His stories mostly involve incest, (family members having sex) pedophilia, (young children having sex) pregnancy (yes, having babies) and quite often several other quirks as well. These stories (with a few notable exceptions) are usually completely consensual (That means that all parties involved want to do whatever they are doing.) and are basically love-stories. Even though most people might consider this 'abuse,' nobody (with the above noted exceptions) gets abused in his stories. If a little girl has sex, (gets fucked) it's because she wants to get fucked, and asks for it. This may be unrealistic; but these are stories, FANTASIES. They are not intended as examples of the real world, or suggestions of things to do.
Frank started out by publishing a complete novel, ('Her Father's Daughter') ostensibly written by a friend ('Tammy') who didn't want to be identified further. He has also published several stories that he claims are his own, besides those of the mysterious Tammy. Once he started publishing, several other people have asked him to publish some of their stories, in the same manner.
I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Ridinghood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grim, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales."
When they compiled the stories into a book of tales for children, in many places they took out some of the TRULY grim or horrifying parts of some of the stories . . . after all, what child is going to be happy after hearing tales of people being disemboweled, or truly eaten alive? So the stories were "bowdlerized" and "made suitable for children" by leaving out some of the truly nasty scenes of some tales that were originally passed on in families as methods to frighten little children into obedience. Like Little Red Ridinghood got changed from its original fanciful story of the origin of the lup-garue (that's werewolf), into a tale intended to frighten little girls into obeying their mothers.
Also, (besides many accidental mis-translations, like Cinderella's fur slipper becoming a glass one) in many cases the original meanings became considered to be "too mature" for children . . . such things as what the "prince" did to "sleeping beauty" or how the frog REALLY got changed back into a prince, or what the prince did to "snow white" to resurrect the girl. (Or for that matter, what an "innocent" 12-year-old princess REALLY did for her keep in a house with seven diminutive bachelors.)
Even in the translation from the German to the English, this trend continued, until the present versions of "Fairy Tales" are almost bland and insipid in comparison to the original gory and quite often bawdy stories that were the originals.
This very recent translation from the original German, is a case in point. While the sentence-structure (trying to maintain the original flavor of the story) is not what you might be used to (especially in a fairy-story), it is closer to the German original.
Some liberty has been taken in reconstructing parts of the story-line though, as the original racy story was "toned down" for children with almost as much liberty by the Brothers Grim, who wanted to make it "acceptable" to the Victorian society it was being published in. Besides, they wanted a book for CHILDREN, not a porno-story for adults.
We however are adults; and think you will enjoy this NON-bowdlerized (and even somewhat eroticized) version of the old story, fully as much as we did.
Or at least, so we hope.
At first the six-year-old little girl is reluctant, when her mother calls her in from the playground. As soon as she hears that she is to see her grandmother however, she becomes eager to come in, because she likes this not-too-old woman very much. When she spends time with her grandmother, she always has fun.
Quickly the mother has removed her child's jeans and dressed her in a short skirt. A nice little red cape with matching hood makes the slender blonde child look very neat. Granny had given it to her some times ago; and since then she only is called "Little Red Ridinghood" (as this is the type of cape that people used to wear, when riding horses).
A basket with wine and cake is standing ready. The mother gives last advice to the little girl; such as not to leave the straightway, etc. The young woman sighs, because she knows quite well, that these tips would be forgotten by her daughter very quickly. Still, the way isn't far, and the little girl has been to visit her grandmother many times before. The child raises to her toes to get a good-bye-kiss and a loving pat on her firm little behind; then she leaves.
Happily skipping, Little Red Ridinghood follows the way to her grandmother's house, that leads into the wood after a curve. Soon it's becoming rather dark, as the woods are deep and the day is overcast. This causes the child to grow quiet and thoughtful. She is very glad to see a little clearing, illuminated by a sunbeam. Having a need to piss, the girl hurries off the straightway to this spot without thinking of the admonitions she got from her mother. She quiets her conscience with the idea of picking some flowers to carry them to Granny.
