Once upon a time there was a wicked wolf. This wolf had a habit of stalking through the dark forest in search of unsuspecting youths that might be found along the path and gobbling them right up. He was known to be utterly insatiable.
One day, the wolf was astonished to find a young man in a bright red cloak and hood wending his way along the path in the wolf’s forest, a basket swinging from his hand. He seemed nonchalant, as though he was entirely unaware of the forest’s reputation.
The wolf stepped out into the path in front of the youth, eyeing the basket in his hand. “Hello there, young traveler,” he said. “Who might you be, and why are you in my forest?”
“My name is Little Red Riding Hood,” said the young man. “And I am on my way to deliver these goodies to my grandmother’s house on the other side of the forest. She is ill and bedridden, you see, and so I thought I would bring her something to cheer her up.”
“I see,” said the wolf. His mouth watered; he was eager to eat up this young man right then and there, but he restrained himself. After all, in such an open part of the forest, this Little Red Riding Hood might be able to run away and escape him. However, he knew the forest very well, and knew exactly the house the young man was talking about. The old woman had lived on the edge of the wolf’s domain for years.
“You must be careful,” he warned the young man with a grin. “This forest is very dangerous.”
“Oh, I will!” said the boy cheerfully. “You need not worry about me! I’m certain I will be fine!”
And so he continued along his merry way. The wolf retreated into the trees, out of sight, and, being familiar with the routes of the forest, took a shortcut to the grandmother’s tiny log cabin. Once there, he stormed his way in and quickly ate the grandmother right up in only three bites.
Taking up the grandmother’s discarded clothing, the wolf donned her glasses and nightgown and nightcap and then snuggled down into the bed in the grandmother’s place, pulling the cozy blanket up all the way to his chin.
And it was none too soon, either, for shortly thereafter the young man from the forest arrived at the door. He set his basket down beside the entrance. “Hello grandmother!” he said cheerfully. “I have brought you some goodies!”
“Oh my dear,” said the wolf, making his voice soft and gentle in imitation of the devoured grandmother. “Do come closer to my bed and sit with me!” Once again he could feel himself drooling at the sight of the handsome young man, his preferred prey.
“Certainly,” said Little Red Riding Hood. He came and sat down on the bed beside the wolf with nary a suspicion.
But as he looked closer at the wolf wearing his grandmother’s clothing, he began to notice something a bit odd. “My, Grandmother,” he said after a moment. “What big eyes you have!”
“All the better to see you with,” the wolf replied. “They are not what they used to be, I’m afraid. I would very much like to get a proper look at how nice and grown up my little grandson is. Would you be so kind as to remove your clothing?”
And so Little Red Riding Hood did as he was told and removed all of his clothes, except for the red-hooded cloak after which he was named. Staring at his naked body, the wolf grew hungrier than ever. Beneath the blankets, he could feel his appetite mounting as his ravenous red cock began to stir and emerge from within his body.
“What a good and darling boy,” he said.
“Oh, but my, Grandmother,” said Little Red Riding Hood again, “how strange, what big hands you have!”
The wolf lifted his paws. “Why, all the better to touch you with,” he said. “Even now, I can’t see you as well as I would like. Would you be so kind as to let me feel you?”
“Oh, certainly,” said Little Red Riding Hood, scooting himself closer to the wolf on the bed.
The wolf began to eagerly run his paws up and down the young man’s naked body, feeling every inch of his flesh. He stroked the side of the youth’s neck where his pulse thrummed beneath his skin, and caressed his way down the boy’s torso. With a gentle but demanding hand, he turned the boy over on the bed until his bottom was facing the wolf.
Licking his paw with his big wet tongue, the wolf reached forward and popped one of his enormous fingers inside the boy’s butt, squishing it back and forth.
“Ah, Grandmother!” Little Red Riding Hood protested. “What are you doing?”
“I am simply enjoying the goodies you have brought me!” exclaimed the wolf as he continued to finger the boy.
Finally, too eager to control himself any longer, the wolf threw the blanket to the side and rose up, yanking up the grandmother’s nightgown to expose the enormous red spike of his erection.
“Oh my! Grandmother!” said Little Red Riding Hood, eyes wide. “What a great big cock you have!”
“All the better to fuck you with, my dear!” howled the wolf, before plunging his eager member into the young man’s tight and waiting hole.
With delicious abandon, the wolf began to fuck the young man’s insides, thrusting into him with all of the fury of his animal lust. Little Red Riding Hood cried out as he was penetrated, recognizing the wolf too late, and could do nothing but endure as the lustful beast had his way with him. The wolf claimed him eagerly, ramming him again and again, devouring the poor boy’s body.
After some time, Little Red Riding Hood felt a suspicious bulge begin to swell inside his passageway. “Ah, Mr. Wolf,” he cried, “what a strange and large feeling I have from your cock!”
“That’s my knot!” cried the greedy wolf, “and it’s all the better to tie you with while I claim you.” As he said this, the knot swelled to the size of a fist in the young man’s passage and the wolf began to come with abandon inside his body.
As the wolf finished climaxing in Little Red Riding Hood’s innards, the door to the cabin suddenly slammed open. In the doorway stood a tall and handsome woodsman, carrying an axe.
“What ho, Wolf!” said the Woodsman. “I hear you are creeping around this forest, feasting on unsuspecting young men! How dare you commit such heinous acts, you fiend!”
“Oh my!” said the wolf. Tied as he was inside Little Red Riding Hood’s body, he knew he would not be able to escape.
“Surely you would not harm a beast for acting according to its nature,” he wheedled instead. “Although I cannot deny I am enjoying this young man’s body, I am clearly causing him no harm.” He gestured to where his knot was stuck fast within the boy’s rectum. “As you can see, his hole has eagerly swallowed me up. You see, this youth’s name is Little Red Riding Hood. The “red” and the “hood,” as must be clearly apparent, come from his tendency to wear this adorable cloak while in the forest. But the “riding”, you must understand, comes from how much he loves to be impaled upon a cock. I am only giving him what he wants!”
The wolf gestured now to the boy, splayed helpless across the blankets in front of him, mouth open and drooling with the overwhelming sensation of his penetration. “Please,” said the wolf, “I have but one cock, and this poor lad has two holes in need of filling. While I am occupied back here, won’t you help him out by claiming his other end?”
The woodsman hesitated, but the wolf’s offer was too tempting to resist. He approached the bed and pulled out his own massive member, inserting it into Little Red Riding Hood’s open and unresisting mouth.
The wolf watched with great pleasure as the woodsman fucked the boy’s face with abandon until he came eagerly down his throat. With a grin, the woodsman pulled back and wiped a bit of drool from the young man’s chin. “I see what you mean,” he said to the wolf.
“Then please, do enjoy him with me!” the wolf insisted. “Let’s make him take all we’ve got!”
Together, the wolf and the woodsman fucked Little Red Riding Hood for several hours, switching sides periodically and coming repeatedly in both his ass and mouth until the youth had had a generous full meal of cum.
His appetite finally sated, the wolf knotted in the boy’s ass one last time, adding a final helping of seed to the overflowing glut of semen filling up the boy’s passage. When the swelling finally came down once more, he placed the exhausted boy in the woodsman’s arms. “Thank you so much for your help!” he told the woodsman. “Please see that he gets home safely.”
“Certainly,” said the woodsman, hefting the unconscious body.
“And when he wakes up,” said the wolf, “be sure to let him know that he’s welcome to come back to the woods for another ride any time he wants!”