“Auntie Mmm? That’s an interesting name. Not sure that I know this Auntie Mmm. Where does she live?”
The man took a half-step closer. There was another smell, just below the cologne. It was musty and rank, not at all like a farm boy smell, almost an animal smell. Red Riding Hood wanted to get closer to that smell.
“Oh, she lives in a pink house just inside the edge of the forest. I haven’t been there in years, so I don’t remember exactly where. She isn’t really my aunt. Not by blood, anyway. Do you know how far it is to the forest’s edge from here?”
The man stroked his hairy chin. His big eyes caught and held Red Riding Hood’s. His eyes were deep and intense. He stared at her long and hard. He came even closer. They were just inches apart now. He was taller than Red Riding Hood by nearly a full head. His mouth was big. His razor sharp teeth glinted in a ray of sunlight.
“It’s some distance yet. Yes indeed, some distance. Then again, this trail isn’t the fastest way. Maybe I could show you a shortcut through the woods. It would save you some time. But the question I ask is why visit this Auntie if she isn’t even your kin?”
Red Riding Hood fought an urge to step into his arms. “My mother doesn’t like me playing with boys. She’s sending me to live with Auntie, so Auntie can keep the boys away from me.”
“Do you like to play with boys?” the man said. “I’d say you have the right body for it, so perfectly ripe.”
Red nodded. She licked her lips, very slowly and deliberately. “It seems that these days I can think of little else to do.”
“Well,” the stranger said. “In that case, I will show you that shortcut I spoke of, but first I want to show you something else. Let’s see what you make of it.”
He unclasped his big silver belt buckle, then slowly undid the buttons on the front of his jeans. In a moment, he pulled out his member, thick and long, larger by far than any Red Riding Hood had seen before. It was so big he had some trouble getting it out. It was a veiny, ropey thing, already hard and becoming harder. It seemed to emerge from a thicket of fur between his legs. He stroked it with one hand. His fingernails were long and pointed.
“What about this?” he said.
“Okay,” Red heard herself say. Her voice sounded far away. “Now I’ve seen it.”
“Do you want to touch it?”
“I don’t know if I should. I don’t think my mother would approve.
The man grinned, his mouth huge now. “Well, I’m not going to tell her. And there’s no one else around.”
Red could see his point. “Since you put it that way… ”
He brought it closer. He reached down and took her hand in his. Then he lifted her hand and put it on the shaft. The shaft was so thick, she could not close her fingers around it. He began to move her hand up and down along the hot shaft.
“Good,” he murmured. “Good girl.”
She lifted her other hand. Now she gripped it in both hands. She stroked it and jerked it. She felt like she was in a dream. It was a big cock. She pulled it and pushed it. She felt so naughty. This man was a total stranger. No one ever had to know about this. It was just this one time. She heard her own heavy breathing. She panted like a dog. Between her legs, she was becoming hot and wet. The heat radiated outward.
She kept yanking and tugging. She didn’t even look at him. She kept her eyes on this giant cock. It was as if he wasn’t even attached to it. He was an afterthought, a silly man with a crazy head of hair on his head.
He ran a hand through her long hair. His grip tightened.
Pull it, she thought. Pull my hair.
Her hands were tightly wrapped around that thick shaft. She looked up at him, as if she had forgotten he was there, as if she was seeing him for the first time.
“Why don’t you suck it?” the man said.
“Tell me something,” she said as she pulled and pulled. “You’re one of these wolves, aren’t you?”
“How did you guess?” he said.
The cock was hot and throbbing in her grip. It was fully erect now, and huge. She found that she loved to tug at it. “I don’t know. The fur, the teeth, the claws. The way you sweep a girl off her feet. It all just clicked.”
He took a deep breath. “Does it matter?” he said, his voice tight.
A drop of thick moisture glistened at the head of the cock. She rubbed her hand over it, wetting her palm.
“Wolves are dangerous.”
“Not this wolf.”
She cast a playful glance up at him. “No?”
He started to thrust his pelvis slowly between her hands. “I’m a nice wolf. Let me show you just how nice.” Gently at first, but with increasing force, he began to pull her head closer to the giant throbbing cock. “It’ll be so nice when I put it in your mouth.”