Posted by Murph on January 13, 2005 at 09:27:08:
Red Riding Hood (Story by Murph)
Once upon a time there lived in rural Tennessee a beautiful girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. Ever since she was a little girl she had a weakness for red and always wore a red hood over her long foxy locks. Everybody used to call her Little Red Riding Hood. Now that she had just turned eighteen they simply called her Red Riding Hood. Her mother and grandmother wanted the best for her and always dreamed that someday she would be the first one in the family to finish high school. Red Riding Hood was extremely beautiful but unfortunately she wasn’t exactly the smartest cheetah in the jungle. At eighteen the poor little thing was still in the ninth grade.
One day she showed up for school and as usual she was dressed in red. She wore a short red velvet hooded jacket, a red leather micro mini skirt and red leather knee high boots. Red Riding Hood’s little skirt was so short that everyone in class soon glimpsed her sheer white panties. All the boys nearly broke their necks looking up her skirt. Her ninth grade teacher “Jack De Wolf” was furious. The little cunt had been a distraction in his class for the past three years. Although he found her a delicious morsel to look at, he knew that it was time to do something with her.
“Red Riding Hood, what is the capital of Tennessee?” he asked knowing all too well that she didn’t have a clue.
“The capital of Tennessee? “I knows you’ve axed me this one befoes Mr. Wolf. Hmmm, Hmmm, oh yaha, I got it, I got it, its Washington D.C”. Poor Red Riding Hood blushed as the other kids laughed.
“Red Riding Hood, I’m going to have to ask that you to stay over after class”.
Jack De Wolf was a burley man with thick eyebrows and lots of facial hair. He instructed Red Riding Hood to sit on his desk so he could talk to her close up and personal. Being a good girl she politely obeyed and sat up on the desk in front of him.
“I’m sorry Mr. Wolf that I gets mixed up at your questions. I try real hard. I knows I needs to be moving on to the tenth grade.”
“Perhaps you’re trying too hard Red Riding Hood you might be too tense. I tell you what. I’ve got a few exercises that might help you relax. The first one is simple. Close you eyes; place the palm of your hands behind you on the desk. Raise your feet up and spread them as wide as you can. That’s it hold it there for a while.” Poor Red Riding Hood was very gullible, so her she was spread-eagled in front of him with her panties showing. He grabbed his digital camera and took several birds eye pictures. He noticed that her red pubic hair and cleft were visible through the translucent material. He had a sudden urge to eat her out (literally). “Ok, now for the second exercise. Stand up away from the desk and face the classroom. Raise your arms straight in the air, that’s it. Now while keeping your legs straight and slightly apart, slowly bend over touching the tip of you boots with you fingers. Yes, yes, you got it. Now close your eyes and hold that position.” Click, click went his digital camera. Her ass and pussy looked so inviting, he wanted to tear her apart, but not here.
“So what are your plans for after school Red Riding Hood?”
“Ma says I got to bring this rye and smokes to my grandmother. She is sick and weak and ma says that this will fix her up. So I’ll just cut through the woods to her place. Ma, warned me to go straight there and not get off the path. Should be there in a lick.”
Jack De Wolf thought to himself, "God, she looks so cute and tasty. Just how am I going to catch her?" Then he said, "Listen, Red Riding Hood, haven't you seen the beautiful flowers that are blossoming in the woods? Why don't you go and take a look? It’s just a little ways off the trail. You can hear how beautifully the birds are singing. It is very beautiful in the woods, it will help you relax."
“Thank you, Mr. Wolf, you’re so kind,” and she scurried off to her grandmother’s.
Red Riding Hood was excited when she saw the sunlight breaking through the trees and how the ground was covered with beautiful flowers. She thought, "If a take a bouquet to grandmother, she will be very pleased. Anyway, it is still early, and I'll be home on time." And she ran off into the woods looking for flowers. Each time she picked one she thought that she could see an even more beautiful one a little way off, and she ran after it, going further and further into the woods.
Jack De Wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked on the door.
"Who's there?"
“Excuse me madam. My name is Jack De Wolf. I’m your granddaughter’s ninth grade teacher. Red Riding Hood forgot one of her books and I know that she was planning on visiting you.”
“That little girl will forget her head one of these days. Give me a second to put on my robe.”
Red Riding Hood’s grandmother was a very astrictive 46-year-old woman. She was only fourteen when she had Red Riding Hood’s mother and Red Riding Hood’s mother was only fourteen when she had her, not that unusual in this part of Tennessee.
Jack De Wolf lunged at her as soon as she opened the door. He clutched her throat with his fierce hands and pushed her hard against the wall. She started screaming for bloody murder.
“STOP IT. STOP IT. What the fuck is you doing? You’re crushing my smokes.”
