[Author’s Note: This is a translation from the Old Norman French of what is almost certainly the oldest (and likely truest) version of the medieval fairy tale that eventually surfaced, centuries later, in many forms, in the literature of several European countries. It was discovered in 2023 in the ruins of a pagan temple not far from Stonehenge. For the benefit of modern readers and to present it in the manner of a fairy tale, I have updated the original archaic sentence structures, terms and expressions; not to have done so would have made its reading ponderous. Like many of its later retellings, it is allegorical, but certainly less violent, more hopeful and erotic. I hope you enjoy it]
A pretty, sweetly innocent girl is happily wending her way through a fragrant, sun-dappled wood. It’s Little Red Riding Hood who is taking a basket of wild strawberries to her grandma. A sender girl, with long auburn hair, she stands barely 5‘ 3”, most of which seems to be long willowy legs. As she walks along the forest path, the newly ripened apples of her firm young asscheeks wiggle seductively and she can feel a strange fullness that is not quite in her belly and not quite in her virgin vagina. Her budding nipples, pert little cones (not unlike a wizard’s hat) adorning bumpy quarter-sized areolas, seem much harder and more sensitive than ever before and are poking through the thin material of her jumper in the chill of the spring evening. But perhaps it’s not just the evening chill that caresses her nipples? Perhaps it’s the strange new throbbing of the little pearl nestled between her pussy lips, aroused and wet from the friction of her too-tight panties as she walks. In the past few months, the little pearl has grown three times its former size and increased its sensitivity fourfold. If she could see how much smaller her playmates’ pleasure pearls were, she would be pleasantly surprised to learn that she was blessed with a pearl of uncommon magnificence.
As she walks on, Little Red Riding Hood begins to feel the presence of someone or something walking behind her. She turns and sees a large wolf loping along the trail. Seeing that she has stopped and is staring at him, the wolf rises up and stands on his hind legs, towering above the vulnerable young girl. Though she should be frightened, strangely, Little Red Riding Hood is not. He is such a handsome brute – broad muscular shoulders and a sculpted chest covered with a rich coat of beautiful black fur. Little Red Riding Hood’s big blue eyes open wide in wonder and her pouty, sensuous lips form an Ohhhhh in astonishment at the handsome wolf’s cock which, even hanging flaccid, is as long as the little girl’s forearm and nearly as thick. Her precocious little pearl swells larger and sends sparks of pleasant excitement shooting into the honeyed warmth of her pubescent pudding as she stands mesmerized by the wolf’s testicles, the size of the balls tossed by jugglers, swinging rhythmically between the beast’s muscular thighs.
The cunning wolf senses her ripeness and her arousal; he can detect the scent of her virgin menstrual blood. His eyes twinkle as he marvels at the ivory beauty of her flawless silken skin. When the wily wolf asks her where she is off to, the naive trusting maiden says she is going to her grandma’s house to bring her cookies and stay with her tonight. The sly wolf asks where grandma lives and when Little Red Riding Hood tells him, he says that it is still quite far from where they are now but maybe he will see her there later. “Would you like that Little Red Riding Hood?” She feels again the conflicting twinges of excitement and of fear – she has been warned about wily wolves. Despite those warnings, she says yes, she hopes he will come and visit them – she says she is sure he will like her grandmother.
The wolf flashes her an evil grin, saying, yes, he is sure he will like grandma very much. With that, he bounds off into the glooming forest. Later when Little Red Riding Hood arrives at grandma’s, she finds the door is open but when she walks in and calls, “Grandma?” She is surprised to hear the wolf’s voice. “We’re in here dear.”
Little Red Riding Hood runs into her grandma’s bedroom to find the wolf in her grandma’s bed.
“Where’s my grandma?”
“She had to go to the village for something, but she asked me to stay here to make sure you would be safe. Why don’t you crawl in here beside me, little girl?”
Little Red Riding Hood wavers. She knows she shouldn’t. She senses danger and something else as she looks into the wolf’s hungry liquid eyes. His smile reveals his sharp teeth and a long red tongue that he flicks back and forth suggestively over his up-turned lips.
