Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother. There was nothing that the old lady wouldn't give the child. When the little girl was seven, she gave her a little cap of red velvet that covered her entire head and shoulders to commemorate having taken the little girl's virginity. On that day Dagmar, who was ever after known simply as Little Red Riding Hood came to visit the old woman to see that she was in good health. Grandmother, as Dagmar called her lied and said that she was feeling poorly and inveigled the little girl into her bed, saying that the little girl's warmth would soothe her rheumatic bones.

"Oh, Grandmother, I do hope it helps."

"It will if you take all your clothes off so that your warmth will not be muffled by your clothes, my little darling, I need all of your warmth to help me."

When Little Red Riding Hood had completely undressed, she climbed in bed with Grandmother who had already disrobed. The old woman threw back the bed-clothes and snuggled the little girl to her sagging, naked bosom.

"Ooh, Grandmother, how warm you are," Little Red Riding Hood murmured, feeling the warmth of the old breasts on her back.

"It is simply the fever, my little one," the old lady murmured, pressing her lips to the back of Little Red Riding Hood's neck.

"Ooh, Grandmother . . ." Little Red Riding Hood forgot what she was going to say as Grandmother's lips caressed the side of her throat.

Little Red Riding Hood shivered as the goose bumps rushed down her back and thrilled her sweetly virgin, little pussy. Grandmother slipped her hands around the child's chest and grasped the tiny little pink buttons between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, tweaking and twirling them so Little Red Riding Hood gasped in pleasure. With the child gasping in pleasure, Grandmother slipped down, her fingers sliding over her naked tummy to end on the child's hairlessly bare pussy. Grandmother dug her fingers between Little Red Riding Hood's lips, searching for and finally finding, the darling little nub. As Grandmother gently pinched and pulled on it, she reached between her own legs with her other hand and did the same to herself. Grandmother sent herself and the child into shuddering spasms and wild bucks of their hips. Little Red Riding Hood's eyes rolled back into her head as, in moments, Little Red Riding Hood stiffened and she arched up, as stiff as a board, as an orgasm of massive proportions - her very first such orgasm - swept through her. Grandmother also shuddered in climax, feeling delighted that she and the sweet child had cum together.

As Little Red Riding Hood slowly settled back on the bedclothes, the old woman reached under her pillow and pulled out a cunningly carved forked willow branch. All three ends had been carved into phallic representations and all were minimally as big around and as long as the child's arms. Grandmother only used the single one on herself since her life partner had departed this earth some years previously. Licking one of the twin ends, she tasted the flavor of her departed love and tearfully smiled at the memory. With trembling hands, the old woman pushed that end into herself and gently touched the other end to the child's nether lips. Little Red Riding Hood still trembled with the last of her orgasm and only cried out with pleasure as the end slowly spread her open. Reaching down, the old woman grasped the triple-ended phallus by the single end, wiggled upward a little and jammed it sharply and hard into both their very slick vaginas.

"A-A-AH-H-HEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE!!" the child screamed with the sudden, sharp, very hard pain whilst Grandmother only grunted with pleasure.

Holding the fuck-willow fork deep in each other, the old woman squirmed, her hips adding thrust and motion to the improvised penis. The child's body relaxed and fell limp as she passed out from the pain, but Grandmother continued moving, holding the willow fork still as she fucked the triple phallus in and out of herself and the child. A moment later, Little Red Riding Hood awakened to the agonizing pleasure of the hard, relentless thrusting of the phallic wood pounding into her. It hurt, but it also felt so very good that she couldn't help herself and her young childish hips rolled to meet the motion set by Grandmother's rocking hips. The child's pain soon settled to the back of her mind as the pleasure of the three inch thick wood filled her childish puss, stretching her open almost past the limits of her fleshy lips as they stood out whitely, ready to split apart. Still, they held and slowly adjusted to the in and out rocking of Grandmother's hips as her childish pleasure grew. A few minutes later, Little Red Riding Hood was panting and grasping Grandmother's upper arms as she pulled and pulled the old woman from and to her, matching the old woman's hip motion. Once more Grandmother gasped and shivered as an orgasm washed over her. As the child felt the old woman's quivering through the thick, hard phallus, she, too, began cumming, stiffening, then shaking, then stiffening again, going through the sequence several times as she came again and again and again.

