The Truth About Wolfie and Little Red - Sex Stories

The Truth About Wolfie and Little Red

... Crawford, leaped from the bed, and struck a most dramatic swashbuckling pose. I grabbed her and her basket flew in all directions. I braced her close to me and said, “Yes Missy, I could eat you. I could eat you and be done with it. That is what they will say I tried to do anyway.” Her trembling caused me to calm with compassion. I continued, “But, well . . . I . . .. well . . . I . . . I can't really go through with this script.” She squealed and struggled against my grip but I held her in place. Her little butt grazed across my crotch in the struggle and I stopped. I asked her to stop as well and she did while asking, &#034Why? What's up?&#034 I told her I needed to think for a minute. Did I want to buttfuck her, I wondered in silence? But . . . nawwwwwww. Not my kind of thing. &#034Okay, we can continue now.&#034 &#034Ah, okay good,&#034 she said her body getting back into twisting and struggling. She pleaded, “No! No! I don’t want you to eat me. Let me go. Let me go!” she cried. “There must be something I can do! Why have you grabbed me? What do you want? Do you want to buttfuck me?” “Now, now Missy,” I soothed. “Please don't get yourself all up in a tight wedgie. That is not in my plan.” She expressed relief and I released some of the hold I had on her to make it more, you know, comfortable for her. &#034Then what do you want? There must be something.&#034 “Hm,” I began, “well, maybe there is . . . is something but I . . . I . . . well, now that I’ve gotten this far, ...

... it’s a little hard to talk about.” A tear traced down my cheek and when she saw it, she seemed concerned. “Now, now wolfie,” she said, “you don’t need to be sullen. I’m sure it’s not that bad.” I whimpered but the thoughts of my prior torment in the wolves den and the ridicule I had endured pressed hard on my emotions and another tear escaped my eyes. “It’s just . . . well . . .I . . . I can’t hardly even say the words.” “Look,” she countered, “we'll never get to Chapter Three if you don't speak up! What do you want? No one will know not even if it's bad-bad. And, you will feel better and I will be free. What is it that you want so much that you have been following me for days?” Days? She knew? Did she also know that I had been checking our her butt? Before I could answer she asked, &#034Bye-the-way, what did you do with grandma?” “Gave her some smokes and a vibrator.” “Ah. Okay.” Her face squinched then returned to normal. &#034Well okay then, out with it. Let’s get this thing done.” “It’s . . . It’s . . . I can't bring myself to say the words.” “You don’t want to **** me, do you?” My head shook with vigor. “You don’t want a hummer, do you?” I held up my hand for another break. Her eyes rolled. When her foot began tapping the wooden floor I shook my head but asked if we could come back to that another day. “What-evvvvver!” she sighed. Then, I realized that Chapter Three was soon upon us and it would bring the lumberjacks with their big axes. I could wait no longer. She pressed ...