Once upon a time there was a girl named Chrissy. Except that everyone called her Little Red Riding Pants. That's because she had a favorite pair of pants with pads on the butt that were for riding a bike. She wore them everywhere, even when she wasn't riding her bike. They were spandex, so they were slick and tight. She liked to wear tube tops with them, because those were tight too and she thought they made her look slim, like a model.

Chrissy's body was still developing, because she wasn't all grown up yet. She still have several years of school to go, but that was OK because Chrissy had a very happy life. She had a big brother, two years her senior, who was nice to her most of the time. She had cool parents, and a Grandmother who lived alone and gave her presents and cooked nice treats for her a lot. That's why Chrissy liked to ride her bike through the park to Grandma's house every Saturday. Grandma always had warm cookies, fresh from the oven, and cold milk. It was wonderful.

One Saturday Chrissy put on her wonderful red riding pants, and a fresh bright yellow tube top. She particularly liked this tube top, because it went so well with her long coal black hair. Chrissy had a dark complexion, and the tube top went well with that too.

There was another reason she like it, but that was a secret.

Well, OK, I'll tell you, because you need to know this secret: It was thin.

Chrissy's hard girly breasts were about 34 Cs, and they were tipped with dark brown areolas and nipples. Chrissy's nipples weren't soft and flat, like the other girls at school. Hers were almost always firm, sticking out cutely. All the men loved to look at Chrissy, and she knew it was because of those nipples. She never wore the bras her mother kept buying for her. They were uncomfortable, and she didn't feel like she needed them. And, when she wore the yellow tube top, she knew the men could just barely see her dark nipples through it.

Chrissy wasn't a bad girl. She didn't let the boys touch her breasts or anything like that. But it made her feel special when they looked at her and got red faces, or lumps in their pants.

Chrissy got together some presents she had made for her Grandmother, and yelled out that she was going to see "Grams".

What she didn't hear, because of the slamming door, was her father calling "Chrissy, wait! There've been some problems in the park." But, when he got to the door, all he could see was Chrissy's wiggling butt, in her tight red riding pants, as she pumped her legs, peddling her bike away from the house.

"BUCK!" he yelled to his son. "Get on your bike and follow Chrissy. There've been complaints about some man in the park bothering girls and women. Keep an eye on her, OK?"

"Sure Dad" said his son, a large sturdily built young man who was a linebacker on the High School football team. Because he was a large, sturdily built linebacker, no one gave him any shit about the fact that he still rode a bicycle most places, even though he was seventeen years old. Besides, it was good exercise, to say nothing about how else we'd get him where he needs to be later in this story.

Chrissy was powering her bike through the park. It was full of tall leafy trees, and lots of bushes, because there was a shortage of money in the town coffers, so it had been let grow wild. There were lots of places where an unscrupulous person could hide, to spring out at an unsuspecting young girl. In one of those places was the boy who had been causing all the trouble her father had been trying to warn her about.

His name was Tommy. Tommy Wolf. He liked to refer to himself as "The Big, Bad Wolf" because he was basically a bully whose self image was based on the terror he caused in those he preyed upon.

Chrissy WAS startled when the Big Bad Wolf stepped out of the woods onto the trail in front of her bike. She slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop. Chrissy knew who he was. People at school had pointed him out. But she'd never met him. She stood, straddling her bike, waiting.

"Nice tits" said Wolf casually. His hot eyes crawled all over her body.

Chrissy colored. She didn't say anything. She couldn't think of a single thing to say. This boy didn't make her feel special when he stared at her that way. Instead, he made her skin feel itchy, like it was trying to crawl off her body and hide.

"What do you want?" she said.

Wolf continued to stare at her. "Where are you going, Little Red Riding Pants?" he asked.

"I'm going to my Gram's, and you are in my way. Please move" she said.

Wolf took a step toward her. "I don't think so" he said. "I think you came to the park to see ME. I think you came to the park to show me your tits." he said coarsely. He took another step toward her.

"You must be crazy, Tommy Wolf" said Chrissy calmly. "I'm not showing you my 'tits' or anything else. Now get out of my way."

