Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, in a village, there lived a little girl, so pretty, petite, with big blue eyes and plump lips, so sweet and beautiful that there was probably no one better in the world. Her mother loved her dearly, and her grandmother even more.
For her birthday, her grandmother gave her blue lace panties and a red hood. From then on, the girl wore her new outfit of lace panties and the red hood everywhere.
The neighbors would melt at the sight of her and say:
"Here comes Little Red Riding Hood! Such a beauty!"
One day, her mother baked some pies and said to her daughter:
"Go, Little Red Riding Hood, to your grandmother's, take her these pies and a pot of butter, and find out if she is well."
Little Red Riding Hood got ready, put on lipstick, dabbed on some perfume, and went to her grandmother in another village.
She was walking through the forest when she met a gray Wolf, who had served seven years on a strict regime and had escaped just days ago. He saw this lovely little girl and really wanted to fuck Little Red Riding Hood, but he didn't dare—somewhere nearby, woodcutters' axes were chopping.
The Wolf licked his lips and asked the girl:
"Where are you going, Little Red Riding Hood?"
And Little Red Riding Hood didn't yet know how dangerous it was to stop in the forest and talk to wolves. She politely greeted the Wolf and said:
"I'm going to my grandmother's and bringing her these pies and a pot of butter."
"Does your grandmother live far away?" asked the Wolf.
"Quite far," replied Little Red Riding Hood.
"Over in that village, past the mill, in the first house on the edge."
"Alright," said the Wolf, "I want to visit your grandmother too. I'll go this way, and you take that one. Let's see who gets there first."
Having said this, the Wolf ran as fast as he could along the shortest path.
And Little Red Riding Hood took the longest road. She walked without hurrying, stopping along the way now and then, picking flowers and gathering them into bouquets.
She hadn't even reached the mill yet when the Wolf had already galloped to the grandmother's little house and knocked on the door:
"Knock-knock!"
"Who is it?" asked the grandmother.
"It's me, your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood," answered the Wolf in a thin little voice. "I've come to visit you, I brought pies and a pot of butter."
And the grandmother was in bed at that time; she had been to the bathhouse and was resting. She thought it really was Little Red Riding Hood and called out:
"Pull the string, my child, and the door will open!"
The Wolf pulled the string—and the door opened.
The Wolf rushed at the grandmother, threw back the sheet, and saw the grandmother's naked body, so pink after the bath, smelling pleasant. Between her slightly parted legs was a bush of dark hair, framing the neat triangle of the grandmother's pussy. The Wolf's cock instantly sprang up at the sight of such a picture. He quickly jumped into bed with the grandmother and sank into her lips, his hands grasping the firm hemispheres of the grandmother's hard tits. His cock stood out like a rock; not wasting any time, the Wolf positioned himself between the legs of the stunned grandmother and with a thrust drove his cock into her pussy. The grandmother cried out and let out a long moan as the Wolf began to fuck her intensely. The bed creaked, the pussy squelched, and the grandmother only groaned, taking the gray one's cock. The Wolf hadn't had the chance to fuck a female for seven years, so he was now making up for lost time with all his heart, pounding the grandmother's pussy. But then suddenly the door opened and Little Red Riding Hood entered the house.
She looked in surprise at her grandmother lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, between which the naked ass of the gray wolf and his mangy tail were moving up and down.
"What are you doing here, Grandma?"
"Oh, granddaughter, this is Doctor Gray Wolf, he's treating my sciatica."
"How interesting," murmured Little Red Riding Hood, approaching the bed.
"Grandma, why is he sticking his dick between your legs?"
"He's administering medicine inside. And giving an internal massage."
At that moment, the Wolf finally finished plowing the grandmother's pussy and began to release a lot, a lot of semen into her. Which, having filled the pussy, spilled out onto the bed. Little Red Riding Hood ran her finger through the thick white goo and, scooping up a good portion, put her finger in her mouth.
"Come here, Little Red Riding Hood, I'll give you more medicine now; you'll never get sick if you swallow it." Little Red Riding Hood approached the Wolf.
"You need to take this hose in your mouth and suck it well; medicinal sour cream will flow from it." Little Red Riding Hood bent before the Wolf's crotch, firmly grabbed his cock, and hastily opened her mouth to catch the head of the cock with her lips. The Wolf placed his paws on the back of Little Red Riding Hood's head and began to slide her mouth onto his cock, trying to push it deeper into Little Red Riding Hood's throat. She heroically endured it, gagging on the thick hose. After all, the medicine would help against all illnesses. Finally, the Wolf began to jerk, and thick sour cream gushed from his hose straight into Little Red Riding Hood's throat. Almost choking, she still managed to swallow every last drop.
