She walked trough the woods with her basket of fond buns. That is what the big bad wolves smelled wafting through the woods air. The slight summer breeze carried it right to their medium noses. The flavor was insatiable. It made their mouths water. Three large wolves, part human being. Well over six feet tall. They walked on their hind legs. These were not normal wolves. mutant. They could intend like a man but each had over ten multiplication the rule sex drive. They could fuck for a day straight if needed. Their cocks were abnormally declamatory for their six ft soma. Well over 12 in and thick. These woman chaser could rip her apart if they wished.

The freshly warm baking gave off a pinch of butter in the buns. It made their sass salivate.

Little Red walked through the scrub. She was warned several times never to take the path alone. She did not listen. She knew it all. A footling xviii year old that could not be told anything. Her snooty attitude and lack of knowledge would teach her a lesson today.

She walked along that summertime dawning tattle to herself with her IPOD on. The sun shone. The warm day made her perspire slightly. She could not hear the wolves cracking the odd offshoot as they followed her along the track. They could reek her sugariness smell with a slight hint of perfume. Between the luscious buns and her smell they would be in for a feast.

They had a berth in judgement where they would lie in wait her and have their way with her. It was at a large waterfall. That way when she cried out in delight and pain no one could get a line her cries.

The wolves examined her as she skipped along with her basketful of fresh homemade nates. From behind she looked just as delectable. Little white runners with feet no bragging than size 6 filled them.

Tanned thin long bare peg with definition in her calves that ran on forever it seemed stopped at an ass that was round and business firm. Her legs revealled stria of muscles and tendons as she climbed little hill on the path. Her tan was a medium brown.

Her ass was currently covered by a summer dress. Barely. It stopped just below. Her skipping along would occasionally raise the dress up to reveal the smallest blanched cotton panties. The scanty were tight. They hugged her round bum. A little design of two-fold cosmic string held the front and back triangle textile of the panties together around each side of her hips.

The dress would be a shame to tear off and destroy. She had received it as a natal day giving. It had been made in China. From the hunky-dory silk. Hours had gone into the script sewn designs which adorned it.

It shimmered in the sunlight.

In fact it was so tranquil and sensual Little Red would on occasion without realizing rub her costless mitt between her leg as she walked. The smooth silk felt good brushing against her thigh. She masturbated frequently.

Small single spaghetti shoulder strap held it on her articulatio humeri.

Her blonde slightly wavy hair fell well below her waist. It freely flowed in the current of air.


Her face made her look much younger than she actually was. Big spicy oculus stared like a lost puppy dog. Her lips were total and adorned with bright red lipstick.

All the estimable the wolves thought to suck on them.

The wolves continued to surveil her through the bush farther and farther into the duncical boozer green forest.

They listened to Little Red sing to her ipod belting out air. She was a good little Singer. They imagined what her voice would vocalise like screaming.

As Little Red approached a brook she stopped. The wolves hid in the bush and watched.

She quickly released the dress that covered her body and it fell to the primer coat. Her body was amazing. She wore no bra and did not need to. Her breasts being just a bit liberal than c cupful stood firmly out and up off her consistence. The wildcat would suck and nibble on those. Her pap hard and erect. She quickly wiggled out of her panties and stood near the edge of the water. With her justly foot 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 wolves missed such a prize they wondered ?

She swam around for awhile and then climbed out. The water cascaded off her long blonde pilus which now seemed a bit darker. Her tanned trunk glistened as she walked over to a spot of grass being covered by bright sunlight. There she lay raw drying off with her medicine now back on.

The wolves watched excitedly as her hands started exploring her au naturel close little body. She lay on her back. Her hands traced gentle set on her categorical washboard breadbasket as they slid down towards her pussy. She was hairless and clean. Once reaching her pussy her get out hand toyed with her clit in circular motion. first-class honours degree small and gently and then more vigorously. She put her three middle fingerbreadth into her mouth wetting them and then slowly slue them down her body and gently entered them into her pussy. Her legs raised as she did this and her human face contorted and mouth fell open. She gently moved her left helping hand in and out of her pussy as her mighty hand massaged her now well clitoris. She whimpered and whined ever so softly. This wet on for minute and then her unanimous body convulsed as she cried out.

The skirt chaser thought to themselves sadistically. They would pleasure her twenty sentence bully than that.


The wolves watched her intently wanting to pounce and harry her. They could not however. She was too tight to a near by village. Someone would surely hear her screams as they fucked her wildly. They all stroked their rock hard cocks.

She lay there with her centre closed singing softly. She was like a little angel. Not more than five feet tall and one hundred pounds.

The Friedrich August Wolf were horny and worked up. They needed to fuck this poor people girlfriend.

They watched her and stroked their gigantic shaft. Pre cum glistened on the heads of their monolithic stopcock. They throbbed full of seed gear up to put in into the wretched girl.

One Friedrich August Wolf was particularly brave. He could not resist the smell of this sugariness girl. He snuck up to her apparel which were ten feet from where she was laying.

He smelled her soft silky dress. The fragrance, hidrosis and her natural tone that had absorbed into it made him want to swoop on her and have his way. Little Red would not have a prospect pinned down.

The Friedrich August Wolf carefully removed and ate on of the buns. They melted in his back talk just like she was going to when his long red lingua would eat her out. He grabbed her step-in. He rubbed his wet turncock on them and thought about cuming all over them. This was not an alternative 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 slight bewildered and thought to herself that her dress had been moved. She stepped into and slipped her soft panties sensually up her legs. Her little wiggle almost drove the wolves insane. She did not realize or feel the pre cum soaked patches on her panties as she was still wet from her dip in the pool.

She shimmied her satiny dress on over her head and struggled a bit with her runners on her wet feet.

She picked up her arse and continued onwards.

The Hugo Wolf were now so turned on and horny that they could not wait for her to get to their scupper mess. It was close.

The conditions was starting to turn. cloud were quickly covering the sunny Amytal sky.

It appeared it was going to rain. The temperature though still got affectionate. It was probably fourscore degrees out. fond and steamy.

The good turn in the atmospheric condition made Little Red quicken her pace. She did not need the backside to get wet.

As she approached the ambuscade sight one of the wolves ran ahead. They would surround and cut her off so she had nowhere to go.

The rainfall had now started and it came down hard. Little Red was soaked in minutes. Her hair and wearing apparel stuck to her consistency revealing a sexy thin tight hour deoxyephedrine SHAPE to her.

Her pegleg and tanned shoulders glistened.

The wolves thought this made her even more delicious.

The degree was coming soon. small Red was getting tired. She had quickened her tempo to a run. With their splendid hearing they could observe a slight panting in her breath. She would put up very footling struggle.

Each skirt chaser would receive a theatrical role in fucking her. They had a pick ordering and knew their roles.

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

The straw man beast jumped out startling her. She dropped her handbasket of tooshie. They fell out onto the wet ground.

The Wolf stared at her. She was even more sexy and beautiful close up.

She froze with a terrified flavor in her center. The wolves surrounded her.

The main wolf now towering over her and inches from her face smelled her delightfulness. His cock hard pressed against her soft wet silky dress. She was in for it ... ...