(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman)
I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, 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 Grimm, 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 Riding-hood 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
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.
At first the eighteen-year-old girl is reluctant, when her mother calls her in to the house. 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 she removes her jeans and dresses in a short skirt. A nice red cape with matching hood makes the slender blonde girl look very neat. Granny had given it to her some times ago; and since then she only is called "Little Red Riding-hood" (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 young woman; such as not to leave the straightway, etc. The mother 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 girl has been to visit her grandmother many times before. The girl rises to her toes to get a good-bye-kiss and a loving pat on her firm behind; then she leaves. Happily, Little Red Riding-hood 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 girl 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 panties 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 teen rises and finds herself vis-à-vis with a giant gray wolf. If she had not pissed yet, the young girl surely would have wetted her slip then.
Frightened she turns around, stumbles out of her panties; 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 Riding-hood, you need not be frightened. I never would do you any harm."
Hesitatingly the young 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 Riding-hood 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 young girl throws herself cheering over this shaggy fellow.
"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 teen and settles at last on his back. A quite strange sensation grows in Little Red Riding-hood'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 young one wonders; closing her little fingers around this growing item. The wolf has put back his ears and gives himself over completely to her teenaged curiosity. His penis has appeared out of the hairy sheath by the touches of the teen's little hands. Amazed, the young 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 young 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 young girl's mouth until she can barely close her lips around it. The eruption of wolfish semen takes Little Red Riding-hood 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.
