that appears to the astounded eyes of the woodcutter who slams open the door, after coming in response to the girl's earlier screams. If he hadn't been so surprised at the sexy dishabille of the two women, it's almost certain that the woodsman's axe would have split the wolf in two . . . or at least damaged him seriously.

As it is (fortunately for all concerned) the heavy axe buries itself deep into the wood flooring; allowing both women to stop him from raising it again, during the time it took the brawny man to pull it free.

Once it became clear that the women were NOT being threatened by the big carnivore, but only being ravished by him; and that further the wolf's howls were not intended to frighten his prey, but merely frustration at not being able to get hard again, with such a delectably sexy sight in front of him, the man laughed! "My friend," he said, patting the mighty beast on the side, "that's what you get from sending an animal to do a man's job."

This brings a smirk from the wolf (as much as an animal CAN smile, that is). Little does the man know the insatiable appetites of the two females in front of him. Curling up in the corner, the wolf licks his abused penis, as he watches the woodcutter shed his clothes and approach the two on the bed who have resumed where they left off. 

Impatiently the girl pulls the woman's nether lips wide apart to be able to lick deeply into the crotch. The Woman enjoys comfortably the eagerness of her little granddaughter. At the same time she caresses the girl's tight, upturned butt; exposing it to the attentions of the man approaching from the rear. Little Red Riding-hood squeezes her little hand deeper and deeper into the woman to reach her inner treasures; while Grandma spreads her legs wide to give proper access to the girl.

Suddenly there's a little jerk when the teen's hand slides into the woman's snatch completely. Deeply moaning, the grandmother watches intensely the curious girl pushing her slender arm even deeper. Grandma swims in lust! Another orgasm shakes the female body but she isn't released because her grandchild pulls her arm out of her grandma and licks the juices from her hand. Then she returns it with one single push in the warm and wet hollow. 

The woman's groping fingers find Little Red Riding-hood's naked slit that shines between her slender thighs. Moaning, she puts two fingers against the tender opening and pushes gently but firmly into the teenaged flesh. The girl jerks and turns her head to smile at her grandmother's face. The experienced fingers frisk the eighteen-year-old cunt and push against the tight cervix, which they rub slightly. Trembling, Little Red Riding-hood drops her head into her grandma's crotch and catches the jerking clit with her lips, while she slips her arm into the woman up to the hilt.

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Now she has discovered the entrance to the woman's uterus, and she becomes aware of the more treasures that are hidden here. The wolf's sperm begins to ooze back into the love channel. Several times the young girl slicks the juices from her arm then she digs two of her little fingers into this inner entrance. The success follows immediately, when Grandma throws herself up and exclaims panting 

"Yes my dear Little Red Riding-hood, more, more!" Enthusiastically the girl urges her whole little hand into the woman's womb; bringing out every drop of the goodies. Moaning, Grandma turns her head to and fro; slipping her own fingers repeatedly into her grandchild's tight little cunt.

Between spasms, she catches sight of the woodcutter's rod, inflated almost up to bursting. After all, what man can stay cool when he sees two females make love in such an erotic manner?! The woman pulls the hulking man by his tool near the young girl's swaying bum. The huge glowing sword is guided exactly to the teen's wriggling little entrance.

A muffled cry comes from the young girl, when the oversized man drives his thick prick into his little teen-bride. Little Red Riding-hood throws back her head, causing her blonde pigtails to fly; and receives the first heavy thrusts of a human prick inside her tight little vagina. At the same time she pushes her little fist firmly into her dear granny's uterus. The eighteen-year-old body gets staggered by the man's repeated blows; as his huge rod urges itself into the young girl for more than the half; smashing against the jerking young cervix. The man's impact gets more and more violent; as he tries to plant more and more of his engorged penis in the young girl's body. Unlike the wolf earlier, at first his engorged member is too thick to enter the girl's cervix; but it still stretches around the head; making almost a ring around the tip, where he is trying to drive it right into the young girl's womb.

Whimpering with frustration, enjoyment, and possibly some pain at the man's intrusion into her belly, the girl drives her little teeth into her grandma's swollen clit, while her little hand is digging deep in the woman's womb. Then the older man drives into the girl with a mighty blow. At the same time Little Red Riding-hood pushes back her bum to meet his thrust. There is a sudden jerk; the young girl opens her eyes wide in a silent scream; while the giant rod vanishes inside her completely. The reddened labia clench around the root of the thick stem. Squealing, the girl struggles as the fat prick-head stretches her immature uterus. Another thrust shakes the little body when the man pulls out his rod, growling in frustration at not going still deeper, and gives her the coup-de-grace with his legs pushing, while his strong arms pull the girl onto his engorged member, like a man pulling a tight boot onto his foot.

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Parting her young nether lips extremely, guided along the narrow slippery channel the man's prick is momentarily retarded at the young cervix, until he pierces through the womb's gate powerfully. Such an entrance would have been impossible even a few minutes earlier, but the wolf's prior presence has enabled the man to penetrate the girl completely. Her young uterus is wrapped around the man's penis like some obscene interior vagina-within-a-vagina, and it milks the man's tool powerfully, for his potent seed; which is not long in flooding her young little womb.

Helplessly Little Red Riding-hood's little head is yanked to her nape when the explosion happens in her innermost sanctuary. In reflex her little fist cramps in her grandmother's uterus. Wave after wave of thick white goo surges into the girl's womb; which expands almost to the bursting point. Then the high pressure forces its way back along the intruding stem. All of the boiling sperm that doesn't fit in this little cave squirts out of the trembling girl's opening; as this time it doesn't have the wolf's knot to hold it inside her.

Filled with sympathy, Grandma experiences her young grandchild's rosy cunt spraying white juice, while several waves of pleasure run through the young body.

Shaking, the three lovers fall in a heap and need some time to restore their senses. Only reluctantly the fat sausage is detached from the sweet rosy box that has been filled with human sperm for the first time. The girl jerks slightly and removes her own little arm from her grandma's snatch; while the wolf snickers at the man's wilting prick. It had taken THREE attacks by the two lusty females to make his member shrink like that. Still, the wolf is grateful for the assistance, as he knows now that he would never be able to slake the lust of them alone.

A short while later, after taking a breather, the grandmother struggles to her feet to lay the coffee-table. Anew she must fix her young granddaughter's tousled cap. Then Little Red Riding-hood, her beloved grandmother and their canine and human lovers sip their coffee restfully. They all decide that this was a most delicious afternoon, which must be soon repeated. 

In fact, before leaving for her mother's house, Little Red's womb gets twice more filled with the woodcutter's lusty seed, and one again with the wolf's thick white sperm, while her grandmother's womb is similarly abused. By this time the young girl's young cervix is used to taking either of her lovers' members deep inside her, and she eagerly accepts each explosion of potent sperm inside her young little womb where it belongs; while the grandmother encourages both of her lovers to plant as much of their potent seed, as far up in her grandchild's belly as they can.

As you can imagine, this leads to many more visits of the young girl with her grandmother, and almost always she is accompanied by a huge beast that most of the people living nearby think is a rather large dog. At the same time, the previously lonely woodcutter had found a way to make HIS afternoons in the forest seem much more enjoyable as well.

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Within a year, Little Red Riding-hood moves in with the woodcutter and his new bride, her grandmother; and they all live happily together, ever after. From that day on, neither the precocious young girl nor her equally horny grandmother is forced to go for more than a few hours without at least once being able to enjoy feeling either the lusty wolf, or the equally randy woodcutter pumping his thick white sperm into her welcoming womb. Such fun the young girl has, with her "pet" and new grandfather filling her belly with squirt after thick white squirt of their lusty seed, you can't imagine. This loving relationship continues for many years. Few people notice (it not being very heavily populated in that part of the forest) that the woman has many children in fewer years than most are capable of. However, a few DO notice that many of the couple's children are unusually hairy, unlike the woman's grandchild who now stays with them, along with her faithful "pet", an unusually large gray dog.

In fact, the children of the woodcutter and the large gray "dogs" the women kept, led in later years to stories of men and women who turned into wolves themselves, and the tragic end that came of that. But of course, that's a different story.



Little Red Riding Hood



Author's Note: This story involves MF, Non-HumanF sex and regular and anal sex and a double penetration. Enjoy!

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Little Red Riding Hood was called so because of her slight stature, rather than her youth. Although she'd always been known as "Little", as she grew older the nickname stuck because she was so petite and small... at the tender age of 18 she still had not pass 5'2" in height. However, her body was still well developed, and she had beautiful bouncing breasts (smallish but because she was so small they actually appeared rather large) and a firm heart-shaped ass.

Many denizens of the forest lusted after her sweet flesh, but none of them could figure out how to get to her... usually as she traveled to her grandmother's house, deep in the woods, she was accompanied by a young, but very strong, wood-cutter who saw her safely there.

It wasn't until the Big Bad Wolf entered the forest and saw her and her escort that anyone had ever come up with a plan to sate their lust for Red.

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The huge shaggy wolf grinned his wolfish smile, "So then we're agreed."

"Agreed..." said the young wood-cutter (who's name was actually Ronny). Ronny was feeling a bit hesitant, but being a healthy young man of 22, he himself had a lot of trouble controlling his own lustful feelings around Red... and as she got older she'd been dressing more and more sexily, apparently unaware of her effect on men.

Lately she'd gotten completely out of hand though, constantly flirting and pressing her young body against him until he was completely distracted, but the one time he'd tried to steal a kiss she'd slapped him across the face. Young as he was, Ronny didn't understand that Red really was interested, but also playing hard to get (not to mention being more than a little bit of a tease), and so he was willing to go along with the Wolf's plan. Especially when the Wolf made the first shot at Red's delicious ass part of the bargain.

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Ronny was excited the entire time he walked Red to her Grandmother's house... he and the Wolf had already been there earlier and had tied the old woman up in the guest room so that she wouldn't be able to get out. He'd been a little hesitant about leaving her with a Wolf, but the Big Bad Wolf assured him that he was much more interested in making Red his bitch than in harassing an old woman.

Although Red was more flirtatious than ever, flipping her cape at him, bending over the side of the road to pick flowers, Ronny was able to control himself. It did make him a little angry what a tease she was.

For her part, Red was becoming more and more outrageous mostly because Ronny wasn't giving her the kind of attention he usually did. Normally he hung on her every word and his breath caught in his throat when her breast brushed his arm... now he was practically ignoring her. A little miffed, the innocent but luscious vixen finally gave up and they just walked along the path.

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When Red and Ronny arrived at her Grandmother's cottage, Red dismissed him huffily and walked alone in the house. Grinning, Ronny waited outside... he figured he'd give the Big Bad Wolf some privacy and when he was done come running back in... make Red think he was rescuing her before he took his shot at her sweet little bum!

