Little Red Riding Hood was walking home after a long day. The tides of life hadn't precisely drifted her way since she was a young girl. She still had the red hood, but she was, in fact, a grown-ass woman now, and there weren't many prospects on the horizon, so she didn't have much left in the tank.

Grandma had left her the house, but the mortgage was in arrears, and creditors were nipping at her ass. She could have inherited some life insurance money if she had let the Wolf have her. Thanks, woodsman, she thought. Asshole.

He turned out to be a real piece of work that one. He was all nice and friendly when he was sober, but give him a couple of drinks, and he'd try and stick his dick in a dead rat if it were still warm. When she turned 18, he wanted her to show him where I'd gotten "hit with the axe." Fucking perv. He was now in the nursery rhyme character Old Folk home, stroking his axe handle because it's the only wood he got now.

It had been another shit day at the office with all the other grown-up nursery rhyme characters. Especially that Goldilocks. What. A. Cunt. She had never heard anybody piss and moan so much about their lot in life as Goldilocks. Such a hard-done-by bitch that one. Sympathy is in the dictionary between shit and syphilis, and she would just have to get in line to get some. Twat.

What she needed was a stiff drink when she got home. She hadn't seen anything "stiff" since she and Pinocchio had broken up a couple of years ago. It was great for the first little while, but she quickly grew tired of sitting on his face, yelling at him to lie, and after the first sliver, she said, fuck this shit. She had tried to get some help from the Fairy Godmother, but she was a little dotty. After Godmother had gotten hooked on meth, things went down the shitter for her.

Her house came into view around the corner, and she was grateful to see it. A couple of shots of tequila, a hot bath, a TV dinner and some alone time with her vibrator were in store tonight.

As she approached her front door, she noticed that it was ajar. Did she leave it unlocked this morning? She couldn't quite remember. Too much tequila last night left everything a little hazy this morning. Well, nobody ever came to visit her anyway; she lived so fucking far off the beaten path. Who would break in? She had fuck all to steal.

Pushing open the door, she threw her keys on the side table and kicked off her shoes. She almost turned around to check the mail but decided against it. Probably the only thing in the mailbox was threatening letters from creditors. Instead, she went to the kitchen, grabbed the tequila bottle off the top of the fridge, and cracked it open. She decided to forgo the pleasure of a glass and making dirty dishes, so she just took a shot out of the bottle. After a minute, that warm, fuzzy feeling started to come over her. The hair of the dog… www.fuckyeah.com.

She headed upstairs to the bathroom and started running the water for a bath. Red wandered down the hall to her bedroom with the bottle of tequila in hand. She took another swig before putting it on the nightstand. Standing in front of her dressing mirror, Red started to get undressed. She was taking her dress off and had one tit hanging out when she noticed a reflection in the mirror. Somebody was sitting in the big armchair in the corner of the bedroom, their face hidden in the shadows.

Usually, she might have panicked, but with some liquid courage coursing through her veins, she was feeling a little braver than usual.

"Nice nipple," a low, gravelly voice said.

Red turned around, her tit still hanging out of her dress and asked, "Who the fuck are you?"

The shadowy figure leaned forward into the light. "I'm the big bad wolf," he said.

"Like fuck you are," Red said, perhaps a bit too sarcastically for a woman in a vulnerable situation. Three cheers for tequila, right? "He's long dead, asshole. And how the fuck did you get into my house?"

She had developed a bit of a potty mouth over the past couple of years. People had mentioned it as much, and she simply told them all to fuck off. Maybe they were right.

"You have a great set of tits," the Wolf said, leering at her.

"And how would you know?" asked Red. "I've only shown you one of them."

"I've been watching you for a while, and you have a drop-dead gorgeous figure. I'm assuming your other tit looks just as good," the voice rasped.

A valid point, she thought. Wait. What? And did he have a hard-on? "You've been stalking me, you fucking perv?" Red asked. "How long have you been watching me?"

Wolf stood up from the chair and looked at her menacingly. "For a couple of weeks now," he replied.

"Well, look," replied Red, "The original Wolf is dead. I don't know who you are, but kindly get the fuck out of my house before I call the police." Her eyes drifted down to his crotch bulge. Pretty impressive, she thought before giving her head a shake.

"Call them if you want," Wolf replied, holding several feet of severed phone cable.

Red still wasn't panicking. She half expected to hear a little voice telling her to run. But no, the owner of that voice held up a hand, pointed to the cell phone at their ear, then turned and looked away.

Amid her musing, Wolf had pulled his swollen cock out of his pants. Red stared at it. Wildly fucking impressive, she thought. She noticed that she was wet for the first time since the conversation had started. Very, very wet. Her trimmed little cunt was positively leaking.

