3 comments/ 24592 views/ 20 favorites Riding Red By: MayorReynolds Once upon a time there lived in a certain small town a sweet girl of eighteen. She was well liked in the community, and because of her shoulder-length red hair everyone called her 'Red.' This girl had an affliction of an unfortunate sort, for Red was deeply sheltered. Her single mother was quite theologically ingrained, and monitored Red the entirety of her life. It was a consequence of the mother having known too many trickster men, and thus mother deflected the ensuing pain onto daughter. She would give Red the same stern warning, which had been repeated so frequently and so often that Red knew it as well as a popular song or poem: "You should never talk to strange boys, for you may find them to be hungry wolves. Wolves can be charming, quiet, unassuming, complacent and sweet. They will pursue you at home and in the streets. The gentle wolves are the most dangerous of all." Though Red believed her mother was overreacting, she nevertheless feared and watched for these types. One day, her mother, having baked a cake and bought some wine, said to Red, "deliver this basket to Pastor Franklin down the street. It's my thanks for his contributions to the Purity Ball. Behave yourself on the way. Don't forget to say 'good morning' and don't be nosy. And don't leave the street! You go straight there and straight back. I'll be watching the clock." "No problem," Red shrugged. Red walked the street, well-aware her mother was frequently parting the curtains. Red was halfway to Pastor Franklin's townhouse when her peripheral vision caught a curious sight. Instead of the familiar strip mall that contained the dying video store, the local discount tobacco, and the Christian book trader, there was instead an unfamiliar line of trees bathed in a thick fog. The new change in Red's everyday environment intrigued her. She tried to wave it off, continuing down the street toward Pastor Franklin's, but it was as if this forest was calling her, begging her to peek. "Oh, what's one quick look?" Red asked herself. Any minute now, she thought, her cellphone would bellow with angry text messages. As Red grew closer to the woods she heard no such alerts. Perhaps her mother was distracted; that pot of butter she'd picked up at the store was said to have dire consequences on the digestive tract. Red found an oval opening in the trees. A path stretched into the forest as if a way had been cleared for her. Red, captivated by what lay beyond, wandered further in. When the path broke, she drifted right. When it broke again, she took another right, and then a left. Beauty had always captured Red's attention, and this forest was beauty personified. The towering trees were topped with lush greenery, their bases accented with shrubs. The grayness of that Saturday morn soon cleared; sunlight brought out the forest's true splendor. Left, left, right, left, up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right...so mesmorized was Red that she became absent-minded, and when she remembered her mother, the basket, and Pastor Franklin, Red realized she had gone too far. Further introspection told her she was lost. Red became frightened. The forest was a maze with no escape. She tried to remember landmark. Right, right, left, right, down, down, up, up, left, right, left...all sense of wonder had been replaced by a terrible fear. Red restrained hot tears. "Stupid, stupid girl!" she scolded herself. To make matters worse, Red's phone bore an indicator of 'NO SERVICE.' She wouldn't be able to call anyone, even her mother, the last person to whom Red wanted to reach out. Tears and the sobs crashed through. Red fell against a tree trunk and slid into a weeping ball. A voice, deep and booming, captured her attention. "Got you, you sly devil," it roared. Red came face to face with a man. He was quite tall and built of pure muscle. A bushy crimson beard, darker in tone than Red's hair, hung to his chest, and upon his back was strapped the largest ax she'd ever seen. The sudden appearance frightened Red once more, as the man recalled her mother's old warning. Was he one of those boys? Was he a 'wolf?' He seemed innocent enough. "Are you alright, miss?" he asked gently. Wolves can be charming, quiet, assuming, complacent and sweet. "I'm fine." She hoped her response would have the man leaving her be. Instead he moved closer. Red was preparing to flee when the man knelt. "A stranger to this land, shedding such distraught tears? I would think the opposite, miss," he said in a concerned tone. "If such is the case, I can be of assistance." Red sniffled. "I'm lost." The man nodded. "I assumed so. Such is the plight of all strangers who enter Sadia's realm." "Sadia? I, I want to go home," Red sobbed. "I didn't mean to wander this far." "Pardon my bluntness, miss, but when outsiders enter here the door closes and locks behind them. You could search the forest all you'd like, but you won't find an exit." This news panicked Red. "What!? You're lying!" The man stood to full height. "I do not lie. However...say, what's in that basket there, miss?" "Wine, and, and cake," Red wept. He smiled. "In that case there is a door out, so be in good spirits, miss! You're likely to find your way home by consulting Sadia." "Who, is Sadia?" Red asked, slowly brightening. "Sadia is the all-knowing ruler of this land," the man explained. "You seem to me an intelligent girl, but know once more that I speak with no dishonesty intended. Sadia has special powers. She grants wishes to those who bear her gifts, and a basket of wine and cake would be a small price to have a door opened for you." "You mean it?" Red beamed. "With all my heart and my soul and by my code of honor," the man said. "By the way..." he put out a rough, meaty hand. "...name's Hunter. I am in Sadia's service." Red shook his large palm. Hunter's grip was yielding but strong, and he smelled quite pleasant. Her cheeks warmed. "How do I find this Sadia?" Red asked. "Follow that path and do not break from it," Hunter pointed. "Sadia's dwelling is exactly fifteen minutes from where we stand. When you come upon three tall and domineering oak trees flanked by two hazel bushes, you have found her." "Thank you," Red said with sincerity. As she went on her way, she noticed she felt a strange. Her face was considerably warmer than before, and her palms were sweating. **** A few moments ago Red had despaired Now, thanks to a kind stranger, she could go home again. Perhaps her mother had been wrong. Not all men were 'wolves.' In all likelihood most of them were probably like Hunter. It made Red wonder what else her mother had exaggerated. Red was not aware that Hunter, in his own bout of absentmindedness, had forgotten to give her vital advice. He would not realize this until he was far away in another part of the forest. He spotted her not five minutes into her new mission and was forced to restrain himself. This stranger's body was so alluring that an urge arose to take her where she stood. Her denim jeans hugged her rump, putting round, gluten orbs on display. She wore a modest and conservative blouse cut just below her neck, but there was no denying what lay underneath. Her breasts were soft and plump, jiggling with each stride. It