There were the sounds of a scuffle, and some shrieks, and Ronny got a little worried so he peeked in the window. Red was looking rather disheveled, on her back with her thighs spread and the Wolf's head between them, licking at her pretty pink pussy lips.

"Oh, oh, stop, oh don't stop... oh God.. just stop.... no please don't stop..." Red obviously couldn't make up her mind what she wanted. Ronny's dick swelled and he put his hand on his crotch to rub the insistent member.

"You want it," the Wolf growled as he licked her splayed pussy, "Tell me you want it!"

"Nooooo..." moaned Red, although she obviously did want it. One of her hands was on the Wolf's head, fingers entwined in his fur, while the other had undone her blouse and was pinching her hard nipples.

Immediately the Wolf stopped licking, "Tell me you want it or you won't cum."

"Oh god..." moaned Red, obviously very conflicted, "Ok, ok I want it! I want it!"

"Get on all fours," the Wolf ordered. Immediately the petite girl scrambled to all fours, and then started moaning again as the Wolf started licking her pussy. She lowered her upper body onto her elbows so that she could still pinch her nipples as her ass waved in the air. The young wood-cutter stared through the window, rubbing his dick harder as he watched the ass promised to him sway back and forth.

Then the Wolf stopped licking her again and Red moaned disappointment, until he began to climb on top of her, obviously ready to mount.

"Tell me you want it," he said again.

"I want it," cried Red, and then she whispered, "I think I want it..."

But it was too late and the Wolf's long pink cock was plunging into her tight hole... she moaned and writhed. Watching, Ronny realized that she obviously wasn't a virgin, at least in her pussy. She was enjoying the Wolf's fucking far too much to be a virgin.

Hunched and humping, the Wolf ravaged her young pussy, his long tongue licking her back as he growled. Beneath him, Red pushed back against his thrusts, her young face showing more and more excitement as the hard fucking pushed her towards orgasm. Her nipples were raw and red looking from all the pinching she was doing to them, and she began biting her lower lip as the pleasure mounted.

Ronny realized that it was soon going to be time for him to burst in through the door. Reluctantly he stopped rubbing his penis and picked up the axe, although he continued watching through the window.

The Wolf howled and slammed his dick almost fully into Red... almost because he was careful to keep his knot outside her tender pussy. If he connected himself to her then his plan with the Wood-cutter would never work out! Red screamed her ecstacy as warm cum gushed into her pussy, she convulsed around the spewing cock, her entire body flushed with orgasm.

Then, suddenly, Ronny came bursting in the door.

Howling in mock-fear, the Wolf pulled himself from Red and he and Ronny circled each other until they had switched positions. Then, the Wolf winked at Ronny and ran out the door.

"Are you ok?" cried Ronny, dropping his axe and gathering the petite vixen in his arms, "I heard screams!"

Humiliated that she'd just had sex with the Big Bad Wolf, not to mention begged for it and enjoyed it, Red pushed a few fake tears into her big eyes, "Yes... it was awful! Thank you so much for saving me... how can I ever repay you."

Looking down at the beautiful girl's naked body, Ronny said, "Well I can think of one way."

Red's eyes widened... but at the same time, well she'd just had sex with the Wolf... and she did have a thing for Ronny anyway. Besides, she was still feeling horny... her orgasm had been interrupted a bit by Ronny's arrival.

"Well, ok," she said. Red started to lie back, but Ronny's hands shifted her so that she was in the same position that she had been when the Wolf had fucked her. Although somewhat surprised, Red didn't mind, she knew she'd get off either way.

But Ronny just took one brief plunge into her pink and eager pussy, then he pulled out and began pressing against her tight asshole.

"What are you doing?!" Red shrieked, trying to pull away, but Ronny's strong wood-cutter arms held her firmly in place.

"The Wolf has already been there," he said as her virgin ass engulfed the head of his dick... the tightest hole he'd ever been in, "I want something different."

Red moaned as his dick invaded her innermost being... it hurt but felt good too. Inch by inch his dick stretched her anus open, pressing deeper and deeper into her tightness. 

"It hurts," she gasped, "It hurts but it feels so good too..."

Ronny groaned as he bottomed out, his groin pressed against her creamy ass cheeks. Reaching around to grab a hold on her pert breasts, he began abusing her nipples as much as she had herself. Then he began to drag his dick slowly out of her tight ass while it rippled around him in reaction, and then thrust roughly back in.

Shuddering and moaning, Red submitted to his ass-fucking. Her orgasm still wasn't far off and it didn't hurt nearly as much as she always thought it would... in fact, it was erotically pleasant to feel something sliding in and out of her dirty hole. Ronny's balls slapped against her splayed pussy as he began to pick up the pace, pillaging her tight ass harder and harder.

With every thrust, her insides convulsed around him and her ass wiggled... Ronny squeezed her breasts tightly and twisted her nipples as he sodomized the sweet vixen. Harder and harder he pumped between her sweet cheeks, getting more and more into fucking her hard.

"Take it bitch," He grunted, "You fucking tease, I'm fucking your ass now..."

"Oh god yes," Red moaned, "I'm sorry I teased you, fuck my ass, fuck it hard!"

She shrieked as he released one of her breasts and began to spank her hard, fucking her all the while. 

"OH GOD!" she screamed as she began to cum, her ass tightening down unbearably on his cock. Ronny managed one last thrust, feeling like the skin on his dick might be rubbed off if he continued moving inside that squeezing ring of flesh... and as her ass rippled around him while she writhed beneath him, he started filling up her back door with jizz.

When they had composed themselves, Ronny led her outside to the nearby stream where they both washed off... by the time they climbed out of the water and onto the banks, Ronny was hard again from touching her sexy little body. Laying on the ground, he pulled Red on top of him, making her straddle his body as she began to sink down onto his cock.

"Ooooo..." she moaned. The cold water had caused her pussy to tighten up again, and Ronny felt very big and long pushing up between her thighs. Slowly she worked her body down onto him, until she was grinding herself against his groin, her swollen clit rubbing against his body.

Reaching up, Ronny played with her tits, pinching her nipples and moving them up and down as she bounced on top of him happily.

"Oh, I don't know why we didn't do this before..." Red sighed, wriggling happily on his cock.

"Me either," smiled Ronny. Then out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of grey, the grey fur of the Big Bad Wolf.

Reaching up, Ronny pulled Red down for a kiss. Their tongues met as the Wolf approached behind them, his cock already hard and ready for a good fuck. Red's eyes opened as she felt the furry beast climbing up behind her, but Ronny's hand held her neck firmly and kept her bent over even after she'd broken off the kiss.

"OOOOOO GOOOOOOD!!!!" Red cried out as the Big Bad Wolf's cock began to probe her asshole, "OH DON'T PLEASE! IT'LL NEVER FIT!"

But she was proven wrong as the Wolf rocked back and forth, working more and more of its cock into her tight ass alongside the wood-cutter's dick in her pussy. Red shuddered and writhed between them, unable to resist while they completely stuffed her with cock. Then, once the Wolf was fully inside her ass, the two men began to rock back and forth and Red thought that she might die with the pleasure of it.

"Oh yes," she moaned, moving between them, "Oh yes... Oh god I didn't know it could be this good!"

Her tender body trapped between their thrusting cocks, Red felt herself firing up from the inside, like a firework with the fuse slowly burning. 

Writhing between them in ecstacy, the fuse reached the end of its line and Red screamed her passion to the woods. Ronny and the Wolf fucked her harder and harder, and then suddenly she screamed again as the Wolf's knot shoved into her ass, stretching her almost unbearably in her state of aroused passion. Ronny felt it too, as her pussy tightened around him even more, and the Wolf and Ronny both began to orgasm, their cum gushing into her as her holes spasmed around their cocks.

But once it was over, the Wolf was still connected to Red's ass, and she moaned, completely collapsed on Ronny's chest but with her holes still filled. To be sure, Ronny's cock was shrinking, but he was still inside her.

They lay there like that, all of them just waiting for the Wolf's knot to shrink enough that he could pull it out... but while they were waiting, Red began to feel Ronny's cock slowly swelling inside her again. But that's what happens when a beautiful young woman is lying naked on top of a vigorous young man.

And by the time the Wolf's knot had shrunk to a decent size, Ronny was beginning to thrust back and forth into Red's, now, well-used pussy. Which of course made the Wolf's dick swell again...

Red moaned as her own passions were stirred by their slow moving cocks... it was going to be a long afternoon for the little vixen.

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It wasn't until much later that evening that Red was able to stumble back to her Grandmother's and let the old lady out of the guest room. Fortunately Gran was a hardy old soul and other than being a bit thirsty and hungry she was completely fine. 

Red on the other hand was walking rather funny... 

However, every time she went to Gran's she started out a couple hours earlier than she had before, and she was always accompanied by the Wood-cutter Ronny and his pal the Big Bad Wolf. 



Little Red Riding hood



I met Conrad in a pub around the corner from work in the city. We exchanged a few glances and smiles then just hit it off. We never planed to meet but he was always there when I popped in for a drink with the lads after work. He was an artist. I got to meet his friends and it wasn't long before he had my number and invited me to one of his art exhibitions. I was somewhat in awe. I admired his work, his style, his lifestyle and his friends. I hadn't a gay bone in my body but there was something about this guy I found suave. If I was a girl, I mused, Conrad is the type of guy I'd date. We became good mates and spent some considerable time together. Yet I didn't really know him. I didn't know his background, his family or anything about his life before moving to London. I had no idea of his sexual orientation or what a wicked guy he really was and therefore wasn't at all afraid of him.

The company in which I worked wasn't holding a Christmas party this year due to poor trading performance. I was therefore insanely jealous of all the Christmas activity being planned. 

'I wonder if you would do me the honour of coming to my Christmas bash.' Conrad asked. 

'I'd love to!' I gush.

Predictably Conrad proposed something a little unusual. A themed fancy dress, held at his favourite club. The theme, fairy-tale characters causes a stir amongst his friends. They all immediately discussed who they were going as. Hansel and Gretel, A match seller, Rapunzel, Thumbelina, a frog.

I unlike the others had no idea what to go as. The excitement shattered when Conrad announced there was to be no duplicates. He didn't want fifty gingerbread men or fifty witches so he devised a plan to ensure he got his way. His close friend and very attractive pa, Kate typed up every fairy-tale character she knew and printed them on tiny strips of coloured paper. Blue for boys and pink for girls. Folded she placed them in two hats. We then all draw a character and to retain some surprise were not to tell anyone who we picked. Kate gleefully handed me a tiny folded piece of blue paper.

'I have no idea, what this is,' she says.

'Who are you?' I ask forgetting the Conrad party rule.

'Can't say,' she said with a smile as I opened my slip of paper with trepidation.

There neatly typed in black and white

Were the words "Little Red Riding Hood?"

I groan noisily thinking there must be a mistake.

