                     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 
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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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