made his mouth water. Why is she here, he wondered? But he did not wonder long. She was on her to see Sadia, no doubt, to trade the basket for her freedom. He wanted her and would have her, but to accomplish this goal he would have to be careful. Sadia granted wishes. He would simply request one. He was well-aware that he possessed magic of his own, that of manipulating and convincing that had come naturally to him since birth, but his powers of seduction were of no use. If he sweet-talked this girl into laying with him he would want savor her as long as he was able. Then Hunter would find him. "What trickery did you use upon this sweet girl!?" Hunter would surely demand. Then down with the ax, for this was the game Hunter and he were forever cast to play. His prime role was to trick, deceive, and then move away quickly. Casually, keeping his desires in check, he strolled onto the pathway. The girl looked at the newcomer with curiosity. His frame was slim and average. He had short, curly brown hair. Upon his face was a goatee and spectacles. "And what's your name?" the girl asked. He smiled, but not too widely. "I would be void of manners if I did not ask your name first." "Oh. Heh. Well, anybody other than mama calls me Red." "Pleased to meet you, Red," he responded with charm and sweetness. "My name is Wo..." He cleared his throat. "My name, is Wilbur. Wilbur Grayson. I am assuming you are lost. Am I correct in this assessment?" Red nodded sadly. "Yeah. I'm on my way to see someone named Sadia. She's supposed to help me get home again." "That's quite a coincidence!" 'Wilbur' said. "For you see, I, too came from another world, and ever since I've wandered with no hope of escape. I am also on my to Sadia, so that she may grant my wish and allow me to go home. Unfortunately I do not know the way to her; otherwise I would have done this moons ago." "I'm sorry," Red said with sympathy. "But if you're lost, Mister Grayson, I just got directions to her house from a nice man named Hunter." 'Wilbur' suppressed a scowl. "Could you share them with me? I would be forever in your debt!" "Sure! It's, um, ten minutes or so down this path. All you do is keep going in this direction until you see three big oak trees and two shrubs." "Oh thank you miss! Thank you so much!" 'Wilbur' bowed gracefully. "And, and I assume that what's in the basket is your gift to her?" "I guess it'll have to do!" Red chuckled. "I'll just tell mama I slipped and dropped these." "What might 'these' be, if I am allowed to pry?" "Oh." Red peeked into her basket. "A chocolate cake and a bottle of wine." "Interesting. But if I may make a suggestion, Sadia may want more than what you carry." Red tilted he hear head. "More? What do you mean?" "Cake and wine have their places," 'Wilbur' explained, holding back a smirk. "But wishes are indeed quite powerful things. When talking of such power, your contributions must be equally powerful." "What else do you think she'd like?" Red asked. "Hm. Well." 'Wilbur' pretended to look around him. "Ah, these flowers should be welcome addition to your basket!" It was the first time Red noticed them: roses, sunflowers, irises, tulips, carnations and daisies, colors of all kinds, stretching out into a wide woodland garden. "I've never seen so many beautiful flowers!" Red exclaimed. "And Sadia will be as astounded as you," 'Wilbur' assured her. "You should pick as many varieties as you can fit in that basket. Sadia may grant your wish without you even asking, for you are not the first lost soul who has come through here." "I think that'd be a great idea!" Red agreed. She wandered off the path to sift through the flowers. When Red's back was turned, 'Wilbur' allowed his grin to surface. This is wonderful, he thought. Not only is she a sweet, young and tasty bite for me, she's also an extraordinarily stupid girl. By the time she finishes this side-errand, I will have finally found Sadia's house and I will have my wish. Down the path 'Wilbur' traveled, slowing when he noticed a tightness in his pants. His erect member was so hard and demanding that 'Wilbur' was tempted to remedy it. But he had to keep going. He intended to save every drop of his burning, backed up seed for his sweet Red. **** Hydrangeas! Jasmines! Gardenias! Red was beside herself. It wouldn't take long to fill her basket. She reminded herself not to get distracted, for distraction was the antagonist that had gotten her lost to begin with. All the flowers emitted a pleasant scent. It filled Red's nostrils and her mind felt a prickling. Her muscles relaxed; her worries left her. She had been wandering the forest for so long that her energy was depleted. She wished to nap in the endless flower field but perished the notion. Soon Red would have her wish and be home. After dealing with her inevitable punishment she'd sleep comfortably in her own bed, a real bed. More flowers went into the basket. As Red bent down to pick roses, she noticed her face had grown hot again. Her upper chest had also warmed. The flowery scent drifted a relaxing sonnet through her body and soul. Tingling heat coursed up her arms. Red decided she was getting too comfortable and resolved to finish this task and return to the road. All the same, it was quite hot out here. The forest temperature had been comfortable before, but now the heat had risen to the point of distraction. Red wondered what had brought about such a sudden change. Four flowers later, Red caught the sound of her breathing. Her lungs were weakening. Her blouse had become awfully uncomfortable. Long sleeves covered her arms, and her neckline was so tight that it was akin to a choker. Underneath, her bare skin had broken out in torrential sweat. Her trembling hands moved of their own accord. They undid the outfit, one button after the other. Quit it! You were raised to be modest. If Mister Grayson or Mister Hunter walked by and saw you shirtless, what would mama say? What if Sadia doesn't tolerate slutty acting girls? Four buttons remained. Now there were three. Two. Red grasped a handful of her left breast. The sensation sent pleasure currents in all directions, hitting sensitive areas of her body. One button. Zero. Another heavy tingling erupted in her loins. Red's panties dampened. Her blouse was cast aside, thrown over the flowers. She lowered a bra strap. She sucked two fingers. Stop this. Stop this now! Red's willpower withered away. She collapsed in the flowers, reduced to a helpless organism of sweat, heat and desire. Her bra tore in her hasty fingers. Two pale breasts sprang free and felt the breeze. Red's aureole, both half-dollar wide and an inch thick from the base, were so sensitive that touching them was comparable to electric shock. Her crotch melted into a mess of juices. Red lay on her back, tweaking a nipple and fumbling with her jeans, her mind as compromised as her modesty. The temperature hit an intolerable level. Every touch made Red hotter and hotter, wanting more. Her jeans slid to her knees. She gritted her teeth when her digits invaded her panties and sank into warm wetness. Unbeknownst to her mother, Red kept her pubic hair groomed to a crimson strip as she found too much hair to be cluttered and unsightly, despite having never exposed her private regions to