by KnottLynnHardy
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After the amazing adventure in the mountains Trish discovered she had a sexual abandon she had never realized. Wild insane sex like that was almost all she could think about. She struggled to find a way to match or even top it in her erotic imagination and she came up short.
Then Halloween approached and her spirits lifted. This was a great time of year for her. She shopped and found the perfect outfit. Then she decided on a strategy.
On Halloween Trish put on her minimal outfit and a mental cloak of amusement. Going as little Red Riding Hood she wore a long scarlet cape that came down to mid-thigh had a large hood and slits where her arms could come out when it was closed. It had wooden toggles down the front to button it, and a scarlet satin lining that brushed seductively across her skin. On her feet she wore simple red heels and lacy socks with large frills at the ankle. She anticipated walking a lot tonight.
She wore absolutely nothing under the cape.
Spending hours on her make-up she gave herself an impeccable look of innocence and porcelain perfection. False lashes, white highlights around her eyes and a touch of blue eye shadow to really pop her eyes out; a pale base to make her skin look like it glowed, with a blush blended to look as much like a healthy girl's glow as possible. Light rose lipstick gave her lips a luscious quality that looked natural and delectable.
Her hair she curled in bouncy kewpie doll ringlets, and sprayed them in place.
Any wolf would be unable to stop himself from gobbling her up.
Now she just had to go find a wolf.
Tonight's self imposed restraint was to find someone dressed as a big bad wolf of some sort, and let him have her innocence. The parable made real.
Trish drove around the near the University area looking for a house party that she could crash. It was chilly outside and people were covered up as they entered homes, but still Trish could see a lot of costumes out on the late night streets.
The first party she saw she parked as close as she could and made her way up to the house through the dusting of snow on the walk. Cold gusts of air snuck under the edge of her cloak brushing her sex and her bum, giving her goosebumps, her bare legs tingled as the heat fled from them.
Inside the air was humid and warm, and the living room was packed with people dancing to blasting music. Creatures of all sorts paraded across her view. Aliens, monsters, characters from movies and books, and a large representation of professions done in the "Slut" mode: Slutty firefighter, slutty cop, and slutty cowgirl. For once Trish was not the one showing the most skin, but even so she drew attention, her face so perfect and her demeanor focused.
Yet this party had no wolf for her Red Riding Hood.
Soon she was gone, having wandered through the top floor of the house in a few minutes.
The same results in the next house. There had been a man dressed as a famous cartoon dog, but it was too early to lower her standards yet.
At the forth house Trish found her Wolf. The Big Bad Wolf, and he was certainly on the prowl for a sweet morsel.
They spotted each other almost as soon as she came in; he was in the hall that the front door opened on, and when she closed the door on the cold behind her he turned to see who had come in.
The costume he wore was a simple plastic snout with large furry ears on a headband across the top of his head, he had a furry muscle suit of some sort to beef him up, with a torn dress shirt stretched over it and buttoned to mid chest. The pants were just simple brown slacks, but they had been cut off at the knee to show his hairy legs and feet in sneakers with no socks. He had painted his face to look furry and put black lipstick on.
And in case anyone missed it, he had Big Bad Wolf written on cardboard on his back.
A large lupine smile spread across his face at the sight of her. Trish smiled back, pleased at his reaction, but she quickly switched to timid little girl behavior and looked down shyly.
Taking a few tentative steps down the hall she glanced into the living room to see more dancing bodies, with the same sort of collection of creatures writhing about to the music.
"Well you must be little Red Riding Hood." Said a husky voice at her ear. "Can I see your goodies?"
Turning to look up at him from under her lashes, and moving a step away, Trish clutched her hands in front of herself, and said, " I'm not suppose to let anyone see my goodies."
The Wolf grinned slyly at her.
"Aw you can let me see. I won't tell anybody."
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers in the woods."
"Do you always do what you're told?"
