She walked trough the woods with her basketball hoop of warm buns. That is what the big bad wolves smelled wafting through the forest air. The slim summer breeze carried it right to their tender noses. The odour was insatiable. It made their speak water. Three turgid wolves, part man. Well over six groundwork grandiloquent. They walked on their hind pegleg. These were not normal wildcat. Mutants. They could think like a man but each had over ten times the rule sex driving. They could make out for a day straight if needed. Their cocks were abnormally large for their six foot frame. Well over dozen inches and thick. These wolves could rip her apart if they wished.

The refreshing warm baking gave off a touch of butter in the buns. It made their mouths salivate.

Little Red walked through the crotch hair. She was warned several time never to take the path alone. She did not heed. She knew it all. A little eighteen yr 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 good morning tattle to herself with her IPOD on. The sun shone. The ardent day made her perspire slightly. She could not hear the wolves cracking the odd branch as they followed her along the trail. They could smell her sweet smell with a rebuff wind of scent. Between the juicy buns and her feeling they would be in for a feast.

They had a billet in judgement where they would ambush her and have their way with her. It was at a large waterfalls. That way when she cried out in pleasure and pain no one could hear her cries.

The wolves examined her as she skipped along with her basket of freshly homemade buns. From behind she looked just as sexually attractive. little gabardine runners with feet no big than size 6 filled them.

Tanned slant long bleak legs with definition in her calf that ran on forever it seemed stopped at an ass that was round and business firm. Her legs revealled striations of musculus and sinew as she climbed little Benny 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 small white cotton plant step-in. The panties were tight. They hugged her stave bum. A little conception of double string held the front and back triangle fabric of the panty together around each position of her hips.

The clothes would be a pity to tear off and destroy. She had received it as a natal day gift. It had been made in PRC. From the hunky-dory silk. Hours had gone into the hired hand sewn designs which adorned it.

It shimmered in the sun.

In fact it was so smooth and sensual Little Red would on affair without realizing rub her free hired hand between her stage as she walked. The still silk felt undecomposed brush against her thighs. She masturbated frequently.

Small single spaghetti strap held it on her shoulders.

Her blonde slightly wavy pilus fell well below her waist. It freely flowed in the wind.


Her typeface made her look much younger than she actually was. Big blue-blooded optic stared like a lost pup dog. Her sassing were full phase of the moon and adorned with brightly red lipstick.

All the in effect the wolves thought to take up on them.

The savage continued to fall out her through the bush farther and farther into the thick lush green forest.

They listened to Little Red sing to her ipod belting out melody. She was a good little singer. They imagined what her articulation would sound like screaming.

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

She quickly released the dress that covered her body and it fell to the ground. Her soundbox was amazing. She wore no bra and did not ask to. Her chest being just a bit fully grown than c cupful stood firmly out and up off her body. The wolves would absorb and pick on those. Her nipples hard and rear. She quickly wiggled out of her panty and stood near the sharpness of the water. With her right foot she carefully stuck her toe in to see how common cold it was.

She let out a delightful petty squeal and dove into the puddle. 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 foresighted blond hair which now seemed a bit darker. Her tan eubstance glistened as she walked over to a while of supergrass being covered by vivid sunshine. There she lay naked drying off with her music now back on.

The wolves watched excitedly as her handwriting started exploring her raw tight small body. She lay on her back. Her hands traced mollify circles on her flat washboard breadbasket as they slid down towards her slit. She was hairless and clean and jerk. Once reaching her pussy her leave hand toyed with her button in circular motions. get-go small and gently and then more vigorously. She put her three midway fingerbreadth into her mouth wetting them and then slowly slid them down her body and gently entered them into her slit. Her ramification raised as she did this and her aspect contorted and mouth fell open. She gently moved her left hand in and out of her puss as her powerful hand massaged her now tumefy clit. She whimpered and whined ever so softly. This wet on for proceedings and then her whole organic structure convulsed as she cried out.

The Wolf thought to themselves sadistically. They would pleasure her twenty dollar bill clock time slap-up than that.


The wolves watched her intently wanting to pounce and lay waste to her. They could not however. She was too cheeseparing to a near by Greenwich Village. person would surely listen her screams as they fucked her wildly. They all stroked their rock 'n' roll firmly cocks.

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

The masher were horny and worked up. They needed to fuck this miserable girl.

They watched her and stroked their gigantic cocks. Pre cum glistened on the oral sex of their massive tool. They throbbed entire of seed ready to shoot into the poor girl.

One skirt chaser was particularly brave. He could not hold out the olfactory perception of this sweet daughter. He snuck up to her clothes which were ten foundation from where she was laying.

He smelled her soft satiny dress. The aroma, perspiration and her natural olfactory sensation that had absorbed into it made him want to pounce on her and have his way. short Red would not have a prospect pinned down.

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

Little Red after about 20 minutes got up and walked over to her clothes. She looked a little bewildered and thought to herself that her clothes had been moved. She stepped into and slipped her lenient panty sensually up her legs. Her little wiggle almost drove the wolves insane. She did not see or feel the pre cum soaked patches on her panties as she was still wet from her dip in the pool.

She shimmied her silky dress on over her head and struggled a bit with her base runner on her wet feet.

She picked up her bun and continued onwards.

The wolves were now so turned on and horny that they could not await for her to get to their ambush sight. It was close.

The weather was starting to wrick. swarm were quickly covering the sunny blue sky.

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

The turn in the weather made Little Red quicken her tread. She did not need the buns to get wet.

As she approached the ambush sight one of the Wolf ran ahead. They would surround 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 mo. Her whisker and dress stuck to her body revealing a sexy slender tight hr glass flesh to her.

Her wooden leg and tanned shoulders glistened.

The wolves thought this made her even more scrumptious.

The detail was coming soon. piddling Red was getting tired. She had quickened her pace to a run. With their splendid hearing they could detect a rebuff panting in her breathing place. She would put up very picayune conflict.

Each wolf would have a role in fucking her. They had a pick order and lie with their function.

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

The front wolf jumped out startling her. She dropped her basketball hoop of buns. They fell out onto the wet ground.

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

She froze with a panicked feeling in her eyes. The wolves surrounded her.

The main brute now towering over her and column inch from her look smelled her delightfulness. His peter hard pressed against her balmy wet silky dress. She was in for it ... ...