Little Red Ridinghood
(A story by Bros. Grim, slightly altered)
Anonymous
I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red
Ridinghood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only
remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German
story compiled by the Brothers Grim, along with a LOT of other
similar German "Fairy Tales."
When they compiled the stories into a book of tales for
children, in many places they took out some of the TRULY grim or
horrifying parts of some of the stories . . . after all, what
child is going to be happy after hearing tales of people being
disemboweled, or truly eaten alive? So the stories were
"bowdlerized" and "made suitable for children" by leaving out
some of the truly nasty scenes of some tales that were originally
passed on in families as methods to frighten little children into
obedience. Like Little Red Ridinghood got changed from its
original fanciful story of the origin of the lup-garue (that's
werewolf), into a tale intended to frighten little girls into
obeying their mothers.
Also, (besides many accidental mis-translations, like
Cinderella's fur slipper becoming a glass one) in many cases the
original meanings became considered to be "too mature" for
children . . . such things as what the "prince" did to "sleeping
beauty" or how the frog REALLY got changed back into a prince, or
what the prince did to "snow white" to resurrect the girl. (Or
for that matter, what an "innocent" 12-year-old princess REALLY
did for her keep in a house with seven diminutive bachelors.)
Even in the translation from the German to the English, this
trend continued, until the present versions of "Fairy Tales" are
almost bland and insipid in comparison to the original gory and
quite often bawdy stories that were the originals.
This very recent translation from the original German, is a
case in point. While the sentence-structure (trying to maintain
the original flavor of the story) is not what you might be used
to (especially in a fairy-story), it is closer to the German
original.
Some liberty has been taken in reconstructing parts of the
story-line though, as the original racy story was "toned down"
for children with almost as much liberty by the Brothers Grim,
who wanted to make it "acceptable" to the Victorian society it
was being published in. Besides, they wanted a book for
CHILDREN, not a porno-story for adults.
We however are adults; and think you will enjoy this NON-
bowdlerized (and even somewhat eroticized) version of the old
story, fully as much as we did.
Or at least, so we hope.
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At first the six-year-old little girl is reluctant, when her
mother calls her in from the playground. As soon as she hears
that she is to see her grandmother however, she becomes eager to
come in, because she likes this not-too-old woman very much.
When she spends time with her grandmother, she always has fun.
Quickly the mother has removed her child's jeans and dressed
her in a short skirt. A nice little red cape with matching hood
makes the slender blonde child look very neat. Granny had given
it to her some times ago; and since then she only is called
"Little Red Ridinghood" (as this is the type of cape that people
used to wear, when riding horses).
A basket with wine and cake is standing ready. The mother
gives last advice to the little girl; such as not to leave the
straightway, etc. The young woman sighs, because she knows quite
well, that these tips would be forgotten by her daughter very
quickly. Still, the way isn't far, and the little girl has been
to visit her grandmother many times before. The child raises to
her toes to get a good-bye-kiss and a loving pat on her firm
little behind; then she leaves.
Happily skipping, Little Red Ridinghood follows the way to
her grandmother's house, that leads into the wood after a curve.
Soon it's becoming rather dark, as the woods are deep and the day
is overcast. This causes the child to grow quiet and thoughtful.
She is very glad to see a little clearing, illuminated by a
sunbeam. Having a need to piss, the girl hurries off the
straightway to this spot without thinking of the admonitions she
got from her mother. She quiets her conscience with the idea of
picking some flowers to carry them to Granny.
Relieved, the girl squats herself on the forest floor, pulls
down her slip to her ankles, and lets spring the little golden
river. Just like a little muzzle the soft rosy crack distends
and produces a twirled foaming stream pattering on the forest
floor. But what a shock when the six-year-old rises and finds
herself vis-a-vis with a giant gray wolf. If she had not pissed
yet, the little girl surely would have wetted her slip then.
Frightened she turns around, stumbles out of her slip; the
garment remaining on the forest floor, and rushes away several
steps. The wolf's slow smooth voice calls her back.
