Little Red Riding Hood was bored almost out of her little red head. She was walking through the wood, headed to her grandmothers house. It wasn't because she wanted to go see her Grannie, it was because her parents were forcing her to go! She was carrying a basket filled with yummies for Grandma, just as she had done since she was six years old. Now she was a young woman of nineteen years and thought it was about time she wasn't forced on this trip every Saturday. But since she still lived with her folks, she had no choice. Red was called Red because of her curly red hair. It was long, almost to her waist, and was uncontrollable. She was forever brushing it out of her face and trying to tame it with her brush. Nothing could control the wild curls twisting and turning. The 'Riding Hood' was due to the long, bright red cape she wore, it had a hood she only wore when the weather required she do so. And she loved the color red, which made the cape a favorite item of hers.
This day she was lost in thought as she walked along the path. She had traveled it so often, her feet could get her to her Grandmother's house even if her mind was off elsewhere. Red was remembering something that had happened to her at the age of twelve while at Grandma's house. Grandma had been eaten by the Big Bad Wolf that lived in the forest. He had lain in Grandma's bed, wearing her nightgown, waiting for the luscious Red to show up as usual. To make a long story short, the Wolf had fucked up, Grandma had escaped his stomach, a Woodsman with an axe had heard the cries of the two females, and had come running to save them. So he (the Big Bad Wolf) had never laid a paw on Red....much to his disappointment. The Wolf like them young, actually he just wanted to fuck the Redhead. He had watched from the darkness of the forest as she walked the path to Grandma's house, many times, and wanted her badly.
Red had changed a lot since that day, now she was long legged, had rather big tits, a tiny waist and was quite beautiful. There's not many men in the woods on a regular basis, so she had stayed pure. Her mind drifted back to the Wolf and she shivered a little remembering how he had jumped from the bed and how Grandma's nightie, which he had been wearing, had lifted, giving her a flash of a HUGE cock, it had looked as hard as a club to Red. She never forgot it and her pussy grew damp whenever she happened to recall that day.
For the last seven years, Red had imagined that cock doing many things and all of them were being done to her. She'd masturbated many times to the memory and daydreamed of being fucked by the Wolf dozens...no hundreds of times! She had seen animals in the forest mate and knew they usually fucked doggystyle. It always made her horny when she happened upon a pair of animals fucking in the forest.
Little Red Riding Hood stopped walking when she had reached her Grandmother's house. She opened the door and called out, "Grandma? Hello! It's me," and heard the old woman answer from the other room. Red smiled and went to do her Granddaughterly duty.
Afterwards, Red waved goodbye and turned back to the path and started her trip home. She took her time, she wasn't expected back at any time soon. She picked flowers, sat and listened to birds and got a drink from the stream that ran beside the path.
Red was on her knees, leaning down and using her hand to get a cool drink of water. Her dress had slipped up high on her thighs as she bent forward over the stream. She almost fell into the cold water when she felt something nudge her backside, actually it had pushed up under her dress and touched close to her pussy! Before she could fall, sharp teeth grabbed her dress and pulled her backwards. She lost her balance and felt herself pushed forward onto a patch of grass, but before she could roll over, something was placed in the small of her back, pinning her down. She felt her dress being pushed up higher as she struggled in vain.
