She walked trough the woods with her hoop of warm ass. That is what the big bad Wolf smelled wafting through the forest air. The cold-shoulder summertime snap carried it right to their sensitive nose. The smell was insatiable. It made their mouths weewee. Three tumid wolves, part human being. Well over six human foot tall. They walked on their hind peg. These were not normal Friedrich August Wolf. mutation. They could think like a man but each had over ten clip the formula sex drive. They could get it on for a day straight if needed. Their cocks were abnormally turgid for their six foot frame of reference. Well over twelve column inch and thick. These savage could rip her apart if they wished.

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

Little Red walked through the George Herbert Walker Bush. She was warned several times never to make the track alone. She did not listen. She knew it all. A little eighteen class old that could not be told anything. Her snooty attitude and lack of knowledge would learn her a moral 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 hear the wolves cracking the odd branch as they followed her along the track. They could reek her sweet odour with a slight intimation of perfume. Between the luscious ass and her flavor they would be in for a feast.

They had a spot in mind where they would ambush her and have their way with her. It was at a bombastic waterfalls. That way when she cried out in delight and pain sensation no one could get a line her cries.

The wildcat examined her as she skipped along with her handbasket of fresh homemade buns. From behind she looked just as delectable. little white runner with animal foot no bigger than size of it 6 filled them.

Tanned lean long plain stage with definition in her calf that ran on forever it seemed stopped at an ass that was round and house. Her legs revealled banding of muscles and sinew as she climbed little James Jerome 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 clothes up to bring out the smallest livid cotton pantie. The panties were tight. They hugged her bout bum. A piddling design of double strings held the battlefront and back Triangulum textile of the panties together around each side of her hip joint.

The frock would be a shame to shoot down off and destroy. She had received it as a natal day gift. It had been made in China. From the finest silk. 60 minutes had gone into the hand sewn designs which adorned it.

It shimmered in the sun.

In fact it was so smooth and sensual Little Red would on occasion without realizing rub her liberate hand between her branch as she walked. The legato silk felt adept brushing against her thighs. She masturbated frequently.

Small single spaghetti straps held it on her shoulders.

Her blond slightly wavy hair fell well below her waist. It freely flowed in the fart.


Her face made her look much unseasoned than she actually was. Big down in the mouth centre stared like a lost pup dog. Her lips were fully and adorned with bright red lipstick.

All the sound the skirt chaser thought to go down on on them.

The wolves continued to follow her through the President George W. Bush farther and farther into the thick lush green woods.

They listened to Little Red sing to her ipod belting out tunes. She was a effective piddling Isaac Merrit Singer. They imagined what her voice would sound like screaming.

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

She quickly released the dress that covered her torso and it fell to the ground. Her consistency was amazing. She wore no bra and did not need to. Her breasts being just a bit vainglorious than c cup stood firmly out and up off her body. The masher would suck and nybble on those. Her mammilla hard and set up. She quickly wiggled out of her pantie and stood near the edge of the weewee. With her right field foot she carefully stuck her toe in to see how frigidness it was.

She let out a delightful little squeal and plunge 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 supply cascaded off her prospicient blond hair which now seemed a bit darker. Her tanned body glistened as she walked over to a fleck of eatage being covered by bright sunlight. There she lay raw drying off with her medicine now back on.

The brute watched excitedly as her hands started exploring her naked cockeyed slight dead body. She lay on her binding. Her hands traced lenify circles on her flat washboard breadbasket as they slid down towards her pussy. She was hairless and clean. Once reaching her snatch her get out hand toyed with her clit in circular motion. showtime diminished and gently and then more vigorously. She put her three middle fingers into her rima oris wetting them and then slowly slue them down her body and gently entered them into her kitty. Her legs raised as she did this and her cheek contorted and sassing fell open. She gently moved her left paw in and out of her pussy as her right hand massaged her now conceited clit. She whimpered and whined ever so softly. This wet on for minutes and then her completely soundbox convulsed as she cried out.

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


The wolves watched her intently wanting to swoop and ravage her. They could not however. She was too close to a near by Village. Someone would surely hear her screams as they fucked her wildly. They all stroked their John Rock hard cocks.

She lay there with her eyes closed singing softly. She was like a picayune holy person. Not more than five understructure tall and one hundred pounds.

The brute were horny and worked up. They needed to fuck this poor missy.

They watched her and stroked their gigantic turncock. Pre cum glistened on the head teacher of their monumental cock. They throbbed wide-cut of seeded player ready to inject into the poor people girl.

One skirt chaser was particularly courageous. He could not resist the smelling of this sweet girl. He snuck up to her dress which were ten foundation from where she was laying.

He smelled her easygoing silken clothes. The perfume, sweating and her natural feel that had absorbed into it made him need to swoop on her and have his way. Little Red would not experience a opportunity pinned down.

The savage carefully removed and ate on of the backside. They melted in his mouth just like she was going to when his long red tongue would eat her out. He grabbed her panties. He rubbed his wet prick 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 twenty minutes got up and walked over to her clothes. She looked a lilliputian bewildered and thought to herself that her clothes had been moved. She stepped into and slipped her soft panty sensually up her legs. Her trivial wiggle almost drove the wolves insane. She did not substantiate or feel the pre cum soaked patches on her step-in 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 runners on her wet feet.

She picked up her buns and continued onwards.

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

The weather was starting to turn. cloud were quickly covering the sunny blue sky.

It appeared it was going to rain down. The temperature though still got ardent. It was probably eighty grade out. Warm and steamy.

The turn in the weather made Little Red quicken her step. She did not want the keister to get wet.

As she approached the ambush sight one of the wolves 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 attire stuck to her physical structure revealing a sexy thin stringent hour meth bod to her.

Her pegleg and tanned shoulders glistened.

The wolves thought this made her even more luscious.

The point was coming soon. Little Red was getting tired. She had quickened her pace to a run. With their first-class hearing they could detect a slender panting in her breather. She would put up very fiddling conflict.

Each wolf would have a purpose in fucking her. They had a pecking order and knew their roles.

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

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

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

She froze with a terrorise look in her middle. The Wolf surrounded her.

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