"I try to, but sometimes I'm a bad little girl."
"Oh no!"
"I can't help it! I do try so hard to be good, but..."
"But..."
Trish looked up and held his gaze, "But being bad is so much fun."
She then skipped off into the dancing crowd and began to join in with the twirling mass of bodies.
Lifting her arms up, Trish could feel the satin lining of her cloak slide up and up over her thighs showing off her legs. The slits cut in the cape for the arms were low, just above the waist, to allow access out from the elbow down. When she lifted her arms up most of the cape had to lift to accommodate. If she lifted her arms all the way over her head, the cloak would raise above her waist, revealing her nudity. She had practiced how high she could go in the mirror at home.
Twirling around on the dance floor to Lady Gaga's Poker Face, Trish did a seductive dance letting the cape lift and fall with her serpentine arm movements. Spinning and swaying she twirled the cape out and away from her body, the hood catching air and lifting high, her ringlets bouncing around her head in a flaxen cascade.
Expecting the Wolf to follow her so she could tease him on the dance floor, Trish was disappointed to not see him near her. As she danced she glanced around trying to spot him. When she did see him he was beside the D.J at his table saying something into the man's ear.
The DJ leaned over to his laptop and mixed in a Daf Punk song which got a cheer from the dancers, then began looking for something on his screen.
Confident that her Wolf was not going to stop the hunt so quickly Trish allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure of dancing, giving in to the beat and the electronic voice singing to her.
As people around Trish began to notice her dancing, they unconsciously backed off a little to give her room. The fluidity of her movements, and the grace with which she danced caught the eye of anyone who glimpsed her through the teeming mass.
Fully in her own world now, Trish was barely aware of the attention she was getting, it gave her a thrill knowing she had an audience and she gave herself over to the performance, as limited as it was by space, and the restrictions of her cloak. The Wolf was the one she wanted to let see her naked first, not this crowd.
Then the music faded and a recorded howl filled the room.
A guitar played a descending eerie scale, and the singer said;
"Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood."
The crowd laughed at the song choice and looked at Trish. She turned to the table where the DJ was set up just as her Big Bad Wolf prowled onto the dance floor.
Lip synching the song the Wolf stalked her, the crowd parting for the performance.
"Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want."
Walking in rhythm to the slow beat of the song the Wolf approached her. Trish played scared and looked around for escape. With the end of the verse the Wolf was right beside her and she darted past him to the open space behind him.
Reaching out he grabbed her arm.
"Listen to me."
Spinning her around he sang to her;
"Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone."
Really playing it up he looked around at the imaginary woods and Trish peered fearfully at the places he was looking, the crowd was grinning at the display.
The Wolf howled, both the real one and the recorded one, and the tempo changed, Trish began to dance a writhing, rippling movement simulating her fear, her feet planted in one spot as the Wolf circled her lip synching the chorus.
"What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.
What full lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe."
The tempo returned to the slower more tense beat and Trish stopped dancing, returning to her scared girl act. The Wolf offered her his arm as he "sang";
"I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone."
They circled the now empty dance floor and performed for the whole party.
"Owoooooooo!"
With this howl Trish shivered, and clung to his arm.
"Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't"
The Wolf spun her toward him, grabbing both her arms and moving in close, then as he howled he threw himself away from her.
Owoooooooo!"
Now he moved away from her and Trish stalked him as the chorus returned the faster beat, Trish reached up and began to undo the top button of her cloak, and cheers erupted from the crowd, both men and women.
"What a big heart I have-the better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good.
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side.
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place."
By the time the song returned to the verse Trish had undone three of her buttons, leaving only two more and her movements opened the cape enough to reveal that she didn't have anything on up top. Flashes of skin drew more howls from the crowd.
"Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.
Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?"
Stalking the Wolf around the circle of onlookers Trish undid the last two buttons and as the howl happened she opened her cloak wide flashing her would be lover and the people on that side of the circle. The Wolf rushed inside the crimson embrace and Trish closed the cape behind him as he hugged her.