"Well, well, Little Red Ridinghood, you need not be
frightened. I never would do you any harm."
Hesitatingly the little girl stops running. The wolf seems
so nice to her, that she turns around and starts chatting with
this beast. After some time the girl relaxes, but doesn't dare
to bend down to pick up her slip lying on the floor. While the
two unequal creatures talk, Little Red Ridinghood slowly
approaches the huge wolf. She tells him that she is on the way
to visit her grandma. By this time she has built so much trust
that she even dares to caress his dense gray fur. The wolf likes
this very much and settles down on the floor, growling
comfortably. The little girl throws herself cheering over this
shaggy fellow.
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"You like this, don't you?" she asks; while she tousles his
dense fur and slips to and fro on the pretty tame-seeming animal.
The wolf is rolled back and forth by the happy laughing child and
settles at last on his back. A quite strange sensation grows in
Little Red Ridinghood's naked belly rushing around on the wolf's
fur. Disheveling the coarse fur of the wolf's abdomen she
suddenly encounters a very stiff thing.
"What's this?" the little one wonders; closing her little
fingers around this growing item. The wolf has put back his ears
and gives himself over completely to her childish curiosity. His
penis has appeared out of the hairy sheath by the touches of the
child's little hands. Amazed, the little girl bends down close
to the hot thing, that she only can grab with both hands.
Curiously she examines the wolf's glans which is as big as her
fist, and approaches her little mouth hesitatingly, until her
tongue touches the taut orb. "That tastes funny!" she says; but
determinedly she opens wide her little mouth and slides it over
the animal's organ with effort. The wolf feels like he was
yanked up, when the little girl begins to suck with closed eyes
like a little calf at the udder. He starts pushing from his hind
legs, and his piece expands even more, as a thick ball expands in
the little girl's mouth until she can barely close her lips
around it. The eruption of wolfish semen takes Little Red
Ridinghood totally by surprise. With widened eyes, she swallows
hard the salty liquid; and sucks again for the next shot, until
the jumping source runs dry and the swollen ball shrinks enough
for her to remove her mouth from the organ without getting her
jaw out of shape. Smacking she licks her lips. "That tasted
awfully good!" she states; and leans back against the broad back
of the lying beast, as if she sucked the cum out of swollen
peters every day.
But suddenly she falls down on her back because the thankful
wolf wants to give back the benefit of the pleasure he enjoyed to
her; and has jumped to his feet. Little Red Ridinghood gets a
little bit scared, when the savage beast lowers his big head with
those sharp teeth to her little head. "Eeeeeeh!" she screams
laughing, when the wet coarse tongue drives over her face and
neck. But when the wolf licks into the notch of her shirt and
reaches her little nipples, the child becomes very quiet and
closes her eyes. The wolf turns around over the little body so
that his hind legs stand at both sides of her head. Then he
lowers his head to her naked belly. The child jumps when it
feels the first tongue-stroke at her little naked cunny.
Gasping, the girl extends her body and stretches it against the
wolf's tongue. Again and again the wolf leads his coarse tongue
along the little slit, from the crinkled bumhole to the swelling
clit. Little Red Ridinghood has closed her eyes firmly; and
trembles with her whole body when her little joy-button is
brought up by the wolf's tongue. And when the beast dips the tip
of his tongue into the girl's tiny entrance, she pants and jumps
in shocks; experiencing the first orgasm of her young life.
Patiently the wolf keeps on licking. Moaning, the child bites
her fist, when she sees directly over her the wolf's newly
extended rod. Panting she grabs it and sucks on it hectically,
while more orgasms shake her little body.
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The wolf enjoys this very much and extends his efforts
causing the child to run out of control. This time, when the
animal's sperm shoots down her throat, the little girl swallows
eagerly; and screams and struggles with her slim little legs to
give air to her lust; almost swallowing the swollen member
itself; as this time she doesn't stop sucking until the ball has
shrunk inside her little mouth, and the stiff member begins to
retreat into its furry sheath.