Relieved, the girl squats herself on the forest floor, pulls down her slip to her ankles, and lets spring the little golden river. Just like a little muzzle the soft rosy crack distends and produces a twirled foaming stream pattering on the forest floor. But what a shock when the six-year-old rises and finds herself vis-a-vis with a giant gray wolf. If she had not pissed yet, the little girl surely would have wetted her slip then. Frightened she turns around, stumbles out of her slip; the garment remaining on the forest floor, and rushes away several steps. The wolf's slow smooth voice calls her back.
"Well, well, Little Red Ridinghood, you need not be frightened. I never would do you any harm."
Hesitatingly the little girl stops running. The wolf seems so nice to her, that she turns around and starts chatting with this beast. After some time the girl relaxes, but doesn't dare to bend down to pick up her slip lying on the floor. While the two unequal creatures talk, Little Red Ridinghood slowly approaches the huge wolf. She tells him that she is on the way to visit her grandma. By this time she has built so much trust that she even dares to caress his dense gray fur. The wolf likes this very much and settles down on the floor, growling comfortably. The little girl throws herself cheering over this shaggy fellow.
"You like this, don't you?" she asks; while she tousles his dense fur and slips to and fro on the pretty tame-seeming animal. The wolf is rolled back and forth by the happy laughing child and settles at last on his back. A quite strange sensation grows in Little Red Ridinghood's naked belly rushing around on the wolf's fur. Disheveling the coarse fur of the wolf's abdomen she suddenly encounters a very stiff thing.
"What's this?" the little one wonders; closing her little fingers around this growing item. The wolf has put back his ears and gives himself over completely to her childish curiosity. His penis has appeared out of the hairy sheath by the touches of the child's little hands. Amazed, the little girl bends down close to the hot thing, that she only can grab with both hands. Curiously she examines the wolf's glans which is as big as her fist, and approaches her little mouth hesitatingly, until her tongue touches the taut orb. "That tastes funny!" she says; but determinedly she opens wide her little mouth and slides it over the animal's organ with effort. The wolf feels like he was yanked up, when the little girl begins to suck with closed eyes like a little calf at the udder. He starts pushing from his hind legs, and his piece expands even more, as a thick ball expands in the little girl's mouth until she can barely close her lips around it. The eruption of wolfish semen takes Little Red Ridinghood totally by surprise. With widened eyes, she swallows hard the salty liquid; and sucks again for the next shot, until the jumping source runs dry and the swollen ball shrinks enough for her to remove her mouth from the organ without getting her jaw out of shape. Smacking she licks her lips. "That tasted awfully good!" she states; and leans back against the broad back of the lying beast, as if she sucked the cum out of swollen peters every day.
But suddenly she falls down on her back because the thankful wolf wants to give back the benefit of the pleasure he enjoyed to her; and has jumped to his feet. Little Red Ridinghood gets a little bit scared, when the savage beast lowers his big head with those sharp teeth to her little head. "Eeeeeeh!" she screams laughing, when the wet coarse tongue drives over her face and neck. But when the wolf licks into the notch of her shirt and reaches her little nipples, the child becomes very quiet and closes her eyes. The wolf turns around over the little body so that his hind legs stand at both sides of her head. Then he lowers his head to her naked belly. The child jumps when it feels the first tongue-stroke at her little naked cunny. Gasping, the girl extends her body and stretches it against the wolf's tongue. Again and again the wolf leads his coarse tongue along the little slit, from the crinkled bumhole to the swelling clit. Little Red Ridinghood has closed her eyes firmly; and trembles with her whole body when her little joy-button is brought up by the wolf's tongue. And when the beast dips the tip of his tongue into the girl's tiny entrance, she pants and jumps in shocks; experiencing the first orgasm of her young life. Patiently the wolf keeps on licking. Moaning, the child bites her fist, when she sees directly over her the wolf's newly extended rod. Panting she grabs it and sucks on it hectically, while more orgasms shake her little body.
