The Truth About Wolfie and Little Red - Sex Stories

The Truth About Wolfie and Little Red

... her hands to mine for reassurance and told me again, “Come on wolfie, just tell me. What is it that you want?” “I . . . I . . .” “Out with it wolfie. Tell me! It can’t be that bad. Tell me now.” I f***ed the words. “I . . . I . . .” I paused for breath. “I . . . I . . . I just want to . . . I just want to . . . I want to sniff your butt.” I couldn’t believe I had actually said the words—“sniff your butt”. She rocked back and laughed to the ceiling. “You what?!?” she cried. “What did you say?! Say it again! Say it!” There was no sense denying what I had said and she hadn’t run away. “I . . . I just want to . . . sniff your butt.” Again she laughed heartily before looking at me. “You want to sniff my butt? You stalked me for a week because you want to sniff my butt?” I nodded with chagrin and embarrassment and humiliation. My eyes were cast to the floor. “Crazy! You do all of this just because you want to sniff my butt. That’s hilarious!” I had been laughed at in the den. They hadn’t laughed at me because I was a buttsniffer because, if you know anything about canine, we're all buttsniffers. Instead, they had laughed at me because I wanted to sniff aGIRL'S butt. To them, I should not be crave sniffing a girl's butt over those of our own females. It is much like a human would feel if a little girl said she wanted to sniff a wolf’s butt. See what I mean? “Awwww now wolfie, I never thought about that. Of course you're a buttsniffer. That is natural. Now I understand and now I ...

... believe you when you say that is all you want to do. So, I’ll tell you what . . . “ My hope flourished. “Wh . . .What?” I asked. “If you promise to let me go and you make me sure that my grandma is safe, I will let you.” “Let me?” “Yes.” “Let me what?” “Silly wolfie. I will let you sniff my butt. Okay? Is it a deal? You promise me those things and I will let you sniff my butt for twenty minutes. Deal?” I was beside myself with elation. I was fully embarrassed by my confession to her and even more would I be embarrassed actually doing it, but dammmmm, I had craved Little Red Riding Hood's butt for so long and she had actually agreed to it! “Yes!” I declared. “And, your grandma is safe.” “How can I be sure? “Hear that buzzing sound in the back room?” “Oh yeah. Figures. Okay then, how do you want to do it?” I had her get on all fours at the edge of grandma’s bed, then drop to her elbows and knees. I knelt behind her and she tugged her thin dress up to her waist and exposed her tight little butt with those thin little panties. “Do it wolfie. You have twenty minutes.” I couldn’t believe it. There it was, right in front of my face! That cute little butt I had lusted for from the bushes for a week. It was right in front of me! I was shaking. I moved my face forward. I put my nose to the very center of my greatest quest. I held it there without breathing. I couldn’t believe I had my face in Little Red Riding Hood's ass. I wanted to savor and anticipate. I held my breath. I built my ...