There was once a mother and daughter who lived alone in a cottage, beside a wood. They were very poor but managed to grow what they needed on the small piece of land that had been cleared behind their little house. Between the two of them they could just manage to do the work, but the mother had feared that her daughter would get married one day, and leave her alone to starve.
To put off this day as long as possible she made her a little red hooded cloak when she was a young girl, and required her to wear it every day. In those days this was a symbol of youth and innocence. Time had passed, the daughter had grown into a young woman, but she still wore her hood every day. She had grown used to it, and so had everyone who knew her, they called her Little Red Hood, or just Red after a while.
It was really too small now and hardly covered her rich, chestnut hair, and certainly no longer hid her beautiful, clear face, or her ripening, womanly figure. Being poor there was nothing that could be done to make a new, larger garment, her mother hoped, even prayed, that this one would suffice.
Together they grew vegetables, and fruit, they also kept a pig and some hens but had no corn for bread. Every week they would take some of their produce to Red's grandmother, and exchange it for some of her corn. Her grandmother had a small field by her cottage, and several young men helped her sow and harvest her crops. Red had sometimes wondered why none of these generous, and to Red fascinating, workers never came to help at their little house.
One day Red's mother came to her and gave her a bottle of wine, which they made from their own fruit, telling her that her grandmother was ill and had sent a message asking for it. She was to take this medicinal drink to help cure her ailments. Red set off to her grandmothers house, carefully holding the bottle in her hands.
As she walked the hood slipped from her head and fell back on her shoulders. It was a warm sunny day and, not wanting to endanger her burden, she left it and enjoyed the air as she strode happily along. Anyone who saw her on that day could see what a beautiful young woman she had become, and someone did see her.
As she skirted the trees, along the footpath she knew so well, a woodsman rested on his axe, gazing wistfully at the image of beauty before him. Only a few years older than Red, he had grown up watching her, and falling in love with her, and now he knew it. As though in a trance, he followed his dream, without knowing what he would do, or why, he was leaving his work to itself.
As Red turned the last corner the cottage came into view, and the scene before her filled her with fear. Her Grandmother, in her nightdress, was sitting huddled in a tree, while a large wolf prowled, and tried to get at her with his sharp, white teeth. Red screamed in terror not realizing the mortal danger this put herself in.
The wolf turned, and seeing that a new meal had arrived, and took off straight for her. Red, her wits now returned, ran back the way she had come, luckily towards the woodsman and his axe. As she ran passed him, hardly noticing him in her terror, he hefted this tool of his craft and swung a perfectly blow.
The flat of the axe-head caught the pursuing beast across the side of his head, sending it spinning towards the undergrowth. Not a little dazed, the still hungry creature retreated into the undergrowth, to look for something smaller and less dangerous to eat. Red returned to where her aging relative was trying to extricate herself from the tree.
She was followed by the hero of the hour, tall and strong, he strode up in time to gently lift her from its branches. As he set her on her feet, Red's grandmother saw immediately that the woodsman was, as she had hoped, goggle-eyed over her young relative. Because of this, and the fact that Red had finally noticed him herself, she resisted the temptation to thank him in the way she would have liked. The way that got her fields ploughed and planted, and the crops harvested.
They all went inside the cottage, Red set the bottle on the table. She noticed how strong her rescuer looked, muscles honed from years of swinging a felling axe, day in and day out. Also how handsome and kind he looked, and how he could not take his eyes off her. Although she had known John the woodcutter all her life, she had hardly noticed him before. This was all new to her, and exciting.
"Grandmother, how can we thank this man? He has saved our lives." Her question was genuine, she did not know, but needed an answer to prevent his leaving.
"We can start with some food and a drink, get the bread and cheese and I'll open this bottle." They quickly assembled the makings of a fine if plain lunch, and sat down together to eat, and drink. Home made wine can be strong so a jug of water was brought to the table, it made a bottle go twice as far with no-one getting drowsy.
As she was handing Red her second drink, or maybe her third, the elderly host (apparently) slipped and the contents of the mug splashed over Red, soaking her dress!
"Grandmother," cried out Red, jumping to her feet. "What have you done, I'm wet through!" The thin material clung tight to her body, John did not need any imagination to see how beautifully formed her breasts were, or how large and erect her nipples had become. He could feel his body responding in kind, the bulge under his smock was becoming just as pronounced.
"Oh we'll have to get those wet things off you." And to suit her words the elderly rascal began removing cloak and dress. Only when she was standing naked in front of the fire did she realize that John was staring at her body, and obviously enjoying its effect on himself, as well as the cause. Grabbing her child sized red cloak, she tried hiding her body, but there was not enough cloak, and too much voluptuous body needing concealment!
"Why is his smock bulging like that? What is happening to him?" She asked in a stage whisper.
"You are happening, my dear, and about time too if I may say." Came the wise woman's answer. "Show her John, I can hardly believe it but a grand-daughter of mine has reached womanhood without knowing the effect she has on a man. What my son was doing marrying that woman I could never guess."
John needed no second invitation, he lifted his course cotton smock showing the two women that he wore nothing beneath it. What he did have was an erect cock, almost a foot long and as thick as a baby's leg. It was standing to attention above balls the size of goose eggs.
