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Little Red (M-f, inc, teen, cons, rom)

by Nightfox



     I didn't go back to Abner's 5 and 10 the next day. I was just too
traumatized by the events that had taken place in the alley with the two
strange men. I almost told mommy and daddy a couple of times what had
happened but I remember the man hovering over my body. His semi-hard
thing was lying across my cum covered pee hole and I can almost smell
his breath as he told me, "You've got a reputation already and when
everybody finds out about Johnny fucking your tight little cunt,
everyone in town will know. Your mommy will know, your daddy will know.
Hell," he said, "everyone in town will know that you are a little cum
slut!" It was that dang Johnny that started the stuff about me being a
little slut. I would get him back some day. For now, my mind was healing
a little more each day and I began to think of the Brenda doll on the
shelf at Abner's.

     The following Friday I got the courage to try it again. I only had a
couple of hours left before dark. This time though, I decided to wear a
pair of blue jeans instead of the dress. My 7-year-old mind had decided
that the dress was what had gotten me into trouble last week. The store
would close in about an hour so I grabbed my little pink purse and once
again went for a walk. I had decided that this time I wouldn't stop if
anybody yelled at me.

     I walked quickly and deliberately toward the downtown area. I was
worried that I wasn't going to make it. Finally I got to my destination
and paused at the entrance into Abner's. There just beyond the door
stood what my little heart longed for. Behind that door was Brenda! I
took a deep breath and walked through the door. I made a beeline to the
toy section. There it was! The Brenda doll that my little heart had
longed to own for what seemed like an eternity to a little 7 year old
girl. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her perfect hair, her perfect body
was what I wished that I were. My hand trembled as I reached for it and
looked at the $29.95 price tag. I had saved up $40.00 in anticipation of
inflation and with this week's $5 that my daddy had given me for an
allowance, I was prepared to purchase the sleek blonde plastic figurine.

     "She's pretty," I heard a male voice behind me say. I turned and in
the aisle way stood Mr. Abner smiling at me.

     "Yeah," I said back. "I've wanted her for so long."

     "Of course," he said as he walked closer to me. I liked Mr. Abner.
He was a kindly man who seemed to really like children. They were always
welcome in his store and he never complained when we just came in to
look. I heard him sigh. "She looks a lot like my little girl did," he
added as he walked toward the cash register.

     "Like she did," I asked?

     "Yeah," the man added. "She's gone now. Grown up and all that."

     "Where's she at," I asked him?

     "Dunno'," he said as he shrugged his shoulders. "Been a long time
since I seen the little nymph. I guess she doesn't need daddy any more."
I looked at the middle-aged man standing behind the counter. He was a
little older than my daddy was, although he wasn't nearly as handsome.
He was a nice looking man though and he was always so very nice. "What's
your name kid," he asked me?

     "Sticky," I informed him, once again dropping my guard. "Um," I
paused, "I mean Debbie." I already regretted what I had said. I had been
called Sticky for so long that I sometimes forgot my real name.

     "I've heard abou........," he said and trailed off, not finishing
his sentence. He looked down at me as he rang up the purchase. There was
that look again, that look that the men shoot me sometimes. I knew what
he was thinking. I knew that he had heard I was a little slut. I
supposed I was, but I really didn't like the entire town knowing about
it!

     "Johnny lies," I said matter-of-factly.

     "I didn't mean anything," he said.

     "Whatever," I said as I sat my little pink purse down on the
counter. "How much," I asked, almost ready to run out of the store
without the jewel of my toy collection. He cleared his throat. "That'll
be $32.50 after tax."

     "Ok," I said as I opened my purse and looked for my money. Here you
see is where things start to go blurry. I'm not sure why I did this, but
what matters is that I was going to have the Brenda doll no matter the
cost. Now, when you are a little girl and you have to part with that
much money your mind tries to think of ways to keep it. I mean, $32.50
is almost two month's allowance! I hesitated, looking at the envelope
with the nine crisp five-dollar bills that were folded neatly in my
purse. To tell you the truth, I was just really not willing to part with
the hard-earned cash.

     I looked up at Mr. Abner and he was still staring at me like I was a
little cum slut. It made me angry, but yet....... it made me feel so
grown up! It was at this time that I guess my instincts, which had
improved over the last few months kicked in. I thought about how 3 men,
2 of them strangers had just taken what they wanted without my
permission. I knew that I had this sexual power over them somehow. I
began to think of ways that I could use it. I hung my head, closed my
purse and slumped against the counter. "Are you ok Debbie," he asked me.
I didn't say a word, I just started to sniffle and pretend to be crying
gently to myself.

     "Yeah," I lied, "I just feel kinda' bad," I told him. I acted like I
was getting weak and I began to tremble. To my surprise, it was working!
In a flash Mr. Abner was out front, putting his hands on my shoulders,
as if to steady me. He turned me around and asked, "What's wrong
Sticky?" Now he was looking at me much the way a concerned father would
look at his daughter. He got down on his knees and his eyes were no
longer filled with lust, but instead were filled with compassion. I had
set my first female hook, now all I had to do was reel him in! He
steadied me against chest. I felt his manly presence against my little
body.

     "Those bad men," I lied as I turned up the waterworks. "They took my
money!" I pounded my fist on his shoulder and began to cry and stomp my
feet.

     "Bad men," he asked. "What bad men?"

     "The men," I sobbed, "in the alley," my tears were flowing, "they,
they, they took my money!"

     "Oh my god," Mr. Abner said, "did they hurt you?"

     "I, I, I can't.......," I said.

     "Sticky," he said, "it's ok, you can tell me. I won't tell anybody
if you don't want me to."

     "They did things," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around Mr.
Abner's neck and dried my tears on his shoulder. He was soft and warm
and he felt so good to me. I thought back to the way they had molested
me. I thought about how one of them had tried to stick his thing in my
little pee-hole and I remember the feeling of their warm stuff coming
out of the end of their dicks. It was truly awful, disgusting and
somehow wonderful.

     "It was terrible," I told the man, my words coming out in short
syllables. He patted my back and then began to stand up, not sure what
to do with this semi-hysterical little 7-year-old girl. Before he could
stand, I grabbed tighter around his neck and he lifted me off the
ground. I swung my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. I could
feel the man's nervousness as he stood there with me clinging to his
neck. I could hear his mind reeling trying to find a way to get me to
calm down. Finally, he did what I had expected him to do. He put his arm
around my back and then his hand grabbed my little tushie. It felt much
better than when the man in the alley had touched me. I knew what to
expect this time; it would be my way today.

     "It's ok Sticky," he said, patting me on the back, my butt nestled
in his hand. I'm sure it wasn't my imagination that he squeezed it just
a bit. I just left my face buried in his shoulder sniffling as his hand
massaged my butt. I was getting my way!

     "Thank you Mr. Abner," I said as he held me there. Mr. Abner didn't
say a word. His hands quit rubbing my butt and slowly, trying not to
draw any attention to it, his hand moved between my legs. His hand
pressed there, nestled against my little cunny, just holding me, doing
his best to make it look innocent. I stopped sobbing and pulled my head
from his shoulder. "You are so nice," I told him and then I kissed him
on the side of his lips gently. I know that he was shocked, not
expecting me to do that. "I just have saved up so long for that doll!" I
finally released his neck a little and looked at the man face to face. I
liked his face, it was a kind face.

     "Maybe you can save up again," he told me.

     "But daddy will be furious," I told him.

     "Furious?"

     "Yeah," I told him. "I didn't tell him what happened and he is going
to want to know why I didn't tell him in the first place!" His brown
eyes kind of sparkled as he looked into mine.

     "You should have told him Sticky," he informed me.

     "I just couldn't!" I said and pressed my face into his shoulder once
more and began to sob. "I would just do anything to be able to take
Brenda home with me!" Mr. Abner let me get my composure and then
finally, I released him enough for him to set me back on the concrete
floor. My eyes glanced at his baggy pants and I knew that I had
succeeded in turning him on by the lump in his pants. "It'll be ok," I
told him as I picked up my purse and blew him a kiss and walked toward
the door. "Maybe I can find them," I said loud enough for the kindly man
to hear.

     "Wait Sticky," Mr. Abner said. "Don't do anything silly!"

     "I'm just going to see if I can find them and get my money back. I
just HAVE to bring Brenda home tonight!" I walked slowly, giving the man
a good view of my ass in my jeans. I knew what he wanted but his brain
need a little time to regain enough blood flow to process the facts
before him. My hand reached for the door when I heard him say, "There's
a way you can get Brenda."

     "Excellent," I said soft enough that Mr. Abner couldn't hear it. It
was just what I wanted the old codger to say. I turned and looked at
him, my eyes locking with his. "How," I asked softly, playing the
innocent little preteen girl. "I don't have a credit card."

     "I know," he said. I walked to him and clutched my purse under my
arm. I cocked my head and looked at the man. His bulge was still
pronounced and his eyes had that look of lust in them. "Do you want
Brenda enough to do anything?"

     My thoughts went back to the Brenda doll and the 40 dollars in my
purse. I guess you could say that I, like most people, want it all.
"Anything," I said, "absolutely anything!"

