****** The Twisted Little Version of Little Red Riding Hood by WhispersNight
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The Twisted Little Version of Little Red Riding Hood


Although this is only the first short story I have ever written, I'm a tough
girl, and can take all your criticism. So send love or hate mail without
reserve, I know I'm far from the best writer. Thanks. whispersnight@hotmail.com

Oh yeah, don't rip my story. I'll become quite pissed and won't write anymore.

Once upon a time, there was a little country girl, who was not only the
prettiest little girl the country did see, but also the most voluptuous. The
local boys were excessively fond of her, so her mother, the good woman that she
was, made a concealing, but beautiful red cape and hood for her, and that is
how she became known as The Little Red Riding Hood.

Now I, as the storyteller, must explain to you that although I call Miss Red
Riding Hood little, she is in fact not really little in that context. She is
actually a nice young girl of sixteen years, who is rather naive of the ways of
the world. Her real name is Betty, and this Betty stands at five feet, six
inches at 118 pounds; already 39-26-34. Shapely maiden, isn't she?

Anyways, on a day busier than usual, her mother bid to her little girl, "Go, my
precious Betty, and deliver these sweet cakes to your ailing grandmother across
the woods. Do not wander nor talk to any strangers, but do as your told. I
would go with you today, but I must visit the market and earn our livings with
my goods." (Little did Red Riding Hood know that her mother's real intention
was to send her daughter from the house so that she could not find out her
secret. In the town, Betty's mother did not just only sell her sweet cakes to
the neighbors, but in the dark alleyways, adorned in alluringly tight and short
dress, her mother was a prostitute. Her husband has been long dead and would
roll in his grave if he could see her, but damn him, it was his fault she had
to turn to this.)

It did not matter to Little Red Riding Hood that she had to go alone. In fact,
she rather liked being alone. In the forest, hidden by the foliage, she could
take off her red cape without her mother scolding her. It was exactly that she
did as soon as she took a hundred paces into the forest. Off came her
concealing red robes, and into the basket she toted. She was certainly a sight
to behold! Her long cascading pigtails ran over the front of her dress. Her
dress at the breast was stretched and strained by her blossoming bosoms, then
went loose at her waist and clung to her hips again. Her legs were long and
endless, bare to the world. And she vividly wore nothing under her white dress;
her mother was poor, and it was too hot in the summer anyway.

At the next small meadow the trees gave way to, she spread a blanket and lay
down, and thought smiling, "How silly my mother is! She thinks by concealing me
I have no idea about my sexy body, and how it makes men's tongues hang by their
knees, or sends their loins boiling." That thought pleased her immensely and
actually welcomed in the lustful stares men gave her. With that, she reached a
hand down between her legs and began to stroke the little bud that made her
shiver and flush with hot emotions. "Oooooo," she cooed to the summer air. Her
fingers dived into her moist tunnel till it became flooded with her juices. Red
Riding Hood pinched her nipples with her other hand, and brought up one of her
breasts (for they were that large) to her own lips and nibbled at it
deliciously. "Oh my... oh my, yes... YEESSS!" she hissed between her teeth.
Again and again, she couldn't stop till she came and her body shook with the
force of it. Her lips part as she gulped the warm air. "I can never ever get
enough of that." For a few moments more, she laid there till her panting
ceased.

Meanwhile, hidden by the trees and the shrubs, a large, gray wolf was feasting
on the image of the girl. Quietly, he watched and savored her every motions;
his body was stiff and still in shadows and he refused to move till the girl
did. His wolf cock was engorged with blood, pulsating and demanding the pussy
of that lusty devil of a girl. "But not now, not yet. Should a woodsman find me
in the middle of the field, raping a girl, I will surely die without warning,"
he thought to himself. So he sat there and waited.

Yet the wolf was not the only one witness to Betty's lusty way. There was
indeed a woodsman in the forest, but he did not notice the wolf as the wolf did
not notice him, so captivated the two were by the girl. As soon as he had saw
the girl pleasuring himself, his loin hardened almost painfully at once; and
she finally brought herself into climax, he stroked his dick fiercely, but
daring not to let the slightest sound escape from his lips. In his head, "FUCK
me, BITCH. Harder, yeaaahhh, you like it like that don't you, WHORE???" By the
time he was done and opened his eyes from his fantasies, she was gone. "Noo!
Where did you go? Shit!"

But in truth, the girl had just gotten up from her reclined position and
rounded behind a tree, ignorant of her two Peeping Toms.