"Well my girl, now is as good a time as any to discover what will bring you your greatest happiness." As she spoke Red's grandmother ushered her towards her destiny, guiding her hand towards her future as a woman. Red moved as in a trance, fascinated by this man, and his powerful member.
She reached for him, her breath coming in trembling gasps. It was not fear that made her so, there was no thought of flight as with the wolf, it was excitement and the anticipation of the moment. As her hands came to rest on his chest an unseen force travelled through her, along her arms, electrifying her whole body.
Her work done, Red's grandmother retreated from the room and left them to wherever their passions would take them. Not so far that she could not hear, and enjoy, their instant courtship though, judging it to be, potentially, both exciting and satisfying. She settled herself in her old rocking chair by the window, and waited.
John placed his hands on Red's slender waist and lifted her easily on to his lap, her thighs either side of his manhood. With her legs to one side of him, and her shoulder resting against his powerful chest, she felt strangely relaxed and safe. Their breathing was now becoming slow and even, they were inhaling the combined aromas of their bodies, new and exciting to them both.
Not knowing what to do, she looked coyly away from him. It was pure instinct that made her edge forward so that she could feel the heat and comfort, from the contact between his powerful erection, and her, now very moist, opening. It seemed so natural that these parts should be close, intimate, as the couple were becoming themselves.
Slowly he reached a hand to her breasts, hardly daring to touch at first, he gently felt each one with his fingertips. Red moaned with the pleasure of his touch. He withdrew his unknowing hand only to have it replaced on her breast by Red herself, she smiled reassuringly, and kissed his surprised lips.
He continued his investigation and exploration of her soft curves, and also her nut-hard nipples. Squeezing and rubbing each in turn, he could see the effect it was having on her, and enjoy her gasps and sighs. She half turned towards him, hands flat on his chest, and kissed him again.
Not gently this time with her mouth closed, but as passionately as the tidal wave that was rising within her, engulfing her, and carrying her along. She forced her tongue between his lips, and entered his mouth, as he would enter her soon enough. They tasted each other, wrestled tongues, and he pinched a nipple in his excitement, she yelped with pleasure and did the same to the other herself.
Not wanting him to miss out, she bent forward to his chest and took a nipple in her mouth and sucked, he cried out with the surprise and pleasure of it. She bit him gently, marking his skin, something inside her was driving her to a new experience every pleasure filled moment. Surprising and joyful for them both.
He got a very pleasant surprise when her hand curled round his hard cock, pressing it against her now very wet pussy. He could feel her juices flowing over him and the aroma of this, and their body's heat, was sending both their passions to their highest limits. She automatically began rocking her hips, rubbing against him, pressing him tight against herself.
He watched in wonder and amazement as, eyes half closed, she achieved her first orgasm, there on his lap, and in his arms. As the pleasure shuddered through her she almost fainted, but he would never let her fall. Like a light toy, he now picked her up, and half turning her in mid air, repositioned her facing him, her knees either side of him.
She reached down and, grasping his cock, positioned its swollen head against the opening to her body. Her juices flowed over him, making him slick and difficult to grasp, she squeezed tighter, he gasped and almost came as she did. Now she pressed her body down, she could feel the size of him as he began to enter her, then a sharp tearing pain, it hurt, but not enough to stop her.
She began slowly sliding herself up and down to ease him inside her pussy, two inches forward and one inch back, then forward again until he was totally impaled. Resting a moment a look or satisfaction and achievement spread over her face. The look on John's face was pure wonderment, he could hardly believe any of this, but he didn't want to miss a second of it.
Slowly, and with complete control, Red began to slide herself up and down his cock. Instinct had taken control of both of them, and was guiding them as surely as if it had provided a manual with its own map and compass. As she fucked her man she pushed her perfect tits towards his face. His world was filled with the sight, sound, smell, taste and sensual feelings from one source, herself.
Steadily she increased the rate of her movements, adding a rotation to her hips that increased her pleasure, she could feel another whirl of sensations building within her. Hands on his shoulders for support and leverage, she wanted John to join her in the experience. Matching her, stroke for stroke, he was building too, her wish was about to be realized.
If they could have heard, outside the not so aged relative was enjoying the sounds of their lovemaking, her rocker was keeping pace with them, as was her hand between her thighs.
Their lovemaking became a frenzy, faster and harder they went at their task. Sweat running, tits bouncing, hands on her waist forcing her down onto his engorged erection, both rushing headlong to a joint oblivion. Careless of anything but their hunger for each other Red looked John straight into his eyes, unspoken words passed between them, she could feel him swell inside her and her head began to spin.
They both cried out together, her muscles gripped like a vice, and he let go filling her with his cum, over and over. Almost losing consciousness she swayed but was caught and held in strong passionate hands, he drew her to him where she collapsed against his heaving chest. Half laughing while gulping in lungful's of air they relished the moment, and each other.
In her rocking chair, on the front porch, Grandmother was also breathing heavily, she had enjoyed their lovemaking, with the help of her own fingers, and was smiling in self satisfaction. Her plan had worked, with the unexpected assistance of the wolf, and her grand-daughter would not starve for food or love or loving. Everything had come together, happily and perfect.
|
Submitted by:
bix
view profile
|
You have new unread mail messages!
Click here for your Inbox!