Exhausted the big savage beast and the little girl are lying
together. The child has slung her little arms tightly around the
coarse fellow; giving him many kisses on his muzzle. Her red
hood having slipped from her fine blonde pigtails; she fixes it
again.
"Actually Mother says I mustn't leave the straightway," she
explains her departure to her newfound friend. "But then I never
would have met you, my beloved wolf!"
"That really would have been a shame!" grumbles the wolf, to
whom the six-year-old girl has given a special joy.
"Now I must go on to my grandmother. Thank you so much,
dear wolf!" Thoughtfully she strokes over her little wet shining
belly and picks up her slip. Then she grabs the basket and jogs
along the way to her grandmother's house.
Now the wolf has only gotten his appetite whetted by this
sweet little child's mouth; and takes a shortcut to the way the
child has described to him, across the darker forest and deeper
woods where she can't go, in big jumps and reaches the
grandmother's house after a short time; knowing it will take the
child MUCH longer to follow the path. He sneaks around until he
finds an open door that leads into the cellar. Quietly he slips
in and approaches carefully the bedroom of the old lady.
Now one should know that this "old" lady is in no way
feeble; she's only 37. She gave birth to Little Red Ridinghood's
mother at 16. Actually she isn't really ill, but only feels a
little flabby and is lying in her bedroom clothed only in a thin
gown; reading and awaiting her granddaughter. What a
surprise,when the door opens and the big head of the huge wolf
enters. With a soft sigh she faints.
With one leap the savage beast is over the unconscious woman
and rips away the light nightgown off her body. Growling snugly
the wolf lowers his muzzle on the grandmother's firm breast and
lets his rough tongue wander over her nipples. The unconscious
woman's body reacts and makes the sensual buds grow and harden.
With each stroke of the beast's tongue the female body shakes,
stretching out her breasts to the wolf's muzzle. In the
meantime, the sleeper's thighs part like in a trance. The strong
scent of the awakening female lust teases the licking wolf's
nostrils. He drives a wet track down from her breast, over her
flat stomach, through the dense dark bush, to the source of the
hot odor.
When the tip of the wolf's tongue first touches the
grandmother's already stiff clit, her body arches abruptly and
she wakes up. She is shocked when she realizes who is giving her
so much joy. But she is almost ready to climax.
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"What are you doing to me, you savage animal?" she murmurs
and tousles the gray fur of the wolf. Then she only can throw
back her head and give herself to the spasms coming from deep
within her.
The animal continues licking without tiring; while Grandma
arches again, as yet another orgasm rips through her her body.
She has grabbed her breasts and clutches them firmly; raising her
upper body, she stares trembling at the savage beast that is
possessing her, then falls back with a loud shriek.
(Unbeknownst to either of them, this shriek travels far; but
at first it's ignored.)
The woman turns onto her stomach; enjoying the afterglow of
her spasms. But what's this? She feels the wolf's body over
hers. At the same time, she feels his huge rod poke between her
thighs. Almost unconsciously she lifts her ass and grabs behind
herself to lead the good piece of meat to her pussy. A short
contact with the slippery entrance then the fat glans slips into
the right track. Grandma gasps when the whole rod vanishes
completely in her cunt with only one stroke. Growling the wolf
nibbles on the nape of his human fuck-partner, while he fills the
woman with strong shoves up to the hilt. Anewly her orgasm is
building up; each thrust of the piercing sword yanks her up and
makes her whimper. She barely feels the swollen knob inflating
in her body; locking her to the savage beast, as the feeling of
the bone-hard prick poking into her cervix has her full
attention. When the wolf blows a last time against her cervix
and squirts his sperm directly into her womb, a long howl escapes
the woman's wide opened mouth. Helplessly struggling and
wiggling, she pulls her canine lover close, and faints.
