Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (10 page)

I’m becoming so big. I’m feeling so good.
It’s not right. It’s not right.

“Alice!”
the man called, an outstretched hand disappearing into the heart of her waters.

He
was gone.

And
as Alice heard the slaps of the waves licking the hallway walls while she
writhed in wrongful pleasure, a distant question struggled to speak in her
head.

How did he know my name?

Alice’s
big body pressed against hallway walls and the ceiling. She had to be doubled
over to fit. In her dazed state of hypersensitive arousal, she saw a table of
pies float by her.
Couldn’t be.

A
sign on the table said, “Humble Pie.” Desperate to try anything to stop the
growing, she snatched a pie between her thumb and first finger, accidentally
crushing the thing. She put the creamy crumbs to her lips. Odd. It smelled like
cherries and tasted like apples. Alice licked the sweet remnants off her
fingers. Her other hand pressed her dress between her legs, frantic to find an
off button.

What
next? What could she do to put out this blaze in her body?

But
there was no need to wonder for long. Her body began to shrink and, with it,
the fire of her desire.

This is right. Now I’m becoming a size
that fits me.

Alice
continued to shrink, smaller and smaller, right into the lake of her own
wetness. Down to the size of the hanged man.

Had
he also eaten the pie? Before she met him?

Alice
let the current take her out of the hall and into sunshine. But what was wrong
with the sky? It was a bright pink color. The sun wasn’t even setting! The warm
sun felt good on her wet face. But how was she going to return to her normal
size and get home? Getting her feet firmly on land was the first step.

She
saw a distant shore. At least it looked like a shore. She swam in its direction
and soon found herself wading near a blond-haired young man with a chiseled
chin. Looking at him did interesting things to her body.

“Hi!”
She gave him her best smile.

He
floated closer to her, his broad shoulders bobbing above the water line. “What
is this?”

“What’s
what?”

“I
was just gathering wood for tonight’s campfire when this lake suddenly appeared.”
He looked around at the encompassing lake “What happened?”

“Beats
me,” Alice lied. “I’m Alice. What’s your name?”

“Not
sure,” he said with a cool voice. “But everyone calls me ‘Rabbit’.”

“Everyone?”

“Yeah.”
Rabbit scowled looking around as if trying to find his “everyone.”

“Who’s
everyone? And how did you get here?”

“About
ten years ago we all shrunk down to this size, but none of us remembers why.
Something about boy scouts, scouting, eating pie… Something.”

Alice
imagined those square jaws eating pie, and then imagined those same jaws busy
between her legs. She forced herself free from the daydream. “Why do they call
you ‘Rabbit’?”

“None
of us remembers our real names, so we gave each other names of animals,” Rabbit
said still looking around. Alice’s smile didn’t seem to capture his attention.
“Except for our servant, of course.”

“You
have a servant?”

“Yes.”

“What’s
his
name?”

Rabbit
finally looked at Alice and frowned as though she had asked a strange question.
“Servant,” he replied.

Alice
laughed.

“What’s
so funny?”

Alice
floated on her back, her dress soaked and clinging to her skin. “Nothing.” A
servant called “Servant.” Would his wife’s married name become “Mrs. Wife”?

“What
are those bumps on your chest?”

Alice
dropped her legs back down into the water. “Shut up!” she laughed, covering her
breasts, her hands over the drenched material of her dress.

“Why?
What are they?”

Was
he serious? His face seemed serious.

Alice
examined this handsome, naked man further. Hard to tell below the water line,
but his body looked like it complemented his handsome face well.

“They’re
breasts,” she lowered her hands and tried to say matter-of-fact. The heat in
her face and swelling of her nipples suggested she’d failed.

He
put his hands on them. She gasped. He squeezed her breasts then pulled her
neckline to look down. Alice knew she should pull away, but became too
captivated by watching him explore and discover her body, his face so intent,
so driven, as though all the answers could be found down the front of her
dress.

Perhaps
they could. Her breathing got heavier. She was about to witness his sexual
discovery. As though he were a student. Did that make her the teacher?
Considering how little Alice knew of men, wasn’t it supposed to be the other
way around so that she was the student? Such an experience is the stuff of
fantasies. She was supposed to stop him, pull away from him. But just how much
of this sexual discovery would actually take place?

Is
it really possible for a guy to have never seen breasts before? Alice decided
to be passive. See how the moment played out. His education could lead to her
own.

He
stuck a hand down her dress and gripped a mound of her flesh, firmly but
gently. He tested a nipple with the tip of his fingers. He pinched it. Alice squealed
in delightful surprise and pulled her body away, but bent forward to keep his
hand down her dress. He squeezed her other breast and pushed the nipple in a
few times as if to see what the button did.

It
certainly did something.

He
didn’t know that the effect it had was happening down between her legs.

Too
soon, Rabbit removed his hand. Apparently no longer interested.

Alice
realized other parts of her body needed attention. Remaining passive went out
the window.
This young man can be my
study buddy, and if I let him stop now, I’ll never get to find out from him how
to touch a man.

“Have
you seen Dinah?” she said.

“Who’s
Dinah?”

“That’s
what I call my pussy. Do you want to see?”

“I’m
allergic to cats.” Rabbit waded away from her.

Alice
followed and laughed. “Not a cat, a pussy.”

“What’s
the difference?”

“You
know what it’s like to pet a cat, don’t you?”

“Yes,
but I’m allergic to cats.”

