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Little Red Riding Hood

Categories Fiction, Bestiality, Incest, Transsexual

Authror: Andy Hall

Published: 29 March 2018

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Once upon a time, there lived in a country town, a young woman who was the hottest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. When she was still a girl, her grandmother made her a little red bathing suit. It suited the girl so extremely well, that she wore it all summer long and everybody called her Little Red Bathing Suit.

Every day after school, the girl would take off her school uniform and shimmy into her little red bathing suit and go down to the river to dive gracefully from the river bank and swim in the stream. As the summers passed, the little girl grew into a voluptuous young woman and she outgrew her little red bathing suit in the most flattering ways, but she refused to get a new one.

One day her mother, having made some cakes, went down to the riverbank and said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter. And, for God’s sake, put some clothes on!"

“Oh, mother dear! How can you slut-shame your own daughter for wearing clothes your dear mother made with her own hands?”

“Suit yourself, dear. But promise me you won’t talk to any strangers.”

Little Red Bathing Suit set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived down the river in a cottage in the woods.

Now there lived in the woods, a homeless man who was dirty and hairy and smelly. The townspeople called him Wolfman because of his unkempt beard and back hair. Wolfman often stalked Little Red Bathing Suit from the bushes as she swam and lay in the sun.

As Little Red Bathing Suit walked care-free along the track on long brown legs and tip-toes through the bush, the Wolfman jumped out of the scrub to scare her.

“Oh, it’s only you, Wolfie,” said Little Red Bathing Suit, who had noticed him watching her and suspected he was wanking in the bushes.

“Where are you going, little girl?” asked Wolfie.

"I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother."

“Do you mind if I walk with you for a while?” asked Wolfie.

“Suit yourself,” said the girl as she walked on without him. Wolfie marvelled at the way her shapely buttocks seemed to consume the back of her faded bathers as she walked.

“Hey, little mama!” he called after her, “what a big beautiful arse you’ve got!”

“All the better to lead you with, my dear,” said Little Red Bathing Suit as she looked seductively back over her shoulder. Wolfie bounded after her with his tongue hanging out.

He caught up and walked beside her, peering over her shoulder into her magnificent cleavage.

“Hey, little mama, what big beautiful tits you’ve got!”

“All the better to tease you with, my dear,” said Little Red Bathing Suit as she carelessly bumped her heavy jugs against his arm. Wolfie drooled as her nipples stiffened under the Lycra.

They walked on until they came to a park bench at the side of the track under the shade of a red river gum. Little Red Bathing Suit sat down.

“It’s so bloody hot! Why was mother even using the oven on a Total Fire Ban day?” Her skin was flushed and beaded with sweat in a way that made her look hotter than usual.

But the Wolfman, who lacked empathy and only saw her as a sex object, said:

“Hey, little mama, what big beautiful pouting lips you’ve got!”

“Oh, bugger off, Wolfie! I wouldn’t kiss you in a million years!”

Wolfman yelped and ran back into the bushes with his tail between his legs. Little Red Bathing Suit laughed derisively and went down to the river for a cooling swim before continuing her journey.

After licking his wounds, the Wolfman decided to run ahead to her nana’s house and lay a trap for that little slut. He ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering bouquets of flowers, running after butterflies, and playing with her clit. It was not long before the Wolfman arrived at the old woman's house.

Lucky for him, Grandma had gone to the store to buy a cake and some butter. She’d left a window open and he climbed through to wait for Little Red Bathing Suit. While he was waiting he had a shower and a shave. He scrubbed up pretty well and, even without a disguise, Little Red Bathing Suit would never have recognised him. But though he now looked like prince charming, there was still a wolf in his soul.

He rifled through the old woman's drawers and put on her best g-string and push-up bra. Then he got into the grandmother's bed and waited with excitement. The babe arrived soon afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

Little Red Bathing Suit, hearing the big voice of the Wolfman, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, "It is your grandchild, Little Red Bathing Suit, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you."

Wolfie cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." Little Red Bathing Suit pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.

The Wolfman, seeing her and hiding his erection under the bedclothes, said to her, "Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and then get your gear off and come get into bed with me."

Little Red Bathing Suit peeled off her wet togs, revealing tender white skin never touched by the sun that almost glowed in the darkened bedroom. As she climbed under the sheets, she was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her lingerie, and said to her:

"Grandmother! Fuck me, what great big arms you have!"

"All the better to hug you with, my dear."

"Grandmother! Fuck me, what a great big tongue you have!"

"All the better to eat you with, my dear."

And, saying these words, the wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Bathing Suit, and ate her pussy all up. The girl fell into a swoon of pleasure, but in the darkness she couldn't tell if she was being eaten out by a wolf or a man or her dear old gran. Frankly, she didn't really give a shit.

"Grandmother, fuck me with that great big cock you have!"

Then he fucked her like a dog, and they both had multiple simultaneous orgasms happily ever after.

The end.

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