     "Very well Sticky," Mr. Abner said, "come with me." His hand reached
out and I hesitated for a moment. He looked to his left and my eyes
followed his gaze. The Brenda doll on the counter was sitting there and
I had told the man that I would do anything for her. My mouth watered
for the plastic toy. I wanted her and by god I was determined to get
her! It was time to put up or shut up. Grasping his hand in mine, I
walked with him to the front of the store. "Are you sure," he asked? I
just nodded my head yes and he smiled. He turned off the open sign and
turned out the lights. We turned and I followed him into the back of the
store. I had no idea what was in store for me but I had made up my mind.

     I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that he took me back
there and we did the old in and out and all that. Well, not exactly. I
learned right then and there that some men have what are called
fetishes. Mr. Abner's fetish wasn't all that odd I have learned over the
years, it was just new to me at the time.

     "Let's go in here," he told me as he led me through the storeroom
into what appeared to be a small apartment. "I stay here when the
weather gets bad. It's my home away from home." It smelled kind of
musty, like the apartment of a bachelor. It was clean and neat, just
like the rest of his store. "Here," he said, handing me a small box. Go
put this on." I took the box and he led me to a small room. "Change in
here."

     Mr. Abner shut the door and I took the lid off of the small box. "Oh
god," I said as reached inside and pulled the pink dress out. It was a
little girl's dress and it kinda' reminded me of the dress that the
Brenda doll wore. I held it up and then shook my head. This guy was
kinda' weird, but if that is what it takes, then that's what it takes. I
sat the dress across the sink and dug a little deeper. My eyes couldn't
believe what they saw. It was there, under the frilly lace panties that
he had for me to wear. I took it out of the box and shook my head. It
was a blonde wig and it was curly just like the Brenda doll!

     I was trembling when I walked to the full-length mirror and tucked
my dark hair under it. I was absolutely astounded that the girl that
looked back at me WAS Brenda! In about a New York minute I was out of my
jeans, stepping out of my panties. I pulled my shirt off and was
standing in my socks and shoes. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a
deep breath. It wasn't too late to turn and run. I thought and thought
and then finally, I knew that I had no choice. I would be what the man
wanted me to be.

     I stepped into the white panties and then turned once again and
looked in the mirror. My nipples were small now, hard from the
excitement of the moment. I felt the tingling in my pussy that had been
there when Johnny had licked me. It burned and felt good at the same
time. I was getting so turned on and I wasn't even old enough to know
it!

     Taking the dress, I slipped it over my head. The cotton was soft and
felt good against my skin. I zipped it up and then turned and looked for
the last time. It was her. It was Brenda. Neatly folding my clothes, I
reached for the door handle. My fingers were tingling at the thought of
being her, being my heroine. I had always wanted to be her and now I
was! "Can I come out now Mr. Abner," I asked, peeking out the door.

     "Damn," I heard Mr. Abner moan as I walked out in my costume. His
eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I knew he was pleased. I was happy
that he liked what he saw. "You look just like her," he told me as his
eyes moved up and down my petite body.

     "Oh god," I said excitedly! "I feel just like her too!" I turned so
he could look at all of me, my wig, my dress and then I pulled my skirt
up just a bit so he could see my panties. I wanted to rub between my
legs, wanted to touch myself. I stopped for a second and looked at the
middle-aged man who was almost drooling. "Did your little girl wear
these," I asked him?

     "Yes," he said, somewhat uncomfortable that I would be able to
figure that out. "They were her favorite clothes." He rubbed himself as
he looked at me. "Of course, Lyla's hair was natural."

     "Lyla is a pretty name," I told him.

     "She was a pretty little girl too," he said.

     "Do you want me to be Brenda or Lyla?" He cleared his throat. His
nervousness showed through. He said nothing, just stared my direction. I
remembered some of the names that the men had called me in the alley
when they slimed me with their cocks. "Was she your cunt," I asked him,
not sure what those words meant.

     "Yes," he said softly. "She was daddy's little cunt."

     "But," I said, my mind mulling everything over. "How could she be
your cunt? You were her daddy," I said. My eyes looked at his face, that
warm friendly face.

     "Yes," he said. "But she was my little cunt."

     "How old," I asked him.

     "Six the first time," he said.

     "Six?" I was shocked. "Six," I asked again?

     "Yes," he said. "It's not what you think. It was her idea. Lyla was
a girl who knew what she wanted."

     "But Six," I asked, still in shock?

     "Yes. The first time, it was her idea."

     "Daaaaammmmmnnnn," I said as I thought of a man, a daddy doing it
with his own daughter!

     "She used to watch us, she told me later. She used to watch her
mother and I as we made love. Her mother was a very loving woman until
she got sick. Lyla was about 5 and she had to take over a lot of the
responsibility around the house. It was hard on her. While all the other
girls got to play, she had to work to take care of me." A small tear
moved down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. "Then one night," he
continued, "when she was about 6, she came into my room. I was asleep
and she woke me up. 'Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight,' she asked? I
looked at my innocent little daughter and nodded. I had honestly
forgotten that I was naked under the sheets. I really did. When I
realized it, I tucked it under my side and patted the bed next to me.
Lyla jumped on the bed and crawled over me and then moved under the
covers with me. 'Thank you daddy,' she said and then she kissed me on
the cheek and put her arm across my chest."

     Mr. Abner seemed to be breathing harder now. "What happened then," I
asked.

     "I lay awake for a while, making sure that the sheet didn't move
from under me. I waited until I heard Lyla snore. Her breath was steady
against my chest and I knew that she was out so I rolled her over and
closed my eyes. I was glad she went back to sleep quickly because I was
so tired from a long day at work.

     "You didn't touch her," I asked him, waiting for his answer. I could
tell when a man was lying and he was telling the truth.

     "No," he said, "I'm a good daddy!"

     "Ok, then what happened?"

     "It was about daylight when I first felt it. I guess I had been
having a dream and Lyla heard me moaning in the night. She moved close
to me and realized for the first time that her daddy was naked she told
me later. Naturally her curiosity got the best of her and she pulled the
covers down to see what her daddy looked like close up. If I had been
awake, I could have stopped her."

     "Stopped her from what?"

     "From looking," he said, "and then from touching."

     My eyes grew wide as he told me the story of his daughter. "She
touched you?"

     "Yes," he said.

     "It had been so long. I needed a woman's touch. Her mother was in
the other room. It just happened."

     "She touched your thing?"

     "Not only touched it, she kissed it just like she had seen her
mother do."

     "You mean like this," I said, moving closer to the man. Mr. Abner
stood there as I thought about what I was doing. I thought about how the
men had taken what they wanted. Now I would give it to them so I could
get what I wanted. My hand reached up and I pulled his belt from his
loops and then undid it. He stood there and let me put my hand on the
front of his pants. His thing was hard and I felt it with my palm. Mr.
Abner took a deep breath as I rubbed my hand up and down the length.
"Wow," I said as he unsnapped his pants and then took my hand and guided
it to his zipper. "It's so big," I whispered as my hand pulled it down.

     I was shocked when I saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear, his
cock just on the other side of his zipper. He pulled his pants open,
holding them to the side. I was inches from his thing. This was much
better than the men in the alley. It was titillating as my hand reached
for it and I felt the warmth of it and took in the sensations. I looked
up at Mr. Abner and he was looking down at me. "She kissed it," I asked?

     "Yes, she kissed it."

     I looked at his adult cock and stroked it with my little hand. I
held it gently and then took a deep breath. I was scared and excited.
"Like this," I asked and then moved forward and planted a kiss on the
head. Mr. Abner jumped when my lips met his cock for the first time. His
balls dangled from beneath them. I put my free hand under them and held
them in the palm.

     "Oh Lyla," he moaned.

     I kissed it again. Mr. Abner was pretending that I was his daughter.
I didn't mind. He obviously loved the girl. He loved her and I wanted
Brenda. "You taste good daddy," I said as I played along with his
perversion. I took my tongue and licked up the length.

     "I love you too Lyla," he groaned as I licked the head and tasted
the sticky goo dripping out of the end. "Put it," he panted, "put it in
your mouth Lyla," he begged as my tongue flickered across the purple
head.

     "Like this daddy," I asked. I took a breath, closed my eyes and
opened my mouth. I heard him gasp as the end of it went between my
7-year-old lips.

     "Yes Lyla," he said as I opened my eyes again. I rolled my eyes up
and looked at the middle-aged man. He smiled and put his hand on the top
of my head. "Daddy's little girl," he said softly and then he pulled me
forward. I almost freaked out as his cock slid into my mouth, filling it
completely. I breathed through my nose and the scent of man cock filled
my nostrils for the second time in my life. ""Daddy's little slut," he
moaned and he released my head. I pulled back and took my mouth from
him. I took a deep breath. My hand instinctively moved up and down the
shaft.

     "Am I doing good Daddy," I asked as I played his daughter Lyla.