Little Red Riding Hood hugged Grandmother and smiled at her happily as another orgasm shivered through the two. After they had rested for some little while, the old woman reached under the pillow and pulled out a long, leather thong which was tied into a loop, the bottom of which had been twisted into a smaller loop. Slipping the smaller loop around the bottom phallus, she then brought the knotted end up and over her head, thus affixing the phallic fork to her so it would not fall out. Pulling the child to her, she began thrusting with her hips, driving the twin phalli alternately in and out of herself and the child. Once again the two females, young child and old woman, brought themselves to orgasmic release. This time was much more pleasurable to Little Red Riding Hood as well as Grandmother because they were able to touch and caress each other. Because it was such a long way to her grandmother's house for the child, she had been allowed to remain overnight and she and Grandmother spent many pleasurable hours together.

Grandmother cleaned the blood and crusted girlish cream off Little Red Riding Hood's cunt. The child had several more orgasms on Grandmother's lips before she was allowed to fall into the soft, comforting arms of Morpheus and sent her sweet dreams of phalli thrusting into her wet, sheath. Come morning, Grandmother had the child return the favor and, after cleaning the child's lips with her own, she sent her off with a gentle caress of her clothed rump.

Because the distance was almost a league, a great distance for a small child, little Dagmar only visited Grandmother once a week, although her childish cunt itched for more. Those few visits were the highlight of her weeks, but then, for several weeks Mother kept her home, saying the weather was too wicked for a little girl to travel. But then one day her mother received some news from a passing tinsmith and, being herself ailing and, as the weather was good enough called the child to her.

"Come, Dagmar, here is a goodly piece of pork pie, cake and a bottle of wine, take them to Grandmother. The poor woman is ill and weak and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot and mind, where you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path or you may fall and break the bottle and your grandmother shall get nothing. When you go into her room, don't forget to say, "Good morning," and don't peek into every corner before you do it."

"Yes, Mother, I will be sure to take great care," Little Red Riding Hood promised Mother and gave her hand on it.

Grandmother lived out in the wood, almost a league from the village and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

"Good day, Little Red Riding Hood," said the wicked creature.

"Thank you kindly, wolf."

"Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?"

"To my grandmother's."

"What have you in your apron?" the wolf asked as a matter of fact.

"I have pork pie, cake and wine. Yesterday was baking day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good to make her stronger," the child replied without guile.

"And where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?"

"A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the three large oak trees, the nut trees are just below; you surely must know it," the child replied.

"What a tender young creature!" the wolf thought to himself, "what a nice plump mouthful - her pussy will taste much better and probably much tighter than the old woman's. However, I must act craftily if I am to have some cunt for my cock."

The wolf liked riding the old woman although he must, of needs, force her into it. However, she had barred the door the last time he had tried to have his pleasure, so he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, commenting on the weather and the fineness of her hooded shawl, attempting to craft a plot that would ensnare both. Then, espying the lovely flowers in the field, an idea came to him and he smiled.

"See, Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here - why do you not look round? I do believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry."

The first part of his plot unfolded as Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes. When she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees and the pretty flowers growing everywhere, she smiled with delight and bethought herself an idea.

"Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay," she thought, "that would please her, too. It is yet early in the day and I shall doubtless, still get there in good time."

Thus as she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers, the second part of wolf's plan also bore fruit. As for Little Red Riding Hood, whenever she picked one flower, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood. Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door.

"Who is there?" the old woman called.

"Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf in as high a voice as he could muster, "bringing pork pie, cake and wine, open the door."

"Just lift the latch," Grandmother called out, "I am too weak and cannot get up."

The wolf had not tried the latch and was surprised that it lifted easily. Flinging the door open, wolf sprang through it without saying a word. Going straight to Grandmother's bed, the evil beast jumped upon her, tearing her nightdress off. The poor old woman was surprised and put up a short fight. However, she was weak from her short illness and could not struggle overmuch so she soon gave in and lay back. She did get some pleasure from his penetrations, but what she objected to was his rough maleness. She much preferred the smooth skin of a woman.

"Fuck me if you must, wolf," she moaned tiredly, "I cannot fight you."

