A pretty, sweetly innocent young girl is happily wending her way through a fragrant, sun-dappled wood. It’s Little Red Riding Hood! She is taking a basket of cookies to her grandma. As she walks along the forest path, she can feel a strange fullness that is not quite in her belly and not quite in her virgin vagina. Her budding nipples, which seem much more sensitive than ever before, are poking through the thin cotton material of her jumper in the chill of the spring evening. The petite maiden shivers even more when a breeze blows up the short jumper that falls just barely below her plump ass, chilling her young quim.
As she walks on, she begins to feel the presence of someone or something walking behind her.
Little Red Riding Hood turns and sees a large wolf loping along the trail. Seeing that she has stopped and is staring at him, he rises up and stands on his hind legs, towering above the young girl. Though she should be frightened, strangely, Little Red Riding Hood is not. He is such a handsome brute – broad muscular shoulders and a sculpted chest covered with beautiful black fur. The cunning wolf senses her ripeness and can detect the scent of her precocious menstrual blood. His eyes twinkle as he asks her where she is off to. She says she is going to her grandma’s house to bring her cookies and stay with her tonight. The sly wolf asks where grandma lives and when Little Red Riding Hood tells him, he says that it is still quite far from where they are now but maybe he will see her there later. “Would you like that Little Red Riding Hood?” She feels again the conflicting twinges of excitement and of fear – she has been warned about wily wolves. Despite those warnings, she says yes, she hopes he will come and visit them – she says she is sure he will like her grandmother.
The wolf gives her a very evil look and grinning, says, yes, he is sure he will like grandma very much. With that, he bounds off into the glooming forest.
Later when Little Red Riding Hood arrives at grandma’s, she finds the door is open but when she walks in and shouts “Grandma?” She is surprised to hear the wolf’s voice. “We’re in here dear”.
Little Red Riding Hood runs into her grandma’s bedroom to find the wolf in her grandma’s bed.
“Where’s my grandma?”
“She had to go to the village for something but she asked me to stay here to make sure you would be safe. Why don’t you crawl in here beside me, little girl?”
Little Red Riding Hood wavers. She knows she shouldn’t. She senses danger and something else as she looks into the wolf’s hungry liquid eyes. His smile reveals his sharp teeth and his beautiful long red tongue that he flicks back and forth suggestively over his up-turned lips.
“Come in here beside me and let me keep you warm – you look chilled, Little Red Riding Hood. Your nipples are hard – I can see them through your thin dress”
Little Red Riding Hood blushes. No one has ever looked at her this way or talked with her so crudely before. It ruffles and excites her in new and strange ways – she likes how it feels. Little Red Riding Hood slips in beside the wolf.
“Here, let me warm them up, a little” He smiles at her and begins to rub and pull, scratch and pinch her nipples through her jumper. Little Red Riding Hood makes a big sigh and shudders, “Oh Mr. Wolf this is sooo wrong – you shouldn’t touch me this way.”
“Really? Do you want me to stop?”
Little Red Riding Hood knows she should say yes, but she does not want to.
Giving no reply, Little Red Riding Hood rests her head on the wolf’s muscular chest and closes her eyes. It feels so VERY good and so VERY, VERY wrong. The wolf reaches down and pulls the hem of her jumper up revealing her white cotton panties which now have a growing rose-colored wet spot that covers her quivering quim. He moves the little girl down on the bed and, still playing with her nipples, he lowers his head to her panties and begins to lick them with his long warm wet tongue.
“OH! OH! OH!” moans Little Red Riding Hood. Her hips move involuntarily. Her panties and her virgin quim are sopping with wolf drool and her own new menstrual blood and secretions. All at once, the wolf begins to shred her panties with his razor-sharp teeth and soon his long tongue is lapping her clit and tunneling hungrily into the clotted menstrual blood of her unspoiled vagina.
Little Red Riding Hood is now in a frenzy of pleasure and anxiety.
“Mr. Wolf we must stop – Grandma could come back and catch us any minute!”
The wolf senses that he is dragging Little Red Riding Hood from the sweet innocence of childhood into the dark forest of puberty with its temptations and raw bestial urges. He quivers with excitement. He will now offer her a choice between decency and lust.
“Oh no she will NOT come to you little girl – not now or ever. I ate her before you came home.”
“Oh no! Not my grandma!” Little Red Riding Hood is horrified but she is also teetering on the edge of her first ever orgasm. She is confused and conflicted. What should she do?
“Little girl, l have the magic to bring her back if you want me to, but if I do, I will stop pleasuring you and you will never feel these good feelings ever again. Do you REALLY want me to stop and bring your grandmother back?”
The tortured girl is speechless in this moment of agonizing conflict. The intensity of the moment only increases when the wolf pulls his body completely over hers in 69 position and his tongue lashes both her pubescent cunt and her tightly puckered little asshole, mercilessly arousing and inflaming her so that her head begins to spin; she feels almost as if her small body were made up entirely of oozing orifices and a swollen, throbbing clitoris. In an instant, the poor girl feels the hard dripping cock of the wolf rubbing against her face. Its thick shaft is a beautiful glistening ruby red. Little Red Riding Hood can’t help herself. Wide-eyed and panting, she encircles it with one of her small hands and holds the wolf’s enormous cum-swollen balls in the palm of her other hand, marveling at their heft.
“Kiss it little girl – it wants you to kiss it. But poor girl, if you do, you will never see your grandma again.”
The young innocent’s dying Christian morality has not the power to contain Little Red Riding Hood’s newly birthed carnal appetites. She quivers one more time; she does not hesitate. Filled with shame and urgent desire, she takes the wolf’s throbbing member into her warm inviting mouth, sucking it lovingly, hungrily, like she once sucked her mommy’s tit, while her hands urgently kneed and coax the cum out of the wolf’s distended balls. As the first drops of his salty precum wet Little Red Riding Hood’s swollen lips, the wolf stiffens and growls menacingly, pulls her legs wide apart and impales her tight young quim on his immense lupine cock, tearing through her maidenhead and pumping hot jets of wolf cum into her tight tunnel. Vanished in an instant are all thoughts of her grandma’s gruesome fate or fear for life and limb. The young girl’s entire being is overcome and enveloped in the carnal pleasures of feral lust. Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf howl together with each of the wolf’s pitiless thrusts, as his cum and her blood boil out of her throbbing young cunt and pool in her dead grandma’s sheets.
As the wolf had warned, Little Red Riding hood never sees her grandma again. Soon she will understand that she is on the cusp of becoming a woman and she is about to leave behind many of the little girl activities, and places and people whom she loves – not just her grandma. And, in the end, she will understand that she MUST leave them so that she can fully embrace the freedoms and joys of big girls and womanhood. Tossing in her bed on waking from her troubled dreams and yearnings for the pleasures of the Wolf, Little Red Riding Hood will wonder: was it all a dream and the wolf and his forbidden temptations but a metaphor for the dangers, uncertainty and pleasures that surely await her on her impending, fearful, yet promising journey? Oh but WHAT a dream it was – A dream whose guilty pleasures Little Red Riding Hood will try to recapture for the rest of her days.