Red Riding Hood
Although she was now a young lady, she retained the nickname she had earned as a little girl, but in most cases, by most of her friends, it was shortened to Red.
Red had packed a basket of goodies for Grandma but it was late afternoon before she was ready leave. She donned the red hooded cape she favoured (though she rarely wore it these days). Her mother gave her a knowing smile, kissed her and pointed her towards the door; she had to leave before her father returned from work, he would object to her leaving so late in the day to travel through the woods.
Red was not in any particular hurry, by the time she got to the edge of the woods it was already early evening. She paused on the path that led through the woods to Grandma's house, looking back, she saw a young man approaching from the village. She had seen him before. In public he appeared to be an affable and pleasant young man but she knew him for what he truly was, an arrogant, conceited and self-centred brat. He had been a bully at school. Even so, she smiled as he drew near.
"If you are going this way, may I accompany you through the woods? I am going to visit my grandmother, and the woods are scary at this time of day." She asked.
"Of course, you may Red, but it will be full dark long before we reach the other side."
Playing on his vanity, "Yes, I know, that is why I would feel safer if I travelled with you."
Casting one last look back to the village she turned and they started down the path. The trail led north through the narrowest strip of the woods but even so it would take well over an hour to get to the other side. By the time they had travelled a few hundred metres the village was well hidden by trees and shrubs and the twilight was further dimmed by overarching branches fully clothed in their summer foliage.
"Perhaps you would feel less frightened if you held my hand?" the boy suggested.
"I'm not frightened though it would be a comfort to hold hands."
Although the path led, more or less, straight through the woods there were a few twists and turns to avoid mounds and large trees and the pond, of course.
They had been walking for perhaps half an hour and there hadn't been much in the way of conversation when the boy suddenly stopped. Red was taken by surprise.
"It's time for your lesson. Don't worry it's free."
The boy was smirking and pulled Red Riding Hood roughly to him. Grabbing her round her waist. Lifting her and throwing her over his shoulder. Red almost lost her grip on her basket but manged to hold on.
"Wait, what? What are you doing?"
She wriggled and struggled but the boy had her fast. With his free hand he gave a resounding smack on her bottom.
"Quiet and be still or it will go badly for you. Behave and you will, no doubt, enjoy it."
Although she pretended to be indignant, she smiled inside for this had been exactly what she had expected of the boy.
He carried her off the path for fifty metres or so, behind some bushes to a small grassy area. Lowering her to the ground he started kissing and fondling her. Red kept up her pretence, struggling and crying out for him to stop and let her go. But slowly she let his ministrations settle her down and succumbed to the pleasure of his hands and mouth. Slowly, deliberately he removed her clothing despite her feeble struggles. She lay naked and still; he stripped off his own clothes. He stood, proud of his erection, thinking of the fear he had instilled into the young woman.
"Now I'll teach you what happens to little girls who take walks in the woods at night with strange men."
But she was so pretty, he decided to fuck her gently and force her to enjoy the lesson he was about to give her. He lay over her, supporting his weight on his arms but pressing her from his waist down, he pressed his cock against her belly, letting her feel heat and power pulsing through it. He grabbed first one leg and then the other, forcing them up and back and hooking them in the crook of his elbows then slowly raised and positioned himself ready to penetrate her. His cock found her entrance easily, he edged in slowly expecting to encounter her hymen. But he was surprised to find she was not a virgin and he continued to slide into her well lubricated pussy. He sighed with the pleasure of it, too engrossed in his own pleasure to pick up on the fact that Red Riding Hood had moaned in pleasure too. He started to fuck her slowly and gently.
For Red, it had taken some restraint for her not to cooperate more willingly; she had to make sure that he took her by force, even though, under different circumstances and with a nicer man she would have been eagerly cooperative. Now that he was fucking her and fucking her pleasantly, she could afford to show she was enjoying the activity. She participated, raising her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning her pleasure into his ear. This seemed to stimulate the boy even more and started to speed up his efforts.
"Slowly, slowly. We have all night." She whispered.
He was surprised but slowed anyway, although he was only interested in his own pleasure - she was right, there was no need to rush. They both continued at a more leasurely pace, drawing out those delightful sensations.
Now that she had acquiesced and given him the impression she was compliant she needed to take control. For her purposes she needed to control the timing. Their fucking continued for some time and Red knew the moment was drawing close.
"I want to be on top." She whispered.
Surprised again, but willing to accept such service from this pretty girl, he slipped one hand under her hips and the other round her waist, pivoting on his shoulder he rolled them both.
Red knelt astride him feeling his cock slide just that little bit deeper into her. She moaned and started rocking her hips back and forth. She looked skyward. Not yet. Just a few more moments. She fingered her joy button, faster and faster as the time drew near. She had brought the young man right to the very edge and he was as ready to cum as she was. Again, she looked skywards and the moon peeped over the horizon. She howled as her orgasm hit her and the transformation began.
The young man was too engrossed in his own orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut, to be aware of what was happening to his young victim. Red's pussy spasms, clamping on the young man's cock as soon as her orgasm started, had delivered such an intense and exquisite sensation that they triggered the most extreme orgasm the young man had ever experienced. He was certain he had never shot so much cum into any woman's pussy.
What he didn't realize, at first, was that Red's orgasmic juices carried a chemical that was quickly absorbed through the skin of his cock into his blood stream that rapidly paralysed his voluntary muscles. He continued to breath, his heart still pumped, but his arms and legs no longer responded to his will. His eyes open, he watched in fascinated horror as the transformation completed and Red had morphed into a she-wolf. As his cock finally stopped pulsing inside her she dropped and took his throat in her jaws, gripping, a fang penetrated the artery. 'Not too deep' she thought, 'He mustn't die too quickly.' The paralysis would last ten to fifteen minutes which would be long enough. The chemical usually only worked the first time, the human body builds an immunity to it but, in this boy's case, he would not have the opportunity for a second experience.
