Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (12 page)

“I
hope it’s still here.” Stuffing her hand in her pocket she found what she was
looking for. Yes!
The Story of O!

“Stop!
Stop!” Alice shouted. “I have a much better story to read you!”

The
men talked all at once. “Better than
The
Non-Disclosure Agreement
?” and “Does it have any life-threatening clichés
in it?” and “You can read?”

“This
is MUCH better than
The Non-Disclosure Agreement
and no, there are no life-threatening clichés in it.” Alice waved the book over
her head like a trophy.

“What’s
it called?” Several men wanted to know.

Alice
read the title aloud, “It’s called
The
Story of…
” That was strange. The title changed.

“Stupid
title,” one man said.

“Yeah,
kind of leaves you hanging,” another said.

“No—”
Alice stared at the cover. “I didn’t finish reading the full title. It’s
just…the title changed.”

“Read
the full title, already,” a man whined.

“It
says,
The Story of OMH
."

“Oh,
now that’s a good title!” One man cried quite pleased.

Alice
opened the book and began to read aloud. “ ‘Old Mother Hubbard lived in a
cupboard…’ “

“What’s
a mother?” One man asked.

Alice
was in a haze. The words had completely changed and they didn’t know what a
mother was? “Don’t you have parents?”

The
men looked baffled.

“A
mother is a woman, okay? Like the queen. Like me. You are all men and I’m a
woman.”

“What’s
the difference?” the elder asked.

“You
know,” Alice gestured to their cocks. “You have…things. And I don’t.”

“Oh!
You have a box,” Rabbit said.

“Right,”
Alice said. Thank goodness that was straightened out. No need to explain the
difference between men and women by comparing genitals, anymore.

“Okay,
keep reading,” another man begged.

“
‘Old Mother Hubbard lived in a cupboard eating her curds and whey…’ ” That
wasn’t even how the real nursery rhyme went. She decided to read a little
further. “ ‘Along came a candlestick, Jack was nimble, Jack was quick…’ ” Alice
stopped, distracted. Lord! Several men around her were fondling themselves,
rolling their semi-hard cocks in their fingers.

Alice
squeezed her legs together. A little buzz whistled through her body.

She
read on. “ ‘Jack jumped over three blind mice. Three blind mice.’ ” Through the
corner of her eye she could see their hands move faster. Her nipples pebbled
hard from being surrounded by all these turned-on men. She liked the feelings
coursing through her. Maybe this experience would lead to orgasm. That would be
nice. Who knows? Maybe that’s what she needed to get back to her normal size.
Then she could go home.

She
decided to give them something to really get turned on about.

Alice
pretended to keep on reading, reciting a fantasy instead. “And Jack was a
fireman with a yellow slicker and red hard hat. He carried an enormous ax into
the burning building. Once inside, he heard a lady’s voice cry out. ‘Help!’ It
came from behind a bedroom door. The fireman used—”

“What’s
a ‘fire man’?” one man said.

Alice
glanced up from her book. All the men were stroking their cocks hard. She
snapped her head back down to the book she was no longer reading, feeling more
than just her face grow hot.

“You
know.” She squirmed in her seat. “A man that puts out a fire.”

“Like
Rabbit!” another man said.

“What?”
Alice said without looking up.

“Rabbit
is in charge of putting out the fires,” the voice of the elder said. “Please.
Continue.”

So
Alice did. “The fireman opened the bedroom door, but as soon as he entered,
burning beams collapsed behind him, blocking their exit! Without a moment to
lose, the fireman went—”

“Stupid
name,” someone said.

“What?”
Alice asked again, keeping her eyes in the book.

“If
he puts out fires, why do they call him a ‘fire man’? Why don’t they call him a
‘fire-out man’ or a ‘no-fire man’?”

The
others sounded as annoyed by the comment as Alice felt. They said, “Shh!” and
“Quiet!” and “Let her finish!” and “She can read!”

The
elder said, “Just replace the word ‘fire man’ with ‘Rabbit’. Please. Continue.”