The wolf enjoys this very much and extends his efforts causing the child to run out of control. This time, when the animal's sperm shoots down her throat, the little girl swallows eagerly; and screams and struggles with her slim little legs to give air to her lust; almost swallowing the swollen member itself; as this time she doesn't stop sucking until the ball has shrunk inside her little mouth, and the stiff member begins to retreat into its furry sheath.
Exhausted the big savage beast and the little girl are lying together. The child has slung her little arms tightly around the coarse fellow; giving him many kisses on his muzzle. Her red hood having slipped from her fine blonde pigtails; she fixes it again.
"Actually Mother says I mustn't leave the straightway," she explains her departure to her newfound friend. "But then I never would have met you, my beloved wolf!"
"That really would have been a shame!" grumbles the wolf, to whom the six-year-old girl has given a special joy.
"Now I must go on to my grandmother. Thank you so much, dear wolf!" Thoughtfully she strokes over her little wet shining belly and picks up her slip. Then she grabs the basket and jogs along the way to her grandmother's house.
Now the wolf has only gotten his appetite whetted by this sweet little child's mouth; and takes a shortcut to the way the child has described to him, across the darker forest and deeper woods where she can't go, in big jumps and reaches the grandmother's house after a short time; knowing it will take the child MUCH longer to follow the path. He sneaks around until he finds an open door that leads into the cellar. Quietly he slips in and approaches carefully the bedroom of the old lady.
Now one should know that this "old" lady is in no way feeble; she's only 37. She gave birth to Little Red Ridinghood's mother at 16. Actually she isn't really ill, but only feels a little flabby and is lying in her bedroom clothed only in a thin gown; reading and awaiting her granddaughter. What a surprise,when the door opens and the big head of the huge wolf enters. With a soft sigh she faints.
With one leap the savage beast is over the unconscious woman and rips away the light nightgown off her body. Growling snugly the wolf lowers his muzzle on the grandmother's firm breast and lets his rough tongue wander over her nipples. The unconscious woman's body reacts and makes the sensual buds grow and harden. With each stroke of the beast's tongue the female body shakes, stretching out her breasts to the wolf's muzzle. In the meantime, the sleeper's thighs part like in a trance. The strong scent of the awakening female lust teases the licking wolf's nostrils. He drives a wet track down from her breast, over her flat stomach, through the dense dark bush, to the source of the hot odor.
When the tip of the wolf's tongue first touches the grandmother's already stiff clit, her body arches abruptly and she wakes up. She is shocked when she realizes who is giving her so much joy. But she is almost ready to climax.
"What are you doing to me, you savage animal?" she murmurs and tousles the gray fur of the wolf. Then she only can throw back her head and give herself to the spasms coming from deep within her.
The animal continues licking without tiring; while Grandma arches again, as yet another orgasm rips through her her body. She has grabbed her breasts and clutches them firmly; raising her upper body, she stares trembling at the savage beast that is possessing her, then falls back with a loud shriek.
(Unbeknownst to either of them, this shriek travels far; but at first it's ignored.)
The woman turns onto her stomach; enjoying the afterglow of her spasms. But what's this? She feels the wolf's body over hers. At the same time, she feels his huge rod poke between her thighs. Almost unconsciously she lifts her ass and grabs behind herself to lead the good piece of meat to her pussy. A short contact with the slippery entrance then the fat glans slips into the right track. Grandma gasps when the whole rod vanishes completely in her cunt with only one stroke. Growling the wolf nibbles on the nape of his human fuck-partner, while he fills the woman with strong shoves up to the hilt. Anewly her orgasm is building up; each thrust of the piercing sword yanks her up and makes her whimper. She barely feels the swollen knob inflating in her body; locking her to the savage beast, as the feeling of the bone-hard prick poking into her cervix has her full attention. When the wolf blows a last time against her cervix and squirts his sperm directly into her womb, a long howl escapes the woman's wide opened mouth. Helplessly struggling and wiggling, she pulls her canine lover close, and faints.