     "Yes Lyla. Very good," he said as his hand once again moved to the
top of my head. By now I was his little slut, his little whore and I
knew what to expect. Mr. Abler pulled me forward and I opened wide for
his dick to go inside again. "Daddy's little cunt," he groaned as my
mouth once again engulfed his dick. His hips began to move into my
mouth, just a little and then back out. He was looking down at me while
I was looking up at him and I recognized the look on his face. It was
the same look the man in the alley had just before he squirted his
sticky stuff all over me. "I'm," he groaned as he released my head, "I'm
going to cum Lyla," he said and I felt him stiffen.

     Most girls don't have to make this decision until much later in
life. I had seen what came out of a man's dick and I knew I had two
choices. The one that I took that day would change my life forever. Now
that I was free to make my own choice, I decided that I would leave it
there. I would keep my mouth on his thing until he squirted his stuff
into it.

     "Yes Lyla," he moaned. "Daddy's cumming," he groaned and then the
first squirt of his juice hit me in the back of the throat. I jerked to
move my head away but before I could, he moved his hand to the back of
my head and held me there, his cock spurting into my mouth. "Jesus
girl," he said in a hoarse voice as his cum filled my little mouth. "Oh
god," he moaned. I tried to swallow what I could but my little mouth
would just not hold it all. I could feel it moving out the sides of my
lips. I was a good girl. I did not gag. In fact, I kind of enjoyed the
taste!

     Mr. Abner stopped moving his hips but he did not release my head
yet. I felt his thing become smaller in my mouth. My jaws were growing
tired and I wasn't sure I could take the pain much longer when he
released my head. A gentle hand touched the side of my face and I moved
my head from the softening shaft. I looked up at Mr. Abner, cum dripping
from the sides of my mouth. I took his cock in my hand one more time and
then released it. I licked my lips, lapping every bit of cum that I
could and pulled my dress up and wiped the rest of it off. "Oh Daddy, I
love you," I told him and then he shocked me one more time.

     "Thank you Sticky," he said as he put his hands under my arms and
lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his stomach and my arms around his
neck. He put his hand on my ass and held me there for just a moment.
"Thank you so much Sticky," he said and then he moved forward and he
kissed me on the lips. I felt my pussy tingle as his finger snaked
inside my lacey panties and he began to rub. I tried to open as wide as
I could, my lips so his tongue could explore my mouth and my legs so he
could rub me there. I moaned against his mouth as he frenched me and
played with my pussy.

     I pulled my face from his. His eyes were taking in all of my facial
expressions. I on the other hand was blinded by this attack on my center
of pleasure. His finger danced across my slit and it felt good! "Oh Mr.
Abner," I moaned as I thrust my head back and he pushed his finger in.

     "Cum for me Sticky," he said softly while I ground my pussy lips
against his fingertip. "I want to be the first to make you cum girl," he
said smiling as he teased my nether lips. All I could do was gasp as he
pulled his finger out of my virgin cunt and moved it across what was the
beginning of my clit.

     "Um," I groaned, "feels," I choked as he played with me. "Oh god,"
moaned as I almost bent over backwards. Holding me tightly to him, yet
giving me enough room to move to my most comfortable position, he rubbed
his finger from my pussy to my ass and then back again.

     Fear began to well up inside me as I felt a feeling I had never
experienced in my young life. It started with a tingling somewhere down
in the pit of my stomach and the fire of pure pleasure was moving over
me. My hips ground against his hand and then I felt it. "Let go Sticky,"
he whispered, "let go and cum for me girl."

     Mr. Abner's soothing voice relaxed me and my lower region began to
spasm. I know I was young. I know I hadn't even reached puberty yet but
I began to orgasm! It wasn't like the orgasms that grown women have, but
it was like a million firecrackers bursting inside my lower region. My
head leaned forward into his shoulder and I held on tightly around his
neck. His whiskers were burrowing into my tender cheek. I didn't care, I
just wanted to continue to experience this pleasure forever!

     I threw my head back once again and bucked against his finger. "Yes
Mr. Abner," I screamed as I held him tightly and rode his hand. Mr.
Abner kissed my tender lips and held me as tight as he could as I
clamped my smooth baby cunt around his finger. I gasped for air as he
released my lips and I felt the last of my energy drain into his hand.
As soon as it had started, it was over. It was over but I was breathing
hard and sweating. I buried my head into Mr. Abner's shoulder for the
last time and he held me there, his finger staying in my pussy.

     I'm not sure how long he held onto me, but I do know that he really
cared about how I felt. It was the first time that had happened. Mr.
Abner broke the silence. "It's time for you to go home Sticky," he told
me as he removed his finger from my pussy. I relaxed my legs and he sat
me on the floor. "Go change," he told me. "I'll go get Brenda for you."

     My little heart was pounding like crazy when I went into the room to
change. What an experience! So this was what all the adults were going
so crazy about. So this was what sex was like! No wonder they didn't
want us children doing it. They never wanted us to have any fun! It
didn't take long until I had the clothes back in the box and was dressed
back as Sticky.

     Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed when I handed the box
back to Mr. Abner. "Here you go," I told him as he took the small
cardboard box.

     "Here you go kid," he said as he handed me the sack with the Brenda
doll in it. "Thanks Mr. Abner," I said as I grabbed it and almost ran to
the door. As I reached for the handle I turned once again to the man.
"Thanks for everything daddy." I winked, shook my little ass at him one
last time and walked out.

     It would be the first with Mr. Abner, but not the last. Later in
life I would visit him, when the newest version of the Brenda doll came
out. I would always get her and I believe every accessory that she ever
came out with!

     I walked into the door and daddy was waiting. "Took you long enough
Deb."

     "I'm sorry daddy," I said, "I got to talking to Mr. Abner." Daddy
looked at me. I wasn't sure if he could tell that something had chanced,
he just had a different look in his eye.

     "So did you get Brenda?"

     "Yeah," I said as I showed him my sack. Daddy walked over to me. "Is
everything ok angelpuss?"

     "Yes daddy," I told him, "I'm just so very tired. Is it ok if I go
to bed now?"

     "Uh, yeah, of course angelpuss." I wrapped my arms around my daddy
and kissed him on the cheek. For the first time I was aware that my
daddy was a sexual being. "Good night Debbie," he said and then he
swatted me on the tushie. I giggled and ran up the stairs, quickly
dressing for bed.

     "Good night Daddy," I said softly and drifted off into that sleep
that young girls have. "I love you," was the last thing I remembered
before my body shut down for the night.


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Author's Note:  By now just about everyone in the West is familiar with
the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood".  It was always a favorite of
mine because of the thinly veiled sexual themes rampant throughout I
couldn't help giving it my own special treatment!  I hope you enjoy!



I grew up in a small cottage that nestled just outside a small village
on the edge of a vast ancient forest. I lived alone with my mother and
had never known my father.  When questioned, all mother would ever say
about him was that he'd been a wandering rogue with a charming tongue.
About 10 miles away, in a cabin buried in a small glen deep in the
forest itself, lived my mother's mother.  She had retreated there many
years before, after my grandfather had died, leaving the house near the
village to my mother and I.  She'd said she couldn't take all the bustle
of village life and the constant prying of nosy neighbors any more.  I
loved her house, a simple wooden structure with 2 rooms completely
surrounded by trees and rustling wildlife.  In the summer, shy woodland
blossoms would cluster right up to the foundations and the birds
competed with crickets and cicadas for vocal supremacy.  I'd often run
errands for both women back and forth over that winding forest path.

I enjoyed such journeys and usually took my time about getting from one
house to the other.  I'd idle along the track, smelling the flowers and
daydreaming.  Mother often scolded me for these dreamy wanderings but
Grammy just chuckled, hugged me to her and called me "cloudy girl".
Most of the villagers called me "Little Red" for the scarlet hooded
cloak I wore.  I wore it everywhere and in almost every season.  My
Grammy made it for me with the highest degree of loving care.  It was
woven of the softest fur from rabbits she had hand raised.  The scarlet
dye was ruinously expensive, especially out in the rural hinterlands
where we dwelled.  She labored lovingly over every detail in its making
and presented it to me for my 11th birthday.  It was the most precious
thing I possessed and it rarely left my person.

The spring that saw me turn 14 was a slow gentle warming of the
seemingly endless winter that had held both village and wood in the icy
grip of hardship.  Mother, like Grammy, was a skilled weaver and dyer of
cloth.  Her goods were much in demand that season, when the Spring Faire
opened and the far-traders came.  I'd always enjoyed watching the give
and take of the hard bargain, and Mother was among the best in the land
at this crucial game. She showed much skill at haggling, a skill as
important as the one she employed to craft her cloth.  Many of the
traders were familiar from visiting our Faire year in and year out, but
there were always new faces to see, new names to savor.  That year was
no exception.  The joy of greeting old friends, mingled with the
excitement of encountering exotic strangers and the exuberance I felt
was overwhelming.  My sapphire eyes sparkled and my wide smile dazzled
as I flitted from booth to booth to see who and what the warm spring
breezes had blown into the village.