Kate laughed. 'I don't think anyone is happy with their choice but you never are, are you?'

I agree but begin to regret accepting the party invite. The thought of wearing a skirt and showing my legs didn't appeal. I contemplate an excuse but Kate seems to read my mind. 'Conrad's absolutely delighted that you're coming,' she chimes. 'Look, if you have any difficulty in getting a costume I recommend this company.' She scribbled the web address of a fancy-dress store on the back of my hand. 

I delay making a costume decision in the vain hope that Conrad may change his mind and hold a conventional party - no such luck. 

With no alternative and little time I visited the site that Kate suggested. Sure enough they had a 'Little Miss Riding Hood' costume. It was obviously designed for a young sexy girl with a short dainty dress and a bright red hooded cloak. The attention to detail was incredible as I was able to order a long curly blonde wig, tights and a wicker basket for added authenticity.

It was as simple as buying my groceries on-line and without any of the expected embarrassment. A few days later the large box turned up at my flat. I thought it wise to have a dress rehearsal in case it didn't fit or they had sent the wrong one.

Everything looked perfect and to my surprise they had supplied even more than ordered. My box contained the dress and the fabled little riding hood of red velvet but also make-up, shoes, wig matching red silk panties and a bra with matching stockings and suspenders.

It probably wasn't necessary to wear everything but now that I had made the decision to go I was determined to look the part and impress Conrad. I made up my mind that if I looked really ridiculous I wouldn't go.

I drew my curtains and laid everything carefully on my bed. While I gazed down at all the feminine things I took the monumental decision to really go for it. The picture on the box showed a pretty young girl with soft skin, dramatic make-up with ruby red kiss-me lips. Her pert boobs positively overflowed from her costume and she held a pose that looked more prostitute than innocent young girl. That day something strange happened. Conrad and his themed party had awoken a passion deep within me that was as scary as the suave wolf also in the picture. Staring at the colour images I felt myself absorbed into the print as if looking at myself. I wanted to be her, to dress like her, to kiss like her, to fuck like her. Becoming increasingly aroused I took a hot bath and shaved myself all over. An hour later I step back into the bedroom with skin as soft and smooth and a cock like iron.

I felt an attraction to the dress so strong I don't think I could have refused to wear it even if i wanted too. My heart racing and hands trembling I slipped the padded bra on first, clipping it round my tummy, twisting it around my torso and slipping my hands through the shoulder straps. I performed the operation as if I'd done it many times before. It fitted. This is child's play I mused. Next, I stepped into the short red satin dress with its white built in Basque and sumptuous red bows. When I drew the whisper light fabric up my legs my cock began to quiver. I tried to ignore its throb but I couldn't hide how turned on I had become. Again it fitted. I wrapped the black corset round my waist and pulled in the red laces. It wasn't easy but I held my breath and pulled some more, transforming my waist into a classic hourglass. With sparkling eyes I glanced down at my womanly shape having never appreciated my narrow waist and long legs before. I tied the frilly apron round my waist and draped the short hooded cape over my shoulders and fastened it round the neck. 

I felt like a princess but didn't want to peek at my reflection until I was done. So with no further-ado I sat on the bed and leg by leg rolled the white sheer stockings up my legs. The moment freshly shaved soft skin touched Lycra I melt like butter left in the sun. My heart began to pound and my cock throb and swell as if on Viagra. I could hardly contain myself as I hold my skirt aloft and wrapped the suspender belt round my waist and clipped the straps onto my stockings. The soft tug of the dainty ribbon caused my cock to dribble and I dropped too my knees and grasped it hungrily. Like many, I regularly toss myself off during the sparse girlfriend moments such as these but this time it was different. It was different for two reasons; one I just had to wrap my hot fingers round my tool and I began to prematurely eject all over the carpet. And furthermore as I did so I filled my head with a series of incredible visions. Not bare naked ladies from some soft porn magazine as per normal but of a man with a huge cock making love to a beautiful women in a striking red dress with a hooded red velvet cloak and quite clearly that girl was me. Rather than be repulsed I loved the dream and the visions stayed with me as I pumped myself dry imagining coming with a thick cock inside me. 

Mildly mystified I cleaned myself up expecting to be off put by my reaction but instead I wanted more. Keen to improve my transformation I stepped into the net petticoat and drew it up my legs the stiff netting tickling my smooth legs as I positioned it carefully under my filmy skirt. It cast a magical effect upon me and caused my skirt to stick horizontally outward magnifying my hourglass figure. Amazed I shook my hips and watched the whole dress shimmy and sparkle in the light. I stepped into the super-sexy patent misty-red Mary Jane shoes, with pointy toes and adjustable straps. They too were a perfect fit and I struggle to balance forgetting I wasn't wearing any underwear. I giggle foolishly and pick the skimpy panties off my bed. I pause before stepping into them. Was I going too far? Did Conrad or Katie really expect this - Whatever - I didn't care. My outfit suited me so well I decided not to wear anything else. Everyone will know who I am I thought they will all call me 'Little Red Riding Hood.'

Then it happens for the second time. The soft silky caress of the panties are just too much and I ejaculate yet again but this time I soil my new fresh panties. I moan and squirm as my excitement soaks into the satin and lace. But unlike before as the damage is done I don't bother to clean myself up but drop the stunning wig over my head. It's heavy but the beautiful shoulder length curls with red ribbons and tiny pigtails frame my face like a picture. Immediately as the soft curls soften and transform my face I feel like sexy vamp, Marilyn Monroe not coy Miss Red Riding Hood. 

You real girls know why but trussed up in my tiny dress, bra and panties with sexy stockings and my 'fuck-me' high heels I was compelled to dance so I did. I grabbed my ipod and pranced about the room dancing the best I could. As I spiralled across the room, my heels clicking on the wooden floor I danced like I'd never danced Before. It was then I first caught a glimpse of my reflection in my mirror. I was truly beautiful. I had to stop and stare to fully take in my transformation. I was beautiful. This was a classy outfit guaranteed to provide some festive frolics. I just couldn't take my eyes off myself as I practice routines as if a support dancer for the Spice Girls comeback tour. As I spin blissfully around the room I notice that the slightest movement sent my dress swaying skywards and saw for the first time why they supply matching red panties. I laugh aloud flicking my hips to best effect and conclude if really a girl I would be a dirty tart happy to flaunt my assets and drop my knickers to any big cocked man. In a kinky world of my own I must have shimmied for a good twenty minutes before I collapsed on the sofa exhausted. But still I maintained my decency and crossed my legs careful not to show any more panties despite my sluttish intentions.

All the excitement had taken its toll. I was tired and I soon feel asleep in my sexy Little Red Riding Hood outfit. That night, while slumbering, I had an amazing dream. I was born a glamourous girl and lived and worked in the most sumptuous dresses and sexy lingerie. I was a popular girl preferring to lie on my back or perch on my knees. I was a guys dream. I loved having my cute breasts caressed and sucked, my nipples played with and my skin stroked. I gave the best head ever. My bright red rosebud lips framed a hot sexy mouth and my tongue knew how to wash slavishly the dirtiest of cocks. I loved sex anywhere, anyhow I tried anything out. 

I woke at eight o'clock not by my bedside alarm, but by the early morning traffic roaring past my lounge window. I jump up startled somehow knowing I was late. I stumble ungainly in my sexy high heels, almost laddering a precious stocking. I must have looked a picture. I would have laughed but late for work I was in a mad panic. I tore off my costume and hurriedly dressed grateful for not wearing make-up. I then did a daring thing. I couldn't part with all my feminine attire so I left my dirty panties on under my trousers. I had to wash them anyway but their constant silken caress on my crutch was a naughty reminder of my sexy outfit that waited for me at home.

That day I worked in a dream. The silk panties sending sparks of joy through me with every slight movement. I worked while walking as if on air. My outfit had ignited a strange desire in me that I wanted to explore. Every girl I met, I eyed differently. I studied what they had on and wondered what it was like to wear and then I wondered what panties they wore and how their boyfriends tore them off and fucked them. More alarmingly I imagined I was a girl and wanted to be fucked.



On the day of the party I asked the local beauty saloon if they could help. They booked me an appointment and at the end of the day I found myself telling a gorgeous tall blonde in a fresh white coat all about Conrad's strange themed fancy-dress party. I explained that I was to be Little Red Riding Hood and after a brief snigger I was stripped, waxed and moisturised. She plucked my eyebrows, stuck painted false nails on my fingers, waxed my legs and chest, trimmed my pupes (yes I know!) and made up my face into a radiant girl with the artful use of make-up.

An hour later I skipped back to my flat with a tiny bag of make-up and a pink lipsticked smile so wide you'd think my face would split. The other passengers on the bus gave me odd glances but I didn't care as tonight I was going to be a pretty girl and nobody was going to spoil it for me.

With only a few hours to spare I went straight home and excitedly slipped back into my dress and cloak careful not to smudge my new make-up. 

At last I was ready. My heart pound like a bass drum and my manicured hands shook nervously as if going on a first date. My cock starts to swell and I was in danger of showing too much. So like the other night I let my panties fall crumbled to my ankles and sat on the edge of the sofa. I gazed dreamily at my cute reflection, my cock only just firm. I couldn't take any chances. Having wanked every day since becoming Little Red Riding Hood, sometimes morn, noon and night I felt sore as I gently pulled myself off careful not to mark my pretty new clothes.

It didn't take long and drained of masculine love juice I felt ready. 

Just before I left and knowing Conrad's eye for detail I put a piece of cherry cake and a bottle of wine in my wicker basket for my sick grandmother just to adhere to the fairy-tale.

The party was in North London a short tube journey and a ten minute walk from my flat. I could have caught a cab but my make-up stopped traffic and my long slender legs turned heads. It wasn't everyday I dressed as a girl, looked this good and felt so confident. Proud of my transformation I wanted everyone to see. Besides it wasn't so hard, being so close too Christmas the streets were full of party revellers, many of whom were in fancy-dress too or with flashing Santa hats so I skipped merrily down the road almost unnoticed.

The party was heaving when I arrived and just as Kate had planned the floor was completely full of different fairy-tale characters. I felt nervous as i stepped inside. The walls where adorned with holly, ivy and tinsel, the ceiling was covered with Christmas decorations. There was a fuchsia shimmer curtain behind the decks, and a huge rotating / flashing disco ball just above the DJ. I could just make out a large Christmas tree far away on a stage covered in coloured bulbuls. Podium girls dressed as Miss Santa in tantalising short red dresses, black fishnets and fur topped black boots entertained the crowd. 

'And you my gorgeous must be Little Red Ridding Hood?'