The wolf comes to his feet under a wet slurping sound of his tool leaving the woman's cave. At first it won't come out; but then as the knob shrinks under the influence of having already cum twice with the little girl, and now once in the older woman, its satiated state makes it diminish rapidly. Besides, having born Red Ridinghood's mother, the woman's cunny just isn't as tight as it was when she was Red's age. He lets the fainted woman slide down from the bed. He closes the curtains of the bedroom's window with his teeth, causing the room to fall into darkness. With some effort, the wolf pulls the sleeping hood from the unconscious woman's head; then he pushes her under the bed. He slips under the covers; and puts the sleeping hood on his gray head. At last he drapes the shreds of the nightgown over his upper body and sinks back for a short nap.
A short time later the wolf wakes up by the noise of the opening door. "Grandma, I'm here, your Little Red Ridinghood! I've brought cake and wine."
"Come in, my child! I'm lying in bed," whispers the wolf.
The child opens the door and is only able to see somebody lying in bed with Granny's sleeping-hood. The little girl sits down on the bed's edge. "Phew, this was really a long way! I'm really tired; may I get into bed with you for a little bit, Granny?" She always had liked to cuddle with her grandma.
"Of course, my child! Just undress and come in," the low voice comes from the bed. With only few moves the girl gets rid of her skirt, shirt, shoes, socks and of course her slip. Only the little red cape and hood remains; because she knows that her grandma likes it on her very much.
In a hush the six-year-old girl has slipped under the covers next to what she believes is her beloved grandma; and cuddles closely to the warm body. She yawns and states sleepily, "You've sure got a woolly gown today, Granny," then she is sound asleep.
The wolf lifts the covers and examines the slender rosy child's body with pleasure. One little finger has gotten lost between the little bold labia and rests pinched in this lovely crack. Little Red Ridinghood smiles in her slumber and moves her narrow pelvis slowly.
Suddenly she opens her eyes. "Oh Granny, I've had a very nice dream!" Then she seems to be aware of something not quite being as usual. Hesitatingly she asks her supposed grandmother: "Grandma, why do you have such big ears?"
"So I can hear you better!" replies the wolf, in as high a voice as he can muster.
"And why do you have such big eyes, Grandma?"
"So I can see you better!" and with this the wolf's glowing eyes wander over the naked child's body and stick to the tender cunny.
Little Red Ridinghood almost feels the look, and trembles a little. "And why do you have such a long tongue?" she asks hesitatingly.
"So I can TASTE you better!" he replies; almost scaring her. To demonstrate this, the wolf slides his rough tongue over the little girl's nipples, and down over her naked belly.
The child touches the woolly fur of her bedmate and comes in contact with the extended rod. She clenches her little hands around it and asks. "And why do you such a huge tail?" she starts to ask; but now she remembers the feeling from before, and stares intensely at the wolf's face. "You're not really my grandma, you are my dear dear wolf!"
Shouting with joy she jumps up, opens the curtains, and throws herself on the big animal. "And you brought my nice toy!" she cries happily. With this, the little girl bends over the giant glans and slips her little mouth with some effort over the red shining orb to suck wildly at this lollipop.
Then she stops. "But really, why do you have such a big tail?"
"I'm going to show you, my Little Red Ridinghood," growls the wolf. "Just lay down on your back!" Immediately the six-year-old girl turns on her back; spreading her slender thighs widely to offer her little cunny to the attentions of her dear wolf. The wolf lowers his head and licks with broad tongue over this delicious peach. The child moans comfortably and enjoys the jerks in her own immature body with firmly closed eyes.
