Title: Not so bad
Fandom: Little Red Riding Hood
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic ( Come on? But it should be? ), comedian, nonsense
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters: Red Riding Hood Wolf
Notes: Sixth, and Sixth say oneshot for p0rnfest # 4 seems to me that this year swallowed as if by magic! So, ok, I admit that I got caught by the hand absolute perversion. Yes, I chose to write a story about LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. Shoot me, please. Yes, of course, I revisited my way, and for those who know me this is synonymous with delirium ... What is delirium! For prompt "Ambush" , here is a story that I hope for nothing party tear you a chuckle as he did with me to write it!;)
If it were not for grandma, ah, if there was you ...
not so bad
Little Red Riding Hood did not have a good hand. In fact, you could just say we had bad .
First, Riding Hood Red-blooded hit anyone who said that she was a girl. He was not a girl, and if he ran, was also prepared to loose a studded belt and show its virilissime thanks to the world.
They called him in that ridiculous way to being a cape that her mother's unfortunate that he had worn throughout the period of primary school, setting off the hilarity of every other child in the country, and since that country was practically a hole in Within a month everyone had known he was Little Red Riding Hood. Even now that he had played twenty years that name appears as an echo. Promptly followed by the sound of that punch Francis, that was his real name, pulled the victim spreading it in one go, just to be clear in the concept.
One day Riding Hood ... Francis was sent by his mother, and thankfully it had now stopped buying flashy clothes or the boy would not have thought twice to give him the sack, to grandmother's house.
Now, the grandmother's house was a subspecies of the six-star cottage, lost in the thick of a fucking forest littered with toxic, pedophiles and people of dubious nature. Possible that the grandmother had not found any better time to invest in bricks and mortar?
But above all, possible that the grandmother did not have a cock in her caregivers the expense, instead of abusing a poor nephew metalhead and bad temper?
Apparently not.
So Francis took the bag the expenditure was really into everything from tuna and olives, from pasta to chocolate, from cream to bread, and when the hoisted on his shoulder, took a bit 'to find balance, but for someone who' s had mistaken for a trucking?
He walked down the path, not before he had drawn a powerful kick in the genitals usual asshole that had greeted him with: "Hello Little Red Riding Hood." Perhaps it would do so again. But surely with a lovely falsetto voice.
The forest was worse than what he remembered. A cluster of leaves, logs, twigs, needles thrown everywhere, baskets not emptied, and strange cries of unknown origin that moved the air, even the birds seemed to be drugged, they stood on the branches of trees to chirp airs of Green Day and My Chemical Romance .
Francis, not to get bored, put on the headphones' s I-pod in my ears and went on his way, the day was beautiful, the weather had put the sun all week, there was a nice warm hot , and it seemed that there was no pain in the ass around. Seemed.
He advanced quietly, walking for hours, had heard the work omnia Metallica now, he was tired, feet and shoulders were starting to hurt seriously, through a forest with amphibians was perhaps not the most comfortable, but at least saved him from accidentally taking AIDS.
snorted making power and do not stop, stramaledettissima grandmother's house every fucking time it seemed more distant, but was moved further away each week?!
It was already dusk when passing a stone in the ground under an arch formed by many branches of gnarled trees, twisted, when the last song of the atrocious, leave alone nel silenzio della fitta boscaglia. Che non rimase silenziosa per molto.
Francis si guardò un po’ intorno, e all’improvviso venne semplicemente aggredito dal lupo, che lo sbatté a terra di peso salendogli sopra.
<< E che cazzo! >> sbottò educatamente il ragazzo.
<< Grazie, aspetta di vederlo e non saprai più cosa dire. >> rispose il lupo.
Il lupo, che non era un vero lupo. In quel paese avevano la mania di dare nomi del cazzo a chiunque.