But Wolf kept coming and he put his hands on the handlebars of her bike. Then, like lightning, he reached out, grabbed the top of her tube top, and jerked it down.

"Oh look!" he crowed. "She showed me her tits."

This was only partially true, of course. Chrissy hadn't shown him anything, but her sweet teen breasts WERE clearly visible. Wolf stared at them, licking his lips.

"I wanna suck em" he growled.

Now Chrissy wasn't a stupid girl. She knew that this boy was much bigger than her, and that in any physical contest he'd come out... on top (shudder). Chrissy had sneaked peeks at her brother's stash of hard core porno, and she didn't like the idea of Wolf on top of her at all. No sir. So she kept her head.

"You want to suck my titties?" she said sweetly. "Why would you want to do that?"

Wolf wasn't the smartest guy in town. He wouldn't have recognized sarcasm even if he'd been able to spell it. "Cause they look yummy!" he said.

Chrissy made no attempt to pull her tube top back up. Instead she put her hand up and slapped at his hand gently, to make him let go. "Well at least let me get off my bike" she said.

Surprised, Wolf let go of the cloth and moved that hand to rearrange his swelling penis in his pants as Chrissy got off her bike and laid it gently on the path. Then she came around it, the tube top still making a band below her naked breasts, and stood in front of him, about three feet away. She thought back to the time her brother Buck had been flipping her with the tip of a wet towel. He'd thought it was fun. He'd thought it was cute. Chrissy had thought he needed to stop. But he wouldn't. She remembered how she'd gotten him to stop.

Quite suddenly, athletically, and somewhat viciously, Chrissy kicked Wolf right between his legs... hard. Her foot connected solidly with his hanging balls. There was a thud, then a long, ragged indrawn breath, on the part of the Big Bad Wolf, and then a little whine, also produced by the wolf. The howl he made was quite worthy of his namesake.

Buck heard that howl, but by the time he got to the scene of the crime, all he could see was Chrissy's wiggling buttocks in her tight red riding pants, as she rode down the trail towards their Grandmother's house. He looked down at Wolf, curiously, who was curled tightly in a fetal position, moaning, his hands between his legs.

Buck wasn't as smart as Chrissy, but he was a lot smarter than Wolf. He figured out what had happened and began laughing. "Wait until the kids at school hear about this!" he crowed.

He should have punished Wolf some more. He didn't. He just hopped back on his bike and rode off to catch up with Chrissy. For that reason he didn't hear Wolf say "I'll kill you motherfucker." He staggered to his feet and weaved off toward the motorcycle he had hidden in the bushes nearby.

Chrissy rode like the wind, which was whipping her long black hair almost straight back over her shoulders. Her legs pumped, and her buttocks jiggled in their bright red casing. Her firm breasts barely moved, but every man who saw her riding along stopped and stared. Many a stiffened dick was left in her wake. When she left the park she still had almost a mile to go. She was still a little shaken by what had happened in the park, so she decided to stop at the Malt Shop and get some ice cream to calm her nerves. Her brother rode by and didn't see her bike parked there, which is why he lost her. There were several ways she could have gone. He'd just have to search them all, one by one.

Chrissy finished her ice cream and hopped back on her bike, much refreshed. She checked her basket, to make sure everything for her Grandmother was still there, and rode off. Fifteen minutes later she leaned her bike against her Grandmother's house, grabbed her basket of goodies, and went inside.

She didn't notice the motorcycle parked beside the garage, behind the trash cans.

Buck had checked Central street and Richards Avenue. She wasn't on either of those streets. He thought he'd just go on over to Gram's. Chrissy was probably already there by now.

Chrissy went into her Grandmother's house. It was dark inside. She flipped on a light, but nothing happened. She tried another. None of the lights worked.

"Grams?" she called out.

She felt her way into the living room. No lights there either. Maybe a breaker had blown. Or the power was out.

"Grams?" she yelled again.