Wolf took a couple of steps closer to her. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," said Wolf. "I'm going to tear your panties off and fuck you Wolfy style," he said.

Several thoughts ran through Red's head as Wolf inched closer to her. One of them was to run… a sensible option. The other was to throw something at him, then run. The third was to let him have his way with her. That was the tequila talking, but she realized that she was incredibly horny. It was decision time.

As Wolf drew within a few feet of her, Red sat on her bed and casually slid her right hand under her pillow. There, she felt the cold, reassuring comfort of the 357 magnum she slept with under her pillow. After all, she was a gorgeous young woman living alone in the woods. A girl couldn't be too careful these days.

Wolf was now stroking his rather stiff cock and getting closer. Red pulled the magnum from under her pillow and pointed it at Wolf. "You're not going to fuck me like I've never been fucked before," she said, cocking the gun. "You're going to eat me just like it says in the book."

Wolf paused in mid-step and mid cock stroke. He had a puzzled look on his face. "Come again," he asked.

God, hopefully, cum just once, she thought. Red let her dress fall to the floor, revealing her other tit, the curves, her fine ass and the giant wet spot on her panties. "You heard me, fucker," she said, walking towards Wolf and grabbing a hold of his swollen cock. She started to stroke it for him.

Wolf was stunned. He also stepped back, reached behind him and undid a zipper. He then stepped out of the Wolf's costume.

It was the woodsman's nephew, Kyle. Red was shocked but pleasantly surprised. Kyle was cute. Shy but cute. And dumb. The perfect man. He was nothing like his uncle based on her few interactions with him. Well, almost nothing like him, except for this. She couldn't stop staring at his huge cock, though.

Red stepped forward and grabbed a hold of that beast of a cock, and started stroking it again. "You can fuck me like a beast after you eat my pussy and tongue my clit," she said, kissing Kyle while she stroked his cock. She swore she could feel his heartbeat through his boner, and she wanted to feel it while he stuffed her cunt with it.

"I hope you're a carnivore," Red said, lying on her bed with pillows behind her head. She spread her legs, beckoned Kyle with the gun and pointed at her wet crotch with the barrel. "Come to Mama and get some pussy."

Kyle hesitated for the briefest of moments before climbing onto the bed between Red's legs. His right knee pushed up against her drenched panties while his hands reached out and rested on the headboard. Kyle then leaned in for a kiss. Red opened her mouth, and Kyle slid his tongue inside. It was such a long tongue, and Red "mmmmm"ed as she kissed him back—her coochie was-a-leakin' big time. "I want that tongue inside me," she whispered.

Kyle leaned back onto his knees and was playing with his baseball bat of a cock in Red's face. Red stared down the barrel of his gun, and she was mesmerized. Kyle stroked, and precum peeked out of his piss hole. She'd forgotten what cum even tasted like. Kyle took his ginormous cock and teased her nipples with it. "Oh, Gawd," she moaned.

She noticed her right nipple was shiny with his precum, and a thin gossamer thread hung for the tip of his cock, tethered to her left nipple. She grabbed her right tit and brought her nipple up under her nose. She'd also forgotten what cum smelled like. Closing her eyes, she stuck her tongue out and licked Kyle's precum off her nipple. She savoured the taste in her mouth like a fine wine.

When she opened her eyes, she swore Kyle's twat rod had gotten bigger. She went to grab his cock and her other tit but realized she still had the gun in her hand. Red dropped the weapon, and Kyle's tip and her nipple came together so she could lick both of them clean. So fucking tasty, she thought.

Red snapped out of her trance once Kyle's cock was clean. She licked her lips and pointed to her sticky crotch. "My vulvarine has been bad and needs to be tongue punished, Kyle," said Red.

Kyle leaned in a shoved his cock in her mouth to shut her up. It worked as she sucked on his tip for a minute or five. Kyle then pulled back and used his mushroom tip to stroke her mound through her soaked panties. He rubbed her clit through her panties, and she fucking loved it.

Kyle pulled her sticky undies down, revealing her well-manicured soul patch and drenched lotus flower. Red's knees came together, and Kyle slipped her sticky clam wrapper off. Kyle sniffed her hot, sticky mess on the fabric and nodded in approval. He then rubbed her mess on the tip of his beast and presented it to Red's face. She looked at his glistening tip and didn't hesitate to remove her nectar. Her tongue swirled that gorgeous knob.

Kyle grabbed her by her upper thighs and slid her down the bed a little into an optimum leg-spreading position. About fucking time, thought Red. She wasn't going to complain, though. She was fucking horny, and her cunt was aching and leaking from being teased. He parted her legs wide open as he got his face and, more importantly, his tongue into position. Red's pink goosebump quivered and gushed with anticipation as his tongue hovered above her little man in the pink canoe.

