Erotic Red Riding Hood
The Red Riding Hood story was first published in France in 1697, and existed as a folk tale even before then. It is in the public domain, and can be adapted by anyone.
“Lick it. Please lick it.”
Little Red Riding Hood liked to play with boys. She did so whenever she could. She was at that age. She had just turned nineteen, and she could think of little else. If she wasn’t playing with herself, chances were good she was playing with boys.
Like now, for instance. She was in her tiny bedroom in the small house she shared with her mother, at the edge of the great, dark woods. Two boys were in the room with her. They were big, strapping country boys, both eighteen, farmhands who lived nearby. They were rude, and crude, and liked to play rough. They both smelled like a horse barn.
Red Riding Hood reclined on her narrow bed, her head supported by heart-shaped pillows. She wore only a pair of red high-heeled shoes and flimsy red panties. At the moment, the panties were around her knees.
Lucas was the brown-haired farm boy. He knelt beside the bed and pushed Red’s bent legs up and back, exposing her ass and moist pussy. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the underside of her thigh, teasing her. She felt his hot breath there, just inches from her wet slit. She moaned and curled her fingers in his hair. She pulled his head closer. She wanted him to push his tongue inside of her.
“Oh God, please,” she said, panting just a little. “Please put your tongue in there.”
“I’m going to put something in there,” Lucas said from between her legs.
“I’m going to put something in her mouth,” a deeper voice said.
She turned and there was Jon, the blonde-haired farm boy. He stood by the side of the bed, his bib overalls down around his legs. His bare chest was broad and strong. His big cock was hard, its head purple and swollen, the shaft thick, a tuft of yellow hair at its base. He stroked it with one powerful hand. With his other hand, he reached behind her head, and pulled her face closer to it.
Just then, Lucas ran his tongue across her clitoris. An explosion of pleasure radiated out from her hot center. She was soaked now. She thrust her pussy at him.
“Come on,” she said. “Come on.”
He pushed his tongue inside her, shoving it as deep as he could. His hot mouth was on her, sucking her juices.
She groaned, her mouth half-open, and Jon slid his big dick into her mouth. He pushed it all the way in, almost to her throat. Slowly he pulled it out, but not all the way, just until the head rested on her tongue. She closed her mouth around it and sucked it like it was candy.
“Yeah,” he said. “Good girl. You suck that thing.”
Below her, Lucas worked his mouth on her pussy, pressing his tongue hard against her clit. He licked it and licked it. The heat spread inside her. She rose on waves of pleasure. He was going to make her cum. She was going to cum with Jon’s big dick in her mouth.
“Suck it, girl. Suck that country dick.”
Slowly, Jon began to fuck her mouth, gentle thrusts, in and out. His fingers curled into her red hair, and his grip tightened. His pelvis rocked as he slid his dick deeper into her tight wet mouth, speeding up now, getting faster, the thrusts coming harder.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I’m fucking her face.”
“I want to fuck her, too,” Lucas said around a mouthful of pussy.
She couldn’t speak, both because her mouth was full of cock, and because she was electric with the coming orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut, and her whole body tensed. She began to shake.
“Mmmmm,” she said, the dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Below, she felt the head of Lucas’s dick now, slipping around in the hot wetness between her legs. He fumbled and pushed at her, trying to find the opening. She reached down to guide him. Everything was soaked down there - her pussy, her thighs, her butt. She was so wet.
Her legs were high in the air, her panties still around her knees. She wanted to pull them off so she could spread her legs, spread them as wide as they would go. It was too late. She gripped the shaft of Lucas’s thick farm boy cock and pulled it to her hot, wet opening. The head slid inside of her.
Yes. Push it. Push it.
He plunged in, the first thrust extravagantly deep. Lucas was too excited to go slow. He fucked her hard, her legs folded against his chest, his hands gripping her thighs. She was filled with cock now, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, both thrusting, thrusting. Her body bounced with the force of Lucas’s thrusts. Her mouth bobbed on Jon’s cock, the salty taste of his fluids on her tongue.
The orgasm was finally coming now. The first one was going to be a big one. She rose on it, up and up. It was going to be an earthquake. She gave herself to it. Her body was shuddering now, a long, rising, intense climax. It was right there. It was coming. It was coming right now. She was going to cum.