anyone. Now that sparse hair was matted down. Red massaged her bare lips with no pacing. She was too desperate to focus on any rhythm. Desperate for what she did not know, having been raised in a house where 'bad girls' asked questions or considered such matters. All Red understood was that she wouldn't, couldn't stop. Her nipples stiffened between her fingers. Instinct drove her to slide two into the depths of her tight, slick crevice. Having found a preferred speed, Red worked the fingers in and out, soon adding a third. Her face was a darker red than her hair. She writhed in the flowerbed, tossing her head this way and that. She still smelled the flowers, as intoxicating as ever, now mixed with a new scent. Breathing all of it in was almost too much to bear; it brought Red to new heights of ecstasy as her fingers plunged in her moistened tunnel. Her other hand teased her breasts. Brief sobriety brought her mind back to the two men. What if they were watching and Red hadn't noticed? She decided she didn't care; she wanted them to watch her. She wanted them to stand over her naked body and stare at her with awe, even though that was what 'bad girls' wanted. "Then, then I'll be, a bad girl," Red gasped. The upper part of her vulva was the most sensitive. She rubbed the spot in circles as the other hand massaged her swollen lips. In her fantasies Wilber and Hunter were indeed watching her, except they were also were reaching into their trousers for...for what? Oh, there was something men had. They were pulling it out, and though Red had never gazed upon one to know its structure and anatomy, she knew it had to be something wonderful. Red kept going, pleasuring herself and sucking juices off her fingers. A feeling began in her stomach and swirled outward like a maelstrom. Whatever it consumed during its expansion numbed with pleasure. It slowly spread to her breasts, her arms, her thighs and down her legs. It lingered. Then it exploded and dropped upon Red all at once. Her mind and body sizzled, the sensation so intense that Red wasn't aware her fingers were still moving. Her world went out of focus. She screamed a piercing wail. Her hips rose and she thrashed in the flowerbed, consumed by hellishly wonderful fire. Red's voice went hoarse. Her soaked fingers slowed like a machine powering down. She was covered from forehead to toes in sweat. She relaxed. She knew she'd wasted too much time and needed to get back on the trail to Sadia's house. Indeed, these flowers would make the perfect gift. If they could bring Red such strange pleasures, surely Sadia would also enjoy them. That would all have to happen in good time. First, Red needed to do that again. **** There were the three giant oak trees and the shrubs beneath them. Enclosed within them was a cottage, a small dwelling for a goddess, he thought. He stalked up the path with a wicked grin on his features. He cleared his throat and rapped upon the wooden door. "Who comes knocking?" said a woman's voice. "A poor humble wanderer, lost in your realm, seeks your guidance," he answered. There was a pause, followed by an angry, "I know not, I know not!" that grew closer until the door opened. Sadia was as beautiful as Red. She looked surprisingly youthful, and had long dark hair that reached her lower back. Her brown eyes were oval shaped, accented by shadow. Her lips were full, her mouth a slight larger than her nose. Large breasts protruded against a corset, tops exposed. The corset also exposed her midriff. She wore long black stockings and ruby shoes. "Hello madam," he began. "My name is—" "—I know who you are," Sadia sharply cut him off, her face scrunched into a scowl. "Do you take me for a fool? I own this forest. I rule this realm. Did you honestly think I'd be so naïve as to not recognize the most dastardly of foes, Wolf ?" "Indeed not!" Wolf chuckled. "But please know that I meant no insult or offense." "Your mere presence at my door is an insult and an offense of the worst kind," Sadia spat. "Now away with you, and be glad I have been merciful enough not to turn you to dust." Wolf caught the door before it closed. "Madam, madam please. I must speak with you. It is quite urgent." Sadia exhaled an annoyed sigh. "Be quick about it, and then be on your way." Wolf cleared his throat again. "Well, I, I have come, well, because I have a wish to request." Sadia burst out laughing."You, a wish? Stop with your jokes." "I do not joke." She stared at him a long moment. "This I shall have to hear, if only for my own fleeting amusement." Sadia stepped aside. "Come in, then." The interior was far larger than the outside. Wolf stood in an elegant foyer that sparkled from rays of sunshine. A carpeted staircase parted the room. Banisters lined the second floor. "Well? Out with it," Sadia said. Wolf realized this would not be so easily spoken. The thought was one thing, quite another before a goddess. Riding Red "Mistress Sadia." Wolf bowed, "I was in the forest today and I met someone, a lost girl. I have come, I have come because..." He grinned. There was little chance of winning and one way to play. "I have come because she is the most delicious piece of ass I've ever witnessed in my tortured life, and I want her, Mistress Sadia. That is my wish, to have her open in front of me like a jar of wanting honey." Sadia studied Wolf's face, trying to find a hint that he was joking, but he evidently spoke true. "You are scum," she said. "Absolute putrid, wretched, scum, just as I imagined. For eons you have wandered my forest, pulling your pranks and your tricks on hapless travelers. This, Wolf, is the pinnacle, the highest peak, of awfulness. You come to me and request that I manipulate a girl through magic? Have you no soul? Have you no honor in your withered, blackened heart?" "I thought, perhaps—" "—furthermore, you are well-aware my the prerequisite for my granting wishes is a gift, yet you have brought me nothing. You insult not only me and this girl you speak of but my intelligence with every additional word from your foulest of foul mouths. Away with you, and count yourself lucky once more." "Duly noted." Sadia angrily swung around and ascended the staircase. Wolf watched, waiting for the right moment. "However, I do find it interesting that the great Sadia is a woman." Sadia stopped, but did not turn around. "How does my being a woman figure into anything?" "There is no man," Wolf said casually. "Oh, there are men, certainly. Two of them. One you have created to be your guardian angel, the other your antagonist. But there appears to be no man conjured up for you." "I am long past weary of your jokes," Sadia said. "I should reiterate I do not joke in your presence, Mistress. Jokes are to make unsuspecting marks eat laxative berries or fall in holes covered with leaves and straw. My trade is deception, but I do not bring deception to my goddess' doorstep, for even I have enough honor to mind my manners around her. I merely speak of what I observe. And I wonder what a goddess does with herself, from dawn to dusk, all alone in such a large house." "What a goddess does with herself is her business and hers alone, Wolf." "Indeed. But you are a woman as well as a goddess, yes? You have a woman's body. But do you also have a woman's desire? What would