The crowd burst into cheers and applause and the DJ played a remix of Duran Duran's Hungry Like the Wolf to more cheers.
Beneath the cape the Wolf pressed himself against her and moved with the music, he rested his hands lightly on her back. Shy at first.
"That was excellent. Thanks for playing along."
Pulling back her head so she could see his face Trish looked up at him with her eyes as wide as possible and said, "My, what big eyes you have."
"All the better to see you with my sweet. And I like what I see." He smiled his best Wolfie smile." What's your name?"
"My, what a big mouth you have." She said with a little heat on it."
"Okay, I get it. All the better to eat you with my delectable morsel."
Now placated Trish said, "And, oh my, what big hands you have."
"All the better to hold you with." And the Wolf began to run his hands all over her back, massaging her muscles and pulling her closer to him. Pressing her breasts against his fur-covered chest Trish rubbed her naked flesh up and down him. The Wolf found her ass and began to squeeze her cheeks as she moaned up into his ear.
Arms encircling his shoulders Trish held the cape around them as they danced and the Wolf groped her under the cover of her cloak, which just barely covered her ass and his busy hands.
"Oh my, what long fingers you have." She whispered into his ear, and on cue the Wolf slid one hand around to her front and began to slide a digit up and down her slippery groove.
"All the better to feel you with." His voice breathed into her ear. Sighing her approval Trish took a wider stance allow him deeper access. Now his finger dipped inside her slot, and curled around seeking her g-spot. When he rubbed Trish shuddered with titillation. It had been so long since she'd had a man touch her.
Tilting her head to the side a bit Trish opened her mouth and the Wolf kissed her, his prosthetic nose getting in the way on the first try. Their tongues slipping around each other the two kissed in the middle of the floor, while the Wolf's fingers groped and prodded her.
As the song ended Trish's legs were trembling with passion, her clit tingling with desire as the Wolf's palm pressed against it while probing her depths. His mouth tasted like beer, and mint, and a hint of the waxy taste of his make-up as she licked the paint off his lips.
The Wolf's other hand now came around from her back and began to knead her breasts, first one then the other; all the while he devoured her face, kissing her everywhere as his passion began to overwhelm him.
Breathless Trish held his shoulders and enjoyed the onslaught of his hands and mouth. No-one could see exactly what was happening under her cloak, but Trish was sure they knew what was going on, and it made her shiver with lust. Would he have the courage to fuck her right here in front of all these people? Did she really want that?
The first tingles of an orgasm answered for her. Yes, she did want that, the thought made her clench in anticipation of the orgasm that would give her.
Feeling trapped by the cloak she was holding around them, Trish wanted desperately to reach down and caress his cock, but she wasn't sure she should in case these were all his friends.
People were starting to watch them, their mounting passion clearly evident. Through half closed eyes Trish watched fingers pointing and faces looking shocked. Giving herself over to her wildest impulse Trish let the cloak fall from her grip on the right side, and lowered her arm to his crotch. Exposed now to a group of people on that side of the room, the Wolf's hands plucked at her aching nipple and prodded her between the legs. Rubbing the length of his shaft with her hand Trish watched the reactions of the crowd around them. Grins, shock, and blushes flashed across the faces arrayed around them. Feeling herself slipping over the precipice of her passion Trish tingled at the thrill of being seen in the imminent throws of climax.
Turning her head to the other side of his, as he kissed her neck, Trish looked to see what the rest of the room was doing. Not as many people were watching on that side, but enough had noticed something going on that she felt another shiver of lust. Men were trying to edge around to the open side of her cloak, to see what was happening. Women stood rigid, curious and appalled seemingly in equal measure.
Beyond the point of resisting Trish dropped her other arm and threw back the cape to show any who cared to look her nakedness, the fingers bringing her to fulfillment, and her hand groping his manhood.
