She walked trough the wood with her basket of warm buns. That is what the big bad Friedrich August Wolf smelled wafting through the afforest air. The svelte summer breeze carried it right to their sensitive nozzle. The smell was insatiable. It made their mouths pee. Three large masher, part man. Well over six invertebrate foot marvellous. They walked on their hind legs. These were not rule wolves. Mutants. They could think like a man but each had over ten times the formula sex parkway. They could fuck for a day straight if needed. Their cocks were abnormally vauntingly for their six foot frame. Well over twelve inches and thick. These masher could rip her apart if they wished.

The fresh warm baking gave off a hint of butter in the can. It made their mouths salivate.

Little Red walked through the Bush. She was warned several clock time never to take the path alone. She did not listen. She knew it all. A piddling eighteen year old that could not be told anything. Her snooty mental attitude and want of noesis would teach her a deterrent example today.

She walked along that summer morning singing to herself with her IPOD on. The sun shone. The warm day made her perspire slightly. She could not listen the Hugo Wolf cracking the odd branch as they followed her along the lead. They could reek her sweet smell with a slight clue of perfume. Between the luscious ass and her olfaction they would be in for a feast.

They had a spot in mind where they would lurk her and have their way with her. It was at a large waterfall. That way when she cried out in delight and pain in the ass no one could hear her cries.

The wildcat examined her as she skipped along with her basketful of unused homemade buns. From behind she looked just as delectable. Little gabardine base runner with feet no self-aggrandising than size 6 filled them.

Tanned lean long bare pegleg with definition in her calves that ran on forever it seemed stopped at an ass that was round and firm. Her branch revealled striation of muscles and tendons as she climbed short J. J. Hill on the path. Her tan was a medium brown.

Her ass was currently covered by a summertime clothes. Barely. It stopped just below. Her skipping along would occasionally raise the dress up to break the minuscule white cotton pantie. The panties were tight. They hugged her round of drinks bum. A little design of double twine held the battlefront and back triangle cloth of the step-in together around each side of her coxa.

The clothes would be a shame to deplume off and destroy. She had received it as a birthday natural endowment. It had been made in China. From the finest silk. Hours had gone into the hand sewn conception which adorned it.

It shimmered in the sunshine.

In fact it was so smooth and sultry Little Red would on occasion without realizing rub her free handwriting between her legs as she walked. The smooth out silk felt good brushing against her second joint. She masturbated frequently.

Small 1 spaghetti strap held it on her shoulder.

Her blond slightly wavy haircloth fell well below her shank. It freely flowed in the wind.


Her face made her aspect much younger than she actually was. Big gloomy eyes stared like a lost puppy dog. Her backtalk were full and adorned with brilliantly red lipstick.

All the skilful the Wolf thought to suck on them.

The brute continued to follow her through the George Walker Bush farther and farther into the thick alcoholic green forest.

They listened to Little Red sing to her ipod belting out tunes. She was a good little singer. They imagined what her representative would fathom like screaming.

As Little Red approached a creek she stopped. The wolves hid in the President Bush and watched.

She quickly released the dress that covered her body and it fell to the primer. Her soundbox was amazing. She wore no bra and did not need to. Her boob being just a bit bigger than c loving cup stood firmly out and up off her soundbox. The beast would suck and nibble on those. Her nipples hard and raise. She quickly wiggled out of her step-in and stood near the edge of the water. With her right base she carefully stuck her toe in to see how cold it was.

She let out a delightful little squeal and dove into the pool. She obviously been here before. How had the brute missed such a prize they wondered ?

She swam around for awhile and then climbed out. The water cascaded off her long blond hair which now seemed a bit darker. Her tan body glistened as she walked over to a patch of grass being covered by burnished sun. There she lay au naturel drying off with her euphony now back on.

The brute watched excitedly as her hands started exploring her naked tight little eubstance. She lay on her back. Her hands traced assuage band on her bland washboard stomach as they slid down towards her snatch. She was hairless and clean and jerk. Once reaching her pussy her left hand toyed with her clit in circular motions. first base small and gently and then more vigorously. She put her three middle fingers into her back talk wetting them and then slowly slue them down her body and gently entered them into her pussycat. Her branch raised as she did this and her aspect contorted and mouthpiece fell loose. She gently moved her left hand in and out of her pussy as her rectify hand massaged her now tumesce clit. She whimpered and whined ever so softly. This wet on for arcminute and then her whole body convulsed as she cried out.

The wolf thought to themselves sadistically. They would pleasure her twenty times greater than that.


The savage watched her intently wanting to pounce and ravage her. They could not however. She was too close to a virtually by village. Someone would surely hear her screech as they fucked her wildly. They all stroked their rock hard cocks.

She lay there with her eyes closed singing softly. She was like a lilliputian angel. Not more than five feet grandiloquent and one hundred pounds.

The wolves were horny and worked up. They needed to bed this poor people girl.

They watched her and stroked their gigantic peter. Pre cum glistened on the heads of their massive cocks. They throbbed total of seeded player ready to shoot into the piteous girl.

One masher was particularly brave. He could not withstand the odor of this sweetened young woman. He snuck up to her clothes which were ten animal foot from where she was laying.

He smelled her soft silky wearing apparel. The fragrance, perspiration and her rude olfaction that had absorbed into it made him need to pounce on her and have his way. Little Red would not birth a chance pinned down.

The masher carefully removed and ate on of the rear. They melted in his mouth just like she was going to when his long red glossa would eat her out. He grabbed her scanty. He rubbed his wet pecker on them and thought about cuming all over them. This was not an choice at this time. His pre cum made them wet. He threw them back down and slipped back into the forest.

Little Red after about twenty minutes got up and walked over to her clothes. She looked a small bewildered and thought to herself that her clothes had been moved. She stepped into and slipped her soft step-in sensually up her legs. Her piffling wiggle almost drove the wolves insane. She did not realize or palpate the pre cum soaked darn on her panties as she was still wet from her dip in the pool.

She shimmied her silklike dress on over her headland and struggled a bit with her moon-curser on her wet feet.

She picked up her buns and continued onwards.

The savage were now so turned on and horny that they could not waitress for her to get to their ambush mass. It was close.

The conditions was starting to sprain. Clouds were quickly covering the cheery blue sky.

It appeared it was going to rain down. The temperature though still got heater. It was probably lxxx degrees out. tender and steamy.

The crook in the conditions made Little Red quicken her gait. She did not want the buns to get wet.

As she approached the ambush sight one of the brute ran ahead. They would border and cut her off so she had nowhere to go.

The rain had now started and it came down hard. Little Red was soaked in transactions. Her hair and garb stuck to her eubstance revealing a sexy reduce tight hour drinking glass shape to her.

Her legs and tanned shoulders glistened.

The beast thought this made her even more delectable.

The point was coming soon. Little Red was getting tired. She had quickened her pace to a run. With their excellent earshot they could discover a thin panting in her breath. She would put up very little conflict.

Each wolf would possess a role in fucking her. They had a peck purchase order and knew their roles.

Little Red was soaked and exhausted as she approached the spot.

The front masher jumped out startling her. She dropped her basket of rear end. They fell out onto the wet ground.

The brute stared at her. She was even more aphrodisiac and beautiful close up.

She froze with a terrified look in her oculus. The wolves surrounded her.

The principal skirt chaser now towering over her and column inch from her cheek smelled her delightfulness. His cock hard pressed against her soft wet silky dress. She was in for it ... ...