When her cunny is neatly wetted, the wolf moves up and continues his caressings at the neck and the chest of the heavily breathing child. At the same time, he puts his thick glans carefully to the widespread slit. Back and forth the tip of the wolf's rod slides on the little cunt that becomes very slippery. With each stroke, he pushes gently some more into the narrow channel.
Little Red Ridinghood has gotten red cheeks; breathes loudly and pants; pushing her little pelvis against the wolf's probing rod. Her labia clench around the tip of the prickhead which rests firmly against her hymen. A trembling in her abdomen tells the wolf, that this little girl is about to cum. So he withdraws a last time and pushes forcefully against the obstacle. A high-pitched scream escapes the girl, then the huge weapon slides into the child's deflowered belly.
This first scream did not go completely unnoticed outside the small cottage; but at first did little more than distract the only person who might have heard and misunderstood.
Hardly half of the wolf's meat fits into the narrow channel before the tip pushes against the tiny cervix. As soon as the deflowering pain subsides, the child starts throwing her little pelvis against the wolf's thrusts. She pants, whines and arches each time the giant rod stretches her little cunt extremely and smashes against her womb.
The wolf enjoys the glowing tightness of the child's crotch clutching his member like a vise, and the excited wriggling of the little body beneath himself. Even before the wolf is ready to shoot his rocks, the little girl arches up sobbing, helplessly struggling, when the childish but strong orgasm shakes her body. Her jerking channel milks the wolf's prick and carries him over the edge. Just two more thrusts, then he presses his cock firmly against the little girl's cervix and squirts forcefully into the child. The tight fit of her channel doesn't allow the sperm to escape in other direction than into her uterus. The feeling of his boiling semen gushing into the sanctuary of her immature womanhood yanks the helplessly pierced child through a chain of spasms that stretch her little body to the tips of her toes; while the pointed rod inside her belly actually slides into the ring of muscles guarding her womb; allowing the thick member behind it to enter her completely, before the swelling knot gets stuck outside. The last thick squirts directly into her uterus seem to soothe the pain that otherwise might have resulted from being so cruelly stretched by the wolf's obscene member.
Little Red involuntarily jerks her body downward; impaling herself fully on the beast's swollen rod, as the animal tries to plant his seed as far up in the child's belly as possible. The inflating canine member does its designed job to ensure that not one precious drop of her canine lover's sperm goes anywhere but into the little girl's developing young womb where it belongs. Red shrieks at the penetration; but whether from ecstasy, pain, or terror is hard to tell. Still, the evidence is for the former; as instead of pulling away from the beast, she actually tries to force herself farther down.
Only this is impossible, as by this time she has taken the beast, knob and all, all the way up into her tight little cunny, with his sharp-pointed penis actually squirting thick white canine sperm into her almost pubescent young womb.
Unknown to the members enjoying themselves in the bedroom, this second scream has attracted attention from without. The person hearing it has no way of knowing that these are screams of pleasure, not pain, so he hurries toward the source of the noise.
Of course, pleasures like this cannot last for long; even with big strong wolves and horny little girls. Eventually the beast's strong outpourings into the child dwindle to just mild spurts; while Little Red's wild gyrations around the spike in her belly slow to occasional jerks of her tiny pelvis, as she tries to get one last twinge from the beast whose "tail" fills her sex so nicely.
Exhausted the wolf settles above his little human bride without stressing her with his weight. Slowly the quick breathing and panting slows down; and she embraces the big wolf whose most important piece she still owns; as she finds herself fastened to him by the enormous ball that has swollen in her tight little cunny. Still, the little girl enjoys the sensation of being mated to her canine lover and she kisses him again and again on his muzzle. "Now I've caught you, big wolf, I'll never give you free! That was soooo terribly nice! Would you mind doing the same thing with Granny?"
Now she remembers. "Actually, where is Granny?" She sits up and lets the wolf's penis escape with a wet sucking sound from her tight box, as the swollen knob has finally shrunk enough for him to pull out.