a woman, a goddess at that, truly want?" "Wolf—" "—lend me your ear a little longer, if you would. There is Hunter, and there is Wolf. Hunter stalks the woods for Wolf. Wolf runs from Hunter. Hunter finds lost souls and directs them to you, but then Hunter returns to tracking Wolf. Wolf plays his stupid pranks and hides from Hunter. Both Hunter and Wolf are caught in an endless cycle. Neither of them have time to stop for Mistress Sadia. "Meanwhile, Mistress Sadia lives by herself, her routine only broken when strangers knock. Sadly, all the strangers ever want is to go home, so Mistress Sadia takes their gifts, waves a hand and says 'it is done, go.' I do not mean to imply that you are melancholy. Far from it. But you do spend much time on your own. "And when a woman has no physical contact with anyone and the only men who are permanent residents are too involved in some deadly catch-and-run grab ass, this woman must have lots of tension that needs relieving. So she goes upstairs, to what I assume is a bedroom if my goddess has a reason to rest or sleep, slides under the covers and finds solace in the comfortable dark. "But her womanly desires surely must look beyond that. So when a man, Mistress Sadia's Wolf, her devil, comes to her door, and Hunter stumbles through the trees like a buffoon as he wonders where his prey is hiding, what decision would Mistress Sadia be faced with, Wolf wonders." Sadia turned around. Her face was stern and composed as she descended the stairs. "You trample a long path around a bush, Wolf. You are obliged to speak your point after a thousand words worth of babbling." Wolf smirked. "Why, Mistress, you already see my point: I did bring you a gift, but it is hidden." Sadia stopped in front of him. "What kind of gift is one an all-seeing goddess cannot see?" "One hidden by clothing," Wolf answered. He was almost surprised when Sadia smiled. "Oh, you wicked, slick monster. I should kill you where you stand, and you know I am well capable. But I will not." "You will not?" "No. I am not accustomed to accepting gifts from piles of dust. But your life still hangs delicately by a thread, spared by my mercy. I will see this gift before I decide your fate." Wolf fumbled with his belt. "Your shirt first," Sadia said with a halting hand. Wolf unsnapped his shirt buttons. He revealed an upper body with sparse chestnut hair, chiseled pectorals and defined abdominal muscles. Sadia traced her fingers along Wolf's torso. "Well Wolf, I can compliment you this much: you are well toned." Wolf shivered at Sadia's touch. "A natural consequence of all the running and hiding I do." "Indeed. Hunter's ax keeps you healthy." She cupped Wolf's swelling bulge. "This must be my gift, then. It appears promising, but I wonder if it is as deceiving as you? And I also wonder if a man such as yourself has ever had a chance to use this 'gift.' For size is one thing; knowledge is another." "I, I have not," Wolf admitted. "I, I come to you, uh, knowing, not a, a, woman's touch." "Hmm, the stakes grow higher, then. You elude Hunter's ax, only to meet your Sadia's power. What dire circumstances you face." She grabbed Wolf's unfastened belt as one would a dog's leash. "Let us decide the matter in a place more comfortable, yes?" Sadia ascended the stairs, pulling Wolf's belt. He followed as Sadia took slow and careful steps. "We go to the place where I slide under my covers," Sadia said, "where I find solace in the comfortable dark. Do you agree with this arrangement?" "Yes, madam." "I hoped so, for your sake." Wolf was terrified of the goddess' power and constant threats but eager all the same. He took care ascending the stairs as his leash was short. They reached the top floor, where Wolf was pulled to the right. The goddess pushed a door open, revealing a large room. A skylight illuminated a king-sized bed that was fitted with a satin comforter. "Lie down," Sadia commanded. Wolf was not used to a mattress so fine. His beds had been piles of leaves or hiding places where sleep was a tepid affair. Hunter was ever vigilant and never rested. Sadia straddled Wolf. Acting on instinct, he cupped her breasts through her corset. She slapped his wrist. "Did Sadia say? No, she did not. Place your hands above your head, Wolf. They will not move. Are we clear?" Wolf gulped and complied. "Good. A seducer you may be, Wolf, but this encounter belongs to me. But don't worry." Sadia ran her hands up and down Wolf's chest and then pecked his lips. "I am positive you will be satisfied." Sadia unlaced her corset string by string. Her breasts, plentiful offerings with aureole that covered the majority of their surfaces, sprang out in the mild light. Wolf tensed. His penis throbbed, and the urge to touch himself because overwhelming. But he resisted, for he knew Sadia was serious. If she carried through with her threats, creating another Wolf would be simple for her. Sadia slid Wolf's belt from its loops and nonchalantly tossed it aside. Off came the corset. She put her backside on display before sliding down her bottoms. Wolf's eyes bulged at the sight of her shaved loins. "Maybe this Red of yours is what has you so critically heated," Sadia said. "Does her naked form frolic in your twisted head, Wolf? Do you gaze upon me and imagine I am her?" Wolf did not speak, for he was afraid of choosing the wrong answer. Sadia folded her arms over her naked breasts. "Answer me Wolf, and answer me honest." "Yes," Wolf choked, terrified. Sadia straddled him. She grabbed his trousers and yanked them over his dirty shoes. His member protruded from his undershorts. Sadia stroked it. "That was the correct answer," Sadia said. "In this game only lies cost you points." She admired the shaft that pressed against her palm. "You tell me no lies here either. This is indeed a lovely gift. I have wrought a splendid creation." Sadia positioned herself, putting a leg on either side of Wolf. Hormones, anticipation and desire flooded his bloodstream. Suddenly he was losing his virginity to his own creator, his goddess. She rubbed Wolf's purple head against her outer lips, coating it in her wetness. His juices combined with hers, and Wolf hissed as she used him to masturbate. He disappeared inside of her. Sadia was slow and careful, knowing her partner was a tensed virgin and that moving too fast would spoil her fun.. She allowed him to penetrate her folds halfway and then withdrew him almost out. On the second pass, she engulfed Wolf to the hilt. "Oh...my..." Wolf rasped. Sadia made steady up and down motions. She sank to the base and then raised back up, producing different feelings that were equally fulfilling. She placed her palms on his hairy chest and increased her pace. She threw her head back in pleasure and then nodded forward. She noticed a shift in Wolf's eyes. "Hands stay where they are!" Sadia reminded him. Faster she went, her sheath sleek with wetness. Her breasts bounced with each cycle. She pushed her endowed flesh in Wolf's face. "Suck them," she commanded. He slobbered them with licks and kisses, and then suckled one nipple at a time until Sadia withdrew her breasts. "Do you still lust for your Red?" "Y,yes, Mistress." "Is this what you want from her?" "No, Mistress." "You want to be free with her, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Take her as you please?" "Yes!" "Yes, who?" "Yes, Mistress!" "Ravage her from behind? Grab both her rosy cheeks and ram your way in and out?" "Oh yes, Mistress!" "Run your filthy paws all over her body?" "Yes!" "Like this?" Sadia grabbed Wolf's hands. He offered no resistance. He was her puppet and putty. She placed his sweaty palms against her flushed breasts. "Do to them as you would hers," Sadia ordered. Wolf squeezed and kneaded them. A climax stirred in his loins. Sadia had stopped being careful; now she was milking him, encouraging his release. "This one sounds so naïve and so innocent," Sadia went on. "I imagine she herself is a virgin." Wolf moaned. His face twisted. "I imagine she is also tight. You would have to take your time so as not to hurt her, but all the while she'd squeeze you so intensely you'd fear it snapping off." His breath shortened. "With each stroke," Sadia moaned, "you usher in her sexual awakening. When you are done she will want more. For hours. Perhaps days. Eager to learn. Oh yes, eager to learn how to please and be pleased." "Mis...mistress..." "'Oh, Mister Bad Wolf, put it in my mouth this time!'" Sadia teased. "'What does your stuff taste like? Can I swallow it or will that impregnate me?'" She was driving him mad. He was so close. Her words and her strokes hastened it. "I seem to have another hole here as well! Can you fill that one? You're so big and hard, Mister Wolf!" Wolf gasped and trembled. Sadia rolled off him. "Wait a moment," Wolf exhaled, his climax receding, "what are you doing?" "We are finished," Sadia said. "But, but I didn't! Finish, I mean!" The goddess smirked while collecting her clothes. "I know. But to release with me would be such a waste when you prefer another's chalice." "Then, does this mean I get my wish?" Wolf asked. Sadia's devilish smile became a chuckle. "Oh, Wolf. I never agreed to fulfill your wish." Wolf bolted up in bed."What? But that's not fair! I gave you my gift! That was the deal, was it not?" "I quite enjoyed it," Sadia answered. "But never mind that, Wolf. Something else troubles me." Wolf crossed his arms and huffed. "Ask away. Your Wolf is of course obligated to answer." "This Red of yours received directions from Hunter, a man who never lies. Surely she would have arrived by now." Wolf arched an eyebrow. "Did you delay her so you could find me?" Sadia continued. "Maybe you pulled one of your pranks. Or maybe you suggested a way to make her gift more formidable. Flowers, perhaps?" "And what if I did?" Wolf asked resentfully. "What difference would it make?" Sadia shook her head in amusement. "I am saying, Wolf, that sometimes wishes can fulfill themselves without my involvement." Sadia's words caught his curiosity. "What do you mean?" "Those flowers have quite the odd effect," Sadia explained. "I am surprised that with all your knowledge to concoct your schemes, this one eludes you. The scent of the flowers, Wolf: it has a profound effect upon repressed, virginal girls. If that is in Red's character, she has likely discovered a lot about her body. When she leaves the flowerbed, much will have changed within her." Wolf blinked and tilted his head. "Now get dressed and make yourself scarce," Sadia ordered. "A girl with many awakened natural desires and curiosities will be arriving shortly. If she wishes to play with you, then so be it. But first, Wolf, I wish to gaze upon her myself. Perhaps I shall have a taste of my own." **** After spotting the telltale landmarks, Red staggered and wobbled up the pathway. She'd managed to get her disheveled clothing back on, but not before stopping to masturbate again. Her bra was torn, ruined beyond use, so she'd left it behind. She had to compose herself every few steps. The fragrance that drifted from the basket was overpowering. Each whiff caused her nipples to tingle and a fresh trickle to leak from her folds. Urges to slide her fingers under her panties struck her. Red pushed back the cravings and carried on. But try as she might, she could not stop tugging at her unrestrained breasts. Red reflected on her mother's cruelty; she intended to pleasure herself as frequently as possible, regardless of whether mama learned of it. It felt too good to be wrong. Red doubted she would make it all the way to the door without breaking down again, but onward she went. She knocked three times. "Hello?" she called. The flowers blurred her vision. When there was no answer, Red cleared her throat and knocked again. "Miss Sadia? My, my name, name is, is Nikki, uh, Red. I, I'm here, t,to, request a wish. I'm lost in your woods, and, I don't know the, the way home. If you would please—" "—the door is open," a voice interrupted. Red swallowed and pushed her way inside. She thought it odd how such a huge mansion could fit in a humble looking dwelling, but there was no shortage of odd occurrences today. "Hello?" Her voice echoed in the large chamber. "Upstairs," Sadia's voice replied, "first door on the right." Red scurried up the staircase. "Sorry about barging in," she said. "I'm not from here, and I was told you could help me get home. I, I brought you a gift!" Red reached the second floor and rapped on the wood. "Come in," said the voice. Red was again surprised when she found herself in a bedroom. A woman was tucked into what looked like a very comfortable bed. "Close the door," Sadia said. Red did so, feeling a touch awkward under these circumstances. "Are you Sadia?" "Yes. Is that a gift? How kind of you. Could you bring it here, please?" Red handed over the basket. The covers slipped back slightly, and she noted that whatever outfit Sadia had on was low cut. Sadia rifled through the basket and smiled. "Flowers. Lovely ones, too! What is this hidden underneath?" Red couldn't be sure in the dull light, but she thought she spotted distinct discoloration beneath those sheets as well. Nipples? Was Sadia topless? "Um, cake, and, and, uh, a, a bottle of, wine," Red stammered. "Wonderful," Sadia replied warmly. "Could you do me one favor, Red? Take this basket and place it upon the stand there. Then I shall hear your wish." When Red retrieved the basket the sheet fell back further still, and this time there was no mistake. Sadia was indeed topless. "Okay," Red said, hands shaking, "I'm not, not from here. I'm from a place called, Earth, um, a town, Archton. I got lost in your woods and this nice man, Hunter was his name, he, he told me that the only way home was to ask you for a wish. A-and my wish, my wish is to go home." "Well, that is a simple matter," Sadia grinned. "Foreign folk get lost in my realm quite a bit, you know. I need only to wave my hand and the way home opens. That has become my business, I am afraid. So it shall be." "Really?" Red beamed. "Yes, really," Sadia replied, still smiling. "But first, there is one matter that troubles me greatly, dear Red." "Oh?" Red asked curiously. "Yes. You are such a polite, well-mannered girl, possibly the politest of lost travelers I have ever received. It pains me with guilt that a character such as yourself would get lost wandering my forest. How frightened you must have been! How tired you must be from your journey!" "It's alright," Red assured her. "I'll just sleep at home." "Oh no, I cannot have