The wolf comes to his feet under a wet slurping sound of his
tool leaving the woman's cave. At first it won't come out; but
then as the knob shrinks under the influence of having already
cum twice with the little girl, and now once in the older woman,
its satiated state makes it diminish rapidly. Besides, having
born Red Ridinghood's mother, the woman's cunny just isn't as
tight as it was when she was Red's age. He lets the fainted
woman slide down from the bed. He closes the curtains of the
bedroom's window with his teeth, causing the room to fall into
darkness. With some effort, the wolf pulls the sleeping hood
from the unconscious woman's head; then he pushes her under the
bed. He slips under the covers; and puts the sleeping hood on
his gray head. At last he drapes the shreds of the nightgown
over his upper body and sinks back for a short nap.
A short time later the wolf wakes up by the noise of the
opening door. "Grandma, I'm here, your Little Red Ridinghood!
I've brought cake and wine."
"Come in, my child! I'm lying in bed," whispers the wolf.
The child opens the door and is only able to see somebody
lying in bed with Granny's sleeping-hood. The little girl sits
down on the bed's edge. "Phew, this was really a long way! I'm
really tired; may I get into bed with you for a little bit,
Granny?" She always had liked to cuddle with her grandma.
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"Of course, my child! Just undress and come in," the low
voice comes from the bed. With only few moves the girl gets rid
of her skirt, shirt, shoes, socks and of course her slip. Only
the little red cape and hood remains; because she knows that her
grandma likes it on her very much.
In a hush the six-year-old girl has slipped under the covers
next to what she believes is her beloved grandma; and cuddles
closely to the warm body. She yawns and states sleepily, "You've
sure got a woolly gown today, Granny," then she is sound asleep.
The wolf lifts the covers and examines the slender rosy
child's body with pleasure. One little finger has gotten lost
between the little bold labia and rests pinched in this lovely
crack. Little Red Ridinghood smiles in her slumber and moves her
narrow pelvis slowly.
Suddenly she opens her eyes. "Oh Granny, I've had a very
nice dream!" Then she seems to be aware of something not quite
being as usual. Hesitatingly she asks her supposed grandmother:
"Grandma, why do you have such big ears?"
"So I can hear you better!" replies the wolf, in as high a
voice as he can muster.
"And why do you have such big eyes, Grandma?"
"So I can see you better!" and with this the wolf's glowing
eyes wander over the naked child's body and stick to the tender
cunny.
Little Red Ridinghood almost feels the look, and trembles a
little. "And why do you have such a long tongue?" she asks
hesitatingly.
"So I can TASTE you better!" he replies; almost scaring her.
To demonstrate this, the wolf slides his rough tongue over the
little girl's nipples, and down over her naked belly.
The child touches the woolly fur of her bedmate and comes in
contact with the extended rod. She clenches her little hands
around it and asks. "And why do you such a huge tail?" she
starts to ask; but now she remembers the feeling from before, and
stares intensely at the wolf's face. "You're not really my
grandma, you are my dear dear wolf!"
Shouting with joy she jumps up, opens the curtains, and
throws herself on the big animal. "And you brought my nice toy!"
she cries happily. With this, the little girl bends over the
giant glans and slips her little mouth with some effort over the
red shining orb to suck wildly at this lollipop.
Then she stops. "But really, why do you have such a big
tail?"
"I'm going to show you, my Little Red Ridinghood," growls
the wolf. "Just lay down on your back!" Immediately the
six-year-old girl turns on her back; spreading her slender thighs
widely to offer her little cunny to the attentions of her dear
wolf. The wolf lowers his head and licks with broad tongue over
this delicious peach. The child moans comfortably and enjoys the
jerks in her own immature body with firmly closed eyes.
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When her cunny is neatly wetted, the wolf moves up and
continues his caressings at the neck and the chest of the heavily
breathing child. At the same time, he puts his thick glans
carefully to the widespread slit. Back and forth the tip of the
wolf's rod slides on the little cunt that becomes very slippery.
With each stroke, he pushes gently some more into the narrow
channel.