The Wolf couldn't help but notice the heat change, the light change, and the sounds of voices stopping. Looking up from her neck he took in what was happening. And when a few guys cheered him on, the Wolf threw back his head and howled.
Now the whole dance floor was watching, no one moved as the Wolf's nimble fingers brought Trish to orgasm. Reaching up to brace herself against his chest Trish trembled as her body surged with release. Thighs gripping his hand, holding him inside her, Trish bucked against him rubbing her clit on his palm, driving his finger deeper. This was her first orgasm in over a month. Mouth open in silent joy, she juddered and heaved as her orgasm inundated her senses.
All those eyes, so many disapproving, Trish felt totally exposed in a way she never had before and Trish loved it. Letting her arm fall from his hard on, and out of the opening of her cloak Trish further exposed herself as the cape fell from her shoulder. Now her back and ass were in view as well, her cheeks clenching and unclenching as her orgasm made her shudder with release.
By the time she was done, and had collapsed against her partner Trish was ready to do anything.
A man dressed as a construction worked approached the couple. Reached out he lifted Trish's cape and put it around her, the Wolf stepped back pulling his hand from her gripping thighs.
The construction worker ignored the random boos from the gathered crowd and shouted over the music. "Okay guys, I think you'd better leave."
Panting Trish looked up at him from beneath her lowered eyelids, "Are you the Woodsman come to save me?"
"No I'm the host and I don't want to upset the crowd."
"They don't look upset to me." Said the Wolf.
"Dude what are you gonna do? Fuck her right here?"
Both men turned to Trish to gauge her reaction to that question.
"My, what a big crowd you have." She said.
The two men gaped at her, not sure what to make of that statement.
Trish looked at the Wolf and repeated herself. "My. What a big crowd you have."
Hesitantly he replied, "All the better to show you to?"
Trish smiled at both of them in turn.
The crowd was pushing closer trying to hear what was being said, and trying to glimpse the naked girl. The faces were mostly men, but not exclusively.
Reaching one furry paw up to her cloak the Wolf took the hood in his hands and pulled it up and away from her body, Trish did a pirouette and removed her remaining arm from the sleeve hole and stood exposed before the crowd.
Looking at the Construction worker, she said "My what a wet pussy I have."
The Wolf snarled, "All the better to taste!"
Dropping to his knees the Wolf nuzzled his mouth against her folds and began to lick her, his rubber nose pressed against her button. Reaching out her arm Trish clutched at the Construction Worker's shoulder to steady herself.
The crowd cheered yet again, mad with lust at seeing this gorgeous woman with her pussy being licked. Lifting a leg over his back Trish ground her cunt onto the Wolf's tongue, her chest heaving with passion, nipples hard and up thrust.
People in the back fought their way closer trying to see what was going on, Trish leaned back against the pressing bodies and after a moment hands began to grope her, caressing her breasts and buttocks.
Then unexpectedly they lifted her up to shoulder height, and she was crowd surfing. The Wolf rose to the new height and buried his face between her legs again, his rubber nose pulled down around his neck.
Many hands pulled her limbs wide apart as they fondled and squeezed her flesh. Spread eagle, pulled in every direction on a rack of pleasure Trish cried out with joy as hands tugged on her, pinching her, prodding her, and caressing her. The contrast of the lapping tongue licking her and the pinching, groping hands was wonderful. Pleasure and pain, both. Trish was in heaven.
"Put her down." The Wolf demanded, and Trish was lowered back to the wooden floor. Still spread before their collective gaze Trish quivered with apprehension and excitement.
The Wolf lowered himself between her legs and she saw that his cock was out of his fly. The head was aimed at her opening, and voices began to roar with approval. Placing himself at her juncture the Wolf leered down at her and Trish looked up, glazed with lust, her make-up smeared across her face, marred with the dark strokes of his black lipped kisses.