“Lick it. Please lick it.”
Little Red Riding Hood liked to play with boys. She did so whenever she could. She was at that age. She had just turned nineteen, and she could think of little else. If she wasn’t playing with herself, chances were good she was playing with boys.
Like now, for instance. She was in her tiny bedroom in the small house she shared with her mother, at the edge of the great, dark woods. Two boys were in the room with her. They were big, strapping country boys, both eighteen, farmhands who lived nearby. They were rude, and crude, and liked to play rough. They both smelled like a horse barn.
Red Riding Hood reclined on her narrow bed, her head supported by heart-shaped pillows. She wore only a pair of red high-heeled shoes and flimsy red panties. At the moment, the panties were around her knees.
Lucas was the brown-haired farm boy. He knelt beside the bed and pushed Red’s bent legs up and back, exposing her ass and moist pussy. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the underside of her thigh, teasing her. She felt his hot breath there, just inches from her wet slit. She moaned and curled her fingers in his hair. She pulled his head closer. She wanted him to push his tongue inside of her.
“Oh God, please,” she said, panting just a little. “Please put your tongue in there.”
“I’m going to put something in there,” Lucas said from between her legs.
“I’m going to put something in her mouth,” a deeper voice said.
She turned and there was Jon, the blonde-haired farm boy. He stood by the side of the bed, his bib overalls down around his legs. His bare chest was broad and strong. His big cock was hard, its head purple and swollen, the shaft thick, a tuft of yellow hair at its base. He stroked it with one powerful hand. With his other hand, he reached behind her head, and pulled her face closer to it.
Just then, Lucas ran his tongue across her clitoris. An explosion of pleasure radiated out from her hot center. She was soaked now. She thrust her pussy at him.
“Come on,” she said. “Come on.”
He pushed his tongue inside her, shoving it as deep as he could. His hot mouth was on her, sucking her juices.
She groaned, her mouth half-open, and Jon slid his big dick into her mouth. He pushed it all the way in, almost to her throat. Slowly he pulled it out, but not all the way, just until the head rested on her tongue. She closed her mouth around it and sucked it like it was candy.
“Yeah,” he said. “Good girl. You suck that thing.”
Below her, Lucas worked his mouth on her pussy, pressing his tongue hard against her clit. He licked it and licked it. The heat spread inside her. She rose on waves of pleasure. He was going to make her cum. She was going to cum with Jon’s big dick in her mouth.
“Suck it, girl. Suck that country dick.”
Slowly, Jon began to fuck her mouth, gentle thrusts, in and out. His fingers curled into her red hair, and his grip tightened. His pelvis rocked as he slid his dick deeper into her tight wet mouth, speeding up now, getting faster, the thrusts coming harder.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I’m fucking her face.”
“I want to fuck her, too,” Lucas said around a mouthful of pussy.
She couldn’t speak, both because her mouth was full of cock, and because she was electric with the coming orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut, and her whole body tensed. She began to shake.
“Mmmmm,” she said, the dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Below, she felt the head of Lucas’s dick now, slipping around in the hot wetness between her legs. He fumbled and pushed at her, trying to find the opening. She reached down to guide him. Everything was soaked down there - her pussy, her thighs, her butt. She was so wet.
Her legs were high in the air, her panties still around her knees. She wanted to pull them off so she could spread her legs, spread them as wide as they would go. It was too late. She gripped the shaft of Lucas’s thick farm boy cock and pulled it to her hot, wet opening. The head slid inside of her.
Yes. Push it. Push it.
He plunged in, the first thrust extravagantly deep. Lucas was too excited to go slow. He fucked her hard, her legs folded against his chest, his hands gripping her thighs. She was filled with cock now, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, both thrusting, thrusting. Her body bounced with the force of Lucas’s thrusts. Her mouth bobbed on Jon’s cock, the salty taste of his fluids on her tongue.
The orgasm was finally coming now. The first one was going to be a big one. She rose on it, up and up. It was going to be an earthquake. She gave herself to it. Her body was shuddering now, a long, rising, intense climax. It was right there. It was coming. It was coming right now. She was going to cum.