Alice
nodded to herself. “Well, the fire…
Rabbit
went to the window and shouted down to the other…rabbits. He called out to
them, ‘There’s a lady trapped up here, but we’re out of harm’s way for now.
We’ll wait for you to put out the fire and come get us,’ He turned to the lady
and was startled to see she was his high school sweetheart Sarah. Not only was
he surprised to see this woman he had loved just a few years ago, before she
had left town to go to university, but he was also surprised at how beautiful
she still was. Even more than he remembered. She wore a white blouse with
powder blue buttons and a navy blue skirt. ‘Rabbit,’ Sarah said, for she had
recognized him, too. ‘This is an odd place for a reunion date, don’t you
think?’ She tried to smile, but Rabbit saw the worry in her eyes. ‘Don’t worry,
Sarah,’ Rabbit said. ‘Help is on its way and afterwards I’ll show you a reunion
date you’ll never forget. Meanwhile, we got to keep the door closed and the
smoke out.’ Rabbit closed the door. Sarah said, ‘Oh, Rabbit! I’m so scared!’
She hugged him tight, pressing her breasts into his chest. Then she laughed,
saying, ‘You know what? I’ve always had a fantasy of being stuck in a room with
a firem-…a rabbit.’ Rabbit looked down at her in his arms. Her white blouse was
unbuttoned to the lace of her bra. And—”

“What’s
a ‘bra’?”

If
Alice wasn’t mistaken, the voice sounded like it came from the same guy who
interrupted her before. She waited for the others to tell him to shut up, but
no one seemed to protest his question.

“You
know,” Alice said, keeping her eyes averted from their busy hands. “The garment
that holds up a woman’s…breasts.”

“Are
you wearing a ‘bra’?” another asked.

Alice
pursed her lips. “Yes.”

Voices
called out. “Show us!” and “Yes! Show us!” and “I want to see what one looks
like!” and “She reads quite well!”

“No!”
Alice laughed.

“Please?”
and “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” and “Quiet, Fox! You don’t even know
what a cherry is!” and “Pretty sure it’s a writing implement!”

Alice
thought about how odd her refusal was. Here they were, naked all day every day,
and she was embarrassed to show them the equivalent of a bathing suit top?

“Fine,”
Alice said, still not looking at them. She took off her white apron by reaching
behind her waist and neck to untie the lace. After setting the apron on the
ground, she pulled the puffed, blue sleeves of her dress down below her
breasts. “This is a bra.”

“Thank
you,” the elder’s voice said. “Please. Continue.”

Alice
wondered why they didn’t ask to see her breasts. Surely they were like Rabbit
in that they hadn’t seen a woman’s chest before. But as Alice looked down
pretending to read, her white bra and cleavage in full view of these naked men,
and her nipples poking against the cotton, she was glad they didn’t ask her to
reveal more of herself. She felt exposed enough as it was.

“So
Rabbit saw the lace of Sarah’s bra, and her short skirt revealed her long,
smooth legs. Rabbit looked into Sarah’s deep brown eyes and then kissed her
hard.”

Alice
noticed the men’s hand movements with her peripheral vision. They were stroking
their cocks with such speed! Alice wanted to look directly at them, wanted to
see their sighing faces and compare their lengths and thicknesses. The idea of
all these men! She felt an itch that needed scratching. Alice let her legs
drift apart and rested her free hand on her dress between her thighs to apply a
little pressure on her sweet spot.

“Rabbit
put a hand on her bottom,” she continued, “to press her body closer to him,
closer to his hard…thing between his legs. Rabbit put his other hand on her
breast and squeezed it through her blouse.”

Talking
about Rabbit this way while he sat right next to her stroking himself was more
than she could handle. Alice tried to be subtle about lifting the fabric of her
dress so that her finger had direct access to her itch. She used the book to
hide her hand sliding down her panties. The men were panting all around her,
pumping their pricks with their hands. It was like being surrounded by primal
magnificent beasts in heat.