At the same moment, something is going on under the bed; as Grandma crawls into the light. "Granny! There are you!" Emphatically Little Red Ridinghood jumps upon the woman; entwines her waist with her slender thighs and embraces her tightly; ignoring the slippery streams of goo matting her between the legs.
"Oh, Little Red Ridinghood, you are really stark naked! And your red hood has been scrambled! And you're all messy down there! You wicked fellow, did you dare to do the same to this little child . . ." grandma threatens, smiling to the wolf and tousles his dense fur. "Now, then I must inspect immediately, if everything is in good order!" She puts the child down on the edge of the bed; lifts her slender thighs up to her flat chest and bends over the child's crotch. Little Red Ridinghood lets herself fall back and feels her grandma putting a finger at the opening, which is slippery with wolf-sperm. She sighs deeply as this finger slides into the narrow channel without resistance. "Ah, I see . . . someone has been in here!"
"O yes, this one!" giggles the little girl and grabs the wolf's joyspender, which is recovering slowly from his former work.
Excitedly, the woman lowers her mouth on her granddaughter's cunt. The child pants when Grandma's tongue twirls into her crotch. The taste of the sperm mixing with the deflowering blood and the love-juice of the child cause growing eagerness in the older woman. Smacking, she licks deeper and deeper into the little girl. To get more of it she inserts both of her index-fingers into the six-year-old vagina and pulls the child wide open. In this way she can insert her long pointed tongue deeply. Even the tiny cervix is reachable. Each lick over the tiny nub causes the child's body to jerk uncontrollably.
"I want something for me, too!" gasps the child and turns her head to get the fistlike head of the wolf's penis into her mouth. Breathing hard through her nose she sucks this nice big lollipop, while wave after wave of lust ripple through her belly. But her grandma has tended short to orgasm tasting the juices she extracts from the inner child. Just some strokes of her own finger help her over the cliff.
At the same moment, with her spasms Little Red Ridinghood stretches, clutches the woman's head with her thighs and goes rigid; while the wolf's juice shoots down her throat. No little drop of life juice gets lost from the eager swallowing little girl.
Exhausted the three of them lie in a heap after the storm. First of them up is the girl crawling up across her grandmother's belly to kiss her and to play with her breasts. "Don't you want to play with the wolf like I did?" she asks.
The wolf just howls with frustration at the sight of his deflating member, and his inability to perform again after being so thoroughly drained by the little girl's sucking young vagina and eager little mouth.
"But I did, my dear child!" Anew the woman fixes the red hood for the girl, that has been tousled once more.
"And did he squirt into you, too? May I look?"
"Of course, my dear little one!" Grandma spreads her thighs wide and gives the green light to the child. Little Red Ridinghood lies down across her grandma's belly and parts the woman's pubic hair with her little hands. Then she inserts one little finger between her granny's labia; feels the slippery wetness; and tastes it immediately. "Mmmmmmh!" she smacks; then she puts her whole mouth to this source. Grandma's eyes turn back with lust when her grandchild pushes her tongue into the woman's fucking channel without hesitation and slicks out the female juices mixing with the formerly injected wolf's sperm.
While she does, the wolf has positioned himself behind the little girl, and give little whimpers and howls of frustration at not being able to penetrate the child because his member is too soft and limber, even with the erotic dance taking place in front of him, to enter even the most slack and willing of cunts, let alone the tight little sleeve of the little girl lapping at her grandmother's leaking vagina.
It is this sight . . . of a little girl apparently cowering in her grandmother's lap, while both females have lost their clothing in an apparent attempt to escape the slovering wolf about to bite the little girl, that appears to the astounded eyes of the woodcutter who slams open the door, after coming in response to the child's earlier screams. If he hadn't been so surprised at the sexy dishabille of the two women, it's almost certain that the woodsman's axe would have split the wolf in two . . . or at least damaged him seriously.
As it is (fortunately for all concerned) the heavy axe buries itself deep into the wood flooring; allowing both women to stop him from raising it again, during the time it took the brawny man to pull it free.