I puckered my lips and fluttered my long eyelids and showed the burly doorman my ticket as I swaggered cautiously inside. Immediately I saw a witch, a mermaid, a frog, a prince and even a princess. They were all bopping away in an array of Christmas headgear shouting along to the music. No question - I was in the right place. In a weird way, I felt as if the characters were real, living people. it was as if, for this night, the fairy-tale characters had come magically to life. Like me they too had become who they dressed as. 

Some handsome guy wearing a woodcutters outfit carrying a plastic axe immediately approached and bought me a cocktail. A little spark of excitement shot through me. I thanked him for the drink as he chatted me up with a few cheesey lines. I giggled girlishly and tossed my hair flirtatiously. I mumble something about the night and he hung on my every word. Flattered? Yes, available? No. I wanted to play the field but it was a promising start. And why wasn't I looking at the beautiful women? The place had plenty of them. I just wasn't interested. Dressed as I was they where competition not prospects.

The electro music was loud and funky, the lights dim and everyone was either drinking or dancing passionately. Everyone looked half pissed, many where drenched in sweat and there was much canoodling and naked flesh. The atmosphere was electric. I just couldn't resist swaying to the music as I hung round the edge of the club admiring the good looking crowd. I look for Conrad or any of his friends but I soon found myself joining in with the strangers, swinging my hips like a true club dancer, prancing round my wicker basket and tossing my hair sexily just like the other night. at home I was a bitch on heat and I danced for sex my mind awash with the thought of cock. Until a few minutes ago, I'd been tempted to bolt from the club. but now, amazingly enough, my nervousness had gone.

I felt hot but the cool air-conditioned air wafting up my light skirts kept my cock neatly tucked away as I danced - but unlike the other night today I had an audience, a hundred pairs of eyes scanned me like a Xerox. Despite the competition of dazzling princesses and dramatic queens I was attracting loads of looks and received countless compliments. I became so immersed in my character I completely forgot who I really was and why shouldn't i? I looked incredible and felt the night was mine.Girls admired my dress and shoes whilst boys thought I moved with rhythm and my body was hot, blissfully unaware of my true identity. Did I tell them? Shit no. I revelled in the limelight, lapping up the compliments like a thirsty hound. If they wanted to get inside my knickers I wasn't going to stop them. It's not everyday a lion pinches your bottom, a frog catches a grope or Thumbalina flashes a seductive wink and holds hands to dance with pure sexual energy. We attract an eager crowd as Thumbalina and we dance, wrapping our limbs together and swinging our hips to the beat. Soon Conrad's attention is drawn to the commotion. 

He's dressed as the big bad wolf in an incredible hairy wolfs costume with large paws, long swishy tail and snarling fang mask.

'You look amazing,' he gushes in a big voice as I spin before him my hands high in the air, shaking my big boobs.

'You too,' I say admiring his ears and muzzle.

'Yeah cool isn't? I used to be a wolf but I'm all right now...howl.'

We both laugh and he gives me an affectionate hug.

'What have you got in your basket?' he asks

'Cake and wine,' I say pleased that he had asked and hoped he too was impressed with my attention to detail.

'Yesterday was baking-day - its for my poor sick grandmother to have something good, to make her stronger.' I add remembering the tale.

He beams obviously impressed.

'Have you seen her tonight?'

'Who?' I shout struggling to make myself heard over the music.

'Your Grandmother,' he grins.

'No' I reply, 'not yet, I've not been here long.'

Conrad laughs. 'She is here somewhere. It's Kate don't you know.'

I look confused.

'Yes, our Kate's dressed as your sweet old Grandmother and looks incredible as you'd expect. By some quirky fate you, Kate and I are all from the same fairy-tale.' Again he grins and for added wolf realism he paws the air and bares his sharp fangs. 'You need to find her to give her your cake and wine...' he pauses as if waiting for me to catch up. 'To make her feel better.' 

I smirk.

'Isn't that how the story goes? 

I hadn't forgotten. 

'Where do you think your grandmother is, little Red Riding Hood? He asked looking through the throbbing crowd.

I wasn't sure. 'Somewhere on the dance floor I guess,' I say really getting into my role. 'Centre of attention I bet, near the Christmas tree.' 




Little Red Riding hood



Conrad laughed and cocked his hairy head to one side so a rubber tongue rolled out of his ferocious mouth. 'She looks fabulous but you my dear are a tender young thing and look much sexier. Good enough to eat.' He laughs and muzzles me with his huge hairy jaw the rubbery teeth brushing my cheek gently.

I shiver and wonder if he fancies me as if a girl.

We walk around the club side by side. I want to cling to him and hang off his arm but think better of it.

'See, Little Red Riding hood, see how pretty everyone is,' he said pointing to his friends. 'Why don't you look around? You seem a bit uptight, you need to relax, get to know them, and hear how sweetly the DJ is spinning. You look stunning, really gorgeous yet I think you're a bit confused. You can't decide who you are. You need to find yourself. Look everyone else here on the dance floor is totally happy with who they are.' He points to the DJ flipping the tunes and the clubs dancers gyrating on the podiums and the crowd dancing into a frenzy.

I raise my arched eyebrows. What did he mean? Was it obvious? I did feel odd. Everyone was having such fun, no one had any inhibitions. 

'Why don't you mingle some more on your way to find your Grandmother? The night is young you have plenty of time. If you struggle I can help you unwind.' He winked and rubbed my rump with his hairy paw. But I was still confused. It was open to interpretation. Was he offering me some narcotic stimulant or coming on to me? I hoped that later but I wasn't going to jeopardise our friendship by doing something stupid.

I tossed my hair aside so it glimmered in the flashing lights and touched his arm tenderly but wasn't sure he felt it through his costume.

'Go girl,' he shouts, 'go mingle.'

I nod and half dance half skip into the crowd determined to make some new friends. And like the fairy-tale whenever I met someone, I saw someone else more interesting still deeper and danced up to them and so got deeper and deeper into the club. Soon I was hopelessly lost.

Meanwhile unbeknown to me, Conrad bound straight to the bar to find Kate.

He quickly found her in the distinctive flannelette night-dress talking to a tin soldier. Pushing the soldier aside he gave her a squeeze but under his mask and in the gloom Kate had no idea who the wolf was

'Who's that?' she asked.

'Little Red Riding Hood,' replied Conrad. 'I bring you gifts to make you happy.'

Katie grinned enthusiastically desperately in need of a fix. 'Shouldn't you be wearing my night-dress?' she asked.

The wolf laughed. 'Give me chance girl. Come upstairs to the office Grandmother dear we don't want everyone to want some.'

Kate eagerly followed Conrad to the office and as the door creaked shut he sprang on her like a ...wolf, pushing her onto the desk tearing at her night-dress to reveal what she wore underneath. 

'I'm a naughty Grandmother,' Kate cried as he whisks her night-dress off to reveal just the skimpiest panties he had ever seen. Shaking dramatically he grins and nods, his huge wolf ears flapping like sails in the wind as he pulls them down her trembling legs.

She playfully screams with delight as Conrad ran his paws all over her like a crazed animal.

Then with one swift movement he effortlessly lifted her on to the desk. She sat perched on the edge, the cold wooden top chilling her tender bottom as his hands caressed her womanly hips. He playfully muzzled her neck. 

'You look amazing,' she purred, 'but I need a fix.'

'Later,' he growled. 'You have to pay the delivery man first.'

She grinned. She new the routine and slid her hand between his legs and felt amongst his furry costume. She easily found his hot pulsating cock, hard and proud through the masses of tangled wolf hair. 'Oh my! You are an excited wolf,' she gasps her own pleasure building.

Moments later, his cock out, she admired it in all its magnificence. She had seen it many times before having grown used to paying for her fix this way yet its sheer size never failed to impress her. Trembling she bent at the waist for a closer look. As always it stood proudly erect, its circumcised head purple and menacing. Kate pressed her mouth against the long shaft and began to lick slowly up and down. The wolf howled as if a full moon causing Kate's pussy to soak. Holding him with one hand she took him deeply into her mouth and dropped the other hand between her own legs. She found her own excitement and rubbed furiously. Automatically her legs parted wide, like castle gates, displaying her beautiful amber bush. The wolf waggled his tongue and edged forward slipping between her legs his cock sliding against her wet pink pussy lips. Kate immediately thrust against him and his cock slid deeply into her. Kate shrieked as she felt his great size open her up. She smiled and lent back, her curly hair falling behind her as she supported herself on her hands. She flicked the contents of the desk onto the floor. The wolf quickly found his pace and thrust again, slowly at first, building rhythm until they where both rocking back and forth. It wasn't long before Kate moaned as she felt him stiffen and a surge of passion build deep within his balls. He straightened to attention and thrust his hips forward, his paws on her tender thighs. He burst free erupting in her hot pussy. Kate simultaneously came herself and shrieked loudly as he shot yet another massive load into her. Kate wrapped her long legs round him feeling his large hairy tail, gripping him tightly until he had pumped out the last drop of his cum.

He smiled. She was his best customer.

Twenty minutes later she lay exhausted on the floor, naked and half stoned with ecstasy. 

The wolfs appetite wet, a crazy power within him, he wanted more. Silently he put on her night-dress and cap over his own wolfs costume and went back onto the dance floor a huge grin on his face.

Meanwhile I was having a great time if not unnerving. These guys knew how to party. I felt out of my depth. I'd been bought drinks all night by amorous admirers. I even had to fight a few off from becoming too friendly but as far as I was concerned I was Conrad's for the taking. Yet I was losing self control. I didn't notice it at first but despite being careful with my drinks I began to feel rather light-headed and dressed in my revealing costume, very vulnerable. I wasn't alone for long.

I smiled as my Grandmother found me. She rubbed up alongside me and I immediately recognised her stripy night-dress. She handed me a long tall drink with a weird bitter taste. 

'Enjoy,' she said softening her horse voice. I took a huge gulp of my drink. It was incredibly dark and her cap was pulled over her face and already my vision blurred as if stoned.

'Hello,' I shout slurring my words but she didn't reply just danced feverishly, darting in and out of the crowds as if trying to hide. She moved very strangely and seemed taller than I remembered. After a few minutes I came over faint and was relived when she beckoned me to the bar and it was only as she led me not to the bar but to the office did I see through the gloom. It wasn't Kate but Conrad but by now he was pushing me through the door marked 'private, staff only' and ushered me up the narrow steps as I swung my wicker basket girlishly. 

Mystified as to where he was taking me I stepped cautiously up the stairs aware of the cheap thrill I gave him as I flashed my red panty covered rump.

'Nice,' he cries then omits a low wolf whistle and I felt a sharp bee like sting as he smacked me on the buttocks. I giggle like a teenager and wiggled my bottom playfully and in return he pushed me up the remaining few up steps.

On the landing he opened the office door in front of me and pushed me inside. The light was on and for the first time we could both see our costumes in all their glorious detail. He was quite menacing as the wolf.

