Red Riding Hood resisted his pulling. “It’s too big. I don’t think it can fit in my mouth.”
“We’ll make it fit,” the Wolf assured her. He pushed Red Riding Hood down to her knees. The cock was in front of her now, bare inches from her lips.
“Wait,” she said.
“There’s no time like the present,” said the Wolf.
It was a big cock, indeed. But Red thought if she could just open her mouth far enough, she could get the head of it in. It would be almost like putting a doorknob, or the top of a bedpost in her mouth. She thought she might like the challenge of it. Between her legs, across her stomach, over her breasts, she felt the familiar heat continue to rise.
Suddenly a sound came to them from further up the trail. It was a familiar sound, but for a second, Red Riding Hood couldn’t seem to place it.
“Oh bloody hell, a dog,” the Wolf said.
Yes, of course. It was a dog barking. Red glanced up at the bend in the path, but the dog had not yet appeared. She looked back at where the Wolf’s cock had been just seconds before, but now the cock, and the Wolf it was attached to, were gone.
The Wolf ran deep into the forest, stuffing his aching dick back into his pants as he went. Dogs were bad news. Not so much in and of themselves, of course. The Wolf was sure he could handle just about any dog. But dogs too often came with masters, and those masters too often carried hunting rifles.
He’d been so stupid! He should have got the girl off the trail first. But she’d seemed so ripe, her body so ready. Her face was flushed red and her nipples were like little rocks under her thin t-shirt. They were so erect, they practically poked his eyes out. And so the Wolf had gotten the sequence out of order. He’d acted rashly and shown his hand too soon.
“Get her off the trail first,” he said, a little breathlessly. “Then fuck her.”
He slowed to a fast trot, then stopped and turned around. The trail was hidden away behind all the trees. No one seemed to be coming.
“And then eat her.”
The Wolf nodded to himself. He took a moment to catch his breath. He wasn’t the runner that he once was, either. “Damn cigarettes,” he said.
Well, he didn’t dare show his face on the trail again today. Even so, he hadn’t lost the girl. Not necessarily, anyway. He knew the name of the person she was going to visit, Auntie Mmm. He knew Auntie Mmm lived in a pink house at the edge of the forest. All he had to do was rush ahead, break into the house, get rid of Auntie Mmm, and wait for the girl to arrive. Then he and she could spend a long, romantic, and delicious evening together.
The wind back in his lungs, his mind and body full of anticipation, the Wolf raced off through the woods again.
Auntie Mmm. Carpenter. Taxidermist.
The Wolf had found the house. It wasn’t the tiny pink house he had been expecting. It didn’t seem like the home of someone’s little Auntie at all. It was a large, sprawling monstrosity of a thing, with various additions off the original pink house, a new second storey, and what appeared to be a large wooden deck in the back. The sign said that Auntie Mmm was a carpenter, but the Wolf had trouble imagining that. Carpentry wasn’t exactly women’s work.
Well, whoever built all this had chopped down quite a few trees to make space for it. That irritated the Wolf. The house itself irritated him, too. He found it annoying when people lived in big fancy houses like this one. His own house was rather small and unkempt, little more than a hole in the ground, obscured by some bushes. He’d prefer it if more people lived like he did.
He went to the front door. He figured he would ring the bell, then slink into the woods to see who answered. Instead he found a note tacked to the door.
Dear Red Riding Hood. I won’t be here tonight. Please come in and make yourself at home. I will see you tomorrow. Your Auntie Mmm.
“Red Riding Hood, eh?” the Wolf said. “A very fitting name. And nobody home to greet her. That’s good. Very good.”
He took the note down, opened the door, and went inside. Very trusting folks on this side of the forest, weren’t they? They didn’t even lock their doors.
Once inside, he passed through a small foyer for boots and coats and umbrellas, and then into a large open great room, with a giant stone fireplace, high ceilings and bay windows giving views of the surrounding woods. Auntie Mmm appeared to be doing quite well. The last of the afternoon sun was just beginning to sink below the tree line, creating a burst of red and pink in the sky.
It would be a very lovely room, an enviable room, if it weren’t for the heads of dead animals mounted on the walls. Here was the head of a deer protruding from a polished slab of wood. There was the head of a bear. Standing off in the corner was a stuffed fox - for a second, the Wolf thought it might be alive. Then he noticed that it wasn’t moving, and its eyeballs were shiny like marbles.