Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (9 page)

Alice
said, “Well, which is it? You chose it or someone put you there? Can’t you make
up your mind?”

“Of
course not! I’m suspended! Mmm, I would die for a taste of your lips.”

“Why
are you hard?” Alice blurted out motioning to his cock.

“Excuse
me?”

“Your…thing.
Why is it so hard?”

“Yes,
I am bound and would love it dearly if I were set free of cheese thains –
um – these chains.”

Alice
released a breath of exasperation. Didn’t matter how built this guy was, his
odd responses were infuriating.

“Never
mind,” Alice said. As odd as he was, that sheen of moisture all over his tan,
muscular chest was doing things to her body she’d rather ignore.

“Didn’t
I answer your question?” the man said.

“You
know you didn’t.”

“Could
be. Which question did I knowingly not answer?”

Alice
huffed. “Your thing.” She gestured to his cock again. “It’s hard. I’m wondering
why you don’t soften or spurt or something. Seems like you’ve been there a
while.” She mumbled this last bit.

“That’s
just what I was talking about.”

Alice
couldn’t pull her eyes away from his ripped abs.

“My
release,” he said. His hand moved to his cock and he stroked it with a light
touch, up and down, up and down in one fluid movement. “You see – I am
unable to do it. I’m a prisoner of being at a constant verge of climax.”

Really?
Alice looked away.
He’s
going to touch himself in front of me? I should just walk away. Give him some
privacy.
But Alice noticed her feet didn’t want to budge. Not just her
feet, but her eyes, too. It was so hard to stop looking back at what he was
doing. It was a full day of firsts. Alice had never seen a naked man pleasure
himself before. She remembered what Jack said in her dream.
You don’t know a thing about how to
please a man, do you?
Maybe this was a good time to learn.

Alice
watched him stroke himself. She noticed how he pumped up
and
down, as though one direction didn’t feel any better than the
other. Was that how Jack touched himself? Or did he do it differently to make
himself come?

Alice
shook it off. What did she care how Jack did it? It wasn’t like she would ever
become intimate enough with him to find out. Carol was the beautiful one. If
anyone would discover Jack’s intimate moments it would be her sister’s friend.

Alice
would never have Jack, no matter how much she wanted him. The truth was she’d
probably never have any man.

You don’t know a thing about how to
please a man, do you?

If
she were to learn how, she’d have to take on a more hands-on approach.

She
inhaled the upside down man’s sweet sweaty scent. “Would you like me to help
you … be released?”

“Would
you? I would be so honored to be helped by someone as beautiful as you.”

Alice
smiled. At least
he
thought she was
beautiful. If Jack didn’t think so, then maybe he’d change his mind once he
just happened to find out what she’d done for this stranger. Her heart pattered
in her chest.

She
could just picture it:

“You did what?!”
Jack would say with gritted teeth and
veins bulging from his red neck. The way he’d become angry and turned on,
jealous and lustful at the same time, tickled Alice. The very thought of it.
Maybe Jack was the one who needed to learn his lesson.

“Come,”
the hanged man said. “Let me taste your lips.”

Alice
admired the thick scruff of a beard on his square jaw. His round, rich brown
eyes conveyed innocence. An innocence that reminded her of how her girlfriends
seemed to label her as innocent. A brand she wanted to quash.

Alice
bent and tenderly kissed his tiny lips. His beard tickled.

She
pulled back a bit to see his upside down expression. His eyes were half closed.
He looked blissful, like her cat Dinah when Alice scratched her chin. When he
opened his eyes, they popped wide. Alice saw where he was looking. Straight
down her dress. She smiled. Probably never saw such “beautifully big” breasts
before, either.

She
kissed him again. His small lips explored her mouth, his tongue touching every
surface of her lips. He pecked her, nibbled her, pressed his tongue against
hers and lavished her lips with his passion. Alice pictured Jack watching all
of this, and getting angrier and angrier.

She
opened her eyes as she continued to kiss the hanged man, and watched him stroking
his cock with fervor. Wow! He really enjoyed what she was doing to him.
Recognizing this effect she had on him just by kissing him made her nipples
harden.

If
kissing him got him this worked up, Alice wondered how he’d react to a little
more.

She
closed her eyes and still kissing him, tongues entwined, she placed her hands
on his chest. It was warm and moist with his sweat. His heart pounded. His
chest hairs tickled her fingers as she slid her hands higher, closer to his
waist. She opened her eyes.

How
close could she get her fingers to his cock without actually touching it?

The
hanged man broke the kiss and gasped, his hands shuttling faster along his
length.

Alice
brought her hands back down to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding at
a steady tempo. He kissed her deeply. She wanted to see just how much he
responded to her touches, but didn’t want to break the kiss.

She
slid only one hand this time along his skin close to his tip. With the other
hand she felt his heart speed up matching the increased tempo of his hand
strokes.