Little Red Ridinghood has gotten red cheeks; breathes loudly
and pants; pushing her little pelvis against the wolf's probing
rod. Her labia clench around the tip of the prickhead which
rests firmly against her hymen. A trembling in her abdomen tells
the wolf, that this little girl is about to cum. So he withdraws
a last time and pushes forcefully against the obstacle. A high-
pitched scream escapes the girl, then the huge weapon slides into
the child's deflowered belly.
This first scream did not go completely unnoticed outside
the small cottage; but at first did little more than distract the
only person who might have heard and misunderstood.
Hardly half of the wolf's meat fits into the narrow channel
before the tip pushes against the tiny cervix. As soon as the
deflowering pain subsides, the child starts throwing her little
pelvis against the wolf's thrusts. She pants, whines and arches
each time the giant rod stretches her little cunt extremely and
smashes against her womb.
The wolf enjoys the glowing tightness of the child's crotch
clutching his member like a vise, and the excited wriggling of
the little body beneath himself. Even before the wolf is ready
to shoot his rocks, the little girl arches up sobbing, helplessly
struggling, when the childish but strong orgasm shakes her body.
Her jerking channel milks the wolf's prick and carries him over
the edge. Just two more thrusts, then he presses his cock firmly
against the little girl's cervix and squirts forcefully into the
child. The tight fit of her channel doesn't allow the sperm to
escape in other direction than into her uterus. The feeling of
his boiling semen gushing into the sanctuary of her immature
womanhood yanks the helplessly pierced child through a chain of
spasms that stretch her little body to the tips of her toes;
while the pointed rod inside her belly actually slides into the
ring of muscles guarding her womb; allowing the thick member
behind it to enter her completely, before the swelling knot gets
stuck outside. The last thick squirts directly into her uterus
seem to soothe the pain that otherwise might have resulted from
being so cruelly stretched by the wolf's obscene member.
Little Red involuntarily jerks her body downward; impaling
herself fully on the beast's swollen rod, as the animal tries to
plant his seed as far up in the child's belly as possible. The
inflating canine member does its designed job to ensure that not
one precious drop of her canine lover's sperm goes anywhere but
into the little girl's developing young womb where it belongs.
Red shrieks at the penetration; but whether from ecstasy, pain,
or terror is hard to tell. Still, the evidence is for the
former; as instead of pulling away from the beast, she actually
tries to force herself farther down.
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Only this is impossible, as by this time she has taken the
beast, knob and all, all the way up into her tight little cunny,
with his sharp-pointed penis actually squirting thick white
canine sperm into her almost pubescent young womb.
Unknown to the members enjoying themselves in the bedroom,
this second scream has attracted attention from without. The
person hearing it has no way of knowing that these are screams of
pleasure, not pain, so he hurries toward the source of the noise.
Of course, pleasures like this cannot last for long; even
with big strong wolves and horny little girls. Eventually the
beast's strong outpourings into the child dwindle to just mild
spurts; while Little Red's wild gyrations around the spike in her
belly slow to occasional jerks of her tiny pelvis, as she tries
to get one last twinge from the beast whose "tail" fills her sex
so nicely.
Exhausted the wolf settles above his little human bride
without stressing her with his weight. Slowly the quick
breathing and panting slows down; and she embraces the big wolf
whose most important piece she still owns; as she finds herself
fastened to him by the enormous ball that has swollen in her
tight little cunny. Still, the little girl enjoys the sensation
of being mated to her canine lover and she kisses him again and
again on his muzzle. "Now I've caught you, big wolf, I'll never
give you free! That was soooo terribly nice! Would you mind
doing the same thing with Granny?"
Now she remembers. "Actually, where is Granny?" She sits
up and lets the wolf's penis escape with a wet sucking sound from
her tight box, as the swollen knob has finally shrunk enough for
him to pull out.
At the same moment, something is going on under the bed; as
Grandma crawls into the light. "Granny! There are you!"
Emphatically Little Red Ridinghood jumps upon the woman; entwines
her waist with her slender thighs and embraces her tightly;
ignoring the slippery streams of goo matting her between the
legs.