She wiggle out of his grip and ran towards the backdoor. He grabbed her from behind and took the belt from her robe. He wrapped the belt tight around her neck. As she struggled her robe fell off. As he yanked her feet off the ground, he caught her reflection in the mirror. Her legs kicked violently as she dangled in his grip. He was impressed with her looks. Long black hair brushed her contorting face and widening eyes. Her breasts were large with dark areolas. Her tummy was a little plump but her dark pubic hair was nicely trimmed. He could see a silver stud glistening between her pussy lips. Her body started to spasm as she started peeing all over the rug. Holding the belt tight he dragged her over to the closet and hung her on the back of the door. Fingering her pussy he promised that he would be back for her later. But now he had to be ready for Red Riding Hood. He stripped off his clothes, put on a scarf to hide his face and quickly got into bed.
Red Riding Hood had run after flowers, and did not continue on her way to grandmother's until she had gathered all that she could carry. When she arrived, she found, to her surprise, that the door was open. She walked into the parlor, and everything looked so strange that she thought, "Oh, my God, why am I so afraid? I usually like it at grandmother's." Then she went to the bed and pulled back the curtains. Grandmother was lying there with her scarf pulled around her face and looking very strange.
"Well my sweet, you look very tired, take off your clothes and get into bed with me!"
“I am very sleepy, I guess I could use a nap.”
Jack peered over the sheets and watched as Red Riding Hood undressed. She slowly unzipped her boots and took them off. She removed her hooded jacket. She wore nothing underneath her jacket, not even a bra. Her firm tits were breathtaking. His cock stiffened as she unsnapped her leather mini. As she pulled down the zipper her skirt fell to the floor. She stood momentarily at the edge of the bed clad only in her sheer panties. The rays of the setting sun beamed through the window illuminating her voluptuous mound.
Red Riding Hood got into bed and snuggled up to her grandmother.
"Grandmother, why is your body so hairy!"
"That comes with age, my sweet"
"Grandmother, you have such long legs!"
"Better to hunt you down, my sweet."
"What did you say? Grandmother, you have such long hands!"
"Better to fondle your tits, my sweet."
"What did you say? Grandmother, you have such a big mouth!"
“Better to eat out your pussy, my sweet.”
"What, what did you say? Grandmother, you have such a, a, a BIG DICK!"
"Better to fuck your tight little ass."
“Haw? What did you say?”
Just then the closet door creek opened as her grandmother’s cat came out from hiding. The sight of her real grandmother’s nude hanging body was too much for poor Red Riding Hood and she promptly past out.
Jack lay next to her and gently stroked her red curly locks, so soft, so silky. He caressed her face; she had the cutest little dimples. He opened her mouth and rubbed her lips and tongue. She had perfect white teeth, so rare in Tennessee. She was so beautiful how could he hurt such a delicate creature, he thought. He examined her more closely, exploring her every crevice. Her breasts were firm and barley wobbled when he touched them. He caressed her flat tummy; her belly button was an outie, how adorable. He removed her moist panties releasing an incredible sweet scent. The red, almost golden tuft of tightly curled pubic hair covered her pussy. Spreading her slit reveled two tiny labia lips, spreading some more he could see a little erect clitoris.
“No, no, I can’t hurt her. The grandmother was one thing. I can’t hurt this sweet brainless child. She hasn’t seen my face. Plus she’s too stupid to know it was me. I’ll just leave her be”.
Jack couldn’t leave her yet. His tongue was drawn to her moist pink cunt. Jack licked and sucked her intently. Red Riding Hood moaned as if waking from a pleasant dream, the sensation in her pussy was so intense. Forgetting every thing else, Red Riding Hood could only concentrate on one thing at a time, for now it was the pleasure in her pussy.
Outside the back window the sun had set. The full harvest moon started peering in the front window. Jack had the strangest feeling come over him. He felt weird, as if something was transforming him, he no longer felt in control. His licking became more forceful. Red Riding Hood jolted to her senses. “Am I dreaming it looks like an animal is eating my pussy?” Jack’s cock felt like it was going to explode and he quickly entered her engorged cunt.
“Mr. Wolf. Mr. Wolf, what are you doing? Oh God. Oh God, oh, oh, oh, I’m coming, I’m coming.” She clawed his hairy back and started to buck. She had never felt such intense pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm sent shock waves through her body. Never in her life had she felt this good. Then came the sound of a gulp. She looked down in shock, her left breast was gone, another gulp and another breast. The next bite cut into her throat crushing her esophagus. Red Riding Hood’s head slumped to the side, eyes staring blankly at the wall. She felt a tugging in her groin but felt no pain. She drifted off, as the rest of her body was gorged.
Jack was in the shower when he began to feel like himself again. He saw the last remnants of blood swirling down the drain. “Oh God, I didn’t. Oh God. Tell me I didn’t harm her.” He reluctantly entered the bedroom for fear of what he might see. Red Riding Hood body laid spread eagle on top of the blooded sheets. She had been ripped apart from pussy to sternum. Jack went to the sink and threw up.
The moral of the story is very simple: The little bitch had it coming to her!
Come on. Everyone knows that if you’re a beautiful young girl and you happen to end up in a fantasy story with a guy named Jack De Wolf. Chances are good that you’ll end up dead and eaten or visa versa.