'Oh Grandmother,' I said, 'what big ears you have!' revelling in the role play, oblivious of any impending danger.

'All the better to hear you with, my child, was the reply.

I laughed. 'Grandmother what big eyes you have!' I said.

'All the better to see you with, my dear.'

'But, Grandmother, what large hands you have!'

'All the better to hug you with.' He chuckles and as he laughs he holds me by my narrow waist and draws me to him. 'And I bet you've never seen one this size before?'

I giggle as he releases me from his grip and fumbles with his groin. I hear the tear of Velcro then stare in amazement as he pulls out the biggest cock I've ever seen.

'Oh! But grandmother, what a huge big cock you have!'

He grins. 'All the better to fuck you with!' he cries excitedly spinning me round, my back facing him.

I'm shocked but incredibly excited and with an animal like bound he pushes me over the desk. I scream with trepidation as bent over I thrust my peachy bum at him. He smacks me hard and I feel a hairy paw slide up the inside of my legs prising them apart like a scuba diver seeking an oysters pearl. I scream again as he finds my stocking tops and playfully rubs the lace and flicks the suspenders like a guitar string. He impatiently flips my light skirt over my back like the boot of a car and rubs his large synthetic black nose over my bum. I hear him sniff noisily and shuffle push backwards. The wolf bares his fangs and gasp as I feel him tear my panties down my legs with his terrifying teeth. The skimpy material offers little resistance and is easily torn downwards. I feel his hot breath on my smooth skin soon followed by his drooling rubbery tongue. I lay expectantly on the table in front of me as I hear him drag forwards and the long hair on his body tickles my legs. I reach behind and carefully prise my peachy cheeks apart to show him my inner entrance. I'm waiting expectantly when I smell it before I see it - a leather like collar slip over my head. I struggle to see a trouser belt drop over my eyes and nestle round my neck. 'What.' I cry as he pulls the belt strap so that it slides like a noose in the buckle and tightens round my neck. The leather squeaks and bites into my flesh. I try to scream as my head is pulled back roughly. My eyes swell as if about to pop from my skull and then I see her, Kate, totally stoned crouched on the floor watching me choke. Unconcerned her eyes are glazed and her pupils wide, the nipples on her breasts erect. I gasp for air as I feel the tip of his cock tentatively poke my cheeks. He pulls on the belt and I gasp lifting my face off the desk and grip the edge with both hands. I choke for breath as if in a smoke filled room - my life flashes before me, the veins on my temple swell. He presses forward relentlessly and I feel the lubrication as he works his cock between my trembling cheeks. I gasp as again he tightens his grip on the leather belt like Santa on the reins of his sleigh. I buck and he seizes the moment and slides into me.  This isn't how I imagined I'd lose my virginity as he takes me by force, thrusting down into me spreading my arse cheeks like jam. I feel my tight muscle surrender to his consistent pressure and open invitingly. He pulls on the lead yet again and I feel the room spin as if about to black out. He's deep inside me now and I inadvertently clench my buttocks squeezing him hard. He howls dramatically for the second time that night and for a brief moment I feel as if ravaged by a wild beast. 

Slowly at first he slides deep within me then as I feel his hair bristle my arse cheeks and my own soft skin flatten as he presses me against the table before he pulls away. Back and forth he pumps repeating the process seemingly tightening his grip on the belt. I want to scream but incapable of even a squeak my once tight arse muscle relaxes and allows his meaty invader freedom of passage as he rams me with his thick rod until my eyes water and still he doesn't relinquish the grip round my neck. I then feel his free furry paw work its way to my groin. He grabs my limp and sore cock massaging it between his fingers. I'm flaccid and don't show any excitement but remain limp and feminine. As he fingers me gently I feel myself dampen with pre-cum and as I do his own cock stiffens even more. He howls again and jerks the belt bringing my head back further like some circus contortionist. I try to scream but unable to utter a sound I instead feel the surge of Conrad's excitement storm from his heavy balls down the long shaft of his cock and into the waiting lips of my arse. Like a dam opening a sluice gate he pours into me with incredible force. I feel myself fill up with his excitement as my tank is quickly full.

After he had deposited his seed deep inside of me he dropped the belt. Free I gulp down lung-full of lung-full of fresh air and went to move aside. Quick as lightening he blocked my path gagging me with Kate's discarded panties. Without uttering a word he then tied my hands and feet with her stockings and pushed me to the floor alongside Kate. I tasted her bitterness and now unable to utter a word. I was in a state of shock. I felt woozy as if someone had clobbered me over the head with a large mallet.

Exhausted and inebriated Conrad flopped on a chair to rest, his large wolfs head on the desk, his long tale between his legs, his muscular arms beside him. Within minutes he was snoring loudly.

The woodcutter passing the door heard the snoring and inquisitively looked in. He dropped his plastic axe with surprise. We must have been a sight for sore eyes. Their was Grandmother and Red Riding Hood trussed up like chickens with a ferocious wolf fast asleep in a chair.

He laughed. 'I wondered where you had gone darling.' He said gazing at me on the floor seemingly unconcerned about our state. 'I see Conrad's been up to his old tricks again. Won't you girls ever learn?

'Help me,' I mumble pathetically, my mouth full with Kate's panties. I show him my bound hands.

He looks closer, his eyes drawing up my silky legs. My beautiful panties still round my ankles, He stops at my stocking tops and manages a half-hearted smirk. I try to shake my skirt down but its too late. I gulp. He sees my tiny cock under my underskirts and laughs. I hung my head but instead of leaving me to fend for myself he kindly comes to my aid. He removes Kate's panties from my mouth, unties my hands and feet leaving Kate sound asleep.

'You OK?' the woodcutter says.

'No, I'm terrified.' I sniff fighting back a tear. 'Conrad's been horrid and I want to go home.'

'Come then,' he said wrapping his warm coat around me. 'Drink your wine and have your cake and I shall take you home.'

I struggle to pull up my panties and straighten my stockings.

'You should know better,' he said. 'You of all people. Miss Riding Hood should never talk to strangers, wander around alone dressed like that and accept invites with strangers. Hasn't your mother taught you anything?' 

I look at my shoes with a smile appreciating his concern and the link to the fairy-tale.

'Conrad's a great guy', he says giving him a cautionary glance, 'but he can be a little extreme I suggest you leave now before he wakes up. Let me help you.'

My new muscular friend is terribly sweet and as promised escorts me on the tube and walks me to my door. I'm not sure what he thought of me at first. He never mentioned my dress, my cock or what Conrad had done. He obviously now knew I was a guy. He had seem my flaccid cock peeking unceremoniously out of my dishevelled skirt and yet he talked to me kindly as if a girl. He even held my hand reassuringly when some drunken lads raced by like a herd of elephants. Once outside my flat he took my wicker basket from me and held my waist and kissed me on the lips. Tenderly at first but when I didn't complain he kissed me again but this time more passionately. His lips where hard and I tasted my lipstick as I stuck my tongue inside his mouth. He was hot and I felt him press his hard body close to mine. We kissed like this for a few minutes oblivious to the other passers by. Eventually he pulled away flushed with excitement. 

'How about coffee?' he asked. 'At least let me taste your wine and cake since Grandmother didn't want it.'

I grin stupidly. What was I thinking? But it was late and cold this kind man was my saviour and I owed him a favour what's the harm of a small coffee? so I agreed. 

Once inside, my night in shining arm turned like Conrad the wolf. He pounced on me like an animal, tearing at my dainty little dress, pawing at my stockings., kneading my tits like dough. But unlike before things were different. I felt more in control, more secure and really excited. This time I was curious and I wanted to feel him inside me. I smile and a strange tingling sensation started to creep up my spine.

Here we go again. I muse kicking off my shoes. How can I be so gullible? but now I was more prepared, no threatening leather belt was involved and besides I really liked him. I should have taken him more seriously the first time we met when he bought me the cocktail. Yet tired, drugged and incapable of protecting myself I offered no resistance. I merrily dropped to my knees, undid his fly and offered him my open mouth. He eagerly sprang forth and I greedily let him slide between my hot lips. I so wanted to please him so I expertly wrapped my tender lips round his tool and kissed for all I was worth. I looked up. He watched down in fascination as I worked my lips marking his veined shaft with gorgeous red lipstick rings. Egged on by his pleasurable groans I quickly ran my frantic tongue along his twitching length and expertly sucked him like a lolly. I don't think he was used to such attention as it wasn't long before he shuddered and began to spasm. Just before he came I pulled away not wanting to waste any of his love juice. What had become of me I wondered. Conrad had ignited a passion and despite having his seed still inside me I greedily wanted more.

'Fuck me big boy,' I ask. I didn't have to say it twice as he picked me up in his strong muscular arms and carried me to the bedroom. I kicked my legs excitedly as I felt my panties dampen and a warm glow build in my stomach. He gently placed me on the sheets and began to unwrap me like a Christmas present. Unlike most years this Christmas I now knew what I wanted and my perfect gift was in this mans trousers. There on my bed I let him remove my red cloak, untie my black Basque, pull down my underskirts and peel off my dress. This guy was good and with every layer he removed I wanted him more. I was his for the taking and that night i let him have his wicked way with me. And yes, before you ask woodcutters do have big choppers!



Did I ever meet up with Kate or Conrad in the new year? What about the woodcutter? Did I ever let him drag me into the woods? And what about my fairy-tale costume? did I dress as Little Red Riding Hood again or did I wear something more conventional but equally as feminine? You decide

The End

I wrote this after receiving a great idea from a anonymous happy reader. To them i offer my heart felt thanks. Other ideas welcome :)



Little Red Riding Hood







Little Red Riding Hood



Although this was submitted for the 2010 Halloween Story Contest, please be aware that it falls under the INCEST category - those opposed should avoid.

Many thanks to Gayle for editing my mess! 

As always, comments welcome and please remember to vote!

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Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Growing up, most of my friends liked Christmas better as they always anticipated a large haul of gifts from Santa. I, on the other hand, loved everything about Halloween, from the costumes to the candy and everything in between. 

As an adult, my love of all things Halloween is just as strong as when I was small. Fortunately, my only daughter, Emma, embraced it just as I always had, even more so if that was possible. My ex-wife thought we were childish, making such a big deal of things, but it was a special passion shared between father and daughter that was priceless to me.

From the time Emma was a child she was constantly delving into her mother's closet, trying on new outfits and playing dress-up. Because of this, it was no surprise to find her as enthusiastic about Halloween as she aged, each year spending a great deal of time picking out the perfect costume. Her outfits were almost always sweet and innocent, as opposed to the gruesome attire some chose to wear. 

Emma also loved to help me decorate the house and hand out the candy, even more than getting her own. Our home was a must see for all the kids in the neighborhood as we went over the top with spooky stuff, almost all homemade by the two of us.