I had just coquettishly flipped back my long black hair and was flirting
a response over one shoulder to the teasing of a village boy called Finn
when I suddenly and unexpectedly ran straight into a solid living
obstacle.  Startled and embarrassed I began to gasp an apology when my
eyes locked with a warm glowing amber gaze and my voice froze in my
throat.  Long hair of brindled brown and gray tumbled over wide
shoulders and spilled down the broad expanse of a leather-clad chest.
Those eyes pierced mine and I felt naked suddenly.  My breath was
strangling in my throat as two powerful hands gripped my shoulders and
steadied me, bringing my body against his.  I could feel his heat
burning through the thin linen of my skirts and the heavier wool of my
bodice.  My scarlet cloak billowed around us before the wind twined us
both in its folds, our bodies pressed together from chest to knee.

I stared up at him helplessly, trapped in that burning gaze.  His voice
reached my ears and resonated down my spine. "Careful little one, you
might damage yourself and that would indeed be a crime."

"P-p-pray f-forgive me my clumsiness good sir, I did not note thee."  I
stuttered, most unlike my usual confident self.

He smiled a strangely lupine grin.  "I noted thee fair damsel, indeed
such beauty would be hard to miss."

He held me to him for another long moment before slowly stepping back
and releasing his grip on me.  I stood there, dumbstruck staring at him,
strangely mesmerized by the almost feral air about him.  He was dressed
in deep gray leather breeches and jerkin, a full-sleeved tunic of a
lighter hue and high boots of charcoal deer hide.  A rapier hung from a
black baldric slung easily across his across left shoulder and chest.
The hilt of the blade was well worn and had obviously seen much use.  A
newer looking dagger casually rode his left hip.  He was tall, at least
6 feet of lean muscles and tough sinew.

I watched as he walked away and saw he moved with an oddly graceful
lope, even while moving slowly through the Faire crowd, almost as if he
was running in slow motion.

Suddenly I remembered to breathe.  Finn was now at my elbow, sullenly
questioning me.  "Who was that then, huh?  Rain, who was that?"  The
familiar sound of my name framed by Finn's voice brought me back.

I shook my head impatiently, "A stranger, like so many others here
today.  How should I know who he was?"

"Well, you two looked pretty cozy there for a moment, real friendly."

I blushed to the roots of my hair, which was something I hadn't done
since I was 10 years old.

"Oh, Finn, he was just catching me so I wouldn't fall down, it was
nothing."  But still I stared after the tall, handsome stranger for a
long time after the swirling crowd had swallowed him.  I casually
searched the Faire for him during the remainder of that afternoon, but
he was nowhere to be found.

I returned home with Mother that evening, and was haunted by the image
of his face, the sound of his voice.  I could clearly see how each bone
angled under the skin of his cheeks, jaw and chin and the way the soft
looking spill of his long hair had rippled over his shoulders.  Despite
the gray so liberally scattered through his hair, he hadn't looked to be
above 35 summers of age.  The skin of his face had been burned almost
bronze by the sun but the wrinkles in that face where few and far
between. He'd been arrestingly handsome and compellingly.masculine. I
went to sleep that night with his face floating before my eyes, his gaze
burning hotly and his husky voice rasping "such beauty" over and over
again.

The following day I returned to the Faire with my mother and I could not
help but search the crowded stalls for the tall, brindle-haired figure
that had haunted my dreams the night before.  I searched for him in vain
for the next three days.

Finally on the last day of the Fair, during the increasingly frenetic
thrust and parry of bid and counter I spotted him lounging casually
against a stall post.  He was staring at me, his eyes seeming not to
blink.  My breath caught in my throat as my eyes were caught and pinned
by his.  My entire body stilled before a sudden rush of sensation that
flooded through me in a fantastic wave.  Fire rushed through my veins
and heat swept over my skin, flushing the ivory velvet with deep rose.
A tingling shot along my nerves and ended in a strange pulsing between
my legs.  The nipples of my budding breasts stiffened into tight hard
peaks and before I could grasp what was happening I felt a deep
convulsive shuddering that started deep in my belly and rippled outward
taking in the entirety of my body before its ravaging tidal wave
receded.  I became aware of the hot fluids seeping down my thighs,
dripping from my feminine center.

He grinned at me then and made a small beckoning motion with his hand.
I obeyed and moved toward him on shaky legs.  By the time I reached him,
the hot flood down my legs had reached my ankles and began to seep into
my shoes curling down around my insteps and pooling under the arch of
each foot.  Tremors were still quivering through my body like rings in a
pond after the thrown stone has sunk from sight.  He continued to smile
while keeping my gaze captive.

"Hello again, little one.  I see you noted me this time."  My normally
loose tongue felt strangely heavy all of a sudden.

"Yes, I have noted thee."

His gaze grew hot.  "Yes, so I saw.  Did you miss me?"

I couldn't answer in words as my tongue was now frozen.  I nodded slowly
and felt myself blushed fiercely.

"I-I-I.l-looked for you.  I did not see you."  He chuckled, the deep
throaty sound sending another thrill through my sensitized body.

"I was not there to be seen, child.  Tell me little one, are you old
enough to bleed yet?"  I blushed even hotter at this boldness but nodded
my head anyway.

"F-for more than a y-year now."  His smile widened, taking on a feral
gleam, his eyes glowing brightly from within.

"Your true name is Rain, is it not, Little Red?"  I was wearing my
treasured cloak once again and I resisted the urge to pull it round
myself protectively.  Again, I nodded.  "Your mother is Tamsyn Weaver?
Your grandmother is Reyalt?"

I whispered, "Yes."  He grasped my hand then and drew me closer.  My
feet obeyed his gentle urging.  He continued to tug me toward him while
he backed away.  I was unaware of the direction we were moving until I
found myself behind the stalls in a small alley.  He ceased to pull and
instead pushed me, pushed me right up against a rough wooden wall.  I
continued to stare helplessly into his piercing, controlling gaze while
I felt his hands on my hips.  He bent his head and captured my mouth
with his.  Our eyes remained locked even as he coaxed my lips apart and
slid his tongue into the warm moist cavern of my mouth.

I felt cool air on my legs and suddenly his hands were between my
thighs, his fingers gathering up the freely running moisture he found
there.  One hand slid higher and I felt his fingers on my mound, sliding
lower to part the lightly fuzzed lips and slip in between them.

"Spread your legs for me, Little Red."

Again, I found myself mindlessly doing his bidding as I widened my
stance and bent my knees, allowing him easy access to my secret grotto.
I gasped as I felt him slip a fingertip inside me.  My eyes widened as
the finger pressed deeper into my virginity.  He stopped when he met
resistance and growled low and deep in his throat, the sound so
animalistic it made me shudder all over.

I barely heard the rasp of his roughened voice in my ear, "Meet me in
the wood, two days hence and there I shall do thee wondrous mischief."
I did not comprehend his words or their meaning, but before I could
question him, he was gone.  I sagged back against the rough wall, for
once unheeding of possible damage to my treasured scarlet cloak.  After
several long, shuddering moments I began to straighten my clothes and
smooth my mussed hair.  When I emerged from the shadow of the
food-seller's stalls I had myself mostly under control.

As I lay in bed that night, I wracked my brains trying to understand
that last thing he had said to me before he vanished.  I knew it was
something about "the wood", but I could not recall the rest of his
throaty comments.  I sighed deeply and rolled over to sleep.

Dreams, shadowy and vague haunted my slumber and I woke with the bed
linen tangled around my body. I was damp with sweat and a hot flow of
excited juices coated my thighs.  A husky whisper was fading in my mind
and I scrambled to catch the elusive words, ".mischief in the woods."

The sharp claws of my mother's cat dug into my arm at that crucial
moment, distracting me and scattering the nebulous memory of the dream.
"Ouch!  Misty.you little.go on, get!"  I tossed the soft gray creature
towards the loft ladder and sighed, wracking my brains one last time in
a vain effort to recall the dream.  I knew it had been about him, I just
couldn't remember what happened.

Growling in frustration, I levered myself out of bed and began my daily
ritual of bathing and dressing.   Mother sent me to the village with a
list of supplies for both her and Grammy, and it took most of the day to
obtain all the goods and arrange for their delivery.  My eyes swept
every familiar sight, seeking obsessively for a tall brindle-haired
figure but he was not to be seen that day.

I stopped in at the Inn of the Green Man and discretely questioned a
friend that worked there about the compelling stranger.   Molly was a
coarse and loud slut but had a kind heart and a wonderful sense of
humor.  I'd liked her since I was old enough to toddle away from my
mother and into the common room where Molly was already established in
her trade.  Ten years later I had come to regard her as a dear friend
and surrogate sister.

"A tall 'andsome man with gray and brown 'air?  Never say ya mean Master
Wolf?"  I described him as he'd appeared the day before and Molly nodded
her curly yellow head.  "Aye, that'd be him.  Cor, 'e's a right 'andsome
devil is Ambrose Wolf an' no mistake.  Ah lassie, don' go sniffing
'round that 'edge, yer bound ta be stuck by those thorns.'e's a
dangerous man fer tha likes o' ya.  Stick ta tha good village lads,
ye'll nah go wrong wi them."