Once it became clear that the women were NOT being threatened by the big carnivore, but only being ravished by him; and that further the wolf's howls were not intended to frighten his prey, but merely frustration at not being able to get hard again, with such a delectably sexy sight in front of him, the man laughed! "My friend," he said, patting the mighty beast on the side, "that's what you get from sending an animal to do a man's job."
This brings a smirk from the wolf (as much as an animal CAN smile, that is). Little does the man know the insatiable appetites of the two females in front of him. Curling up in the corner, the wolf licks his abused penis, as he watches the woodcutter shed his clothes and approach the two on the bed who have resumed where they left off.
Impatiently the girl pulls the woman's nether lips wide apart to be able to lick deeply into the crotch. The Woman enjoys comfortably the eagerness of her little granddaughter. At the same time she caresses the child's little upturned butt; exposing it to the attentions of the man approaching from the rear. Little Red Ridinghood squeezes her little hand deeper and deeper into the woman to reach her inner treasures; while Grandma spreads her legs wide to give proper access to the child. Suddenly there's a little jerk when the child's hand slides into the woman's snatch completely. Deeply moaning, the grandmother watches intensely the curious child pushing her slender arm even deeper. Grandma swims in lust! Another orgasm shakes the female body but she isn't released because her grandchild pulls her arm out of her grandma and licks the juices from her hand. Then she returns it with one single push in the warm and wet hollow.
The woman's groping fingers find Little Red Ridinghood's naked slit that shines between her slender thighs. Moaning, she puts two fingers against the tender opening and pushes gently but firmly into the childish flesh. The little girl jerks and turns her head to smile at her grandmother's face. The experienced fingers frisk the six-year-old cunny and push against the little cervix, which they rub slightly. Trembling, Little Red Ridinghood drops her head into her grandma's crotch and catches the jerking clit with her lips, while she slips her little arm into the woman up to the hilt.
Now she has discovered the entrance to the woman's uterus, and she becomes aware of the more treasures that are hidden here. The wolf's sperm begins to ooze back into the love channel. Several times the little girl slicks the juices from her arm then she digs two of her little fingers into this inner entrance. The success follows immediately, when Grandma throws herself up and exclaims panting "Yes my dear Little Red Ridinghood, more, more!" Enthusiastically the child urges her whole little hand into the woman's womb; bringing out every drop of the goodies. Moaning, Grandma turns her head to and fro; slipping her own fingers repeatedly into her grandchild's tight little cunny.
Between spasms, she catches sight of the woodcutter's rod, inflated almost up to bursting. After all, what man can stay cool when he sees two females make love in such an erotic manner?! The woman pulls the hulking man by his tool near the little girl's swaying bum. The huge glowing sword is guided exactly to the child's wriggling little entrance.
A muffled cry comes from the little girl, when the oversized man drives his thick prick into his little child-bride. Little Red Ridinghood throws back her head, causing her blonde pigtails to fly; and receives the first heavy thrusts of a human prick inside her tight little vagina. At the same time she pushes her little fist firmly into her dear granny's uterus. The six-year-old little body gets staggered by the man's repeated blows; as his huge rod urges itself into the little girl for more than the half; smashing against the jerking tiny cervix. The man's impact gets more and more violent; as he tries to plant more and more of his engorged penis in the little girl's body. Unlike the wolf earlier, at first his engorged member is too thick to enter the child's cervix; but it still stretches around the head; making almost a ring around the tip, where he is trying to drive it right into the little girl's womb.