Wolf growled and cruelly tore at Grandmother's thighs with his sharp claws as he slammed his sharp-pointed, big-knotted cock into her depths. The old woman cried out, feeling the blood welling up and oozing cooly down off her thighs and soaking into the bedding, but moments later, she was gurgling and crying out with pleasure as the knot, set back on his cock, rubbed her g-spot so deliciously. Within moments, her first orgasm rocked through her, making her gasp and stiffen with pleasure. She had to admit, were it not for his brutal love-making, she'd invite him in often. However, wolf wasn't yet done, for he reached up and dug his claws into her old, sagging breasts, squeezing and tearing at them, laying fresh gouges upon the old, healed ones. The old woman screamed in pain, her hips bucking up to meet his great, thrusting cock, taking him deep into her, his pointed cock forcing it's way through her gaping cervix and into her worn, no longer fertile womb. As he rammed cruelly into the once unknown depths of her vaginal bowels, the pain of it gave her an even greater orgasm and she screamed even louder with the deep orgasm-inducing pain.

The wolf had been without benefit of feminine servicing and he didn't like the pain his claws inflicted on his penis. However, he didn't want to trim them down so he'd done without until now. His balls were indeed heavy with seed and he didn't allow Grandmother more than three orgasms before he, too, writhed in orgasm and, as he exploded his hot seed into the old woman's barren womb, he ran his claws down her flanks and dug them into her soft hips. With the pain of his claws digging deep into her flesh and the heat of his seed scalding her insides, the old woman went into another orgasmic spasm, kicking her feet upward into the empty air. Wolf slammed his thick cock into her spasming cunt again and again in rhythm with his seed-squirting cock until he was done. As the last of him dripped into Grandmother's womb, he reached up and pulled her face to his gently, without using his claws. His long, wolfish tongue stretched into the old woman's gasping mouth and, without thinking, she suckled on it, tasting the foul taste of unwashed teeth and old, decayed animal matter. Still, she only moaned with pleasure as she had consecutively smaller and smaller orgasms.

Wolf was still stiff and hard, still very horny and eagerly thinking of Little Red Riding Hood as he lay there. Thinking of how tight her little cunt probably was, he bethought himself of another tight hole and forced Grandmother to present her backside to him. Knowing what wolf wanted, she groaned but readily complied. With wolf digging his claws into her tender back cheeks, the old woman knew better than to refuse and he plunged his thickly rampant cock into her dirty anus, fucking it and brutally digging his sharp claws into her hips, her buttocks and her upper thighs. With his balls bouncing on her old, gray-haired puss, the old woman was surprised that she came again, her orgasm washing hotly over her. Once again, wolf sent his spermy seed into her barren asshole. Although Grandmother didn't care for him, she was pleased to feel him fill her. It warmed her bowels and, in spite of the cruel clawing of her body, she enjoyed being used like a street whore. Then wolf arose and went into the water closet to perform his urgent business. As he was naked, he put on some of her clothes, perched her cap over his ears and laid himself back in bed, drawing the curtains over the bed.

Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother and set off to continue on her way. Arriving at Grandmother's cottage, she was surprised to find the door standing open. When she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling.

"Oh dear! How uneasy I feel today. At other times I like being with grandmother so much," then called out to Grandmother.

"Good morning," she called out but received no answer.

She continued in and went to the bed, drawing back the curtains. There lay what appeared to be Grandmother with her cap pulled low over her face and looking very strange indeed.

"Oh! Grandmother," she gazed, in her innocence not noting the difference, "what big ears you have!"

"The better to hear you with, my child," was the reply.

"Oh, but, Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" she continued, seeing wolf's eyes peering back.

"Why, the better to see you with, my dear."

Then the child saw wolf's clawed hands grasping the covers.

"And Grandmother, what large hands you have!"

"Well, the better to hug you with."

Then wolf smiled, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Oh! but, Grandmother, what a long, terrible tongue you have!"

"The better to eat you with!"

Scarcely had wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and grabbed Little Red Riding Hood. The child shrieked in giggling anticipation as wolf threw her on the bed beside Grandmother. The old woman grinned down at the child and reached to caress her hairless little pussy. Wolf slapped her hand away, snarling with impatience as he bared his cock and plunged it without preamble into Little Red Riding Hood's slickly ready cunt. The child gasped in sudden pain. He was much longer and much thicker that the willow fork. However, it was hot and very much alive. She could feel it throbbing as wolf's eagerness fed it. With a snarl of lust, he dug his claws in her child's hips and pulled her to him, slamming furiously in and out of the helpless child. Little Red Riding Hood suddenly knew the pain that Grandmother's bloody body showed.