I left the Inn and headed back home, hugging the name to me.
"Ambrose.Wolf.Ambrose Wolf." I decided that his last name suited him
very well, a Wolf indeed.  Those flaming amber eyes glowed before my
inner eye and I could feel his mouth on mine, our lips sucking at each
other's, our tongues lashing and our breath mingling, as our eyes
remained locked together in a dance just as intricate as our oral
minuet.  I could feel his hands on my hot damp thighs, feel them
skimming over the soft flesh of my nether lips and feel his finger just
piercing the hot wet opening to my inner being.  I began to shudder as I
made my way home in a dreamy half-trance of sensual pleasure.  When I
reached my mother's cottage there was a hot wet river of creamy juice
trailing down my thighs and calves.  I didn't want my mother to know
about that wonderful indiscretion at the Faire and so I kept my mouth
shut about what I'd found out from Molly.

That night I had the same torturously elusive dreams and woke up with a
frustrated growl, the dream already fleeing capture.  Only the phrase,
".mischief in the woods." trailed through my mind but I was unable to
ken its meaning.  I washed and dressed slowly that day, heavy-eyed from
my restless slumber.

When I finally slipped downstairs it was to find my mother packing a
large basket full of provisions, most of which I had bought the day
before.  "Rain, honey, I need you to take this stuff to Grammy's today,
do you mind?"  I brightened at her words. It had been weeks since I'd
seen Grammy and I'd been missing her.   I shook my head, "I don't mind,
Mamma.  I'd love to see her and the day fair bids to be a lovely one for
walking the woods."

"It's still a little cool out, love, best take your cloak along, and for
heaven's sake don't dawdle the day away."

I ignored this stricture like always and took my time meandering along
the damp forest roadway.  It had rained recently and the ground was
moist and springy under my feet as I wandered along in a dreamy daze,
just enjoying the warming breezes.  The birds were singing and the sun
was trickling through the trees, splattering all over the leaves
carpeting the forest floor.  I dreamed of "my Wolf" as I walked along,
but I was still aware of the many woodland creatures as I passed.

Most of them ignored me, going about their own business and leaving me
to go about mine.  I was almost half way to Grammy's when I noticed a
strange quiet amongst the denizens of the wood.  I looked around, but
didn't see anything in the vicinity, so I shrugged and continued on my
way.  There was a faint rustling along the path ahead, but it seemed to
be heading away from me and I barely noted it.

The sun was warming up the air around me and it was promising to be an
unseasonably hot day.  My scarlet cloak was becoming too warm so I took
it off and carried it over my arm.  I shook out my long black hair and
felt it cascade down my slender back.    I loosened the laces on my
bodice and wriggled my chemise down until my shoulders and the tops of
my budding breasts were bared to the warm air.  I decided I would stop
at the pond that lay in a clearing not far from my destination.  A swim
in the cool water would feel nice.

When I reached the small pool, I slipped off my shoes and began to
leisurely strip down to my skin.  I enjoyed the warm breeze and the cool
lap of the water against my toes.  I ran my hands down over my skin,
enjoying the freedom of being completely naked.  I looked at my
reflection in the quiet water and noted that I'd developed some more
curves over the winter.  My breasts were beginning to round, ripening
toward a peach like fullness.  My hips had begun to curve gently out
from my narrow waist and there was the softest of downy peach fuzz
shading my silky pussy.  My skin was pale and smooth and velvety to the
touch.  I slid into the cool silky water and reveled in the feel of it
against my naked skin, enjoyed the glide of it against the tightly
furled petals of my burgeoning womanhood.

As I floated on my back, I let the exciting memories of my encounter at
the Faire two days before fill my mind.  Lost in this dreamy state, I
did not notice that the strange stillness in the air had returned.
After a long time spent daydreaming in the water, I became aware of the
sensation of being watched.  I rolled over and began to tread water
while I looked all around the small clearing, searching for the source
of that feeling.  Again, I could see nothing.  I was nervous of coming
out of the water while being observed, but I also felt vulnerable there,
naked and wet.

A faint rustling to my left sent me swinging in that direction but it
was merely a small rabbit nosing around the tender green shoots poking
up through the damp leaves at the foot of a large oak. I relaxed a bit.
I swam to shore and waded out of the water.  I looked around again but
my immediate surroundings remained empty, but for me and the bunny.  I
shook my head and smiled at my own nervousness.  I'd wandered these
woods since my earliest memories, and I had never been afraid of them
before, so it would be silly to be scared now.  I lay down on a patch of
soft green moss and fanned my hair around me to dry.  I reveled in the
feel of the sunshine bathing me in warm golden light.

With my eyes shut I began to daydream about him once again.  My breath
quickened and my skin began to flush.  That wonderful tingling started
again, zinging through my nipples and the flesh between my thighs.  The
little bud of my clit stiffened and throbbed.  I couldn't help spreading
my legs and bringing my fingers down to massage the hot wet flesh that
was burning and pulsing so madly.  I slipped my fingers into the slick
wet opening that led into my depths.  I felt my muscles contract and the
tight wet tunnel squeezed around my questing fingers.  I gasped and
pumped my fingers in and out for several minutes, groaning at the
unexpected pleasure.  I imagined the fingers belonged to him, that he
was exploring me once again.

So lost in my pleasure was I that I never noticed the shadow that fell
across me, nor did I sense the man kneeling down beside me.  I only
became aware of another presence when his hand grasped my wrist and
pulled my fingers from my body.  My eyes popped open and my jaw dropped
in shock.  It was he!

"Wolf!"  The name slipped from my lips before I could stop it.  He
grinned that feral lupine smile, his amber eyes aflame.

"You've been asking after me, haven't you Little Red?  Were you anxious
to see me?  You knew when I would come, knew where I would be today and
you came, didn't you?  You couldn't resist my call."

As he spoke my eyes were hungrily devouring him.  He was as naked as I
and I drank in the sight of his lean muscled body.  His skin was fair,
though not as light as mine, and a scattering of gray and brown hair was
sprinkled over his torso arrowing down to a point just above the tangle
of curls that surrounded his magnificent manhood.  I stared at it,
unable to tear my fascinated gaze from the sight of the first erect cock
I'd ever seen.  I'd seen most of the village boys naked at one point or
another as we grew up together and I'd glimpsed the straining bulges in
the breeches of a few excited men as I learned the subtle arts of
flirtation, but I'd rarely ever seen a naked adult male before, and I'd
never seen one in a state of arousal.

He chuckled and the sound made me look back to his face.  I blushed
deeply but still couldn't find my voice.  "I.uh.I." He laughed even
louder and the sound seemed to shudder right through me.  He let my
wrist go and dipped his own fingers between my hot wet lips.

Gasping loudly, my eyes widened, still staring helplessly into his.
"Were you thinking about me, Little Red?  Is that why you're so hot and
wet and throbbing?"  I still couldn't answer, so I just nodded instead.
He leaned down to me and claimed my mouth with his.  His lips were warm
and soft against mine.  When I twined my tongue around his, he tasted of
smoke, salt and wine.  The combination was heady and addictive and I
wanted more.  I felt him lower his body against mine and I began to
tremble as his heated length pressed me down into the soft, springy
moss.

Fitting his body between my spread thighs, I became aware of his
hardened cock brushing against my wetness.  Suddenly I was seized by a
frantic need to have his hard flesh inside me, to feel him fill up the
aching void that had never known anything but emptiness.  I writhed
against him and tried to impale myself on his rod.  He teased me by
pulling back as I pressed forward.  I whimpered in frustration, the need
burning me up inside.  He lifted his head and stared into my eyes as he
brushed his heated hardness up and down the full length of my pussy.

I bit back the words struggling to find their way out of my throat.  He
continued to brush the tip of his cock up and down my lightly furred
opening without making any attempt to penetrate me.  I groaned loudly
and tried once again to force him to me but this time he drew even
further back and I cried out in protest, my hands tugging at his
shoulders, trying to coax him back.

"What is it, Little Red, what do you want?  Tell me.tell me or you won't
get it."

"P-p-please!"  I shuddered deeply, gasping for air and moaning from
desire.

"Please what?"

"Oh, God! Please, please I need you.I need this.I.oh God!"

He brought his fingers back to play with my clit and I squealed and
bucked against his hand, clinging to his shoulders for support.

"What, little girl?  What is it that you need me to do?"

My breathing was ragged, short panting gasps punctuated by deep groans
and high-pitched whimpers.

"Please, please I need you inside me, please!"

"What is it you need inside you, little girl?  What?  Say it, tell me
what you need so badly!"  He was rubbing his cock all around my slippery
hole now, pulling away if I tried to lean into him.

"Please!  Please, I need your cock!  I need your cock inside me!
Please, please, please!"

Finally he slipped the tip of his hardened flesh within my desperately
clenching pussy.  I groaned aloud in pleasure when he finally thrust
forward and his cock muscled past my maidenhead as it plunged deep
inside my wildly aroused body.  The pain was fleeting, inconsequential
when compared with the exquisite, delicious feeling of being completely
filled by a man for the first time in my life.  I shut my eyes to savor
the feeling.

"Look at me, Rain!"

His command was delivered roughly, as if he was not entirely in control
of himself.  My eyes flew open and met his once more.

"Don't close your eyes, I want to see what you're feeling."