that!" Sadia spoke with concern. "I beg of you, rest before you go onward." "I appreciate the offer," Red said,"but my mother, um, mama, she's probably worried. And mad, too. I was only supposed to be gone a few minutes." Sadia sat up. The comforter dropped, revealing two large breasts with considerable centers. Red's first instinct would have been to look away and provide Sadia with privacy and modesty. But something about those well-shaped assets caused Red to stare despite her better judgment. Something within her stirred. How could that be? Sadia was a woman. If anyone was to stir up Red's desires, common sense said it should be a man. "Well, I suppose if you wish to go it is not my place to keep you," Sadia said forlornly. "You do seem worn down, sweet Red. I would hate for you to fall asleep before reaching the outside. For you see, there is a very shady and unscrupulous character who also prowls my forest." "What sort of 'character?'" Red asked, transfixed on Sadia's nude upper body. "You wouldn't know him if you saw him," Sadia explained. "He is a man, like the gallant and chivalrous Hunter you met but, smaller, thinner. And though he is a man, he remains nothing short of a Wolf. His idea of fun is preying upon innocents such as you." Red was suddenly fearful. "Wolf? Preying how?" "Oh, it varies from person to person. His usual game is pranks. But a sweet girl like you, so innocent, and dare I say attractive, well who knows what he may try? Hunter has been searching for this menace for the longest time, to no avail." Red recalled Hunter's first words before he ever spotted her. He'd been looking for this same man! Then she remembered the other character she'd met. 'Wilbur' had been just as polite as Hunter, but what if he was the Wolf in question? "Miss Sadia," Red said, "is this man tall, with brownish hair and glasses?" Sadia's eyes widened in shock. "Why, yes! That is the Wolf! My dear, you have already met him! Oh no, this is dire. He could have followed you back here." "He, he said his name was Wilbur," Red explained. "He is a liar and a cheat!" Sadia said sharply. "Oh, poor Red. First you get lost, then you attract that fiend's attention. But worry not. If you stay here with me, you will be safe. When that bad Wolf knocks, I shall deal with him with my magic. This you can be sure of. We will set a trap for him, you and I both." Red nodded, trusting the goddess' words yet confused at the same time. Not only was Sadia possibly nude under the bed, her gaze affected Red. Beneath the braless shirt Red's nipples stiffened. Her arms broke out in gooseflesh. Riding Red "I, I think, you're right," Red agreed, getting nervous. "I'll stay here until this Wi-Wolf, comes. And I am tired. I appreciate your hospitality." Sadia smiled. Dampness bloomed in Red's panties. "It is all my pleasure," Sadia said. "Except, forgive me. I should have been more forthcoming. There are no guest rooms in this house." "There, there aren't?" Red asked, apprehensive and curious. "Unfortunately, no. This is quite a large place, but since my guests never stay long I never saw the need to prepare a guest 'room.' But this bed is quite large." "Bed? Y,you mean, sleep, with you?" "Yes, dear. Does that not suit you?" "I, I guess. But, b,but..." "But?" "Well." Red swallowed. "You're, aren't you, aren't you naked under there, Miss Sadia?" "Naked?" Sadia looked down at her bared breasts as if to be sure. "Why, yes. You caught me napping, and this is how I always sleep, Miss Red." "Is, is that right?" Red's mind divided. She wanted to forgo the offer, ask for her wish, and leave. She kept her feet planted firmly in place. What was happening to her? Why was this naked woman stirring up such heat and arousal within her body? "It's quite comfortable," Sadia explained. "Have you never slept in the nude before, Red?" Despite her nervousness, Red smiled. "Oh, no. Mama would kill me if she caught me sleeping naked. I've gotten in trouble for sleeping in my underwear." "A shame, for it is quite an exquisite feeling," Sadia continued. "The feel of my bare skin against the satin sheets is as relaxing as soaking in a hot bath." "I'm not allowed to have hot baths either," Red confessed. Sadia bolted up in surprise. It lowered even more of the sheet. Now Red caught the sight of Sadia's lower abdomen. It threatened to expose that which followed. "Surely you jest!" Sadia said with shock. "Oh no, I'm serious. Only showers for me, and only for five minutes. After that mama shuts off the hot water. She says girls learn to do bad things if they're left alone in the tub or shower too long." This girl repressed a smirk. She was certain this 'bad thing' was the same business she'd conducted in the flowerbed. Sadia made room and patted the down sheet. "Perhaps you would like to join me and experience two forbidden pleasures at once?" Red's legs moved on their own. She started to lie down but Sadia stopped her. "You forgot your clothes." "Oh." Red grabbed her shirt from the waist and rolled it up. Again, Sadia stopped her. "Hold on. Would you grant me a wish of my own?" Red, still grasping her bunched shirt, looked at Sadia. "Yes?" "Stand up while you take them off." "Why?" "Because you're so beautiful, Red! I doubt anyone has been able to look upon your body and tell you as such. I want you to understand how gorgeous you are." It was true. Red had never met a man—or woman—who complimented her body. Sadia's words won her over. She was anxious to know if sheets really were more comfortable with no clothes. She stood, and casting her reluctance aside, stripped off her shirt. As she hurriedly unbuttoned her jeans, Sadia licked her lips. "No bra?" Sadia asked, eyes narrowing, voice husky. "You left it in the flowers, correct?" "What?" Red asked with surprise. "The flowers have such a wonderful fragrance. Quite overpowering." Red caught the scent wafting from the basket. Her spontaneous and mindless strip down, along with the sight of Sadia before her, awakened Red's arousal. Her jeans fell to her feet as if her legs were slicked with oil. "My panties, too?" Red asked, mindful of her wet loins. "Yes," Sadia answered, barely able to contain her excitement. "Yes, please!" Red removed them as well. Her shoes went last. Sadia shivered. "For, for such an innocent, you are quite well groomed, dear Red." Red put her hands on her hips, letting Sadia admire her naked form. "What mama doesn't know can't change a thing," Red chuckled. "I hate dealing with all that messy hair." "Mmm, as do I. Come get into bed with me." As Red slipped under the covers, she found the sheets to be a luxurious sensation against her naked skin. Then Sadia threw her arms about Red's middle. Red's backside touched a barren, naked sex. The closeness and warmth had her swimming in desire. She trembled in Sadia's embrace. "You have really soft arms, Miss Sadia." "The better to cuddle you with, my dear," Sadia whispered. She pulled Red closer. The younger felt hardened nipples pressing against her back, wetness forming where her cheeks met Sadia's womanhood. Sadia planted kisses along her neck and shoulders. "Miss, Miss Sadia! What, what are you...?" "Do you want me to stop?" "No, please don't," was Red's immediate answer. Sadia continued her kissing while her hands roamed