After our divorce just four years ago, my ex wife and I agreed on joint custody of Emma, which overall worked out well. Emma came and went between our two homes without much trouble, but thankfully gravitated to my home almost exclusively during the run up to Halloween.

The last few years, Emma has hosted a pumpkin carving party at our home for her closest friends the Saturday evening before Halloween. Usually a few days before the party, the two of us would go to a local farm and select a car load of pumpkins and bring them home to clean out before the big event. It was a lot of work, but was totally worth it as everyone enjoyed the get together, particularly my daughter and I. 

One week before the party, Emma and I had gotten up early to hit the local farm to select our hoard of pumpkins for the party. It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday, but a bit on the brisk side, so it had a really nice fall feel. We drove under a canopy of fall colors in the trees above the road. It seemed like we were in a yellow, orange and red tunnel as we made our way to the small farm on the outside of town. 

Emma looked beautiful as we wandered the fields under the bright sun. The chill put a hint of color in her cheeks, while her long blonde hair was occasionally tossed by the gusts that blew leaves across our path. She was dressed in an old pair of jeans which molded to her lithe young bottom and legs, with a baby blue fleece jacket which really highlighted the color of her eyes. She really was a stunning young lady, but looked far more mature than her eighteen years. 

Candidly, I had been much more aware of her physical attributes since the 'incident' a few months before. Shortly after Emma's eighteenth birthday, I arrived home from work earlier than usual one evening. Apparently she had not heard me enter the house, because after a shower she exited the bathroom completely naked, rubbing her hair with a towel as she walked to her room. We almost bumped into one another, and I don't know who was more shocked, her or I. 

Before she was able to cover herself, I got an eyeful of the most lovely figure I'd ever seen. Even though it lasted the briefest of moments, the image was burned into my brain. I had not seen her in that state of undress since she was a child, and she certainly had changed. Her breasts were full, maybe a C cup, with pretty pink nipples. Her tummy was tight, and her hips flared out slightly above her long, sleek legs. I also noticed her crotch was completely shaven, clearly displaying her womanhood to my surprised eyes. I was forced to shake my head to clear the thoughts as we walked about the field. 

I had learned from experience that picking out pumpkins was serious business for my daughter, just as it always had been for me. We spent hours scouring the fields for the perfect specimens, making sure they were suitable for carving. After we found a keeper, I was tasked to scoop it up and add it to the cart I diligently pulled behind us. I had to return to my car four times to unload all the pumpkins we selected, filling the trunk completely before we headed for home. 

Emma spoke excitedly about her upcoming party as we drove. It always amazed me that in most ways she was every bit the mature young lady, but at times like that she could display the childish enthusiasm of a girl a fraction of her age. Candidly it was refreshing because the time went by so fast and it was nice to think of her as my little girl at times, not the adult she clearly was. Our time together was extra special because at that same time next year she'd be off at college for the first time, so I wanted to cherish every moment. 

We spent the next week decorating the house and yard, enjoying each other's company as much as the work, making things exceptionally pleasant. There were giant spiders and webs over all the doors and most of the windows, with fake rats and black cats perched around the yard. We used some of my old clothes to build a wonderful scarecrow, which we placed on an old whiskey barrel near the front door. The place really looked great, if I do say so myself.

The day of Emma's party arrived and we huddled in the garage as we always had to complete one of the last major projects. We put a layer of newspaper down on the concrete floor, and then set the load of pumpkins on top in preparation for the messy work ahead. We sat near one another on old patio furniture cushions as we worked in tandem. I would wield a large knife to carve a lid out of the top, and then hand it over to Emma to begin scraping the guts out. 

My job was much easier, so after I finished opening all the pumpkins, I jumped in and began cleaning them out as well. The task at hand was not particularly pleasant, but we attended to it diligently as we knew how much people enjoyed the carving contest. 

After two hours or so, we had a number of buckets filled with slimy orange pulp and the dirty work was largely done. My lower back was sore from sitting on the floor, so I rolled onto the cushion to stretch and rest for a moment.

Emma was clearly in a playful mood, because she jokingly tossed a small glob of the pulp at me, which landed with a splat on my chin. She giggled hysterically as the wet sludge clung to my face like some kind of orange alien attacking my face. 

Her laughter invigorated me, and suddenly my back felt better than before. Of course I felt compelled to answer her volley with one of my own. I sat up and grabbed a large handful of slimy seeds, and flung it her way, which landed with squarely across her chest. 

Only a moment later, we were each digging in the sloppy wet goo to use as artillery. Handful after handful went flying in the air as we wrestled on the floor, laughing like children. We coated one another in an orange froth, making a mess of the garage in the process. 

At one point I found myself on my back once more, but with Emma straddling my midsection. She was trying to rub the orange gunk into my face while I fought to keep her away. I grabbed her wrists with one hand as my other went to her chest to force her back. All of the sudden I realized that my palm was cupping her left breasts as we struggled against one another. 

I was shocked at where my hand had landed, but Emma didn't seem to notice as she continued her assault. Her perky young bottom bounced up and down upon my groin as we fought, almost as if she was grinding herself into me. I had played sexual games like that when I was a teen, but certainly had never done anything like that with my daughter before. 

The overt eroticism of the situation overwhelmed me, and my body began to react on its own. Blood flowed to my crotch as I felt the telltale signs of an erection coming on, which surprised me greatly. I had to break away to avoid the embarrassment and shame of my daughter feeling my hardening cock against her sex. I quickly rolled to my side and forced her off in a sweeping motion, then moved away from her a few feet. Emma looked as though she was about to pounce once more, so before she could attack I barked, "Enough."

We sat upon the floor gasping for breath as we recovered from all the exertion. Emma stared at me intently, and I wondered if the game was really over. I noticed something new in her eyes I had never seen before. Sure there was her devilish grin when she was up to no good, but there was something more. 

I had to break eye contact with her as I was afraid she'd see how horny our little battle made me. My eyes moved downward and I couldn't help but take in her supple young form. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple white tee shirt, both of which were now covered in orange. The shirt was wet with the slime, and I could clearly make out her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and I could see them jiggle a bit, as they were clearly unencumbered. 

My eyes moved back to her face and I found that her grin had widened, almost as if she knew exactly where I had looked and what I was thinking. We sat in silence for a while, gazing intently upon one another. Her hair was tossed about and she was sweating a bit, and in spite of the mess on her clothes, she actually looked sexy. 

My cock was harder than ever, and I drew my knees up to shield it from her view. I saw her eyes move rapidly to my crotch, and I hoped she couldn't see the tent mounding my pants obscenely. 

I was at a loss for words for a while, but then finally was able to utter, "Well, I guess we should get cleaned up." 

Emma must have assumed I was joking, because she tossed another handful of pulp my way with a giggle. I really wasn't mad at her, more embarrassed by my condition, so in frustration I barked, "I said enough!"

She looked surprised by my outburst, but just shook her head ruefully. "Aw, you're a party pooper, Daddy," she teased, but began scraping the sludge off her arms and deposited it back in the buckets. She scratched at a large spot near her left nipple as she looked into my eyes, and I couldn't help but think she was trying to tease me, so I quickly averted my eyes.

I rolled over and turned away from her, hiding my erection as best as possible. I attempted to clear my head as I cleaned my body off, yet it was extremely difficult. The truth is, I always thought my daughter was stunning. She had the face of an angel but a body that was built for sin, two things I usually loved. 

The cleanup was more grueling than expected as the room was a complete disaster. It was difficult to concentrate on the task at hand with my mind in such a troubled state, made even more challenging by Emma's constant presence so close to me. Her tee shirt was still clinging to her chest and her nipples were puffy, making my cock semi-erect the entire time. 

After almost an hour, the garage was barely passable, so we wrapped things up and carried all the pumpkins out onto the back porch where the carving contest would be held later that evening. When we reentered the house, we stood side by side in the kitchen and washed our hands. 

Emma said my back was covered in pulp, so she helped me pull my shirt off and tossed it into the sink. She then turned towards me and asked, "How's my back, Daddy?"

There were a few large orange spots here and there, but I was not about to pull her top off, so I said she wasn't too bad. A look of disappointment fell over her face, and I wondered if she really expected me to pull it off, knowing she didn't have a bra on.

We finished washing our hands, and then set about finishing a few last minute items. Since most of the other work for the party was done, we then retired to our rooms to shower and dress for the evening's festivities.

As always, Emma and I dressed in costume for the occasion, as did all the guests. For a few years now, she had dressed in tandem with her boyfriend. For example, last Halloween they went as Dorothy and the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. However, Kyle and Emma broke up a few months back and she was single for the party for first time in a while. She told me she loved dressing as a couple and asked if I'd be willing to accompany her, and of course I accepted. How could I disappoint my baby? 

It took her quite a while to narrow the choices, but she finally settled on Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf for the two of us. I knew Emma would look amazing in her outfit, but candidly was skeptical of a wolf costume for myself. I must say however, when I tried it on I was really pleased. The attire actually made me look quite fierce, complete with long fangs, which I loved. 

After dressing I made my way to the kitchen, and made busy work for myself as I awaited Emma's arrival. When she finally entered the room, my jaw almost hit the floor. The costume was simply made for her. It was the perfect blend of sweet and sexy.

My eyes slowly wandered from her head to her toes, as I soaked in her beauty. Emma's Red Riding Hood was decidedly less innocent than any fairy tale I remembered from childhood. The red cloak that draped her hair and spilled below her shoulders was short, not even waist-length, and it somehow called attention to her lips. She licked them nervously and I choked back a moan, taking in the unwittingly provocative gesture with her sexy-by-design look. A white capped-sleeved blouse with ruffles and an off-the-shoulder neckline was cinched in by a black corset, the ribbon ties working to lift Emma's breasts and create cleavage that I would have thought impossible on a girl her age, even with her curves. It tapered toward a short little skirt that seemed to dare someone to flip it up above her hips to bare the treasures beneath. The skirt was red and pleated and tucked so that it seemed ridiculously full given that its hem flitted only inches away from revealing her bottom. She wore white thigh-high stockings that ended long before reaching her skirt, revealing the tempting golden flesh of her upper thighs. And to top it off, she wore sparkly red pumps that seemed to make those delectable thighs - and the rest of her shapely legs - go on forever. I was pretty sure those shoes were leftovers from last year's Dorothy costume, but I didn't remember my body reacting to her blue-and-white gingham dress the way I was reacting to her Red Riding Hood costume.

Perhaps my baser instincts were on the rise because of my own get-up, a faux fur bodysuit, gloves, and shoe coverings. Although I suppose that if I really got into character, I wouldn't have been able to look at her without wagging my black wolf tail and licking the snout of my furry costume.

When my eyes returned to hers, Emma's face was glowing with a gigantic smile. I'm not sure what she saw in my face that gave me away so clearly, but she teased, "I take it you like, Daddy." 