He slowly withdrew his cock, almost to the very tip, before slowly
sliding its full length back inside my clutching, grasping cunt.  For
the first few slow strokes, I simply lay under him, marveling at the
incredible sensations of his flesh in mine, the delicious stretching of
my inner walls, the hot friction of skin rubbing skin, the exciting
squelching sounds made by his rhythmic penetration.  Instinct took over
and I began to thrust my hips in time with his, lunging up to meet him
on every downward stroke of his loins.

"Yes, that's it Little Red, move with me.yes.like that.oh God, so
tight.so wet.so hot."

Our eyes remained locked together even as his rhythm changed and sped
up, his strokes turned to lunges, each movement harder, reaching deeper
than the one before.  My moans turned to whimpers, whimpers became a
keening wail and finally the wail spiraled into a scream as my throbbing
body snapped taut and began to convulse as wave after wave of unbearable
pleasure washed over my entire being.

I bucked out of control, writhing and arching my back wildly as he
grabbed my hips in his powerful hands and continued to pound into me
with a savage feral passion.  I could hear his growl as his thrusts
became even more powerful each one jerking me along the ground.  I felt
small rocks and twigs scraping against my back and buttocks as the force
of his mighty lunges powered me over the ground.

I didn't care, I was just as wildly inflamed.  I clawed at his back with
my fingernails and took whatever flesh of his I could between my
gnashing teeth, leaving marks along his arms and shoulders.  I shuddered
to another orgasm as I bit down on his neck and screamed into his flesh.

His cock continued to piston in and out of my greedy, grasping pussy and
his face was twisted with animalistic passion.  The sweat was pouring
off him, running down his chest and arms.  I licked at the salty fluid
as my teeth ravaged over him.  Shudders wracked me and I continued to
wail and whimper in ecstasy, his plunging cock forcing me to explode yet
again.  His growl became a howling as he slammed his hips forward one
last time and began to shudder against me.  I felt his heat fountain
deep within me as my pussy continued to spasm around his jerking cock.

He stayed like that for a long moment, his face twisted, his body
wracked by small convulsions and his hoarse voice deepening into a soft
growl once again as he fought to regain his breath.  I wrapped my arms
around him and pressed my trembling body tightly to his.   He took me
with him as he rolled over onto his back.  I sprawled boneless across
his chest and lay my head on his shoulder.

My fingertips stroked over his hot, damp skin in feather light caresses
while my lips trailed languidly along his collarbone.  He tensed
slightly under my explorations and I looked up to see him watching me
closely.

"Rain, had you ever heard my name before this week?"

I shook my head.  "No, never. Why, have you been here before?"

This time he nodded, "Once before, oh many years ago, before you were
born."

I looked at him, slightly puzzled.  "How do you know when I was born?"

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm.  "You are not the only one to ask
questions around the village, Little Red."  My smile was wide.  "Ah, the
big bad wolf's been sniffing round the spring lamb has he?"

I expected another laugh or at least a smile in return for my teasing,
but instead his eyes dimmed slightly, his expression sobered.

"A lamb indeed, Little Red.  When I first beheld you I thought you a
light target, a wench at least acquainted with the village boys, but it
falls that this was not so."

I frowned at him.  "Why should that matter?  You made me no promises and
I make no claims upon you."

He shifted underneath me and his eyes evaded mine for a moment.  "I did
not think it would matter either, but I find I feel differently now that
the deed is done.Rain.I don't know if I should." his voice trailed off,
his eyes seemed far away.  Then, as if coming to a decision, he shook
his head.  "Never mind, it is of no moment.  Tell me child, you live
with your mother in that cottage by the forest's edge?"  I nodded.
"What happened to your father?"

I shrugged before replying,  "I never knew him."  I saw him wince and
stilled my hands.  "Is something wrong?  Are you all right?"

He smiled somewhat ruefully.  "Yes Little Red, I'm just fine."

I levered myself up off his chest while sliding down his body until I
was sitting over him, my legs astride his narrow waist, my naked pussy
rubbing his belly.  I grinned down at him and watched his eyes kindle
again and begin to flame.  His callused hands skimmed up my body to cup
the shallow swell of my firm breasts.  I gasped as his thumbs rubbed
over my sensitive nipples.

His hands urged me down and I braced myself on my hands and leaned over
him while his mouth closed over one breast, his hand still fondling the
other.  I moaned as he sucked hard on the nipple, lashing it with his
tongue then nibbling softly with his sharp teeth.  I trembled all over
at this new thrilling pleasure, eager to have more.

I threw back my head and arched my back, pressing my tit further into
his mouth.  He responded by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me
down on top of him.  He sucked hard, taking my entire breast into his
mouth then dragging his mouth backward releasing my swelling flesh
little by little until his lips and teeth were centered around the
nipple once again.  He nipped harder and I cried out in shock at the
sting, immediately moaning in pleasure as his tongue bathed away the
tiny hurt. His tongue flickered back and forth over the tip of the
hardened bud and I shuddered against him, lost in the heady sensations
coming from my tortured nipple.  He switched his attention to my other
breast and gave it the same treatment.   He held me above him, his
powerful arms supporting my weight easily and began to rapidly move his
mouth back and forth between both tits, his teeth nipping harder and
tugging more roughly as each moment passed.

I heard the low growl rumbling in his throat and shivered at the savage
sound.  He seemed so primal, so feral to me, more like a wild creature
than a civilized man.  The thought excited me and I squirmed in his
grip, my dripping pussy hungry to have him deep inside once again.

I whimpered and writhed and finally found my voice to plead with him.
"Please.oh please, I need you inside me again, please, please I need
your cock!"

His growl rumbled louder, the sound conveying his passion and approval.
I stared into his eyes as he held me still above him.

"Beg me to fuck you little girl, go on, say those words, say 'Please
fuck me, Wolf, fuck me hard!' If you don't beg I won't do it!"

I looked deep in his flaming amber eyes and begged.  "Please fuck me
Wolf!  Fuck me hard, please, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me my Wolf!"

With a sharp howl he slammed me down on his hard cock.  I screamed as I
felt his thickness rammed deeply into me.  I lost control instantly and
shuddered to an immediate orgasm.  I bucked wildly atop him, grinding my
clit down against his pubic bone and writhing around frantically.  His
hips were pumping up and down; his hands on my shoulders forced me down
to meet each deep penetrating thrust of his mighty cock.

I was wailing a sharp keening cry of pleasure as I rode him, bucking
wildly and grinding my hips in a circular rotating motion trying to
force as much of his shaft inside me as I could.  My body began to
convulse sharply, the shudders wracking my slender frame, as orgasm
after orgasm crashed through me, each one coming so fast on top of the
other that there was no pause in between.

I gasped frantically, trying to drag air into my lungs as my entire
being clenched in almost painful ecstasy.  I was barely aware of his
groans and growls of pleasure, only dimly heard his voice, "That's it
slut, ride my cock, take it!  Take it all little girl, that's it take my
cock!  Fuck, fuck, fuck! Call me Daddy, little girl! Beg your Daddy to
fuck you!"

I screamed aloud and started shouting, "Yes Daddy!  Fuck me Daddy!  Fuck
your little girl harder!  Fuck me hard Daddy! Please Daddy! Fuck your
little girl!"

He growled loudly and began to ram up into me even harder, his hands
bruising my shoulders as he slammed them down with incredible force.

"Yes! That's it, take your Daddy's cock little girl, fuck your Daddy so
hard, so good.  Such a good little slut!"

I was on fire, my mind blank with unbearable pleasure, unable to think,
only to feel as I rode my Wolf deep in the heart of the forest.

I became aware of his rhythm breaking, his thrusts becoming frenzied and
jerky as his control snapped and he howled out his own orgasm.  His
hands grabbed my hips and he rolled me under him slamming deep within me
one last time before he erupted deep inside me in a hot flood of creamy
cum.  He collapsed on top of me for a moment before rolling over and
pulling me across his chest.  As I lay shuddering against him, I
listened to the pounding of his heart in his chest and licked at the
moist sweat beaded up on his warm skin.

We lay in silence for a long time, recovering from our wild passion.  I
remember thinking that I never wanted to let him go.  True, I had no
claim on him, had received no promises nor even words of affection but
the longing to be at his side was there in my heart nonetheless.  I
noted the lowering sun with a deep regret, knowing that our interlude
must all too soon be ended, as I could not fail to show at my Grammy's
house.  Then a little part of me wondered, "Why not?  She doesn't know I
am coming today and mother wouldn't miss me for the night, thinking I am
at Grammy's."

Wolf's voice intruded on these thoughts.  "Little Red, the day is fading
and you have some place to be."  I whined wordlessly in protest and he
chuckled.  "Would you spend the night in the woods with the Big Bad
Wolf?  That's very dangerous little girl, it may be that I shall do thee
some mischief!"

I grinned,  "Would you please?  I'd like that very, very much!"  He
looked down at me for a long moment and nodded.  "Let me away for a
moment, it may be that the night will grow colder."  He left me for
several long minutes before returning with his clothes, a rucksack and a
large blanket.  He wrapped me in the blanket while he set about building
a fire.