Then he impaled her with his tool, Trish cried out her pleasure and the crowd erupted. Trish was tight after so long with no sex, and the Wolf's thrusts left her gasping as her pussy tried to accommodate his girth.
Hunched over her like a dog, her lover humped her feverishly, driving himself inside her with shallow rapid plunges. His intensity was far more stimulating that the physical feeling, but even that was arousing in its ardor.
Men and women crouched down next to her, fondling her. Trish's arms were flung out from her body allowing access to her tits. Her legs were lifted over the Wolf's hips urging him deeper inside her hole.
A small woman dress as a cat, in a black leotard with painted on whiskers, leaned over and kissed Trish on the mouth. The woman's mouth tasted of some sort of fruity alcohol and Trish was seized with a desire to be consumed by this woman. Too aroused to miss a thing Trish held her eyes open taking in the face of this attractive young lady.
Next the cat moved down Trish's neck kissing and licking her. The woman moved someone's hand off of Trish's left breast and replaced it with her tongue, licking the nipple.
Rocking with the pounding she was receiving Trish watched her kitty lick and slurp her way down Trish's belly. Hands groped her body everywhere, and Trish was shivering with approaching climax again.
All at once Trish felt her hand lifted and wrapped around a cock. Immediately Trish began to tug and massage the shaft in her hand.
Looking down the body of her feline friend, Trish saw hands cupping the Cat's full spandex covered bosom. Other hands soon began to grope the Cat's uplifted ass.
When Trish's other hand was lifted up to cup a panty-covered groin she turned her head that way and beheld a woman on her knees in a school girl outfit, a man dressed as Harry Potter was suckling her exposed breasts and it was he who had lifted Trish's hand to fondle the school girl's crotch. Slipping her fingers under the girl's panties Trish poked a finger inside, curling her finger back to tickle the inner wall.
It was impossible for Trish to keep focus on all the things happening to her body, the pleasure seemed endless.
Then the Wolf pulling his spurting cock out of her depths snagged her attention, and he began spraying her belly with his sperm. Looking down herself Trish saw splashes of cum landing on her stomach and on the cheek of the Cat woman. Very close to her own climax Trish watched the ropes of jism spew over her and the other girl. Pinned to the floor by the Wolf's weight, and the many hands on her Trish was helpless and when the Cat began to lick semen off Trish's belly, lapping the offered milk from the bowl of her belly button, Trish slipped over the edge of bliss and exploded with a gush of her own passion.
Forcing herself to keep her eyes open Trish felt spasms of pleasure ripple through her frame. Fingers pulled on her nipples and her pussy was clenching, as first her belly and then mons were licked clean of cream by a lusty Cat. Meanwhile her hands were alternately filled with the sex of others; Trish was in a hedonistic heaven.
Just as she was coming down from her climax Trish watched the Cat finish lapping up the last smear of spunk and crawl under the Wolf placing her mouth on Trish's opening. When those lips pressed against her slit Trish went off on another explosive, nerve shattering ride.
She felt her hands fall away from the groins she was fondling. Her legs convulsed opening and closing, her pelvis lifting to accept more of the tongue licking her. Trish quivered under the tongue buried between her folds. Ripples of pleasure shuddered through her frame and Trish locked eyes with the Wolf as he sat back on his haunches near her feet.
Around them couples groped and fondled each other while watching the goings on of braver people near Trish. Men outnumbered the women, not surprisingly, but still Trish could see women getting in on the action all around her. Turning her face to the side in a valley between orgasmic eruptions Trish saw the schoolgirl being fingered by Harry Potter her panties pushed aside, her breasts still bare while he kissed her.
The Cat Lady stopped licking Trish and relief flooded her as she relaxed from her climax. Looking down she saw that the Cat had been distracted as a man in a Demon Costume had unzipped her suit and was reaching inside to feel the flesh of her tits.