A quivery voice came from her Grandmother's bedroom "In here"

Chrissy went into the bedroom. Her Grandmother was in bed, with all the covers on top of her. She was wearing her red wig for some reason. Her face looked awful in the dark. It was bigger, wider.

"Grams? Are you OK? What's wrong with the lights?" said Chrissy.

"I'm just sick" came the high wavering voice. "Come closer."

As said before, Chrissy wasn't stupid. Her Grandmother could sing Tenor in the choir if she wanted to, having one of those deep old woman voices that a lot of women have who have smoked a few too many cigarettes in their life. Grams had NEVER had a high quivery voice before.

"So" thought Chrissy "This isn't my Grandmother." She was curious, though. Why would someone pretend to be her Grandmother? Maybe it was some surprise or trick her Grandmother was playing on her. She decided to play along.

"Well, I brought you some presents. Maybe they'll help you feel better." said Chrissy as she got next to the bed.

The person in the bed threw back the covers.

It was a man!

And he was naked!

Thrusting up out of an unruly looking thatch of hair was a hard penis! The man tore off the wig. It was The Big Bad Wolf!!!! (imagine that!) He growled "I know what's going to make me feel better. I'm gonna stuff my prick in your pussy! THAT's gonna make ME feel better. And he grabbed her.

It hadn't occurred to Chrissy that the person in the bed could be Wolf. So she WAS surprised, and that surprise cost her. Before she could react to this problem she was facing, Wolf had wrestled her onto the bed, and before she knew it he was sitting on her stomach. Again his hands snatched at her pretty yellow tube top, and this time he ripped it off her body.

"THAT is for kicking me in the balls!" he yelled. He reached down and pinched both nipples painfully. "And THAT is for... for... for kicking me in the balls." he continued, not capable of thinking up something original. He scooted forward, the tip of his penis poking Chrissy's chin. "Now, suck my cock, bitch!"

Chrissy knew she was in trouble. Wolf was bigger than her and her feet were a long way from his balls. She played for time. "I thought you were gonna poke it in my pussy, not my mouth!" she said, like she was offended he had changed his mind.

Wolf paused to think. She was right. He DID want to fuck her. But the sight of her pretty mouth made his dick jerk too. He thought and thought. He decided he'd fuck her first, and make her give him a blow job after that.

Wolf reached under the pillow Chrissy's head was lying on. He pulled out something. He moved his thumb along it's edge and a knife blade snapped out.

"If you move I'll fuck you up bad." he growled.

He scooted down to her knees and sat on them. Then he attacked the red riding pants Chrissy was so fond of, slicing them with the knife and tearing them until she wore only panties. Those he ripped off painfully, baring her virgin pussy.

"Now THAT'S a pussy!" he said, as if perhaps it might have been something else.

The reader must cut Wolf a little slack here. You see, in truth, Wolf, being a bully, had never had a real girl friend. No girl would willingly make out with him. And so he'd never actually seen a real live pussy before. Further, while he claimed to have fucked a hundred girls, he'd never even been in the same room with one naked. So it is understandable that he didn't quite know what to do at this point. He stared at Chrissy's pussy like it was some strange wonderful toy he'd unwrapped on his birthday. It WAS a beautiful pussy. Chrissy's black pubic hair wasn't thick yet, but her mons was covered with short silken strands that all seemed to point to the pair of pale lips below them. Those lips were tight and thin right now, guarding her treasure zealously. He remembered seeing a porn video where a man licked and kissed a woman's pussy. It had looked like fun. "I wanna lick your pussy!" he announced.

Chrissy frowned. The knife changed everything. If she tried to kick him again he could hurt her badly. She began to realize just how much trouble she was really in. She needed more time. She needed to get him to put the knife down or something. To get him off his guard. Again she decided to play along.

"That would be nice" she said, trying to make her voice sound like she actually meant it.

Wolf waved the knife at her, to remind her to behave, and then got off her knees. His hands spread her knees apart and she reluctantly let them spread until he could get between them. He leaned down, examining her sex closely. She smelled... good. He leaned closer. Experimentally he stuck out his tongue and licked it up from the bottom of those tight white lips to the top.