by J Phillips
‘Yessss!’ she hissed as she felt the tip of a finger work its way between her pussy lips to enter her, just a little way. She felt it curve against the contour of her body and work back and forth as he sucked her clit. He tongued her deeper now and in a way that caused her breath to catch and bolts of pure pleasure to shoot through her body. She gripped even tighter against the bed linen, dragging it up as she lifted her hips from the mattress to force her cunt harder against his jaw. ‘Oh my! Oh Goodness! Oh yes!’ she squealed, and finally she could take it no more and, crying out, collapsed under the weight of the most intense orgasm of her life.
With a shuddering sigh she relaxed and collapsed like a rag doll on the bed. She simply laid there, her head turned to one side, her eyes tightly shut and her breasts heaving as she desperately tried to steady her breath.
Eventually, as she felt a huge weight shift at the foot of the mattress, she opened her eyes to watch the Wolf lift himself away. She peered up at him shyly, not at all sure how one should respond after an experience so intimate, and so she remained silent. He stood at the foot of the bed with sturdy legs set apart, wiping his lips against the back of a hand as he stared down at her impassively. Red watched as he kicked off his boots, each one thudding noisily on the floorboards. She bit nervously at a fingernail while his hands worked at the big brass buckle at his waist. She felt her heartbeat quicken as he untied the leather thong that laced his deerskin breeches together, and finally, she gasped as he pulled them down his enormous thighs.
‘Oh, my!’ she gasped. ‘What a big... what a big cock you have...’
One corner of his mouth twitched into a smug smile before he replied, ‘All the better to fuck you with.’
Once again he knelt on the foot of the bed, his impressive shaft gripped tight within a fist. ‘But before I do, let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours is good for anything other than making excuses, shall we?’
Red didn’t know whether to be offended or not, but he towered over her and she was in no position to argue, even if she had wanted to. Slowly, and a little awkwardly, she climbed up onto her knees. She began by allowing her fingertips to run across his chest, and gasped at how hard it felt. She scratched her fingernails lower against the contours of his abdominal muscles, and then down to the thick thatch of hair below. Her hands continued further, until tentatively she took his balls in one palm and closed a fist around his stiff, throbbing cock. Little Red’s heart raced as she felt the considerable weight of his balls and how they tightened within her grip. She marvelled at just how smooth his stalk felt as she trailed soft fingertips lightly up and down. She was nervous, she had never performed such an act before, but she’d secretly watched many times, so with a last anxious shiver she leant down between his thighs.
She pressed her lips against the swollen, scarlet head of his prick. She only kissed it at first, tasting his sticky pre-cum on the tip of her tongue, before she took him a little deeper, opening her mouth wide to accommodate his significant girth. She began to suck with hollowed cheeks. She used her tongue to explore the thick ridge at the crown of his cock, her hand gripped tightly around it, her thumb and fingers unable to meet, such were his dimensions. The Wolf released a deep, rumbling growl from the back of his throat and Red looked up through wide eyes, scared that she might have done something wrong, but she saw by the way he held back his head, by the way he shut his eyes tightly, that she was almost certainly doing everything right.
In time she dared to take him a little deeper and work her hands on him too, drawing his foreskin back and forth with one while the other stroked the soft flesh beneath his balls. She listened to his every gasp and moan and tempered her ministrations accordingly, so that in no time at all he was grunting with a greater intensity. Little Red’s head bobbed up and down and despite the fact that her jaw was beginning to ache, she discovered her own arousal pulsating between her thighs once more. As she sucked and slurped on the Wolf’s enormous shaft she considered that soon she would feel it inside her, and although there was nothing she wanted more, the idea alone caused her heartbeat to race.
‘Mmm, you’re doing very well, Little Red,’ he purred as he wound his fists into her silky soft hair, pulling her still lower onto him and grinding his hips back and forth. Poor Red began to worry that she might choke if he dared to enter her any deeper, but it also felt strangely satisfying to be used solely for the pleasure of another. She felt his prick twitch and spasm within her mouth, and wondered if now would be her chance to experience a man spurting down her throat, but just as he released a rumbling growl of pleasure he lifted her startled face away and his thick cock, glistening with her saliva, plopped from her mouth completely.
The time had finally come, and like a giant beast stalking its prey the Wolf crawled over her on hands and knees, pressing his naked chest against her breasts so that she had no option but to lie back on the mattress, pinned between it and his considerable bulk. With one hand he parted her thighs wide, and she made no effort to resist him.
She gasped nervously as the tip of his cock touched the flushed swell of her mound. She felt him draw up and down, smearing it with her own moisture and lubricating the head before he settled it against her entrance. Slowly he began to push, and Little Red shut her eyes tight with fear, drawing short breaths as she felt her body begin to yield. Her pussy lips stretched wide around the swelling head of his prick, but for such a beast of a man he was remarkably gentle. He pulled back two or three times to allow her to relax a little. She had never felt anything quite like it as he pushed deeper and deeper with every forward movement, and at the point where she felt as though she’d be torn in two if she was stretched any further, when her head swam with a heady mix of discomfort and bliss, the Wolf suddenly released a mighty howl and sank deep within her.