"Whew... that was a lot," said Little Red Riding Hood, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. The Wolf lay sprawled on the bed, satisfied and full. After so many years of abstinence, luck had finally smiled upon him. And today he had fucked two beauties, one older and one younger. The grandmother didn't look like a grandmother—a toned, slender body, wide firm hips, and size-three tits. And her little pussy was simply delightful—tender, wet, and hot. And Little Red Riding Hood was just right, despite her age. Slender, with long legs, hips un-childishly wide, and titties quite noticeable and firm-looking. Little Red Riding Hood set the table, laid out the pies and butter, and put the kettle on the stove. The Wolf didn't take his intense gaze off her.
"How beautiful and shapely she is, so slender, plump thighs and curvy hips. Her thighs fit so tightly together that you couldn't even slip a splinter between them. What a tight little pussy must be between those tightly clenched thighs," he thought, not taking his lustful eyes off Little Red Riding Hood.
"Oh, what a nuisance, the firewood has run out, I need to go to the shed and bring some more."
"Uncle Doctor Wolf, will you help me bring some firewood?" asked Little Red Riding Hood, addressing the Wolf.
"Of course, little one!" The Wolf was delighted at such a convenient opportunity.
A small shed with firewood adjoined the bathhouse and was at the end of the yard. The Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood headed to get the firewood.
"Little Red Riding Hood, don't you want to get a massage too? You should like it," said the Wolf. Little Red Riding Hood gave him a sly look.
"Uncle Wolf, your hose is very thick; it barely fit in my mouth."
"And you want to give me a massage between my legs, but the hole there is very small. A hunter in the forest already offered me a massage between my legs; his hose wouldn't fit either, no matter how hard he tried to shove it in."
"Little Red Riding Hood, we'll do it cleverly; I took a little butter from the table. We'll grease the hose with butter, and it should go into your hole easier," replied the Wolf.
"Let's go into the bathhouse; it will be convenient there," said the Gray Wolf and pulled Little Red Riding Hood by the hand into the bathhouse door. They went inside.
"And here's a convenient bench," said the Wolf, embracing the Girl.
Sitting her on the bench, the Wolf began to cover her cute, beautiful face with kisses. He placed one paw on Little Red Riding Hood's chest and with the other began to stroke her legs. Little Red Riding Hood was embarrassed, but she liked the Wolf's touches; he had such gentle paws, such a hot and tender tongue. Which had already managed to lick, besides her lips, her entire face. And the Wolf had already lifted her short skirt and admired the lace panties her grandmother had given her. Turning Little Red Riding Hood face down, the Wolf laid her on the bench with her butt up, pulled her panties down from her hips, exposing the dazzlingly white, firm buttocks of the girl. Bending over her ass, he began to lick her butt, running his tongue along the cleft dividing the two wonderful halves of her rear. Penetrating his long tongue between the tender pink folds of Little Red Riding Hood's little pussy, the Wolf began to enjoy the salty, wonderful taste and pungent aroma of the girl's virgin pussy. Little Red Riding Hood began to breathe intermittently in anticipation of something unusual. And indeed, she felt the firm, warm shaft of the Wolf trying to enter her between the legs.
"Oh, oh, oh, aaahhh... ohhh. Mommy..." Little Red Riding Hood moaned lengthily, trying to slip out from under the heavy bulk of the Wolf, which was pressing her against the bench. But the Wolf's strong paws didn't allow her to evade. And the thick, hard hose sank deeper and deeper into her. A dragging pain spread through Little Red Riding Hood's stomach. And then she felt this very hose begin to move rhythmically between her legs. The pain gradually subsided. The Wolf grunted loudly as he plunged deep into Little Red Riding Hood's little pussy; squelching sounds came from her crotch. Finally, the Wolf began to move his hose faster, then he jerked, and Little Red Riding Hood felt hot, thick sour cream from the Wolf pouring inside her. With a loud squelch, the Wolf's hose came out of Little Red Riding Hood's crotch. She washed the streaks of blood and semen from her thighs. Put on her lace panties and, together with the Wolf, loading him with logs, they returned to the grandmother's house. The samovar was already boiling. So they sat down together to drink tea at the common table. The Wolf decided to end his wandering and dangerous life and stay to live with the grandmother. Little Red Riding Hood began to visit her grandmother more often. She liked fucking with the Wolf, especially since the grandmother wasn't jealous of her at all. And on weekends, they organized collective orgies. And that is the real story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Gray Wolf.