Red's breasts and abdomen. The goddess had the gentlest of fingers that played the girl's flushed, sweating body like a harp. Red bit her lip. Her backside humped Sadia. Red neared a new orgasm. Sadia's mouth and fingers, combined with the flowers, soon brought that blissful release once more. The goddess was relentless, cruel in her generosity; the climax only fell halfway before the goddess buried her digits between Red's legs, evoking a second orgasm that made Red scream. In the afterglow, Sadia mashed the girl against her. Red rasped for air. She turned to face the goddess. "Your eyes are so beautiful!" Red complimented. Sadia stroked Red's disheveled hair. "The better to look upon you my dear." They kissed again, softer. Red had learned much today, not only discovering masturbation but that women could give other women pleasure. There were many secrets Red wished to learn, secrets her mother had kept hidden. What other ways could Red satisfy her cravings? Then there were men. She wanted to know all she could about men, boys, wolves, whatever they were. She had much catching up to do upon returning home. She ran her hand up and down Sadia's leg. "Your legs are so smooth!" "The better to wrap around you, my dear," Sadia grinned. The goddess moved, shuffling the sheet and comforter off their bodies. She straddled curious Red one leg at a time. Sadia's mount inhaled and exhaled with irregular heaves. "What do you know about men and women?" Sadia asked, throwing her dark mane back and letting it spill over her shoulders. "What do you mean?" Red asked. "Intercourse, sex," Sadia clarified, "do you know how it's done?" Red shook her head. "Only what we've done, I guess." "Poor lamb," Sadia lamented. "I thought you would have least learned the basic mechanics." "Mama said only bad girls know and ask about those things," Red answered, "unless they get married and learn together with their husbands." Their genitals were parallel with each other, moist lips kissing where their thighs parted. "This will satisfy the both of us," Sadia said huskily. Their labia copulated in a fluid motion, one painting the other with even strokes. Solidified at first, Red soon repaid Sadia's grinding with responding motions of her own. Red's breathing was erratic, rising in volume, another climax nearing. In this uncontrollable state she smelled the flowers again, and her head went light. The fragrance was different this time, for Red was not only smelling the flowers but a familiar scent conjured by the friction and heat where their bodies met. It was an erotic drug like no other. Sheltered Red had never been drunk or high, yet the mixed scents, combined with Sadia's lovemaking, intoxicated Red. Her heavy breathing escalated to cries of pleasure. With every side to side or forward and backward movement of swollen lips the room's heat increased. The girl's face was flushed and her eyes had taken on an insatiable quality. She craved more. "Miss, Miss Sadia?" Sadia also showed signs of hunger and a desperation to feed it. "Y-yes, yes my dear?" "Miss Sadia, I think, I think I'm, about to, to..." Sadia grinned wickedly. "About to what?" "Um, I, uh, about to..." Her voice faded. "Have an 'orgasm?'" Sadia answered for her. The two women simultaneously increased the friction between them. "Climax? Reach your peak? Cum?" Red, biting her lip, could only nod. "Tell me, in, specific terms," Sadia gasped, nearing the edge herself. "Tell me using the right words." "O...org..." "Cumming, dear Red," Sadia corrected. "Say you're going to cum!" Red's body locked up. The surge rose within her with no subtlety about it. Her mouth opened; a loud moan escaped it. "S,say it!" "I'm cumming!" Red screamed, her voice losing its restraints, echoing in the bedroom. Sadia's cry mixed with hers. She rotated her hips and pushed forward, drawing every ounce of fulfillment from the girl, from both of them. "Cumming," Red uttered with fading volume. "I'm cumming. Cumming..." Sadia and Red remained in their scissored position. The two tired lovers leaned forward at the same time and kissed, slow and sensual. "Mmm, I love your pretty mouth," Red whispered. "The better to eat you with, my dear." Red tilted her head. "Eat?" "I cannot wait for that lesson," a new voice remarked. Sadia spun around. Red squealed and hid under the tangled sheets. "Wolf!" Sadia snapped. "How dare you intrude upon us in this manner, you, you—" "—liar, cheat, fiend," Wolf volunteered. "Shady, unscrupulous. Don't bother exhausting yourself pondering new adjectives, for there are already plenty at your disposal, my ever-so-tactful goddess." Red was buried up to her neck under the covers. "Miss Sadia? Is, is that—" "—yes, unfortunately," Sadia answered. To Wolf she said, "this was not part of the plan. You were given specific instructions to remain hidden. Now you have terrified the poor girl,fiend. Unscrupulous. Shady. You are well aware, Wolf, what happens to those who defy my will." "Sadia, what's going on?" Red asked, disdain in her tone. "I was given no such instructions," Wolf said. "But yes, why don't you explain to your poor Red what is 'going on,' oh gracious and honest Mistress Sadia? From the moment she arrived, you put on a performance devious and deviant enough to riddle me with envy. Never could I have dreamed up such a sweeping seduction. The Big Bad Wolf, stalking the poor lost lamb in the forest! The goddess who swears to protect her, but oh what is this? Only one bed? How convenient." Sadia sighed. "My dear Red, this is Wolf. The Wolf. He arrived here before you did, bearing lascivious intentions." "Why is he here?" Red asked weakly. "What does he want?" "You," Sadia replied. Then her eyes gouged into Wolf. "But I am the ruler of my realm, and nothing happens here without my saying so. Wolf tricked you and then found my home, hoping for a wish I do not grant anyone the likes of, though I admit, with remorse, that Wolf's manipulative tendencies seeped into me. For that I ask that you forgive me, Red." Red, baffled, said nothing. "Yes, this is regrettably what happens when a goddess plays with the devil," Sadia continued. "I blame myself for that. But now that Wolf has barged in here with his lecherous parade, perhaps we should talk, Red. Wolf, leave. Disappear until you are called upon. Consider my words specific instructions." Wolf chuckled, shook his head, and walked away. Sadia lay beside Red and cuddled her rigid body. She did not respond to the goddess' touch. "Red," she whispered, "if you would like to discuss this matter, then we shall. If not, I will open the way and trouble you no more." "Let's hear it," Red said. "Do you remember when I asked you earlier about men and women? About sexual intercourse?" Red nodded. "Today, you have learned things about your body and your desires you likely never would have under you mother's vigilant eye. Yes, Wolf was here the entire time, and yes, I lied. My intent, dear Red, was not to harm you. You see, though you have traveled a long journey of self-discovery in quick succession, you are still innocent, naïve. "Wolf desires intercourse with you. My plan was to introduce his proposition to you and let you consider it on your own terms. Were you to have said 'no' I would have promptly sent him away." "But