I felt my cheeks grow warm in embarrassment at being caught red handed checking her out, and mumbled somewhat incoherently, "Umm, yes...very nice, sweetie."

Emma came to me and wrapped me a big hug. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "You're so cute, Dad."

I didn't know what to say, but I was afraid I'd grow another erection with her pressed so close. I desperately needed to put some distance between us, so I tried to distract her by changing the subject and said, "Let's make sure everything's ready for your guests." 

Emma gave me a soft smile, then nodded before she walked away to attend to finalize preparations. I nervously wiped sweat off my brow, feeling warm all over, more from my predicament than the thick, furry costume.

I was stunned at how my daughter was able to throw me off my game so easily. Normally I'm quite confident, but being caught gawking was bad enough, but by my own flesh and blood was inexcusable. 

Shortly thereafter the guests started to trickle in, and before long the party was in full swing. There were somewhere near twenty kids in attendance, roughly half each of boys and girls, each dressed in costume. I must say they all did a nice job picking out their attire for the evening, which I knew Emma would appreciate. 

Since it was Emma's party, I tried to make myself scarce and let the kids have a good time with little supervision. For whatever reason, she would have none of that and kept pulling me back into the action from wherever I had disappeared to. I was gratified that an eighteen year old girl would want her dad around her friends, but still felt uncomfortable being near her given the lurid thoughts that were running around in my head.

At one point, Emma looked up at me and seemed to stare directly into my soul. She grabbed my hands and gave me a coy smile, and then said, "My, what big eyes you have."

She was clearly channeling her role as Little Red Riding Hood, and I felt my face twist into a grin. I immediately knew how to respond, and replied, "All the better to see you with, my dear."

Emma looked amazingly cute as her cheeks grew a tad red. She gave my hands a soft squeeze, then turned and walked away without another word. 

I was a bit puzzled by her actions, and wondered just what was going on in her head. If she was anyone else I'd swear she was being flirtatious, but my daughter? I suddenly felt very warm again, and dismissed myself from the group to go outdoors to cool off for a bit.

As I stood alone outside, I couldn't help but get Emma out of my mind. There were a number of lovely women in attendance, a few of whom wore very skimpy costumes, but none could compare to my beautiful baby girl. Very simply, she was a vision. I began to lecture myself silently to get my shit together and act like an adult.

After a long breather, I went back in and grabbed an ice cold beer from the refrigerator. I stood in the kitchen sipping it for a while, as my eyes wandered out into the living room at the other young ladies. I hoped I'd find someone sexier than Emma, but that just wasn't going to happen. 

My eyes once again found her, and she instantly smiled back at me above the crowd. A tingle ran down my spine as I saw the twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes. I wanted to look away, but she was like a magnet holding my gaze. 

Suddenly I saw her walking towards me. She once again pulled me into an embrace, and whispered in my ear, "My, what big hands you have."

My arms were limp at my sides, afraid I'd display too much affection, but I slowly moved my hands up and gave her a long, firm squeeze. I leaned in and responded, "All the better to hold you with, my child." 

Emma rested her head on my shoulder, and let out a contented sigh. I don't think I'd ever heard anything so sweet in my life, and gripped her even tighter. For a moment, my head felt like it was awash in a warm, wonderful sea, kept afloat only by my undying love for her. Suddenly I remembered where I was and quickly scanned the room to see if people were staring at our loving display.

Fortunately, everyone seemed otherwise occupied and didn't seem to notice us in the least. I still felt guilty, so I reluctantly broke away from Emma and gave her a weak smile. She did the same, just before she disappeared back into her crowd of friends.

A short time later, I heard Emma's voice above the din as she announced that it was time to begin the pumpkin carving contest. I was glad to have something other than my daughter to occupy my mind as everyone moved to the back porch were we had set all the pumpkins earlier. 




Little Red Riding Hood



Emma handed out all the carving tools, and soon all the kids were working diligently on their creations. There were a couple leftover pumpkins, so she and I each grabbed one and began working on our own.

I had carved many a pumpkin in my life, but suddenly my creativity was sapped as my mind was occupied elsewhere. I found myself watching Emma as she slowly, carefully crafted her vision on the orange sphere. She had such a look of determination on her face she looked amazingly cute. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice me staring at my daughter, including her. I shook my head and sank the short knife into the pumpkin, determined to at least come up with something. 

After another twenty minutes or so, Emma stood and stated that people had fifteen minutes to finish their work. There were a couple of groans, but most of the kids were already done, and I was well on my way. My pumpkin was a disaster, but at least the work gave my mind a brief rest from its earlier torment. 

Emma had appointed us the judges, so we made the rounds together to asses all the work. We stood close as we looked them all over, and tingles ran up and down my spine every time we inadvertently touched. 

Most of the pumpkins were not very well done, but a few really stood out. Of course, I thought my daughter's was the best, but it wouldn't really be fair to name her the winner when she was the hostess and other judge. After a brief discussion, we settle on her friend Kara's, and awarded her our special orange ribbon and a giant bag of candy.

Emma then said it was time to pick the best costume, so everyone was handed a slip of paper and a pen, and told to write down their favorite. All the pieces of paper were placed in a bowl, then Emma began calling out what was written on the slips for me to tally. 

I didn't think mine was all that great compared to some of the others, but somehow I took the prize for best costume when the votes were all in. Emma ran to me and gave me a big hug, telling me she knew I was going to win. For the rest of the evening, she stayed nearby as if wanting to savor the victory with me.

At around eleven o'clock, the kids started filing out, and soon the house was quieter than it had been in hours. A big part of me was relieved when the last guest left as I'd finally be able to relax, but the larger part became even more nervous. The idea of being all alone with my daughter made me feel like a fumbling schoolboy again as I was afraid of what I might do.

Without saying a word, we both began to clean up the living room. Emma moved closer and closer to me as she put things away and I felt the need to get away. I was incredibly warm inside my getup, so I said, "Sweetie, I need to get out of this costume or I'm going to melt. I'm gonna take a quick shower and go to bed. We can clean up the rest in the morning."

Emma gave me a weak smile, and quickly moved towards me. She hugged me yet again, and said, "I'm not tired yet Daddy. Please stay up with me for a while."

Of course I knew I should have said no and moved away, but I just couldn't. The look on her face was so sweet, I simply had to stay. She took me by the hand and led me to the couch, and we dropped down aside one another. 

Emma looked at me and gave me a soft smile, and said, "Thank you for everything, Daddy. Everyone had a blast tonight."

Knowing how pleased she was filled me with joy. I loved making Emma happy, but I was still troubled being so close to her in my overheated state. 

I was uncomfortable in the heavy outfit, so with Emma's help I peeled the top over my head to cool off. I looked across the room at a mirror, and I was reminded of a mighty centaur with my furry legs and plain upper body. The image made me feel strong, sending a shiver down my spine. 

When I looked back I noticed Emma staring at me, and wondered just what she was thinking. Did she think I appeared powerful too, or was I just the same old man she had known since birth? My mind was racing, but she gave me no indication what was going on in her head.

"Daddy, did you really think Kara's pumpkin was the best?" she finally asked me, with an expectant look on her face.

I knew exactly what she wanted to hear, and I told her the truth, "No, sweetie, I actually thought yours was the best." 

A big smile graced her face and she replied, "Me too." She must have felt guilty, because she then added, "But yours was good too, Dad."

My pumpkin really sucked, but I appreciated her trying to make me feel good. She really was adorable.

We relaxed together on the couch in silence for a long while as we were both exhausted. At one point she wiggled closer and nestled her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. I wrapped my right arm around her and pulled her close before I planted a soft kiss upon the top of her head. 

Even though what we were doing seemed completely innocent, the sexual overtones from the entire day heightened the awareness that I was holding the most desirable girl in the world. I hate to admit it, but I'm not sure I'd ever been as turned on in my entire life. Illicit thoughts raced through my head and I wondered if I should make a move on my daughter, but I just couldn't do it. She was my baby after all, so I just sat and held her in spite of my dark desires. 

We rested like that for a while, basking in the warmth between us, when Emma finally broke the silence. Looking downward, she quietly said, "My, what big feet you have." I didn't have any idea how to respond as that was clearly not in the story, so I just stared back at her in silence. After a moment, she added, "So, is it true?"

In the back of my mind, I thought I knew what she meant, but Emma couldn't really be asking me that, could she? I fumbled my response, with a, "Is what true, honey?"

She didn't answer; she just stood and quickly repositioned herself down upon my lap. I felt her firm bottom press against my overheated groin, and then she gently rocked it back and forth across my hardness. Emma brought her hands up to my face and gently cupped my chin. Her fingertips stroked along my jaw line, as she stared into my eyes. Ever so slowly, she moved her lips to mine and gave me a soft kiss. 

I was in a state of shock, unable to think clearly and unwilling to push Emma away. My body was absolutely on fire and craved more contact, but my mind was still conflicted. Deep down I knew she had been flirting with me since our food fight earlier, but she was still my daughter after all.

Emma drew back and looked at me with bright eyes. She was still gently rolling her bottom against my lap, I'm sure quite aware of my hard cock pressed against her. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was ragged, so I hoped she was as excited as I was.

I had never wanted anything more in my entire life, and decided to throw caution to the wind. My hands had been resting on her hips, but I slowly ran them up her back, and then eased her towards me. Our lips touched and we kissed once more. Emma let out a soft sigh, but she made no attempt to move away. It was happening, the thing I had dreamed about so much of late was actually happening. 

My pulse pounded as I felt her tongue touch my lips for the first time. Very gradually, our kissing became more insistent as our mouths moved in concert with one another. It was such a sensual experience, gently making out with the loveliest woman in the world in the sweetest way imaginable. 

Emma moved her hands around me and gently began stroking my flanks as we kissed. My skin was still slightly damp with perspiration from the heavy costume, but she didn't seem to mind at all. 

My daughter's light touch made my skin tingle all over, and I wanted to give her the same pleasure. I moved my fingers to her shoulders and eased her blouse down as far as possible. My digits trembled as I unclasped her bra, then I eased it open to expose the soft skin of her back. 

I slowly moved my hands from behind her, filled with a growing desire to touch her firm young breasts. Emma let out a soft sigh as my hands grasped her full tits for the first time. I had dreamed about that moment since the day I bumped into her in the hall, and they were even more spectacular than I hoped. 

Emma broke our kiss and whimpered, "Yes, Daddy," as I rolled her hard nipples between my fingers. She looked at me with a look of complete lust on her face, and then rested her head upon my shoulder, exposing her slender neck. I couldn't help myself as I moved my mouth to her soft skin and began kissing and nibbling her from her shoulder to her ear lobes. 

She continued to rock upon my lap, gently squeezing my cock under her bottom. It was almost as if she were masturbating me with her ass, and it felt amazing. I was afraid I'd come to fast, so I needed to remove myself from her exquisite torture. 