“Come in here and lay beside me and let me keep you warm - you look chilled, Little Red Riding Hood. Your nipples are hard – I can see them through your thin dress”
Little Red Riding Hood blushes. No one has ever looked at her this way or talked with her so crudely before. It ruffles and excites her in new and strange ways. As she gazes into the wolf’s piercing eyes she feels his feral lust and her young nipples tingle and harden. She feels both frightened and wicked. From her most intimate places, strange dark impulses and urges spread over her nubile body. Though she doesn’t understand what is happening to her – she likes how it feels. She aches to be touched in forbidden places – to be groped and roughly fondled. Betrayed and willed on by her newly incited yearnings, Little Red Riding Hood slips in beside the wolf.
“Here, let me warm up your hard little nipples” The wolf smiles at her and begins to rub and pull, and pinch her erect nipples through her jumper. As he twists them, raking each nipple with his claws, he leaves a web of scratches on her pert little mushrooms and areolae, causing her to shudder and gasp and her sweet little honey pot to bubble over.
Little Red Riding Hood’s breaths come in gasps and deep sighs and she shudders from the intensely pleasurable, erotic pain. “Oh Mr. Wolf this is sooo wrong – you shouldn’t touch me this way”
“Really? Do you want me to stop?”
Little Red Riding Hood knows she should say yes, but she does not want to. Instead, she rests her head on the wolf’s muscular chest and closes her eyes. It feels so VERY good to the naïve maiden, yet so VERY, VERY wrong – all in an unfamiliar but exciting way. The wolf reaches down and pulls the hem of her jumper up revealing her white silken panties which now have a growing rose-colored wet spot that outlines her sodden slit. Still playing with her nipples, he lowers his head to the crotch of her panties, inhales the randy musk of her quim and begins to lap her pantied crotch with his long warm wet tongue. An explosion of pleasure erupts from her aroused pussy as the rough rasping of the wolf’s tongue tortures her throbbing pearl through the tight wet panties.
“OH! OH! OH!” moans Little Red Riding Hood. Her panties and her virgin vulva are sopping with wolf drool and her own menstrual blood. All at once, the wolf begins to growl and shred her panties with his razor-sharp teeth and soon his long tongue is lapping her clit and tunneling hungrily into the clotted menstrual blood of her unspoiled vagina. Her hips move involuntarily causing her tight little cunny lips to clasp the lupine tongue and slide up and down its length as it flicks in and out of her. As the delicious anticipation of her first orgasm builds, Little Red Riding Hood, body and soul, is gripped by anxious want and hunger for the masculine ferocity of the Wolf’s glistening red cock. With the last remaining shred of innocent restraint and granddaughterly concern, she meekly, half-heartedly implores the wolf…
“Mr. Wolf we must stop – Grandma could come back and catch us any minute!”
“Oh no she will NOT come to you little girl – not now or ever. I ate her before you came home.”
“Oh no! Not my grandma!” Little Red Riding Hood is horrified but she is also teetering on the edge of orgasm. She is confused and conflicted. What should she do?
“Little girl, l have the magic to bring her back if you want me to, but if I do, I will stop pleasuring you and you will never feel these wondrous feelings ever again. Do you REALLY want me to stop and bring your grandmother back?”
Basking in sadistic pleasure ,the evil wolf savors the agony of the innocent maiden’s struggle, pitting Christian virtue and the love for her adored grandma against the throbbing urgency of her seething cunt. The confused girl is speechless in this moment of tortured conflict. The intensity of the moment only increases when the wolf pulls his muscular body completely over hers in 69-position. Using his muscular forelegs, the wolf spreads Little Red Riding Hood’s tender thighs wide, opening her glorious gash to expose her pulsating pink grotto, dripping strings of her warm pussy drool. The wolf lashes the moaning little girl’s honey pot and tightly puckered asshole with his long writhing tongue, mercilessly arousing and inflaming her. Her head begins to spin; her oozing orifices and distended, throbbing clitoris send waves of pleasure all through her small fitfully trembling body . The poor girl feels the hard dripping cock of the wolf rubbing against her face. Now unsheathed, its thick scarlet shaft glistens, obscene, beautiful and irresistible. Wide-eyed and panting, Little Red Riding Hood strokes and caresses it with one of her small hands. With her other hand, she fondles the wolf’s enormous cum-swollen balls, marveling at their heft.