When she was about 20 paces from her small meadow, the wolf emerged and
introduced himself to the girl, "Hello, Miss! Where are you off to you gaily in
the day?"

The girl, naive to the wolf's true intents, answered, "To my grandmother's
house, deep in the woods, built in front of the oldest oak of the land. She is
ill and my mother has asked me to bring her sweetcakes."

"Oh! I know that old lady, and she is kind. How sad it is that she is ill, but
how sweet it is for you to tend her! Tell her the wisest wolf of the woods
sends her his best regards!"

Red Riding Hood smiled, and the wolf ran back into the woods and towards the
old lady's cottage. It was still far off walk for the girl, but his strong and
fast legs would carry him ten times faster than the girl's even if she ran the
whole way. When he finally reached the shed, he knocked on the door. And from
inside the house, the old lady's voice emerged, "Who is it? Is it the sweet
precious granddaughter of mine, Betty, who has come to comfort my ailing state
with sweet cakes of my one true daughter?"

In his best imitation of Red Riding Hood, and actually he was very good at
imitating voices, the wolf spoke, "Aye, my grandmother. It is she who brings
sweet cakes from my mother to comfort thee."

"Push the boddin, and the latch will give. Close the door behind you." From her
bed, the old lady could not see that it was indeed a wolf that entered her
cottage. By the time she was aware of the danger, the wolf was already poised
on top of her with his jaws descending. She had no time to scream, and in one
bite, the wolf had ridded the old maid. Quickly, he reached into her closet and
picked out a spare cap and fit it snugly over his head then fell into bed and
hid himself as best as possible under the sheets. His loins burned for the
girl's tight cunt, and he was grateful for the very dim lighting for his loins
were tenting the sheets.

Not ten minutes later, Little Red Riding Hood arrived at her grandmother's
house. "Finally!" To keep her modesty, she reluctantly tied back on her red
cape and dusted the dirt off her shoes, as to appear proper. Then she knocked
on the door, and from inside the house, the wolf's best imitation of the old
lady emerged, "Who is it? Is it the sweet, precious granddaughter of mine,
Betty, who has come to comfort my ailing state with sweet cakes of my one true
daughter?"

"Oh yes, grandmother! It is indeed her!" the girl answered.

"Then come in my child. Push the boddin, and the latch will give, but make sure
to close the door behind you. My eyes can not handle the light well anymore."

"Of course, granny." She did as she was told and set the basket on a nearby
table.

Meanwhile, as the girl slipped through her grandmother's door, the woodsman
accidentally caught sight of her. How lucky he was to have actually encountered
her! He was sure that he would never see the sexy maiden again! Quietly, he
walked up to the window and peered inside.

The wolf's voice again, "Oh, my dear, my bones creak and my muscles hurt. My
eyes are also weak. Come closer and into this bed with me, so that I may see
your pretty face better."

"Oh, granny. How I've missed you," the girl replied. She took off her heavy
cape, believing no harm could be done by that, and moved under the covers and
next to her grandmother. By then, she noticed something strange about the old
lady. "Goodness! What big ears you have, granny!"

"The better to hear you with, my love," said the wolf.

The girl's eyes traveled down to the wolf's eyes. "What big eyes you have,
granny!"

"The better to see you with."

"Hmmm," thought the girl and she snuggled deeper into the blankets. Betty
happened to glance down and noticed that something, even in the dim lights, was
pushing the blankets up into a tent, "Strange." Out loud, "And what is that,
granny?"

Stripping himself of the old maid's cap and voice, the wolf threw back the
covers to reveal his huge and drooling dick to the now terrified girl, "That,
my dear, is the thing that seeks your most private of private treasures." He
reached down and gripped the girl's legs, parted them and snarled at her.

Red Riding Hood screamed and lashed out, "NOOOO! NOOO! YOU MUSTN'T! GET AWAY
FROM ME!"

"Never!" cried the wolf and he tore away the cloth that hid her bosoms with his
teeth. Then, mercilessly, he sunk his aching dick deep into her pussy with one
fierce stroke. It was still slick with the girl's earlier passions. "AHHHH! OH
YES! THIS IS WHAT I'VE WAITED FOR!!" Again and again, amidst the girl
struggles, he rammed his loins deep into hers relentlessly. The room was filled
her cries and protest, and the sound of flesh slapping fervently against flesh.