Alice
slipped a finger through her folds and found her desperate clit that yearned
for—something.

“Rabbit
took hold of each lapel on her blouse and yanked apart Sarah’s blouse, the
buttons spilling like broken pearls to the floor. With a heaving bosom, she
reached for the back clasp of her bra and let it fling off her breasts. Rabbit
planted a full mouth over her nipple and sucked on it. She stuck her hand down
his pants and grabbed a hold of his thing. ‘Stick it inside me,’ she moaned.
Rabbit took off his slicker coat, revealing a full, well-built chest of hair.”

Alice
snuck a peak at Rabbit’s chest next to her remembering the way he explored her
breasts, the way his fingers wiggled inside her. She admired the way he fisted
the full length of his cock.

Alice
sunk two fingers deep inside herself.

“Rabbit
had on suspenders holding up his yellow pants. But Sarah soon took care of
that. She snapped off the suspenders from his shoulders and pulled down his
pants. Rabbit picked her up and carried her to the bed and threw her down onto
it. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. He said, ‘I’ve missed you
so much, Sarah,’ and he lay down on top of her and thrust his thing into her
pussy.”

“What’s
a pussy?” the same interrupting man said.

Damn that man and his questions!

Alice
stopped moving her fingers and kept them motionless inside her. She felt
herself involuntarily squeeze around her fingers. What if the men caught her
touching herself? The question suddenly seemed empty. Caught masturbating by
naked, masturbating men? Maybe it was a ridiculous fear but she hoped the book
covered her hand well enough as she answered him. “You know, what every woman
has between her legs. Even the queen has one. You know, a box?”

“The
queen has a box?” another man asked.

“Yes,”
Alice said.

“And
Rabbit put his penis in Sarah’s box?”

“Yes.”

“And
the queen has a box? A…pussy?”

“Yes,”
Alice said getting frustrated.

“What’s
that feel like?”

The
elder shouted, “No! No! No! Don’t use the word ‘like!’ It’s too dangerous.
Instead use the word ‘imagine’.”

Alice
looked up to the pink sky to find the words. “Imagine,” she said, “your…thing
inside a glove. A warm, moist glove.”

She
noticed all the men looking like they were trying to picture something. Their
cocks in the queen’s pussy perhaps? Maybe. Because all of a sudden they stroked
harder.

“Please,”
the elder said. “Continue.”

“So
Rabbit kissed her passionately. His tongue entwined with hers. And he shoved
his thing deep inside Sarah’s pussy. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed
his thing in and out of her.”

The
men were moaning now, breathing heavier and heavier. Rabbit had both hands on
his cock, stroking to her every word. Alice wiggled her fingers deeper inside
of her as quietly as she could, her thumb stimulating the nub between her
folds. She had to at least glance! Her eyes stole frequent glances at Rabbit’s
hand-to-cock jerks.

“
‘Hurry, Rabbit,’ Sarah said. ‘I hear the others coming. I want to feel you
shoot inside me.’ ‘Not until you have an orgasm first,’ Rabbit said. (glance)
And he kept on shoving his thing (glance) in and out of her pussy (glance)
until she screamed with an orgasm running through her entire body. (glance) And
then Rabbit let loose (glance), squirting stream after stream inside her pussy
(glance) until he felt like he had died and gone to heaven!”

A
man cried out, stood, and pointed his cock to the sandy floor, and Alice saw
ropes of white seed shoot from his cock into the sand. Then the man fell to the
ground.

All
the other men stopped with horrified looks on their faces.

What
was wrong? What happened?

“
‘Like he had died and gone to heaven’?!” Rabbit asked with anger in his voice.

One
of them felt the man’s pulse and just shook his head sadly. They all looked at
Alice.

Rabbit
shouted at her, “Why would you do that?!”

They
all yelled at her. “Go away!” and “Leave us alone!” and “Get out of here!” and
“I’m certain it’s a writing implement!”

Alice
quickly got up and left for the woods. Even in her haste, she noticed the dead
man had a smile on his face.