“Kiss it little girl – it wants you to kiss it. But poor girl, if you do, you will never see your grandma again.”
She quivers one more time but she does not hesitate. Filled with shame and urgent desire, she encircles the wolf’s throbbing member with her soft pouty – oh so inviting - lips before taking it into her warm wet mouth. She suckles it hungrily, like she once suckled at her mother’s tit, while her trembling hands work to kneed and coax the wolf’s bulging balls into giving up their liquid treasure. Though the wet film dripping from the wolf’s engorged member tastes sour and gamey, Little Red Riding hood slurps it hungrily, smearing her yearning lips and her sweet angelic face with it.
The aroused virgin is seized by powerful, wanton desires to be defiled and ravaged – to give herself over completely to wickedness and to do it joyfully. She eagerly sucks the copious precum from his fully extended and engorged cock. The wolf stiffens, growls menacingly, pulls her legs ever wider apart and impales her tight young twat on his immense lupine cock, tearing through her maidenhead and mercilessly pounding his massive phallus into her tight tunnel. Deeper, deeper, deeper, faster and faster the wolf drives his searing shaft furiously up and down the length of her snatch, from vulva to cervix, repeatedly and relentlessly into the very core of her femininity.
Eschewing fear and Christian virtue, the concupiscent maid abandons herself to pure bestial pleasure and embraces the perversity of her debauchery, lustily encunting the monstrous cock. The clinging folds of her spasming vagina caress it, sending crashing waves of delicious ecstasy into all the private places that she had been taught were dirty and shameful. The waves sweep Little Red Riding Hood to a shore where only lust and carnal pleasure exist. She feels like she can never have enough of it. With every ounce of strength she pulls the wolf to her, arching her back, spreading her thighs and ripe little buttocks even farther apart, she hooks her ankles over the wolf’s muscular haunches.
That cock! She must have it! As much of its pleasure, pain and cum as she can bear and hold! Little Red Riding Hood’s pubescent cunny surges upward to meet each of the wolf’s downward thrusts, taking his cock as deeply into her moist cavern as she can. As the wolf increases the tempo and power of his thrusts, the little girl matches him with her own frenzied pelvic pulsing. With each of his violent thrusts into the ravaged virgin, the wolf’s enormous bristled ballsack slaps provocatively between Little Red Riding Hood’s firm little asscheeks, spanking her tightly puckered asshole in a most arousing way. Ooh what lovely unholy pleasure – intense pleasure - unlike anything the innocent virgin has ever felt in her short life! Little Red Riding Hood begins to cum fitfully and, enveloped in carnal pleasure almost beyond endurance, the winsome little schoolgirl joyfully bawls out a torrent of the vilest obscenities and filth, in a voice as sweet and pure as a soprano in a child’s choir. Her blasphemous orgasmic aria is rewarded with blast, after voluminous blast of viscous wolf seed that splash against her cervix as her pulsing vagina contracts rhythmically around the big red canid cock, milking it of its spunk. As his cum and her blood and thick pussy honey boil out of her throbbing freshly violated cunt and pool in her dead grandma’s sheets, Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf howl together in exuberant rapture.
As the wolf had warned, Little Red Riding hood never sees her grandma again. Soon she will understand that she is on the cusp of becoming a woman and she is about to leave behind many of the little girl frivolities, and places and people whom she loves – not just her grandma. And, in the end, she will understand that she MUST leave them so that she can fully embrace the freedoms and carnal joys of womanhood. Yearning for the sinful pleasures of the Wolf, Little Red Riding Hood will forever wonder: was it all a dream and the wolf and his forbidden temptations but a metaphor for the dangers, uncertainty and pleasures that surely await her on her impending, fearful, yet promising journey? But if a dream it was, Oh what a dream it was! – one whose guilty pleasures Little Red Riding Hood will try to recapture for all the rest of her days.