Once upon a time, in land far, far away lived a young lady by the name of Little Red Riding Hood. She was a very beautiful girl, but the problem was she had grown an awful lot in the last few years and at the tender age of 18, had blossomed into quite the voluptuous young woman. Being the youngest in her family however, had meant that no one seemed to have noticed the fact and she was treated, as always, like the naughty child rather than the beautiful young lady that she felt herself to be.

 

She was called Little Red Riding Hood on account of the bright red cloak her granny had made for her some years previously. She loved it, it was so soft and so silky against her skin and she almost never took it off, but it was getting to be rather small for her now.

 

Red was something of a tomboy at heart and rarely wore skirts, she tended to opt for soft woolen leggings, but on hot days she would slip these off and rely on her little cloak to hide her modesty. This was fine 5 years ago when Granny had made the cloak, but now, every time little Red bent over to pick the wild flowers in the forest, anyone behind her would receive a front row view of her peachy round bottom and her clean, white panties.

 

Although Red’s family owned a farm, they were far from rich and money was always in short supply. Sometimes, on washday, she would have to go without any underwear at all and consequently, more than one or two lucky passersby had got more than they bargained for as they received an eye full of quite the cutest little pussy in the county.

 

Red was by far the prettiest girl in the village. She had beautiful, wavy brown hair and deep green eyes, she laughed a lot and had a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts. Her body was a delight of youthful womanhood. She was slim in all the right places, curvy where it counts, and had the most incredible pair of breasts; big, firm and juicy, her soft pink nipples poking through her blouse for all the boys to enjoy.

 

Now…Red was not quite the innocent girl you may have been led to believe. She had never been with a man of course, but that didn’t mean she never thought about it. In fact, she thought about it several times a day and when that funny tingling sensation would take a hold of her, she was not adverse to skulking away to the old barn, or perhaps the meadow, where the long, lush grass would conceal her as she lay down, and she would slip her little hand between her legs, pull her underwear to the side and tease her slit until it was slippery wet with her juices. She would play with herself until her pussy lips were hot with blood, until her clit was swollen tight and until her body finally would explode with sheer, rapturous pleasure.

 

Poor Red longed to experience a man. She had heard tales of what a husband and wife might get up to, and while all the other girls would laugh at how disgusting it all sounded, Red’s eyes would mist over and she would dreamily imagine how sweet it would be to take a big, fat cock between her lips, to suck it hard as she stroked its length, until the man convulsed and he shot his hot cum deep inside of her mouth. She just knew she