I spent that night under the stars, deep in the forest wrapped in the
arms of my big bad Wolf.  Morning came late for us the next day.  I woke
to find myself still held tightly in Wolf's arms.  He was already awake,
and when he saw that I was as well, he smiled.  He gave me a long
lingering kiss before pulling back to look long and hard at my face.

"Little Red, you told me that you never knew your father, does that mean
he died when you were young?"

I shrugged. "I don't know if he's dead or alive, I don't even know who
he was."

He looked at me sharply.  "What do you mean?  Surely he was your
mother's husband."

I shook my head.  "No. Mama never married."

He stiffened and a look of complete shock came over his face.  He
whispered hoarsely, "What do you mean she never married?  I know for a
fact she was engaged the last time I came here."  Now it was my turn to
be puzzled.

"I never knew that.  Mama always said that after one bad experience, she
never wanted anything to do with men again.  She never said she was
engaged.  Whom was she engaged to?"

His mouth seemed to work soundlessly for a moment.  "Weaver, I thought
she married a weaver.  How is it that her name is now Weaver when she
used to be called Gillson?"

"Oh, that.  Well, that's what Mama is, a weaver.  And she's very, very
good at it." He looked stunned.  "Wolf, what is it?  What's wrong, tell
me!"  He shook his head dazedly.

His next words were slow and measured, "Who did she say your father was,
child?"

I repeated what my mother had always told me, "She said he was a
charming rogue with a lying tongue."

I could see he was thinking hard over what I said but I had no idea why
it would disturb him so.

"What's wrong?  Why does it matter who my father was?  Does it bother
you that I have no father?"  He shook his head and hugged me tight.
"You're a wonderful girl and it doesn't matter."  But he still looked
disturbed.

Wolf insisted that I go on to my grandmother's house before the sun
reached its zenith.  I washed in the pool and dressed reluctantly before
gathering up my basket to go.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely.  "I'll be back,
Rain.  Count on it.  For now, say nothing to your mother or
grandmother.  I'll deal with them. Now go."  He kissed me one more time,
our tongues tangling before he pushed away and strode off into the
woods.

I left with a heavy heart but soon, memories of the day before had me
smiling again, that and Wolf's promise to come back.  I arrived at
Grammy's in a buoyant mood and greeted her jauntily.  I delivered the
supplies and visited with her for several happy hours before turning my
feet back to the forest path and my mother's home.  When I got there my
mother met me with a hug then stood back looking at my glowing face.

"I gather you had a nice visit with Grammy?"

I nodded, "Oh yes, and the walk there was lovely."

She looked over at me, possibly alerted by some nuance in my voice that
I was unaware of.

"Oh?  Why was that?  Did anything.unusual happen?"

Some imp of mischief made me answer, "Well, I did see a wolf."

"Did you now?  That's unusual to see by day."  I nodded agreement but
said no more on the subject and she too let it drop.

Two days passed with no word from Wolf.  I dreamed of him at night and
daydreamed about him almost every waking moment.  My mother questioned
me about my distraction but I evaded her questions with questions of my
own.  I was remembering what Wolf had asked me about my father and also
his own reaction to my reply.  It got me thinking about how little I
knew about the man who'd given me life.  I wanted to know more so I
turned my mother's questions back on her.

"Who was my father?"

  "I told you, he was a wandering rogue, who told me a pack of lies."

"Yes, I know that, but I mean.what was he like?"

"A wolf, damn it!  He was a wolf in human form!  He found himself a
little girl in the woods and he devoured her whole, then spit her back
out!"

Her answer struck me hard. My face paled.  Had my Wolf not also found
me, a little girl, in the woods and devoured me?  Would I wind up like
my mother, all alone with a child to raise?  My hand dropped to my belly
unconsciously.  I had another week before I was due to bleed; would I
find myself with a child swelling there?  I tried to push the thought
out of my head.  I reminded myself that Wolf was going to return, he'd
told me so and I believed him.

"What is it Rain?  What's wrong?"  I looked up to see my mother staring
at me with a strange look of dread on her face.

I shook my head.  "I'm fine, Mama.  I was just a little shocked by what
you said."

"Is that all? You're sure?  Rain, honey, you know I love you.  Is there
anything going on I need to know about?"

I remembered Wolf's stricture to say nothing to my mother so I shook my
head.  "I'm fine Mama, nothing's wrong."

I looked up into her sapphire eyes, the same eyes that looked back at me
whenever I looked in a mirror.  There were tears there and a sad look of
loneliness on her face.  It occurred to me that although my mother was
still young and very beautiful, she'd never married, never allowed any
of the men of the village to court her.  She wasn't even thirty years
old and yet had seemingly chosen to entirely reject the company of men.

"Mama, did you love my father?  Is that why you never married?"

She broke down then and began to sob.  "Yes, I loved him and he left
me!  He said he'd come back but he never did!"  She told me how she'd
met a wildly handsome young man while she was out in the forest
gathering the plants her mother used to make dyes.  He'd sworn he was as
deeply in love with her as she was with him and she'd allowed him to
seduce her at their first meeting.

Many more assignations in the forest had followed.  The last time she
saw him, he swore that when he next returned it would be to take her
away to be married.  She'd waited and waited for months but with no sign
of his return her love turned first to agonizing pain, then to hatred.
She'd found herself pregnant within a week of that last meeting and when
he never returned to claim her she'd been forced to admit her condition
to her parents who were shocked and angered.

They were a prosperous couple with a high standing in the village and a
pregnant 14-year-old daughter was not going to enhance their status.
They demanded to know who the father was but she'd only known him by the
nickname he'd told her, nothing more.   Her mother had been supportive
once she got over the shock, but my grandfather never forgave Tamsyn for
it.  When he died only 3 years later, they still had never returned to
the warm relationship she'd grown up knowing.

I held my mother as she sobbed out her story and tried not to let the
similarities to my own situation fill me with dread.  When she finally
stopped crying I asked her the only question I had left.  "Mama, what
was my father called?"

"I only ever knew him as 'Wolf'," she replied.

I stiffened and began to tremble all over.  "Wolf, my father's name is
Wolf?"

She nodded and looked at me closely.  "Rain, what is it?  What's wrong?
I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry you never knew him."  She started to cry
again.  "Do you hate me for that?"

I looked up at her with stricken eyes.  I hugged her tight and shook my
head fiercely.  "Never Mama, I could never hate you."

I held her and tried to ignore the screaming match in my head.  No!
It's not possible!  It's just a coincidence!  He can't be my Father; I
love him!!!!

I frantically tried to convince myself that my Wolf and my mother's were
not the same man, but I knew in my heart that he was.  If nothing else
his shocked questioning of my parentage confirmed it for me.

I pulled away from my mother and told her I needed to be alone for a
while.  I grabbed my scarlet cloak and fled down the path into the
woods.  I fled deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest with tears
of confusion and pain streaming down my face.  I'd fallen in love with
my own father.  The same man who'd abandoned my mother and left her
heart-broken and pregnant 15 years before.

Then I began to remember what Wolf had told me about my mother being
engaged.  His shock to find she'd never been married.  Had he known he
was my father?  Did he realize it now?  I dried my tears and looked
around me.  I was more than three quarters of the way to my Grammy's
house and I decided that I might as well see her while I was here.  I
walked on with a thousand unanswered questions in my mind and my heart
aching for what I knew I could never have.

I heard shouting as I approached Grammy's cottage.  I started to run.
Hitting the door at top speed I burst in to find Wolf and Grammy
shouting at each other.

"You deceitful old hag!!  You stole my whole life!"

"I did what I thought was best for my daughter!  I didn't know you'd
already ruined her!"

"I didn't ruin her!  I loved her you nasty old Bitch!  You not only
stole Tamsyn damn it, you stole my daughter too!"

"You'll never be good enough for my daughter damn you!  Some filthy
wandering, shiftless no good, vagabond!  You don't even have a proper
name, damn your eyes!"

I stood there listening in shock.  Venom and hatred poured from Grammy's
mouth, her whole face twisted with rage.  I'd never heard her cuss in my
life but profanities and abuse spewed from her in a flood.  Wolf just
stood there and let her scream herself hoarse.

"You lied to me old woman, you lied to your daughter and you stole the
first 14 years of my child's life from me.  What do you think Tamsyn and
Rain are going to have to say about that?"

"Why don't you ask me?"  I said from the door.  They both spun around to
stare at me.  I walked further into the room and looked at my
grandmother.  Right now I couldn't trust myself to look at Wolf without
going to pieces.  I didn't want him to be my father, I'd never had a
father and didn't want one now.  I wanted my lover.  It was truly
beginning to sink in that I could never have that with him again and I
just couldn't face that knowledge.  I knew to look at him would be to
confirm that unwanted truth.

"Exactly what lies have you been telling us all Grammy?"

She avoided my eyes.   "Listen honey, I don't know what this man's been
telling you."

I cut her off.  "That man hasn't told me a thing, other than his name,
Grammy.  But my mother just got done telling me all sorts of things. Why
don't we talk about that?"

I couldn't stop myself from sneaking a look at Wolf.  His amber eyes
were fixed on me but he said not a word as my grandmother sputtered.