Poor Little Red cried out, her inner muscles convulsing against his stout shaft as he held still, buried in her to the hilt. Beyond the shock of the moment she gasped at how wonderful it felt to be penetrated so completely.
In time the Wolf drew slowly back until the thick ridge of his cock began to pull at her entrance once more, before he powered forward again, causing her to cry out with bliss-filled pleasure. The Wolf fucked Little Red with long smooth strokes of his giant shaft, and she angled her hips to accept him fully.
‘Oh, God!’ she cried, even though she knew it was particularly wrong to blaspheme on a Sunday. But she simply couldn’t help herself, and we must forgive her as the sensation of his outrageous cock pumping in and out was so much more than she had ever imagined it could be, and without thinking she raked her fingernails deep into the flesh of his back until even he was forced to curse and rise up on his arms.
‘Oh, fuck!’ she shrieked, shutting her eyes and biting her lower lip. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Mr Wolf!’ and the Wolf dutifully obliged.
He took her ankles in his giant fists and lifted her legs high and wide apart so that her bottom was lifted from the bed and she was forced to cry out with desperate sobs of pleasure. He withdrew completely and flipped her onto her front, before entering her from behind in a way that allowed her to imagine she was one of the whores from the village, or better still, that she was being taken against her will. And just when she felt her second climax begin to swell, he threw her onto her back again, sinking his wet erection deep inside her again.
The Wolf thrust and Little Red gasped to the wonderful joy of being fucked so thoroughly at last. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, and her scream of delight caused startled birds on the fringes of the forest to take flight. She had never known pleasure quite like it, but then gradually, inevitably, she began to slow and her awareness returned to a level where she could watch and feel the Wolf finding his own ultimate release deep within her weary body.
For a time they were still, hearts racing, exhausted. Little Red drew in the salty scent of his fresh sweat, proud that she’d given him such pleasure. Eventually the Wolf rolled to
one side with a grunt and she rather cheekily threw out an arm so that her hand could rest upon his sticky, semi-erect prick.
A short while later, and with no little disappointment, she watched as he climbed from the bed. He stood before her, naked and unabashed, and she couldn’t help but eye his mighty cock hanging between those trunk-like thighs, and she dearly wanted to play with it some more.
‘Time to get you back home, Little Red,’ he said. ‘Your family will be wondering where you’ve got to, and as it’ll be a full moon this night, there’s no telling what beasts will be out there with a taste for fresh blood.’
Red gave him a sideways glance to check that he was joking, but he ignored her and set about dressing. Releasing a sudden involuntary shiver she agreed that perhaps it was indeed time for them to leave, and climbed off the bed to wash and dress too.
Like a good girl she changed the bed linen and found a clay jug to arrange the wild flowers in, while the Wolf set fresh firewood in the hearth for granny.
They took the long way back by the road, but it was much cooler now, and in a way she wanted to take her time. She had so much she wanted to ask him, about his travels, and if any of the stories people told about him were true, but for once she was just happy being silent, and so they walked on without sharing a word, enjoying the first signs of sunset painting the sky with purple and gold.
Once they reached the boundary of her father’s farm they stood still. ‘Would you like to come and share some food?’ Red asked, a little shyly. ‘I’m sure there’ll be plenty left over from lunch.’ The Wolf just smiled and shook his shaggy head.
Red turned and looked towards her little house in the distance, the first oil lamps already burning from within, and she knew he was right. He would not be welcomed.
Spinning round to say a final goodbye and to ask if she might see him again, Little Red gasped to discover that she was all alone once more. This time she didn’t bother to look for where he might be, as she knew well that he was gone, yet perhaps still watching.
And so, dear reader, as Little Red wound her way up the tree-lined path to her home, we reach the end of our tale. Does it finish with a happily-ever-after? Well in a way I suppose it does, only perhaps not in the way you might expect. Red did not marry the Wolf and they did not settle down in the forest to raise a little pack of their own. In the same way as a wolf will always be a wild killer at heart, no matter how carefully you train it, Little Red would always be Little Red. It was in her nature, and it wasn’t long before she was back to her old tricks and enjoying herself as before.
I could go on to tell you about how she soon sought those boys who had once paid her brother to watch as she bathed, to offer them so much more if they gave their money directly to her instead.
I could let you know that the very next time she led a little audience to watch her swim naked in the creek, she marched straight up to where they lay hidden and demanded they touch her inappropriately or else she would tell her father they’d been spying on her.
I could tell you that on that very next Friday evening, when the farmhands returned drunk from the tavern, Little Red came knocking at their door to show them she was not so ‘little’ any more.
Maybe I could even tell you how that following summer, when once more the travellers came to work the fields, she allowed them to persuade her that, where they came from, it was quite normal for a pretty young lady, such as she, to suck their cocks one after the other, until her body was rendered little more than a sticky mess.
I could even go on to let you know that, when the mood took her, Little Red could be found wandering alone in the forest with a bare bum and short dress in the hope that she might stumble across wicked men who might tie her up and use her young body until she would be forced to beg for mercy.
These are all tales for another day, however, and ones I will gladly tell; all you need do is find me...
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