"Oh, Little Red Ridinghood, you are really stark naked! And
your red hood has been scrambled! And you're all messy down
there! You wicked fellow, did you dare to do the same to this
little child . . ." grandma threatens, smiling to the wolf and
tousles his dense fur. "Now, then I must inspect immediately, if
everything is in good order!" She puts the child down on the edge
of the bed; lifts her slender thighs up to her flat chest and
bends over the child's crotch. Little Red Ridinghood lets
herself fall back and feels her grandma putting a finger at the
opening, which is slippery with wolf-sperm. She sighs deeply as
this finger slides into the narrow channel without resistance.
"Ah, I see . . . someone has been in here!"
"O yes, this one!" giggles the little girl and grabs the
wolf's joyspender, which is recovering slowly from his former
work.
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Excitedly, the woman lowers her mouth on her granddaughter's
cunt. The child pants when Grandma's tongue twirls into her
crotch. The taste of the sperm mixing with the deflowering blood
and the love-juice of the child cause growing eagerness in the
older woman. Smacking, she licks deeper and deeper into the
little girl. To get more of it she inserts both of her index-
fingers into the six-year-old vagina and pulls the child wide
open. In this way she can insert her long pointed tongue deeply.
Even the tiny cervix is reachable. Each lick over the tiny nub
causes the child's body to jerk uncontrollably.
"I want something for me, too!" gasps the child and turns
her head to get the fistlike head of the wolf's penis into her
mouth. Breathing hard through her nose she sucks this nice big
lollipop, while wave after wave of lust ripple through her belly.
But her grandma has tended short to orgasm tasting the juices she
extracts from the inner child. Just some strokes of her own
finger help her over the cliff.
At the same moment, with her spasms Little Red Ridinghood
stretches, clutches the woman's head with her thighs and goes
rigid; while the wolf's juice shoots down her throat. No little
drop of life juice gets lost from the eager swallowing little
girl.
Exhausted the three of them lie in a heap after the storm.
First of them up is the girl crawling up across her grandmother's
belly to kiss her and to play with her breasts. "Don't you want
to play with the wolf like I did?" she asks.
The wolf just howls with frustration at the sight of his
deflating member, and his inability to perform again after being
so thoroughly drained by the little girl's sucking young vagina
and eager little mouth.
"But I did, my dear child!" Anew the woman fixes the red
hood for the girl, that has been tousled once more.
"And did he squirt into you, too? May I look?"
"Of course, my dear little one!" Grandma spreads her thighs
wide and gives the green light to the child. Little Red
Ridinghood lies down across her grandma's belly and parts the
woman's pubic hair with her little hands. Then she inserts one
little finger between her granny's labia; feels the slippery
wetness; and tastes it immediately. "Mmmmmmh!" she smacks; then
she puts her whole mouth to this source. Grandma's eyes turn
back with lust when her grandchild pushes her tongue into the
woman's fucking channel without hesitation and slicks out the
female juices mixing with the formerly injected wolf's sperm.
While she does, the wolf has positioned himself behind the
little girl, and give little whimpers and howls of frustration
at not being able to penetrate the child because his member is
too soft and limber, even with the erotic dance taking place in
front of him, to enter even the most slack and willing of cunts,
let alone the tight little sleeve of the little girl lapping at
her grandmother's leaking vagina.
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It is this sight . . . of a little girl apparently cowering
in her grandmother's lap, while both females have lost their
clothing in an apparent attempt to escape the slovering wolf
about to bite the little girl, that appears to the astounded eyes
of the woodcutter who slams open the door, after coming in
response to the child's earlier screams. If he hadn't been so
surprised at the sexy dishabille of the two women, it's almost
certain that the woodsman's axe would have split the wolf in
two . . . or at least damaged him seriously.
As it is (fortunately for all concerned) the heavy axe
buries itself deep into the wood flooring; allowing both women to
stop him from raising it again, during the time it took the
brawny man to pull it free.