This party had turned into an orgy. Everywhere Trish looked some form of passion was being played out. Mouths met in feverish kisses, hands groped pliant flesh, hips bucked and the couples were starting to have intercourse. The Cat had taken the cock of the Demon out and was suckling it now, her costume pulled down around her hips exposing her breasts.
Trish once more met the eyes of her Wolf and saw that he was watching only her. Disentangling herself from the couple at her feet Trish got on hands and knees and reached through the writhing mass of bodies, many of them still trying to fondle her, and she latched onto her cloak. Tugging it out from under feet and knees she retrieved it and clutched it to her body.
Then she forced her way through the forest of grasping hands and entreating voices to the door. Looking back she took in the heaving mass of slowly disrobing humanity, the Cat and Demon now fucking in the space she had vacated, Harry Potter slurping the slit of the school girl and many others, the Construction Worker, included engaging in various acts of intimacy.
Then Trish looked for her Wolf. He was staring at her avidly. Trish twirled her cape around her shoulders, leaving the front open and she began to look around with a frightened-little-girl-innocence once more. Then she pretended to see the Wolf and she let out a little "eep" of fear and stumbled to the door, hoping he would follow.
The last sight she had of the room was the DJ at his turntables mixing a song, a remix of George Michaels' I Want Your Sex, as a Raggedy Ann Doll gobbled his cock.
Then she was out in the cold night looking for some woods to run to.
Before she reached the street she heard the Wolf come out after her. Turning to look back at him, her cloak still open, showing him her body, Trish squealed her most girly squeal and tottered off on wobbly legs toward the end of the block where a small park had a copse of trees, her best setting for the next chapter of her Red Riding Hood story.
The Wolf was gaining too quickly, so Trish began to actually run along the snowy sidewalk while her cloak billowed out behind her flashing her ass as she sped along. When she reached the park, she plunged off the path toward the trees, the Wolf close behind her. When she reached the cover of the trees Trish allowed herself to fall forward onto her hands and knees, the hard, cold ground unyielding on her naked skin. The Wolf was on her instantly his hands reaching around her, holding her close to him.
"Oh you animal!" Trish hissed. "You big hairy beast!" Struggling against his grip Trish was sure to thrust her ass out pressing herself to his groin, trying to give him the right idea. "You brute! You vicious monster! You cruel, violent beast!" Trish tried to indicate how this was to go. Wiggling she spread her legs wide, her knees scraped on the harsh ground, only one hand fighting his grip while the other braced keeping them both upright.
The wolf pulled her cloak off exposing her to the cold air, bunching it up, the thrust it into the space under her chest covering the ground there. Then with one hand on her neck and one hand holding her conveniently captured wrists he forced her head lower onto the cloak.
He leaned his weight forward onto her and released her neck, his breathing harsh in her ear. The night was quiet except the distant thump of the music from the party and the rasp of both of their laboured breathing as the struggle intensified.
Trish bucked up against him keeping the illusion of a fight going, while her hands fought only enough to keep his grip tight on her wrists. The hand that had released her neck now came around to her face and took a piece of her cloak and forced it into her mouth gagging her.
Now Trish grunted and cried out just loud enough to make this risky, but not very loud. Still leaning all his weight down on her, pinning her to the ground, the Wolf reached both hands around then pulled her arms apart and around to her back. There he captured both writs in his right hand, once more forcing her face down into the cloak.
She could feel the Wolf fumbling around trying to release his prick and she struggled less to help him. Then at last she felt his cock head press against her vulva. Resuming her struggles Trish bucked and squealed into the material in her mouth.
Pressing down on her back with his weight and the arms pinned there the Wolf fought her, meeting her resistance with a relentless will. Squishing her down onto the cold earth he forced her legs wider, making her hips hurt as he bore down on her. Then when she could barely breathe from the pressure pushing her down, she felt his manhood stabbing around at her juncture. Unable to move now, Trish felt him drive into her tightness, his tool splitting her wide open.