I looked back at her.  "Mother was just telling me how a man named Wolf
abandoned her and broke her heart when she was my age, Grammy.  She also
said she never stopped loving him and that's why she never married.
Now, you want to tell me your side of this story?"

I heard a choking sound from Wolf and I looked at him.  His jaw was open
and he looked as if he'd been struck from behind.  I looked away not
wanting to see what I knew would be there.  He was still in love with my
mother.  I could see it; I could hear it in his voice when he had
shouted at my grandmother.  I didn't want to think about what this all
meant for me.

My grandmother was vacillating.  "Tell me Grammy, just what lies did you
tell?  Did you tell my father that my mother was engaged to someone
else?  Did you let my mother think he'd just run off and left her when
you sent him away?  How about when you found out she was having me?  Did
you tell her then?  Did you go find my father so he could be with us?
Tell me!"  She drew herself up stiffly and began to speak.

"Yes, I did it.  This creature came to your grandfather and asked to
marry your mother. We hadn't raised our daughter to run off with the
first ne're-do-well that came along.  So we sent him on his way, told
him your mother was already engaged to a fine weaver and that they were
to be married the following month.  We'd hoped to make that a reality
but all our plans came to naught when Tamsyn turned up pregnant.  So we
held our heads high and moved on."

"Actually Mother, you may have moved on, but I certainly never did."  I
swung around to see my mother in the doorway.  She was staring at Wolf
with hungry desperate eyes.  My eyes sought Wolf and saw that he was
staring at her just as hungrily.

I stumbled to a seat at the table and sank down on it with shaking
knees.  I saw them move toward each other slowly.  When they met, they
stared at each other for a long moment. I'd never seen my mother look so
happy.  Suddenly they both reached out and wrapped their arms around
each other and held on with tears streaming down.

I looked over at my grandmother and saw that she had also collapsed into
a chair.  She was pale and trembling and looked badly shocked.  I really
didn't care at that moment.  I was fighting with myself to be happy for
my mother's sake.  She and Wolf were still clutching each other and
murmuring softly together.   I got up and slid out the door.  I couldn't
take watching the two of them any longer.

I headed into the woods and just let my feet wander.  When I came to the
edge of the pond, I looked up and realized that I was standing in the
same place where Wolf and I had lain just days before.  I sank down to a
crouch, wrapped my arms around my knees and began to rock back and forth
while the tears flowed down my cheeks and sobs wracked my body.

I'd never felt so alone in my admittedly short life.  I'd lost my
childhood, my dreams and my family all in one short week.  I sat there
crying for hours, my red cloak wrapped around me like the security
blanket it had always been.

Eventually I curled up on my side and fell into an exhausted sleep.  I
dreamed of Wolf, dreamed of his hands on my body, his mouth ravaging
over me, dreamed of his big cock stretching my tight pussy wide open.  I
woke with tears on my face and the sun hanging low in the sky.  A shadow
fell over me and I looked up into hot amber eyes.  I looked back down at
the ground and sat up slowly.

I looked at his feet and searched behind him for my mother.  "Where's
Mama?"

"She's gone home, I told her I would find you."

I nodded but still couldn't look at him.  I tried to wipe away the
moisture on my cheeks without him seeing, but it was a futile gesture
because more tears were already spilling from my eyes.

He knelt down on the ground next to me and pulled me around to look at
him.  "Rain, honey, I didn't know, I swear I didn't know you were mine
until you told me."

My stomach clenched and I began sobbing outright.  I kept my head bowed
and refused to look at him.  I had fallen in love with my own father.
My father was in love with my mother.   My mother still loved him.  They
still loved each other.  I wanted to be happy for them, I really did,
but all I could feel was miserable because I had no place in this.  I
could never have a normal father/daughter relationship with Wolf, I
could never feel that way about him.

"Rain, please!  For God's sake, look at me!"

I shook my head.  He put his finger under my chin and forced my head
up.  I closed my eyes while tears continued to stream from under my
tightly closed eyelids.

"Rain, please.talk to me!  Oh God!  Please talk to me, say something,
anything!"

I shook my head again, unable to speak, unable to tell him what I was
feeling.  I knew he was in love with my mother, I knew he was my
father.  He couldn't possibly be what I needed him to be and I couldn't
tell him any of this.

"Please!"

I could hear the desperation in his voice, but I was so convinced that
all he wanted was a daughter that I couldn't even respond to his
emotion.  He took his hands from me then and my stomach clenched in
agony again as I lost even that little bit of contact.

"I'm so sorry Rain.  I'm so sorry I did this to you.  I don't blame you
for hating me.  I didn't know you were my daughter, but that doesn't
excuse what I did.  I didn't mean to fall in love with you, Rain.  I
never meant to do that.  Oh God, what do I do?  I can't be just your
father, Rain!  I can't do it!"

My eyes flew open in shock.  I stared at him.  He was still kneeling in
front of me and I could see he was shaking all over, just as I was.
There were tears on his face and more were slipping from his beautiful
amber eyes.  But tears weren't all I could see in his eyes.  I could see
the same shaken hunger that was gnawing at my belly and clawing its way
out from inside me.  I can only guess what he read in my own sapphire
gaze but suddenly his arms were around me and his mouth was closing
fiercely over mine.

Each of us tore at the other's clothing in frantic need.  When we were
finally skin-to-skin Wolf pulled me under him and sank his shaft deep
inside me with one mighty thrust.  I screamed in joy and began
shuddering in an explosive orgasm immediately.  My hands clawed at his
back and my teeth latched onto his shoulder while he pumped his long
hard cock in and out of me with deliciously rough power-strokes.

I shuddered and convulsed again as another orgasm ripped through me.  My
pussy was milking his thick rod as he pounded me into the ground.  I
frantically bucked my hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust
and screaming in the ecstasy I'd been so convinced I'd never feel again.

His voice urged me on, rasping roughly in my ear, "That's it.oh
fuck.yes, God, yes!  Fuck me little girl, fuck me so hard, my sweet
little slut!"

I whimpered as I thrashed my body against him, following his rhythm,
squeezing him so tightly with my pussy.  Just as a third incredible
orgasm was rippling through me in spasms, he began to howl his own
release.  I ground myself against him as hard as I could, shuddering in
delight as I heard him shouting hoarsely in mindless pleasure. He came
down beside me on the ground and I was about to turn over and cuddle
into him when a soft hand closed around my hip and tilted me back again.

I looked up in surprise to see my mother kneeling beside me.  She'd left
her clothes in a pile beside ours and was sliding between my thighs as I
gaped soundlessly at her.  With a lovely smile on her lips, she dipped
her head between my thighs and I felt her tongue against my soft pussy.
I shivered as her soft tongue circled my clit and then dipped lower to
lap at the mingling of Wolf's cum and mine.

She hungrily sucked on my pussy, swallowing my cream and his, flickering
her tongue back and forth over my clit until I started to buck and
writhe under her touch.  She tongued me to orgasm and continued to lick
up the juice running out of my shivering pussy.  Eventually she lifted
her face, wet with my juices, from between my trembling thighs and
smiled beatifically at me.

I blinked at her, still in shock over this development and she crawled
up to snuggle against my side. Wolf moved closer until I was sandwiched
between the two of them.

My mother spoke first.  "Rain, love, your father told me what happened
between the two of you, told me that you'd fallen in love with each
other the same way he and I had.  I'll admit I had already had a
suspicion you'd met someone here, I just didn't know who it was until
this morning when I got to my mother's home and found you all arguing
inside.  It's ok honey; I'm willing to share if you are.  I love you
Rain and I want you to be happy."  She looked at Wolf then. "And I love
you, Wolf, I'd never take Rain away from you.  Do either of you mind
sharing with me?"

I lay there, with my mother to one side and my father/lover to the other
and I began to smile.  "I think I can live with that Mother, I wanted to
be happy for you both earlier, but I was just so sure I was going to
lose both of you that I couldn't be anything but miserable."

Wolf nuzzled my neck, nibbling softly on my ear while I felt mother's
fingers lightly grazing over my erect nipples.  I heard him sigh deeply
against my skin.  He lifted his head and smiled at us.   He looked at me
then and stared deeply into my eyes.

"I never thought I could ever love someone like I loved Tamsyn until
this breath-takingly gorgeous creature threw herself at me at the Spring
Faire.  I didn't even realize who your mother was for several days, and
then I determined that it didn't matter, I had lost her forever, but I
wasn't going to lose the love of my life a second time, no matter who
your parents were."  He laughed then.  "I never ever guessed I was one
of them!"  He looked at Mother again.  "Nor did I ever dream I could
ever get you back again, Tamsyn."

He shook his head.  "When I realized that I was your father Rain, I had
to leave for a few days and do some hard thinking.  I didn't want to
lose you both all over again and I couldn't see how I could possibly
have you both!  After 2 days of agonizing, I realized I had to try
though, I couldn't bear not to have either one of you."

I started giggling then.  My parents both looked at me enquiringly.
"May I call you Daddy now?"

They both laughed and Wolf's eyes began to flame again.  "Only if you
beg for it, Little Red!"



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