LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

BY ZOOCH AND WILLOW

Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother said to her, "Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing. And when you go into her room, don't forget to say, good-morning, and don't peep into every corner before you do it."

I will take great care, said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

"Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood," said he.

"Thank you kindly, wolf."

"Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?"

"To my grandmother's."

"What have you got in your apron?"

"Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger."

"Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?"

"A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below. You surely must know it," replied Little Red Riding Hood.

The wolf thought to himself, "What a tender young creature. What a nice tasty morsel she will make, she will be better to have than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both." So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, and then he said, "see Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here. Why do you not look round. I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing. You walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry."

Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought, suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay. That would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time. And so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door.

"Who is there?"

"Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf. "She is bringing cake and wine. Open the door."

"Lift the latch," called out the grandmother, "I am too weak, and cannot get up."

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed and tied and gagged and stripped her before locking her in the broom cupboard. Then he took off his clothes and dressed himself in the grandmother’s bonnet and nightdress, drew the curtains and laid himself on the bed.

Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.

She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself, oh dear, how uneasy I feel to-day, and at other times I like being with grandmother so much.

She called out, "Good morning," but received no answer. So she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother looking very strange.

"Oh, grandmother," she said, "what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with, my child," was the reply.

"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have," she said.

"The better to see you with, my dear."

"But, grandmother, what large hands you have."

"The better to hug you with."

"But, grandmother, what a big mouth you have."

"The better to kiss you with."

"Oh, but, grandmother, what a big stiff cock you have."

"The better to fuck you with."

And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was off of the bed and pounced on Little Red Riding Hood. He stripped her naked and tied her spread-eagled to the bed with some of the grandmother’s rope. Then, slowly, he began to fuck her.

There was no appeasing his appetite. The wolf fucked Little Red Riding Hood long and hard and when he stopped to untie her she thought he may be done, but the wolf was just untying her to change positions. Soon he had her tied up again, tighter and with much more rope, and this time face down with her pretty little bottom high in the air so that he could enter her from behind. Then he began to slowly fuck her again, doggy-style this time.

“Oh, oh, no. Please, please,” Little Red Riding Hood began to cry.

The huntsman was just passing the house with his gun, and thought to himself, it seems the old woman is in trouble. I must see if she needs help.

So he went into the room, and when he was in, he saw that the wolf was raping Little Red Riding Hood. "So I find you here, you old sinner," said he. "I have long sought you."

Then just as he was going to fire, it occurred to the huntsman that the wolf was doing a mighty fine job of fucking the little girl and that her cries might not be for help.

“Oh, oh, no. Please, please. Please don’t make him stop. I need to be fucked harder. I need both of you to fuck me!” Little Red Riding Hood pleaded, looking appealingly at the huntsman.

So he did not fire, but took off his trousers, put aside his gun, and with three strides was over with the wolf who graciously stood aside to let the huntsman sample Little Red Riding Hood’s red hot little cunt while he changed ends intending to find out how well the little girl could suck cock.

When the huntsman had shot two loads of his spunk up her and saw Little Red Riding Hood glowing, he changed places with the wolf who also shot two more loads of spunk up her while the little girl sucked on the huntsman’s cock right up to his bulging balls. Finally she could suck no more and took air into her lungs so that she could cry out in ecstasy as the wolf’s pounding of her little cunt with his fearsome cock reached a crescendo.

“Just you hold it there,” came the voice of the grandmother who had slipped her bonds and escaped from the broom cupboard, “I’ve a good mind to blow the heads off of the both of you,” she said pointing the huntsman’s gun in their general direction.

“Why Granny, don’t you get upset,” said the wolf in his most seductive voice, “there’s plenty of cock to go round. Why, me and my friend the huntsman can go on for hours yet. Drink and eat and then join us for some fun.” The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Little Red Riding Hood had brought, and revived, then she allowed the wolf to tie her face down over the kitchen table. The huntsman lost no time in taking up the wolf’s former position and began fucking Little Red Riding Hood with renewed vigour.

The wolf took up his position just behind the grandmother’s raised and inviting backside. Little Red Riding Hood looked on wide-eyed in amazement at the wolf’s fierce erection, his huge cock was stiff and throbbing and leaking spunk from its bright red bulbous tip, making it clear that the wolf had a thing for little old ladies as well pretty young girls. Little Red Riding Hood was even more wide-eyed when she saw the wolf aim his mighty weapon directly at her grandmother’s tight arsehole.

Then all at once the wolf shoved his cock halfway up the grandmother’s arse causing the old woman to cry out. In and out thrust the wolf in obvious enjoyment while he drew cries of pain and pleasure from the grandmother.

“Oh, oh, no. Please, please,” the grandmother began to cry, “you’re killing me!”

“Shall I stop then, you old slut?” asked the wolf.

“Oh, no, no. Please. Please kill me harder!” she pleaded with the wolf.

And so the wolf continued to fuck the grandmother’s arse while the huntsman rammed his big stiff cock in and out of Little Red Riding Hood’s tight little cunt in a race to see which of the two sluts would orgasm first.

So all four were delighted with the arrangement. The grandmother had the best fucking she had had for several decades, perhaps ever. The huntsman got to fuck the incredibly hot Little Red Riding Hood that he had secretly lusted after for a long time. The wolf got a taste of meat both old and young and, he suspected, an invitation to get into Little Red Riding Hood’s knickers many times in the future, while Little Red Riding Hood thought to herself, this is fantastic, so let’s just ignore what the world thinks, I am going to have lots and lots of fun with my new friends!

And they all lived happily ever after.