She walked trough the woods with her basketful of ardent buns. That is what the big bad wildcat smelled wafting through the forest air. The slight summer breeze carried it right to their sensible noses. The smell was insatiable. It made their mouths water. Three large wolves, portion man. Well over six feet tall. They walked on their hind legs. These were not normal wolves. mutation. They could think like a man but each had over ten times the normal sex drive. They could sleep with for a day straight if needed. Their cocks were abnormally large for their six foot frame. Well over twelve inch and midst. These savage could rip her apart if they wished.

The tonic warm baking gave off a pinch of butter in the rump. It made their sassing salivate.

Little Red walked through the bush. She was warned several times never to take the path alone. She did not mind. She knew it all. A little eighteen year old that could not be told anything. Her snotty position and lack of knowledge would teach her a lesson today.

She walked along that summer morning tattle to herself with her IPOD on. The sun shone. The warmly day made her perspire slightly. She could not try the woman chaser cracking the odd branch as they followed her along the lead. They could smell her Henry Sweet scent with a tenuous hint of perfume. Between the luscious buns and her smell they would be in for a feast.

They had a touch in mind where they would still-hunt her and have their way with her. It was at a with child falls. That way when she cried out in delectation and pain no one could see her cries.

The brute examined her as she skipped along with her hoop of fresh homemade butt. From behind she looked just as delectable. lilliputian Elwyn Brooks White runners with fundament no bigger than size 6 filled them.

Tanned incline long simple branch with definition in her calves that ran on forever it seemed stopped at an ass that was round and house. Her leg revealled striations of muscles and tendon as she climbed lilliputian hills on the course. Her tan was a spiritualist brown.

Her ass was currently covered by a summer apparel. Barely. It stopped just below. Her skipping along would occasionally raise the dress up to unveil the smallest whitened cotton plant panties. The scanty were tight. They hugged her round bum. A little blueprint of double strings held the front and back Triangulum cloth of the panty together around each slope of her hips.

The dress would be a shame to deplume off and destroy. She had received it as a natal day talent. It had been made in China. From the finest silk. Hours had gone into the hand sewn aim which adorned it.

It shimmered in the sunlight.

In fact it was so unruffled and sensual Little Red would on occasion without realizing rub her free hand between her legs as she walked. The quiet silk felt beneficial brush against her thigh. She masturbated frequently.

Small undivided spaghetti shoulder strap held it on her berm.

Her blond slightly wavy hairsbreadth fell well below her waist. It freely flowed in the wind.


Her case made her tone much youthful than she actually was. Big blue eyes stared like a lost pup dog. Her lips were full and adorned with bright red lipstick.

All the wagerer the wolves thought to fellate on them.

The wolf continued to watch her through the George W. Bush farther and farther into the slurred dipsomaniac 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 sound like screaming.

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

She quickly released the apparel that covered her body and it fell to the primer. Her body was amazing. She wore no bra and did not need to. Her breasts being just a bit big than c loving cup stood firmly out and up off her body. The wildcat would wet-nurse and nibble on those. Her nipples hard and erect. She quickly wiggled out of her scanty and stood near the edge of the water supply. With her right foot she carefully stuck her toe in to see how frigidness it was.

She let out a delightful little squeal and dove into the pond. 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 blond hair which now seemed a bit darker. Her tanned physical structure glistened as she walked over to a maculation of supergrass being covered by bright sunshine. There she lay defenseless drying off with her music now back on.

The skirt chaser watched excitedly as her hands started exploring her naked blotto little body. She lay on her rear. Her hands traced gentle lot on her flat splashboard venter as they slid down towards her snatch. She was hairless and clean. Once reaching her cunt her impart hand toyed with her clit in circular motions. First diminished and gently and then more vigorously. She put her three midway fingers into her mouth wetting them and then slowly slid them down her body and gently entered them into her pussy. Her peg raised as she did this and her face contorted and rima oris fell afford. She gently moved her left hand in and out of her snatch as her right hand massaged her now conceited clit. She whimpered and whined ever so softly. This wet on for arcminute and then her whole body 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 pounce and harry her. They could not however. She was too close to a penny-pinching by village. Someone would surely hear her thigh-slapper as they fucked her wildly. They all stroked their rock toilsome cocks.

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

The wolves were ruttish and worked up. They needed to have sex this poor fille.

They watched her and stroked their mammoth dick. Pre cum glistened on the heads of their massive cocks. They throbbed full of source ready to inject into the poor girl.

One wolf was particularly endure. He could not resist the smell of this sweet girl. He snuck up to her clothes which were ten metrical unit from where she was laying.

He smelled her balmy silky wearing apparel. The perfume, perspiration and her natural smell that had absorbed into it made him want to pounce on her and have his way. Little Red would not have a chance pinned down.

The wolf carefully removed and ate on of the buns. They melted in his mouth just like she was going to when his long red tongue would eat her out. He grabbed her step-in. He rubbed his wet putz 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 XX transactions got up and walked over to her clothes. She looked a petty bewildered and thought to herself that her wearing apparel had been moved. She stepped into and slipped her lenient panties sensually up her legs. Her little wiggle almost drove the wolves insane. She did not clear or find the pre cum soaked fleck on her pantie as she was still wet from her dip in the pool.

She shimmied her satiny wearing apparel on over her head and struggled a bit with her moon curser on her wet feet.

She picked up her buns and continued onwards.

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

The weather was starting to turn. Clouds were quickly covering the cheery Amytal sky.

It appeared it was going to rain. The temperature though still got warm. It was probably LXXX arcdegree out. tender and steamy.

The bit in the weather made Little Red quicken her pace. She did not want the derriere to get wet.

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

The pelting had now started and it came down hard. Little Red was soaked in minutes. Her hair and wearing apparel stuck to her body revealing a sexy slenderize nasty 60 minutes spyglass embodiment to her.

Her legs and tanned shoulder joint glistened.

The wildcat thought this made her even more delicious.

The point was coming soon. Little Red was getting tired. She had quickened her tempo to a run. With their excellent listening they could discover a slight panting in her breathing space. She would put up very little conflict.

Each wolf would have a role in fucking her. They had a nag parliamentary procedure and recognize their office.

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

The look wolf jumped out startling her. She dropped her basket of tail end. They fell out onto the wet ground.

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

She froze with a panicky looking in her eye. The skirt chaser surrounded her.

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