“Yeah, girl. Cum with that dick in your mouth.”
It was incredible. These boys with their dicks. Pushing in and out of her. She was so hot. She was so wet. Her body bounced. Her mouth bobbed. She forgot about the boys. It was her and two big cocks. It felt so good. She was going to cum. Right now. She was going to. She was cumming.
She was…
Her mother’s voice shouted, shattering the moment. “Red Riding Hood! What in the name of God are you doing?”
In an instant, the two cocks were gone. She opened her eyes. Her mother stood in the doorway, her mouth open in a giant O of shock, her eyes narrow with anger. She was home early today. Red Riding Hood reached for a blanket to cover herself. Beside the bed, Lucas and Jon were already pulling up their overalls, struggling to pull them up over their big, hard dicks. Their eyes were downcast, their faces bright red with embarrassment.
“Mrs. Hood…” Jon began.
“Don’t say one word, Jon Bixby. You just get out of my house and get back in those fields where you belong. And don’t you worry. I’ll be speaking to your mother. That goes for you too, Lucas Hale. I know both your mothers.”
The two huge boys filed out, shoulders slumped, big bodies sliding past Red Riding Hood’s tiny mother in the narrow doorway. They were both too cowed to give Red even a backward glance.
“Is that what you want to be?” her mother said when the boys had left. “A slut to some ignorant farm boys?”
Unlike the boys, Red Riding Hood didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty. “Oh mama,” she said. “I’m young. This is the time. I’m just curious.”
Her mother scowled. “Curious my eye. You’re going to find out things in life the hard way. I don’t know what’s worse - if one of those boys gets you pregnant, or if one doesn’t. Do you know what they must be saying about you?”
“I don’t care about that,” Red said. And she meant it. One day, maybe this year, maybe next, she would move away to the big city. Nobody there would care or even wonder what some young farm hands from the country said.
Her mother shook her head. “Well, I won’t have it in my house. I work too hard.”
Red Riding Hood noticed the uniform her mother wore. It was a black dress with a white apron, very proper. Her mother was a household domestic, scrubbing floors for the rich people at the top of the hill. For the first time, Red Riding Hood did feel a pang of guilt. She imagined her mother slaving away on her hands and knees, while here at the house, Red bounced on the bed with whatever local boy tickled her fancy.
“You’re a wild girl. You never do any work around the house. You’re always diddling some new prick. I just can’t handle you anymore. Tomorrow, you’re going to live with your Auntie for a while. She has a stronger hand than I do. She’ll see to it that you do the housework for her, and she’ll keep the boys away from you.”
“But mama…”
Her mother raised a hand as if to say STOP. “I won’t hear any more of it. I’ll send you with a basket of gifts for her in the morning. It’s a long walk through the big woods to Auntie’s house, so be ready to leave early.”
“That’s a sexy little girl.”
The big, bad Wolf was in the habit of talking to himself. He couldn’t remember when it had started, but by now it was well established. Instead of merely thinking the things he thought, he often said them. And right now, he was thinking about the red haired young lady walking the path through the big dark woods.
“Yes indeed,” he told himself.
He stood well back from the trail, leaning against a thick oak tree, and watching her walk. He lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He was a master of disguise and of camouflage. His eyesight wasn’t what it once was, but it was still very sharp. She couldn’t see him back here in the trees, but he could sure see her.
She wore a red hood that covered her head, and a half cape over her shoulders. Her lips were full and red. She wore a tight t-shirt over her large, high breasts. The t-shirt had a cartoon drawing of a small female deer on it, with the caption, “Need a little doe?” She wore a short black skirt which revealed her long legs, and wooden clogs on her feet. She carried a large basket, like a picnic hamper. As the girl passed and moved further along the trail, the Wolf focused on her ass. It was a big, sexy, apple-bottom ass, and the spread of it filled the skirt nicely.
“Need a little doe, yes,” the Wolf said. “Very cute. I could use a little doe. First I’d fuck it, and then I’d eat it. Same as I’ll do to you, my pretty red-haired friend.”