Whimpering with frustration, enjoyment, and possibly some pain at the man's intrusion into her belly, the child drives her little teeth into her grandma's swollen clit, while her little hand is digging deep in the woman's womb. Then the older man drives into the child with a mighty blow. At the same time Little Red Ridinghood pushes back her bum to meet his thrust. There is a sudden jerk; the little girl opens her eyes wide in a silent scream; while the giant rod vanishes inside her completely. The reddened labia clench around the root of the thick stem. Squealing, the child struggles as the fat prickhead stretches her immature uterus. Another thrust shakes the little body when the man pulls out his rod, growling in frustration at not going still deeper, and gives her the coup-de-grace with his legs pushing, while his strong arms pull the child onto his engorged member, like a man pulling a tight boot onto his foot.
Parting her little nether lips extremely, guided along the narrow slippery channel the man's prick is momentarily retarded at the tiny cervix, until he pierces through the womb's gate powerfully. Such an entrance would have been impossible even a few minutes earlier, but the wolf's prior presence has enabled the man to penetrate the child completely. Her tiny uterus is wrapped around the man's penis like some obscene interior vagina-within-a-vagina, and it milks the man's tool powerfully, for his potent seed; which is not long in flooding her tiny little womb.
Helplessly Little Red Ridinghood's little head is yanked to her nape when the explosion happens in her innermost sanctuary. In reflex her little fist cramps in her grandmother's uterus. Wave after wave of thick white goo surges into the child's womb; which expands almost to the bursting point. Then the high pressure forces its way back along the intruding stem. All of the boiling sperm that doesn't fit in this little cave squirts out of the trembling child's opening; as this time it doesn't have the wolf's knot to hold it inside her.
Filled with sympathy, Grandma experiences her little grandchild's rosy cunny spraying white juice, while several waves of pleasure run through the tiny body.
Shaking, the three lovers fall in a heap and need some time to restore their senses. Only reluctantly the fat sausage is detached from the sweet rosy box that has been filled with human sperm for the first time. The child jerks slightly and removes her own little arm from her grandma's snatch; while the wolf snickers at the man's wilting prick. It had taken THREE attacks by the two lusty females to make his member shrink like that. Still, the wolf is grateful for the assistance, as he knows now that he would never be able to slake the lust of them alone.
A short while later, after taking a breather, the grandmother struggles to her feet to lay the coffee-table. Anew she must fix her little granddaughter's tousled cap. Then Little Red Ridinghood, her beloved grandmother and their canine and human lovers sip their coffee restfully. They all decide, that this was a most delicious afternoon, that must be soon repeated.
In fact, before leaving for her mother's house, Little Red's womb gets twice more filled with the woodcutter's lusty seed, and one again with the wolf's thick white sperm, while her grandmother's womb is similarly abused. By this time the little girl's tiny cervix is used to taking either of her lovers' members deep inside her, and she eagerly accepts each explosion of potent sperm inside her tiny little womb where it belongs; while the grandmother encourages both of her lovers to plant as much of their potent seed, as far up in her grandchild's belly as they can.
As you can imagine, this leads to many more visits of the little girl with her grandmother, and almost always she is accompanied by a huge beast that most of the people living nearby think is a rather large dog. At the same time, the previously lonely woodcutter had found a way to make HIS afternoons in the forest seem much more enjoyable as well.
Within a year, Little Red Ridinghood moves in with the woodcutter and his new bride, her grandmother; and they all live happily together, ever after. From that day on, neither the precocious little girl nor her equally horny grandmother is forced to go for more than a few hours without at least once being able to enjoy feeling either the lusty wolf, or the equally randy woodcutter pumping his thick white sperm into her welcoming womb. Such fun the little girl has, with her "pet" and new grandfather filling her belly with squirt after thick white squirt of their lusty seed, you can't imagine. This loving relationship continues for many years. Few people notice (it not being very heavily populated in that part of the forest) that the woman has many children in fewer years than most are capable of.
However, a few DO notice that many of the couple's children are unusually hairy, unlike the woman's grandchild who now stays with them, along with her faithful "pet", an unusually large gray dog.
In fact, the children of the woodcutter and the large gray "dogs" the women kept, led in later years to stories of men and women who turned into wolves themselves, and the tragic end that came of that. But of course, that's a different story.
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