Little Red Riding Hood_(5)

NAUGHTY FAIRYTALES: (Part 1?)

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood (called Red for short) was a young girl who had just turned fourteen years old. Her father was a lumberjack, so their family lived in a snug little cottage buried deep in a forest. Red was the only child and so she often got bored and lonely. All she did all day was do the chores in the morning, give the family donkey food and water (and sometimes stare at its penis, since it was a male) and clean out its pen.

She would then help her mother weed her mom’s vegetable garden, during which she would ponder about her own garden down south in her young lithe body. She would often dart quick secretive looks at her mother’s ample bosom, and how it heaved with each breath her beautiful mother looked. Just like Red, her mother had auburn coloured hair that fell lightly around her waist.

It was silky and sometimes tied in a bun or a ponytail. Her eyes were dark brown and fierce when angry (or when making love to her father, as naughty Little Red Riding Hood sometimes watched while spying on them at night). Being alone in the woods, Red had become a rather promiscuous young girl who tried to keep her occupied with a diverse amount of things.

One of them was reading and Red was pleasantly surprised to find a large amount of naughty books complete with pictures telling one how to do various sexual things. It made Red all hot and flustered so that she had to jab her little finger into her small pussy and fuck herself furiously while keeping watch on her mom and dad so as to not get caught. They never found out but just reading about sex got boring after a while.

Naughty Red wanted to have sex. She wanted to shove a thick cock into her pussy and get fucked until she broke her hymen and started bleeding. That’s right! Being only fourteen, she was still a virgin since her father forbade her from going with him to the nearby village as he said that a big bad wolf lurked in the forest. He was silky black with blood-red eyes and five times bigger than normal wolves.

Apparently, he could speak in the human tongue and talked and thought like one too. He acted like humans in some ways as well but Red had never seen the wolf. Her father bore a nasty scar on his cheek though in the shape of a claw mark so there had to be a wolf, for whenever Red asked about the scar her father never said anything and walked away.

Needless to say, Red got bored out of her mind on a daily basis and had taken for long walks in the woods all alone when her father was busy chopping down trees and selling the wood. Then one day, her grandmother had moved to the other side of the forest several miles away and Red was ecstatic to be able to visit her on occasion.

She would go there with her mother who would then have “girl talk” for hours, boring Red to death once again. But it was different than life at home and much better with her dad. So she would go there by herself secretly and her grandma wouldn’t care one bit. She got spoiled rotten and listen to tales of the grandma as a young girl in the “Old Days” as her grandma said.

Red was on one such trip now through the woods. It was a particularly hot day, so Red was only dressed in a thin cotton robe without any sleeves. It did have a hood though that was pulled well over her head to block out the bright sun. Her robe fell only a little past her knees and Red wore absolutely nothing underneath it. She felt no need to since there was none here but her immediate family and it’s not like any of them would stare.