Once upon a time, or at least that's how it should be started, there was a woman named Red Ridinghood. I know that the other versions say she was a young teenager, but I have it on authority that she wasn't. Now Red was a beautiful voluptuous woman with very full breasts and curves, and a libido to match. (She was known to have had gangbangs with the seven dwarfs before Snow White came long.)
The day in particular that the other stories try to tell about, I'd like to set the record straight, and tell what really happened, not that g rated pussy version the Brothers Grimm tried to tell. So let me start once again from the beginning.
It had been an ordinary day. Red had just gotten home from work, and had just kicked off her stilettos and was just about to sit in front of her computer to surf for porn, (her favorite way to unwind from a long day at work) when the phone rang. It was Grammy, Red's grandmother. She had left her prescription drugs at Red's hour the day before when she had stopped by, and needed Red to bring it to her house, right away. Red grumbled as she put her shoes back on, grabbed her purse, and headed back out the door. Red hopped into her car and started it. Nothing. She tried it again. Nothing. Dammit! The batter was dead. She would have to call the Three Pigs Mechanics in the morning. Since it was a nice evening, and Grammy lived just on the other side of the woods, Red decided to hoof it.
Heels clicking on the pavement, Red drew stares from her fellow walkers, her very short skirt riding higher with each step she took. Right around the dark part of the woods, Red's cell phone rang. She sat on the wood bench sitting at the side of the trail, crossed her legs, and answered her phone. It was Grammy, wondering where Red was. Red had to explain what her piece of shit car did to her, and how she had to walk, and was going to be there in about fifteen more minutes or so. Red hung up, put the phone back into her purse, and took off one shoe and started to rub her tired foot.
"Need someone to rub that for you?" asked a gravely voice from behind her. Red turned around startled. "Didn't your Momma ever warn you about not walking through this part of the woods around dark?" The voice asked again.
"I don't have much choice. I have to take something to Grammy's house, and my car died, so I had to walk." Red explained.
"Well, a fine woman like yourself shouldn't be walking by yourself." The voice advised.
"Show yourself, and I'll decide how safe I am or not."
"Close your eyes first." The voice said.
Red complied. There was a rustle in the bushes, and Red held her breath. There was hot breath against her neck as she felt him take a deep breath in, smelling her.
"Mmmmm you smell good baby." The voice murmured in her ear. Red felt her pussy tighten in anticipation, her panties quickly becoming soaked. She felt him move from behind her and come to stand in front of her.
"Open your legs for me, so I can see those wet panties I smell."
Red uncrossed her legs, and opened them wide; her already short shirt riding higher and exposing her now soaked red panties. She feels him again, something fuzzy and soft tickling her leg, and feels him take another deep breath, taking in her scent. She feels a tongue lapping at her wet panties and she sits up shocked at the amazing sensation and opens her eyes.
There crouched between her thighs is a wolf! Now, this isn't your average garden variety of wolf. This was more like a six and a half-foot tall wolf that prefers to walk on two legs. He looked like a regular in every other way. His fur was a rich thick chestnut color. The eyes looking up at her were a beautiful golden color.