"PLEEEEASSSE! I BEG YOU TO STOP!! WOLF! PLEASEEE!!! NOOOOOO! IT HUUUURTS!! OOOH
PLEASE!!! IT HURTS!"

Outside, the woodsman was witness to this all. He knew he should charge in and
save the girl from the wolf's evil embrace, but this was an answer to one of
his darkest fantasies: a girl being taken savagely and without consent by an
animal. The woodsman could not help, but drop his pants again and take his
throbbing cock into hand. Secretly, he imagined he was the wolf raping the
girl, and he did not stop for a long, long while.

Back inside, the wolf grasped the one of the girl's shuddering breasts in his
paw and bit the nipple with his sharp teeth. It bled just a small stream of
blood, but the girl was too conscious of the wolf's other actions to take
notice. She could no longer scream in protest, but just kept sobbing as the
wolf violated her virgin pussy. Then the wolf let go of the girl's tits, and
without disengaging, twisted her over onto her belly. His paws grabbed at the
two blond pigtails, he rode her like the little bitch she was, and earnestly,
without pause, but more savagely, pounded his cock into her. Suddenly, the wolf
tilted his head back and let out a wall-shaking howl as his semen splattered
deep into the back of the girl's cunt. The wolf slumped down from his passions
and pinned the girl there. He panted and listened to the girl's sobs. It
pleased him and his grin spread wide.

Meanwhile, the woodsman still had his dick in his hand. He was like a machine,
his hand like a blur as it stroked his manhood - up and down, up and down, till
finally, he came. His cum splattered the wall of the old cottage, and he
imagined instead that the wall of the face of the girl. The woodsman panted,
and groaned, and leaned against the wall of the house. He pulled up his pants
and took a few moments more of rest, then thought, "I'll be fucked if I don't
get a real pussy soon. Hmmm, there's those prostitutes running around town.
OR!" And a plan suddenly formed in his head. He stood up and peered into the
window again. The wolf had finished having his way with the girl it seemed, for
several minutes now, and was resting over her. The girl was still sobbing
pitifully.

"Yes. I, too, will have her." He checked his rifle to make sure it was loaded
and he approached the door. The man waited two more minutes then suddenly
kicked the door off its hinges and onto the ground! Before the wolf sat up
quickly and before he could clearly discern what had happened, the woodsman
brought up his gun and with true aim, blew off the evil wolf's head. Blood and
gore splattered against the wall besides the bed, but the girl, with quick
thinking, kicked the body off of her and slipped away before it the corpse
could fall on her.

The woodsman walked over to the girl, picked her up and carried her out, back
into the forest. The pitiful thing was still weeping a bit by the time he had
led her a good way off into the woods on his horse. He dismounted and laid her
upon the ground of another clearing. When she finally ceased her tears, she
looked up at the woodsman and thanked him. "Oh, thank you, thank you. How could
I possibly repay you?" He looked at her, his eyes soaking up every detail like
a hawk examining its dinner. Her dress was torn at the chest, exposing her huge
tits, and the hem rode up high upon her thigh, letting all feast on her long,
long legs. Her hair was undone and spilled all over her body, yet failed to
conceal anything. Ruffled and bruised, she was still a creature of beauty. And
shit, his cock was hard again.

Without a word, he pushed her onto the ground and undid his belt for the third
time. She understood and parted her long slender legs to him, and he meant to
have his dick buried into her cunt, but alas! She was far too stretched and
almost burst into tears again when she realized she could not satisfy her
savior. However, the woodsman was not deterred and demanded, "Turn over and get
on your hands and knees like a good lil' bitch."

Betty did, and before she was even ready he plunged his nine-inch cock deep
into her ass. They fucked like animals, and their cries of passion echoed
through the forest. He had his way with her, and she was all but happy to
receive.

I don't know about how the rest goes, truthfully, but it's said that they did
not wed, but met secretly at night for many nights after that. And in these
discrete nightly visits, the little bird tells me that she lets him do devilish
things with her. Bounded with ropes against a tree, her little ass wiggling
nakedly into the air, he and his other fellow woodsman would take her. Or,
along the dirt floor, they would ravage her like pack of wolves. Little Red
Riding Hood even let his horse have it way with her. Not just one, but many,
many times! And what a sight that would be, a voluptuous girl impaled on a
horse's erect cock.

Oh well, if you like my stories, and want to hear more, email me at
whispersnight@hotmail.com. I can't tell you anymore about Little Red Riding
Hood, but I may stick around to tell you about the other girls in my head.

But for now, Ciao.

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