Only a few minutes had gone by since he was last thrusting inside of her, but now the game was entirely different and exciting. Being ravished out in the woods was far more what her perverted mind had wanted when she conceived of this Halloween adventure.
The Wolf took her forcefully, using her, molesting her. His right hand pinning her arms, twisting them slowly up her back making her shoulders ache, his left hand leaning on her buttocks pinning her beneath him as he drove himself into her.
As the Wolf violated Little Red Riding Hood's innocents Trish felt the onrush of an orgasm flooding her cunt with even more moisture. Yet Trish refused to allow herself to cum until the wolf did. And he had spent himself only moments before.
Holding off her pleasure at being so abused Trish pretended to struggle some more, trying to make him be even more aggressive, but trying not to distract him from his own pleasure.
Wolf leaned forward some more and placed his left hand on her head, Trish quickly turned her face to the side, as he leaned down putting weight on her head restricting her even more.
The furious onslaught grew more impassioned as the Wolf rammed himself powerfully into her pinned body. Trish bit down on the cloak, her breath rushing in and out of her nose, wounded grunts seeped out of her throat with each plunge of his prong.
The onslaught went on and on, as Trish fought not to cum, her body trembling with cold and effort. The chill air made her exposed skin tingle and the effort of withstanding his onslaught brought a sheen of quickly cooled sweat to her skin.
Finally the Wolf released her arms and both of his hands gripped her hips and pulled her back onto his waiting cock, manhandling her like a toy. Tossing her back and forth, he dominated her so fully that she was merely a vessel for his pleasure.
The slap of his belly against her ass echoed around the park lewdly and her moans as he impaled her on his meat became louder as she grew closer and closer to losing her ability to wait for his orgasm. Trish felt hollow, a tube being repeatedly filled with rigid meat. The only thing she could focus on was the pummeling her pussy was taking from his endless stabbing.
Just as her climax threatened to rip her consciousness away she felt him unload his sperm inside her cranny, and light filled her brain while spooge filled her hole. Heat and cold numbed her nerves, a war of sensations. The fire inside her pussy swallowed his seed while her skin grew numb from the cold. Needle like pricks covered her chilled flesh and the Wolf began to pull her hair as he used her curled locks as reins to control the bucking creature bouncing around beneath him.
Gasping for air Trish felt wave after wave of orgasm ravage her body, even after she felt the Wolf fall down beside her. Lying on her stomach twitching Trish felt the random pulse of mini orgasms shudder along her nerves, her mouth producing mewling noises without her will.
The wolf curled himself around her giving her some reprieve from the bite of the winter air, and Trish curled herself into a small package in his embrace.
"You are one crazy, sexy chick." He whispered.
"All the better to pleasure you with." She stammered, trembling against him. He chuckled.
Trish felt warmth slowly spreading from where he held her, and the ache of her abused slit thrummed satisfyingly between her quivering legs.
"Will you tell me you name?" The Wolf asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"Little Red Riding Hood." She whispered, a note of apology in her voice.
"Ah." Acceptance.
The steamy plume of his breath moved past her face in visible gusts and Trish began to feel a little sad. She knew he would revisit this night in his masturbatory fantasies for the rest of his life, but still it seemed a cruel thing to use him like this, to take him so far and not go with him the rest of the way.
With that in mind she began to gather herself and she climbed to her feet, disengaging from his warmth.
"Are you going back to the party?" He asked.
"I have to get to Grandma's house." She said, looking him in the eye and letting him see she wasn't trying to be mean, just separate.
Standing before him as he sat on the ground, his penis trying to crawl back into his pants, Trish gave him one last view of her body then covered herself with the cloak. Then she trudged back through the snow to the street. Behind her she heard the wolf emerge from the trees, and as she tottered on wobbly legs toward her car, she heard him howl one long mournful note into the chill winter sky.
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