what if I'd said 'yes?'" Red asked. "Everything I've heard doesn't make him sound like the most respectful guy." "He is not," Sadia said. "He is a deceiver and a trickster. That is the role he was created to play. But he is not evil in a malicious sense. To answer your question, however, should you say 'yes' I will serve as a guide and moderator. I am his goddess. He talks, but he fears me." "I, I understand, but, but I don't know anything," Red lamented. "I, I kinda, I'm curious I guess, but I'm scared, Miss Sadia." Sadia rubbed Red's back through the sheets. "There is nothing to fear. Under my watchful eye Wolf will be as gentle as the softest cloud. So Red, after taking all of this into consideration, what is your answer?" Red thought it over. "Send him in. Please." Sadia called out, "Wolf? You may reenter. And you'd better be dressed or prepare to be dust." There a huff and "hrmph!" followed by the sounds of trousers being pulled up and buttons being snapped. Wolf walked through the door-frame and strode toward the bed. "Stop!" Sadia commanded with a halting hand. Wolf did as asked. "We will proceed in the smallest grains of steps," the goddess decreed. "You shall not act unless Red is comfortable. She shall be in full control of her situation, and I shall be in full control of you, Wolf. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, yes, I heard it all from where I was standing," Wolf replied. "Good. Now then, since you took it upon yourself to gaze upon Red's flesh without her permission, it is appropriate that you remove your own garments before you see anything more of the young lady." She turned to Red. "Is this acceptable to you, my dear?" Red quickly nodded. She scooted up closer, mindful of the sheets still hiding her nakedness. She had never seen a naked man, not even in illustrations, and wondered what lay underneath this Wolf's clothing. Wolf unbuttoned his shirt. "Shall I proceed with a show for the little miss or be quick about it?" "It's fine like that," Red answered. Wolf's chest came into view. Red licked her lips when his pants dropped to the floor. With its shaft, thickness not unlike a bone, and bulbous head, the male organ had an interesting anatomical structure, she noted, almost like a machine. It stood upright at a direct angle; its tip glistened. "I will ask him to come closer," Sadia said. "Is this acceptable, Red?" "Huh? Oh yeah," Red answered in awe. Wolf walked forward. As his apparatus drew closer, Red's sex tingled. "This is the male genitalia," Sadia explained. "The proper terminology is 'penis,' though there are a multitude of synonyms one can employ, some fitting, others ridiculous." She demonstrated with her hand as she lectured. "This, appropriately enough, is called the 'head.' The trunk-like body area is referred to as the shaft. And these..." Sadia fondled Wolf's undercarriage. "...these are called 'testicles,' or 'balls' They produce a substance called 'semen,' which is necessary for pregnancy." "Pregnancy?" Red asked. "You mean make babies? How does this, stuff he has, do that?" Sadia did a double-take. "Surely your mother explained at least that?" Red shook her head. "I once asked her where babies came from but she said it was another question for my wedding night." "I pity her," Wolf said. "Quiet Wolf," Sadia admonished. Sadia explained human reproduction, about penises and vaginas, about eggs and sperm, about ovulation and childbirth. "So wait. If his, if his, um..." "Call it 'cum,'" Sadia said. "So if Wolf's 'cum' got inside me, couldn't it get me pregnant?" "A man could do so if he did not take the proper precautions," Sadia said, "but in Wolf's case he is sterile." "Sterile?" Red asked. "It means his cum cannot to fertilize your egg." "Ah. But how do you know that?" Sadia grinned. "Because I made him that way, my dear. But returning to our lesson, Wolf's dick, cock, refer to it as one of those if you would, is stiffened. Normally a man's cock is soft, or limp. It grows and lengthens when the man becomes excited." Red squeezed Wolf's hardness. "And, and this is supposed to go inside my..." "Call it a pussy." "Inside my pussy? It looks like it might hurt." "Not exactly," Sadia continued. "The man gets hard for the same reason a woman's pussy gets wet when she is aroused, so that the man may enter, penetrate, the woman with ease. Without getting hard the man cannot go inside, and your wetness allows him to slide, creating pleasure for both of you until he releases his cum." Red fidgeted, still stroking the erection. "Wow, Miss Sadia. Wow." The goddess smiled. "You know there are other places it can go as an alternative to your pussy, Red. The best way to get the most fun out of a cock is to enjoy it as long as you can. For instance, you could put it in your mouth." Red placed a hand on her sheet-covered chest. "My, my mouth? Sounds gross." "Please put in your mouth," Wolf begged, stimulated by Red's stroking hand. "That is your final warning Wolf," Sadia said. "No outbursts, no demands. Are we clear?" "Do I have permission to answer yay or nay, my goddess?" "Are we clear?" Wolf sighed in defeat. "Yes." "A cock is no more unsafe or unclean to put in your mouth than a finger," Lusatia explained to Red. "But if a man shoots his cum into my mouth, can that get me pregnant too?" Red asked. Sadia chuckled. "No, no. If you swallow a man's cum it will digest in your stomach. Cum is edible and safe to consume." "Then why would a man want to put his cock in a woman's mouth if it's not a pussy or it can't get her pregnant?" "So the woman can suck it," Sadia said, "commonly referred to as oral sex, oral copulation, or a 'blowjob.' The man receives great pleasure from it. Likewise, a man can also suck or lick a woman's pussy. Would you like to try it out on Wolf?" Red pulled the stiff member closer to her, but then stopped, unsure of what to do next. "Open your mouth," Sadia encouraged, "and just let the head slide slide in." Red leaned forward, hesitant, and slowly worked her mouth around Wolf's head. She didn't find the taste unpleasant and took him to the midpoint of his shaft. "Oh, oh my," Wolf exhaled. "Now gradually use your jaw muscles to work it in and out," Sadia said. "Be slow about it, not hasty. Take this time to familiarize yourself with a cock." Red tilted her head and sucked, using her saliva as lubricant. She controlled Wolf's appendage like a piston, causing Wolf to hiss and groan. "Very good," Sadia said. "Once you get used to it you can improvise. Men enjoy creative women. A cock is sensitive all over, far more so in certain spots. A good blowjob makes use of the mouth and tongue, leaving nothing ignored." Sadia and Wolf looked on as Red followed the suggestions. After warming up to the swollen member in her mouth, Red tapped into her creativity. She sucked and kissed Wolf's shaft. She licked the sides. "Stare into his eyes while doing it," Sadia said. The freckle-faced Red kissed the underside of Wolf's shaft before taking him back in. Her green-eyed gaze locked onto Wolf's. As he peered down at the redhead who was staring him down, he felt an approaching orgasm. "Goddess," Wolf groaned. "Wolf, no!" Sadia protested. Red appeared confused but continued sucking. "Don't you dare cum in her mouth!" the goddess demanded.