At long last, Kyle split open her fuck pudding with his tongue, and Red melted. His tongue slipped repeatedly in and out of her lady sandwich as he lapped up her poon tang cocktail. Red's toes curled as licks of pleasure made her asshole sweat. As if he read her thoughts, Kyle's tongue went from pleasuring her slit to tonguing her rusty bullet hole. She bucked and moaned with delight as the waves of pleasure lapped on her shores of orgasm.

Kyle's tongue worked her hood ornament like a pro. Long, slow licks and quick pressure flicks brought Red's womanly song. She shuddered and screamed as she came. Every muscle in her body quivering. She pulled Kyle's face into her cunt, and when she looked up at him, he looked like a glazed donut. He smiled and fingered her sweet spot and brought her to a peak in about thirty seconds, his fingers curling inside her.

Red was sweating from the pleasure, and her peach pie was a delightful sticky mess. Kyle pushed her legs back, her knees to her shoulders. She was prone, her gushing pink fountain ready to be stretched by Kyle's veined ramrod.

Kyle straddled her, kissing her mouth and getting it as sloppy as her cotton candy canoe. He put his tip against her and let it sit briefly. It stretched her entrance ever so slightly, and she opened her legs as far as they would go. Kyle slowly pushed his thickness inside of her. Her walls gave way to the invasion. Her curiosity nearly killed the cat between her legs. He was so big she didn't have to try and squeeze his thick dick.

Red's wet pussy was rammed hard with every stroke. She screamed, moaned, wailed, bucked like a wild bronco, fucked him back, and, most importantly, she came repeatedly. Kyle's nuts slapped Red's dirty starfish with every thrust, and she loved it. If she could have, she would have shoved his nuts in her brown.

Kyle looked into her eyes as she came again and again. When he saw her starting to cum he sped up his thrusts until she was writhing, and his colossal cock pumped her liquid lust from her deep, pink slippery well.

As he started to cum, Kyle went for broke. With a few final deep, hard thrusts, He pulled out and straddled Red's face, stroking his slippery shaft furiously. The ensuing explosion of his moonlight cream was massive. The first load caught Red in the forehead. The second spurt made it into her mouth. The third shot, not as explosive as the first two, hit her chin and neck. The remaining cum oozed out of his tip and dripped into Red's open mouth.

Red's face looked like a glazed donut. Cum everywhere. She swallowed what was in her mouth and pumped Kyle's cock while she sucked on his mushroom to get the rest out of his nuts. Her slick cream all over Kyle's shaft made stroking him easy.

She lay there panting, a cum covered, quivering, satisfied mess, and smiled at Kyle.

"Oh my fucking god," she shouted, head tilted back on the pillows. There wasn't a dry spot on her body. She was covered in cum and sweat while her cream ran down over her shit snipper. She sucked Kyle's cock gently, stroking him with long slow strokes. There was no way she was going to let him go limp.

Satisfied that his sledgehammer cock wasn't in danger of going limp, Red pushed Kyle onto his back and straddled his face. That long tongue of his was deep into her slit as she lowered herself down onto his face. Kyle grabbed her ass cheeks while her pussy drooled all over his face. In no time, she came again, grinding her fuck flaps into Kyle's face while her hands nearly pulled the hair out of his skull.

Panting and quivering, Red slid down to push his ram rod against his stomach while she sucked his balls, rolling them in her mouth with her tongue. Kyle moved her matted hair out of her face so he could watch her.

Red straddled him again, facing forward, and lifted herself slightly as she grabbed hold of his fuck blade. She positioned the giant head against her gushy stuff and eased herself down onto his cock slowly. Red's eyes closed upon penetration. Kyle lay there silently as she started to ride him. Sometimes, Kyle held her hips, guiding her up and down. At other times, he grabbed her sweaty, cum covered tits and played with her nipples while she fucked him.

After multiple orgasms and minutes of riding, Red slipped off as Kyle started to cum again. This time, Red had his cock in her mouth at the moment his love mayonnaise erupted. She swallowed as much as she could, with some of his nut butter sliding down his shaft. Red cleaned him up properly and fell off to the side of him on the bed, exhausted.

"Fucking amazing," was all Red could manage between breaths.

They lay in each other's arms as the sun went down, recovering and relaxing, and later, they continued to fuck long into the night, taking turns riding each other, fucking doggy style, sideways. In every position.

When Red woke the following day, she was tired but satisfied and a little raw below. Red gave a little burp, and all she could taste was cum and tequila. She looked beside her, but Kyle was gone. Noises came from downstairs, and she caught a faint whiff of bacon frying and coffee brewing. Fuck me, she thought; he had better not be cooking the three little pigs.