The big bad wolf snapped his powerful jaws by her head, frightening the child as she heard the loud snapping of his mighty teeth so close to her ear. As wolf raked his claws down her tiny, lithe body, the pain of his deeply scoring claws sent her into paroxysms of lusty pain. Her hairless cunt gushed, making herself slicker and letting wolf's thick cock pound deeper and deeper into her tightly gripping cunt. Wolf's big eyes, narrowed to slits as he felt her hard grip.

Little Red Riding Hood could feel him slamming deep inside her, his pointed cock trying to gain entrance into her tiny, not yet ready womb, but to no avail. His powerful haunches weren't enough to break through the tiny, immature hole though he strove mightily to batter through it. As he dug his claws deep into the child's hips, pulling her down hard onto him, she suddenly stiffened and cried out, shuddering as she came. In spite of his ripping claws, his plunging cock drove her into a hard, deep orgasm, getting even slicker for him. Wolf smiled feeling himself driving into her more and more easily. Finally, with a long, lusty howl, he dug his claws into her untouched buttocks, scoring her deeply, leaving long grooves of rent flesh in their wake and loosed his seed in the depths of her childish cunt. Once again he howled his lust as the child screamed again, another pain-filled orgasm shaking her to the very core. As his hot seed continued to fill her, she shuddered with the delighted pain of his scoring claws. Her hips and ass were bloody, but she only smiled and stroked wolf's thick fur, scratching him behind his ears as she would have her favorite dog.

When the wolf had appeased his sexual appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore loudly. Grandmother's very young, occasional lover, only known as the Huntsman was just passing the house and heard the din.

"How the old woman snores! I must just see if she wants for anything."

So he went into the room and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it.

"Do I find you here, you old sinner!" said he, "I have long sought you!"

Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him to pull back the sheets. What he saw gave him pause and he did not fire, but took a rope and tied the spent, sleeping wolf. Moving the sleepy Little Red Riding Hood aside, he reached for the old woman, for he preferred aged, saggy tits and loose, gray-haired cunt. The bloody-hipped old woman groaned in pain, but smiled and reached up to her friend, pulling him into a very sexually provocative embrace. As Little Red Riding Hood watched, the Huntsman bared himself and as Grandmother spread her legs for him, plunged his rampant prick into her. However, after only wetting his thick cock, he rolled her onto her face and plunged his cock into her loose asshole, rapidly fucking the old woman into quivering, moaning submission, his hands sliding on her newly started bleeding. He was young and very eager and quickly sent his spermy seed deep into her barren asshole, filling her belly from the bottom side. When wolf awakened in his bindings, he was extremely angry and jerked at his bindings. However, the Huntsman had his eye on the reward offered for the old bandit and so he kept the wolf bound like a Christmas goose as the Huntsman had his way with the old woman. After the Huntsman withdrew, Little Red Riding Hood immediately pounced, suckling his soft, dirty cock and licking him clean. She'd only heard of such a thing and had, at that moment, immediately decided to try it. The Huntsman was young, but not so young that he could rise anew to the occasion.

When all three were well-done, they shared Grandmother's pork pie and cake and drank the wine which Little Red Riding Hood had brought, reviving themselves. As the Huntsman regained his humor, he, once again fell on Grandmother as Little Red Riding Hood watched.

"As long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the wood again," she thought to herself as she watched the Huntsman and Grandmother writhe together, "especially when Mother has forbidden me to do so."

It was well that she so swore to herself, for another time when Little Red Riding Hood was again taking cakes and wine to old Grandmother, another wolf spoke to her and tried to entice her from the path. Little Red Riding Hood, however, was on her guard and went straight forward on her way, and told Grandmother that she had met the wolf and that he had said "good morning" to her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that had they not been on the public road, she was certain that he would have taken her.

"Well," Grandmother had said, "we will shut the door, that he may not come in."

Soon afterward the wolf knocked and cried as had the old wolf.

"Open the door, Grandmother, it is I, Little Red Riding Hood, and I bring you some cakes."

But they did not speak nor open the door, so the grey furred beast stole twice or thrice round the house and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Little Red Riding Hood went home in the evening and then steal after her and have her in the darkness. Grandmother saw what was in his thoughts and in front of the house was a great stone trough.

"Take the pail, Little Red Riding Hood," she told the child, "I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough."

Little Red Riding Hood carried the sausage water until the great trough was quite full. The smell of the sausages reached the wolf and he sniffed and peeked down, at last stretching out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, sliding down from the roof straight into the great trough and was drowned. But Little Red Riding Hood went joyously home the next morning after she and Grandmother abused the willow fork. After that, no one ever did anything to harm her again.