“Well,
give me your hand and I’ll show you what it’s like to pet a pussy.”

Alice
took his hand and guided it under the water to between her legs. She relished
Rabbit’s reaction. He scowled and stuck his finger deeper without any further
coaxing. Alice moaned and curled her toes.

“What…What
is that?” Rabbit asked. “Is there something inside?”

“You’ll
just have to keep looking,” Alice said wrapping her legs around his waist and
resting her arms around his shoulders. Two fingers were inside her now,
wiggling trying to get deeper.

“This
is a strange box,” he said wriggling a third finger inside. “Are you sure
there’s something in it?”

“Keep
looking,” Alice breathed heavily.

His
fingers persisted, deeper still, reaching, digging, seeking a treasure Alice
knew he’d never find.

“Hey!”
a voice called out.

Rabbit
removed his fingers in a flash.

Alice
whimpered. “No!” She didn’t want it to stop. His fingers were doing wonderful
things to her. There was nothing worse than turning on the oven without putting
in the cake.

“Look!”
The young man pointed. “Land! Come on!”

Alice
sighed and swam after him, following him toward the shore. The nearby shore
seemed surrounded by trees. But they weren’t trees, they were blades of grass,
so incredibly tall! They didn’t even look green. They looked like a royal blue.
How odd! What was this strange, wondrous land? Some bizarre wonderland?

Where
was Rabbit? There he was, nearing the shore.

Having
a man’s fingers touch her felt so much better than using her own. If he’d kept
on drilling her with his fingers, would she have come? As he stepped out of the
water, Alice’s jaw dropped at just how well sculpted Rabbit’s body really was.
He wore nothing at all. His cock just hung freely, a long taper candle-sized
thing unfettered, untethered. There were dozens of other men there, too, all of
them naked. But not a single woman. She didn’t understand. How could she be the
only woman there? Was this an exclusive men’s club?

Alice
admired their chests. Some hairy, some smooth, some lean, some stout, and all
of them had ample muscles bulging at their arms. Their pricks were all
different sizes. She thought of the implications of being the only woman and it
made her tingle.

Oh, I am a naughty girl!

Chapter 5

“Look
at us,” Rabbit complained. “We are all wet. How shall we get dry?”

“Let’s
run a race!” suggested another man. So the men all started running around without
any clear indication of where the race began or where the race ended.

To
Alice the men looked like idiots running around randomly as if it would help
them dry off. Watching their cocks bob up and down as they ran entertained her.
Many of the penises were small bouncy things, but there were a few of the men,
Rabbit included, who had actual phalluses. Long, thick trunks flopping out in
front of their hips.

The
men ran for what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, trying to get ahead of one
another and turning at random points. Alice giggled and got to get a good look
at their bottoms, too. Many men had big, flabby bums, but a few of the men were
blessed with firm ones, like Rabbit.

Alice
gathered up her dress and wrung it out. The warm sun in that strange pink sky
would have to do the rest. She sat on a large rock that was probably just a
small stone. But now that Alice had shrunk to a tiny size, everything seemed
huge. Although that didn’t explain the strange colors of this wonderland.

After
five more minutes of running, the men stopped and doubled over to catch their
breath. Alice watched their buff chests inflate and deflate, their tanned skin
shiny with sweat.

Through
deep breaths, one of the men managed to say, “I’m…still…wet.”

“Me…too,”
another said catching his breath.

“Let’s
jump back into the lake to return all the moisture to it.” Rabbit didn’t seem
to be out of breath at all.

Alice
laughed out loud.

“What’s
so funny?” Rabbit asked.

“Look
at dee men,” Alice said using her best Spanish accent. “Dey put ‘dee men’ back
in ‘dementia.’ ”

“What?”

“Nothing,”
Alice said smiling. “It’s a great idea. Have at it. You can make another race
of it.” It looked like they needed direction.

So
the men jumped back in and swam all around the lake in random directions, trying
to outdo each other.

A
man with a buff chest and grey ponytail climbed out first. The other men
followed. Alice took a mental picture of these nude men, everything hanging
out. Yum! She called out to them, “So who won?”

“What?”
one of them asked.

“Who
won the race?”

“We
all did,” another said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The
others nodded their heads.

“What
did you win?” Alice asked amused.

One
of the men rolled his eyes like it was another stupid question and said,
“Prizes.”

“And
who’s giving you your prizes?” Alice chuckled. She had to admit, having a
conversation with a crowd of clueless naked men was a blast. Just wait until
she told Lois about this!

This
time, the men looked at each other as though searching for the answer.

“We
need to find the box of prizes,” the man with the grey ponytail finally said.

Then
Rabbit pointed straight at Alice and said, “She has a box of prizes!”

“What?”
Then Alice realized what Rabbit was talking about. Alice held up her hands to
stop them. “Now just one minute! I don’t have any prizes.”

“But
you have a box, right?” Rabbit said.

“Well,
yes, in a manner of speaking.”

“Let
me take a look.” The grey ponytailed elder approached Alice.

“Wait!”
Alice stopped the elder in his tracks. The grizzled man stood still as if
waiting for Alice to change her mind. She knew they wouldn’t be satisfied until
someone made sure her “box” was empty. And after that bout with Rabbit’s
exploring hands, the tingling in her body actually enjoyed the prospect of
satisfying their curiosity. “Not you,” Alice said to the elder and turned to
Rabbit. “Him.”