I eased my hands down Emma's sides and lifted her bottom from my lap, and then set her down upon the couch. She looked disappointed, as if I was ending our union, but I was unable to stop myself. I leaned into her and began kissing her once more. Our tongues danced together as our hands wandered around each other's bodies.

Emma broke our kiss, and looked at me with a devilish smile before she whispered, "My, what a long tongue you have." Clearly she was ready to take things to another level, and I was only too happy to comply.

"All the better to eat you with," I responded, and leaned over to trace my long tongue down her cleavage before I took a hard nipple into my mouth.

Emma wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head to her breasts. She seemed to savor the attention I was showering upon her, so I took my time and made love to her tits like I had never done before. I kissed, licked and nibbled on them for a long while, as my daughter made whimpering sounds in approval. 

I could feel her trying to press her crotch against me and knew she was ready for more, as was I. It had been a while since I'd tasted a pussy, and I just couldn't wait any longer. I released a nipple from between my lips, and lowered my mouth to her tender thighs. Her skin was warm as I showered her with soft kisses, spreading her legs wide within my hands.

Her tiny shirt was bunched up at her waist, and I had a clear view of her little wet panties. The white fabric had become almost completely translucent with her copious secretions pasting them across her mound. I could smell the telltale scent of her arousal, and it turned me on like never before. I let her feminine smell sink into my brain before I was compelled to taste her.

I pushed Emma's knees back to open her completely to my gaze, and then pressed my lips to the center of her wet panties. My tongue ran up and down her slit as I attempted to soak her juices up into my mouth. Her hands rested upon my head as she pressed herself into me with a contented sigh. 

As much as I loved the feel of her silky shorts against my tongue, I wanted more intimate contact. I pushed my hands under her ass and grasped the sides of her panties and pulled. Emma pressed her knees together above me to assist in the removal of her soiled knickers, and then I ran them down her legs.

Having removed the last little barrier, I spread Emma's legs open once more to begin my feast. I truly felt like a wolf as I wanted to devour her and make her feel things she'd never experienced before. I forced her knees back into the cushions as my tongue snaked its way down her thighs, slowly moving closer to her sex.

When I finally reached her crotch, I gently ran my tongue up and down her puffy lips. Sparks went off in my head as I savored every drop of my daughter's tangy dew. Emma's pussy smelled and tasted better than anything I'd ever experienced and I basked at the temple of her femininity. 

I simply needed more. I pushed my face completely into Emma's crotch and then buried my tongue inside of her. My daughter's succulent taste almost overwhelmed me as I probed deeper into her delicate folds. I then sank two fingers inside of her wet pussy as I lapped at her distended clit, desperate to get her off.

Emma began rocking against my face as I made love to her delicious snatch. Her moans were music to my ears as Emma came with a roar. Juices soaked my face as I lapped at my daughter's pussy throughout her orgasm, my face pressed tightly to her sex. I eagerly drank in all of my baby's nectar, desperate to savor her taste. 

I kept softly licking Emma's pussy, trying to extend her orgasm as long as possible. Her fingers were still entwined in my hair, pressing my face to her pretty young pussy. I loved the fact that my daughter was so willing to let herself go, and I was just happy to be there to experience it. 

My cock was beyond hard, painfully throbbing inside my furry pants and needing relief. I stood and peeled the furry costume down my legs and kicked it away, exposing me completely to my daughter's wide eyes. I saw her tongue dance across her lips and contemplated feeding her my cock, but there was only one place I really wanted to be. 

Emma's legs were splayed widely, and I slowly moved towards her. I took her ankles in my hands, and pulled them apart even farther. The bulbous head of my prick was lined up perfectly at my baby's sex, and I slowly pressed myself forward. 

Being inside my daughter's snatch was simply beyond belief! Emma felt amazing wrapped around me; her tender young folds griping me like a vice. I don't think I'd ever been inside anything so tight, and I simply loved it.

I released Emma's legs and moved closer to kiss her on the lips. Her tongue ran across my lips, and I knew she must have tasted herself, which for some reason thrilled me immensely. She ran her hands up into my hair, and pulled my head back. Starring into my eyes, she said, "Fuck me, Daddy."

Eager to comply, I began fucking her with long, slow strokes. My senses were overwhelmed as every nerve in my body seemed to come alive at once. I was desperate to get Emma off again, so I increased the pace of my hips and rocked in and out of her more rapidly. 

I was afraid I was going to cum too fast, but my daughter's loud moaning drove me on. She appeared as close as I was, so I threw caution to the wind and fucked her with wild abandon. My hips thrust over and over, driving in and out of my baby repeatedly. She began screaming, "Yes," repeatedly as she met my every advance with her own. With Emma's high-pitched groans ringing in my ears, I sprayed my seed deep inside her. 

After my powerful release, my body went weak and I collapsed upon her in a lump. I buried my face into the nape of Emma's neck as I gasped for breath, experiencing a feeling of absolute intimacy I'd never known before. 

When my breathing became more regular, I rolled off my daughter and pulled her into a tight embrace. Much like I had done to her, she pressed her sweaty forehead under my chin and snuggled into me. With a contented sigh, she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy." 

I couldn't believe that Emma was thanking me for something I cherished so greatly, so I just gave her a strong squeeze. Her taste was still on my tongue, and a twisted smile crossed my face. The Big Bad Wolf really did get to eat Little Red Riding Hood, and he hoped he'd get to do it again very soon.



Little Red Riding Hood?



Jake pushed Moon up against the wall outside his apartment; her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as they kissed. He dug for his keys in the pockets of his jeans, and, finding them, he unlocked the door clumsily while trying to concentrate on his girlfriend. Her hands had untucked his black tank top and played underneath, her nails sending shock waves down Jake’s spine.

When they walked inside, they were hit with a cold wave from the air conditioner, which, in turn, cooled them down. Moon dropped her purse on the sofa and walked into the kitchen.

“I’m thirsty, Jake. What do you have?” she asked, opening his refrigerator.

“Oh, just the usual. Milk, water, juice,...champagne.” Jake replied as he leaned down on the bar separating the kitchen and livingroom. Moon opened a cabinet and took a glass, which she quickly filled with cold pink champagne.

“Do you want anything?”

Jake answered her question with a hearty laugh and a simple, “Only you, babe.” He walked into the kitchen and pulled off his shirt while watching Moon replace the bottle and shut the fridge door. Raising an eyebrow, the young woman gazed longingly at her boyfriend’s well-tanned and muscled chest.

“Get serious.” she retorted then took a drink of the bubbly wine.

“I am serious!” he told her. Jake took the glass from her and sat it on the counter by the sink. He put his hands on her waist then leaned down to kiss her neck. Her arms found their way around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head. Moon caressed the long silky black strands of Jake’s hair and pulled him closer to her. His hands moved over the back of her black, leather mini-skirt; suddenly, he pulled the skirt up to her waist and rubbed her smooth skin through silk bikini underwear. They both kicked off their shoes, and Jake pushed both pair out of their way with his foot.

The two of them slid down to the floor, sitting on the cold kitchen tiles. Moon kissed Jake’s bare chest as her hands moved to unbutton his tight, faded Levi 501’s. He slid his hands over her thighs and clasped a hold of the thin elastic of her underwear, pulling them down slowly while savoring a long and passionate kiss. Finally, he tossed the flimsy material over his shoulder, and it landed on the kitchen table. One hand soon returned to unbutton her scarlet blouse, and the other remained tangling itself in the patch of curling, golden hair. Moon gasped as he slid a finger into her. He finished with the buttons and moved the shirt aside; after unhooking her bra, he pushed both the blouse and the silk bra off and out of the way.

Jake bent his head down and kissed her exposed breasts, teasing each nipple with his tongue. He moved his hand away from her warm, wet flesh and pulled off her skirt with both hands. With them sitting, it was too difficult for Moon to push Jake’s too-tight jeans off, so she gave up trying. Her hands moved to his face, cradling it for a second as they kissed. Their tongues met again and again. Pulling away, Jake gazed at Moon with such heated passion and desire -- and he needed to fulfill their every want. With the heat growing between them, he reached around and opened a cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Moon asked curiously, very much out of breath, as she watched him take something from a shelf.

“It’s a surprise.” he began. “Close your eyes.” Moon did as she was told and didn’t peek once. She suddenly felt something cold and thick being poured onto her legs, starting from the tips of her big toes, dripping over her knees, and slowly up her thighs. Finally, she could not stand it any longer, and she opened her baby blues to see Jake pouring honey on her.

“Jake!” Moon exclaimed in shock.

“Shh!” he hissed putting the empty honey jar aside. “Sweet as honey,” he continued as he rubbed his hands over the golden honey, moving them further up. “I’ve always wanted to eat you up, Little Red Ridinghood. Don’t deny the Big Bad Wolf that pleasure this time.” Jake grinned, and Moon giggled as she thought of their private joke of her dressing up in a red-hooded cape and nothing else. Suddenly, he was licking his lips and began to also lick away the honey, starting with what was dripped over her toes. Jake moved his tongue over her knees and up one thigh. One hand stole up to her breasts, holding one in his gentle grasp. Moon breathed heavier as she felt him move his tongue inside her.

Finally, Jake moved his head away, teasing her now with his hands. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and underwear, releasing his hardened self, which throbbed painfully. When he sat back down on his knees, he pulled Moon onto his lap. She ran her hands through his ebony hair and pulled his face down to her breasts. He kissed them then moved his tongue up her neck and over her lips. He kissed her forehead then briefly touched his lips to her eyelids.

Moon arched her back, and Jake entered her hungrily. He moved up and down underneath her, his slow pace torturing her fevered body.

“Hurry!” she told Jake as he moved his hands over her body.

“No. Slowly.” he mumbled bluntly, trying to catch his breath. He pushed her back, lying on top of her. His thrusts became harder and harder, so quickly that Moon had to bite her lip to stifle a scream. But Jake slowed down again, and the pace began to drive her crazy; she wanted them to finish so the torture would end, but then again, she never wanted to climax -- just to stay forever in ecstasy.

Jake paused to switch positions; he rolled over and put Moon on top of him. She rode him the way he liked, rolling her hips and moving up and down. Moon placed her hands on his sweat-covered chest and massaged gently as she made him moan and cry out.

Suddenly, Jake turned them over again, and he quickened their tempo until neither could stand it any longer. He thrust one more time and came; both cried out then collapsed. Moon shuddered underneath Jake and clung tightly to him.

“You know what?” she asked.

“Let me guess...you love me and want me forever.” Jake replied arrogantly with a grin. Moon pushed him off, stood up, and headed for the bathroom.

“Nope. I’m sticky. I’m going to take a shower!” she answered with a giggle, leaving Jake still grinning on the cold kitchen floor.