Once it became clear that the women were NOT being
threatened by the big carnivore, but only being ravished by him;
and that further the wolf's howls were not intended to frighten
his prey, but merely frustration at not being able to get hard
again, with such a delectably sexy sight in front of him, the man
laughed! "My friend," he said, patting the mighty beast on the
side, "that's what you get from sending an animal to do a man's
job."
This brings a smirk from the wolf (as much as an animal CAN
smile, that is). Little does the man know the insatiable
appetites of the two females in front of him. Curling up in the
corner, the wolf licks his abused penis, as he watches the
woodcutter shed his clothes and approach the two on the bed who
have resumed where they left off.
Impatiently the girl pulls the woman's nether lips wide
apart to be able to lick deeply into the crotch. The Woman
enjoys comfortably the eagerness of her little granddaughter. At
the same time she caresses the child's little upturned butt;
exposing it to the attentions of the man approaching from the
rear. Little Red Ridinghood squeezes her little hand deeper and
deeper into the woman to reach her inner treasures; while Grandma
spreads her legs wide to give proper access to the child.
Suddenly there's a little jerk when the child's hand slides into
the woman's snatch completely. Deeply moaning, the grandmother
watches intensely the curious child pushing her slender arm even
deeper. Grandma swims in lust! Another orgasm shakes the female
body but she isn't released because her grandchild pulls her arm
out of her grandma and licks the juices from her hand. Then she
returns it with one single push in the warm and wet hollow.
The woman's groping fingers find Little Red Ridinghood's
naked slit that shines between her slender thighs. Moaning, she
puts two fingers against the tender opening and pushes gently but
firmly into the childish flesh. The little girl jerks and turns
her head to smile at her grandmother's face. The experienced
fingers frisk the six-year-old cunny and push against the little
cervix, which they rub slightly. Trembling, Little Red
Ridinghood drops her head into her grandma's crotch and catches
the jerking clit with her lips, while she slips her little arm
into the woman up to the hilt.
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Now she has discovered the entrance to the woman's uterus,
and she becomes aware of the more treasures that are hidden here.
The wolf's sperm begins to ooze back into the love channel.
Several times the little girl slicks the juices from her arm then
she digs two of her little fingers into this inner entrance. The
success follows immediately, when Grandma throws herself up and
exclaims panting "Yes my dear Little Red Ridinghood, more, more!"
Enthusiastically the child urges her whole little hand into the
woman's womb; bringing out every drop of the goodies. Moaning,
Grandma turns her head to and fro; slipping her own fingers
repeatedly into her grandchild's tight little cunny.
Between spasms, she catches sight of the woodcutter's rod,
inflated almost up to bursting. After all, what man can stay
cool when he sees two females make love in such an erotic
manner?! The woman pulls the hulking man by his tool near the
little girl's swaying bum. The huge glowing sword is guided
exactly to the child's wriggling little entrance.
A muffled cry comes from the little girl, when the oversized
man drives his thick prick into his little child-bride. Little
Red Ridinghood throws back her head, causing her blonde pigtails
to fly; and receives the first heavy thrusts of a human prick
inside her tight little vagina. At the same time she pushes her
little fist firmly into her dear granny's uterus. The six-year-
old little body gets staggered by the man's repeated blows; as
his huge rod urges itself into the little girl for more than the
half; smashing against the jerking tiny cervix. The man's impact
gets more and more violent; as he tries to plant more and more of
his engorged penis in the little girl's body. Unlike the wolf
earlier, at first his engorged member is too thick to enter the
child's cervix; but it still stretches around the head; making
almost a ring around the tip, where he is trying to drive it
right into the little girl's womb.
Whimpering with frustration, enjoyment, and possibly some
pain at the man's intrusion into her belly, the child drives her
little teeth into her grandma's swollen clit, while her little
hand is digging deep in the woman's womb. Then the older man
drives into the child with a mighty blow. At the same time
Little Red Ridinghood pushes back her bum to meet his thrust.