Il lupo di nome faceva Diego, era alto, dai capelli biondi ossigenati e gli occhi blu, era uno with a physicist who turned the head to even the inconsolable widows who consoled his thought, must have no more than thirty years, and he looked twenty-five, and Wolf was called because a child had adopted a wolf true, and used it as a watchdog. And attack, just to keep him in training.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What are you doing, I tend to lie in wait?! >> Protested Francis, who was consoled by the thought of Diego like the inconsolable widows, but would never have accepted, if not after seven or eight beers.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are in my territory, honey, reduce my living space. >> Replied the other with a bewitching smile.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Fuck. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We'll go soon. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, I have to go by her grandmother! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Again?! >> The wolf sighed Diego \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Have not you ever come here to me? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have come to one that holds out the ambushes? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My intention was to make you come to a otherwise. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... Stop it! >> Exclaimed, his face turning red as the cloak that he had buried in the garden.
Diego laughed, now evening fell, warm and dark, lit by some distant streetlight, hidden and groans rose tone, howl and talk human animals, the forest at night became a large brothel.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not like. >> Francis said, lying on the ground between the grass and knew that the maps used marijuana.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not true. >> Diego smiled sitting on his dock \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Below I hear someone does not agree with your words. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I am not responsible for what they think the body parts that are not under my jurisdiction. >>
Diego watched him for several minutes without saying anything.
Then he fell on him, kissing him, shoving his tongue in her mouth without any fuss, and going to check with one hand between the thighs of the boy, just be sure not to be mistaken.
Francis gasped between her lips clinging to his shoulders.
No, he was wrong at all. He and Diego
engaging in a sexual intercourse oral turned out to infinity, lascivious and sensual, the language of the boy let himself very easily corrupted by the flattery, he allowed, he masturbated and rubbed against one another, smoothed the palate, Diego sucked it to him as if was trying to explain an allusion to something else. Well, he knew very well suck. They split
breathless, Francis completely coated on the ground and dreamy eyes, Diego watching him stroking his hair blacks, licking a bit 'all over the world.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ok ... Now I should ... go ... >> Mumbled Francis glancing at the bag lying neatly a few yards from them, blame the impetus of the attack.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why not? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No.>> Diego's smile widened, became eager to be charming, and Francis awoke in a certain appreciation for what \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Stay a bit 'with me. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I should ... >>
Diego kissed him again, but this time did not stop there. With your fingers one by one opened the buttons of his black jacket of the boy, pushed it open and put his hands under her shirt, red as it happens, starting to feel the abdomen to the chest, pausing for an eternal time on her nipples, tickling, stimulating, cuddling and torture.
Francis was literally dying in the meantime by chills, not those to the cold, no shivers of pleasure that ran hot along the spine, who were shaking with each breath stifled, that they were doing quite forget her grandmother replaced the image of that great cool that was Diego. And that they were creating a dramatic effect in in his leather pants making them uncomfortably tight.
Diego saw it, they do not notice, licked his lips one last time to crop a feline smile, and a wolf was already a rather disturbing, and it deals with purifying quell'impiccio, the unbuckled a studded belt, lowered his zip, and you put a hot hand that took away the breath of another Francis, who arched his back, bless the old woman who had had to be taken hostage.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh ... >> Gasped with eyes closed \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Oh ... >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh. >> Diego replied, whispering close to his ear \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now it comes. >> Diego
bit him as he penetrated, Francis moaned his name, or at least hoped to have caught the right one with all the traffic hormone in his head, planting the nail in the hips and spreading her legs, it would take a few seconds to get used to the massive presence , and when we found out he could have a particular fondness for things hard and long. And was thinking about the winter, all .
Diego growled between his teeth, giving the first push, which was followed by a second, third, to stop counting, Francis followed that pace without understanding anything of it, but he liked, he liked to own that ran inside him, he went back and forth, deeper and deeper, until it feel full, swollen, tense until it blush of pleasure to him to want to cry again and again, to go higher ; fast, making the happiness of Diego and also all the various voyeur hidden behind the bushes of raspberries.
tried to resist but felt that beyond a certain point he could not bear another, rubbed against the wolf in the last few intense moments, before alerting a languid warmth of the womb at that dipanò in it as a scent aphrodisiac, then finally came to his turn with a sigh liberating, breaking down on the fresh grass wet with dew and sweat.
Diego leaned against his shoulder hugging possessive, without the slightest intention of letting him go early.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I think I should ... more often come from her grandmother ... >> Nodded Francis gasping for breath due to him. It was fine in that embrace.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why, you do not like being on the lawn? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... She 'Shut up ... >>
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