There is a sudden jerk; the little girl opens her eyes wide in a
silent scream; while the giant rod vanishes inside her
completely. The reddened labia clench around the root of the
thick stem. Squealing, the child struggles as the fat prickhead
stretches her immature uterus. Another thrust shakes the little
body when the man pulls out his rod, growling in frustration at
not going still deeper, and gives her the coup-de-grace with his
legs pushing, while his strong arms pull the child onto his
engorged member, like a man pulling a tight boot onto his foot.
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Parting her little nether lips extremely, guided along the
narrow slippery channel the man's prick is momentarily retarded
at the tiny cervix, until he pierces through the womb's gate
powerfully. Such an entrance would have been impossible even a
few minutes earlier, but the wolf's prior presence has enabled
the man to penetrate the child completely. Her tiny uterus is
wrapped around the man's penis like some obscene interior vagina-
within-a-vagina, and it milks the man's tool powerfully, for his
potent seed; which is not long in flooding her tiny little womb.
Helplessly Little Red Ridinghood's little head is yanked to
her nape when the explosion happens in her innermost sanctuary.
In reflex her little fist cramps in her grandmother's uterus.
Wave after wave of thick white goo surges into the child's womb;
which expands almost to the bursting point. Then the high
pressure forces its way back along the intruding stem. All of
the boiling sperm that doesn't fit in this little cave squirts
out of the trembling child's opening; as this time it doesn't
have the wolf's knot to hold it inside her.
Filled with sympathy, Grandma experiences her little
grandchild's rosy cunny spraying white juice, while several waves
of pleasure run through the tiny body.
Shaking, the three lovers fall in a heap and need some time
to restore their senses. Only reluctantly the fat sausage is
detached from the sweet rosy box that has been filled with human
sperm for the first time. The child jerks slightly and removes
her own little arm from her grandma's snatch; while the wolf
snickers at the man's wilting prick. It had taken THREE attacks
by the two lusty females to make his member shrink like that.
Still, the wolf is grateful for the assistance, as he knows now
that he would never be able to slake the lust of them alone.
A short while later, after taking a breather, the
grandmother struggles to her feet to lay the coffee-table. Anew
she must fix her little granddaughter's tousled cap. Then Little
Red Ridinghood, her beloved grandmother and their canine and
human lovers sip their coffee restfully. They all decide, that
this was a most delicious afternoon, that must be soon repeated.
In fact, before leaving for her mother's house, Little Red's
womb gets twice more filled with the woodcutter's lusty seed, and
one again with the wolf's thick white sperm, while her
grandmother's womb is similarly abused. By this time the little
girl's tiny cervix is used to taking either of her lovers'
members deep inside her, and she eagerly accepts each explosion
of potent sperm inside her tiny little womb where it belongs;
while the grandmother encourages both of her lovers to plant as
much of their potent seed, as far up in her grandchild's belly as
they can.
As you can imagine, this leads to many more visits of the
little girl with her grandmother, and almost always she is
accompanied by a huge beast that most of the people living nearby
think is a rather large dog. At the same time, the previously
lonely woodcutter had found a way to make HIS afternoons in the
forest seem much more enjoyable as well.
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Within a year, Little Red Ridinghood moves in with the
woodcutter and his new bride, her grandmother; and they all live
happily together, ever after. From that day on, neither the
precocious little girl nor her equally horny grandmother is
forced to go for more than a few hours without at least once
being able to enjoy feeling either the lusty wolf, or the equally
randy woodcutter pumping his thick white sperm into her welcoming
womb. Such fun the little girl has, with her "pet" and new
grandfather filling her belly with squirt after thick white
squirt of their lusty seed, you can't imagine. This loving
relationship continues for many years. Few people notice (it not
being very heavily populated in that part of the forest) that the
woman has many children in fewer years than most are capable of.
However, a few DO notice that many of the couple's children
are unusually hairy, unlike the woman's grandchild who now stays
with them, along with her faithful "pet", an unusually large gray
dog.
In fact, the children of the woodcutter and the large gray
"dogs" the women kept, led in later years to stories of men and
women who turned into wolves themselves, and the tragic end that
came of that. But of course, that's a different story.
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