Amazing
that she could have such control over a man’s heartbeat. She could get a man so
excited. Maybe pleasing a man wasn’t so hard after all.
It’s this,
Alice told herself.
This
is what Jack’s missing.

Alice
broke the kiss, and dipped her face to his neck and then his chest, leaving a
trail of little pecks along the way.

The
hanged man sighed and she inched further up.

Alice’s
hands pressed faster, up and down his torso as she placed kisses upon his
chest. Each kiss was more like a lick that ended in a kiss. The salty sweat she
tasted made her head swim.

The
hanged man moaned and she inched further up.

She
kissed his belly, lapping circles around his naval. Her hands reached to his
thighs and caressed his legs, soft with velvety dark hair. His musky scent was
stronger here. Alice squeezed her thighs together. Just the tartness of his
scent made her tingle.

The
hanged man groaned and she inched further up.

Alice
placed kisses at his waist. Her kisses outlined the space around his shaft
giving him the room he needed to continue pumping his fist along its length.
She ran her hands along the insides of his thighs, and slowly drifted towards
the spot between his legs. That line between his legs was hot slick with his
sweat. The intimacy of getting to touch this steaming spot on a man!

Jack
would never know the feeling.

Alice
could make this stranger gasp, sigh, moan, and groan.

Jack
would never have that experience.

Not by
your
fingers,
a
voice inside Alice said.
But perhaps by
Carol’s
fingers…and mouth!
 

Alice
became livid. She shoved aside the man’s hand from his cock.

He
whimpered. She swallowed him whole.

“Yes!”
he said. “Put that big lovely mouth around me!”

So
this was it.

The
first time she tasted a cock. His skin was hot. Salty. Her tongue glided across
the smooth ridge on his cock’s head.

It
wasn’t difficult for Alice to get the whole length inside her mouth. The entire
man was small enough that she could probably fit his fist in her mouth.

Jack’s
size was another story, though. Alice guessed she wouldn’t be able to swallow
his full length. But if
she
wasn’t
able to, neither was Carol.

Alice
decided to do all the things to this hanged man that Carol would never be able
to do on Jack, just in case Alice needed to shock Jack with tales of her own
talents.

Alice
suckled on his cock and angled to watch his face. He was in ecstasy, emitting
sounds that could only be a sign of torture or a sign of bliss. In this case,
probably both.

Alice
ran her hands around his waist and grabbed his ass, a handful of firm flesh in
each hand. She moved her head back and forth, imitating the hand she replaced.
She swirled her tongue around his hot length. She was feeling the heat, too.
Sweat collected under her breasts. Moisture dripped between her thighs.

His
moans were louder now. Alice felt dizzy at the power she had over him. She
could make this hanged man experience incredible pleasure with her hands and
with her mouth and she could take it all away from him if she wanted to by
simply stopping. She was in control.

But
the power excited her too much to stop. Alice licked his cock like a lollipop.
She sucked it, tongued it, slipped the tip of her tongue in the tip of his
cock. Then dived completely along the shaft, taking his balls in her mouth
along the way. A sensation Jack would never know.

The
hanged man bellowed.

With
his free hand he gripped the back of her head and shouted, “Drink me!”

Alice
cupped her hand hard against her pussy. Her heart hammered out of her as if to
replace her voice.
I can make a man come!

Alice
suckled hard at the hanged man’s cock. She was ready to swallow everything he
had. Even though she’d never been with a man, she’d read enough to know what
was coming next.

Then
he yelled triumphant, inarticulate.

Alice
felt squirt after squirt of his climax go down her throat. It tasted salty. She
liked it, really liked it.

He
shouted his release. More came. And kept coming. The whole time, the hanged man
screamed his joy.

Alice’s
mouth flooded with his essence. The room echoed the arousing sounds of his
cries. His exhilaration got her so excited.

She
pressed her chest as close to him as she could, hugging him. Through her dress,
she rubbed her breasts against him. All the while, she kept her mouth clamped
tight around him, and swallowed, sucked and drank it all down.

The
hot liquid warmed inside her belly.

When
Alice noticed there was nothing more to drink, she licked the surrounding seed
off his shaft until it was wiped clean with her tongue. She let his cock flop
out from her mouth and she sat down on the ground.

If Jack could see me now…

The
hanged man’s chains rattled and released, dropping him. He hit the ground with
a thud.

“Ooh!”
Alice reached out to him. “Are you okay?”

The
man rubbed his head. He smiled up at Alice. “Never better, beautiful one.”

Alice
was surprised to see the chains react by themselves that way. But she hardly
had a moment to consider why when she noticed something even stranger. The
walls were shrinking. Either the hallway was getting smaller, or she was
getting bigger.

“What’s
happening to me?”

“You
drank me,” the man said. “Words can’t describe the beautiful woman you’re
becoming.”

Her
belly tingled. What was happening? The tingling spread up and down, to her
pussy and nipples. She curled her toes and clutched her breasts, attempting to
squeeze all the tingling out of it. Larger and larger, she grew.

Alice
now had to duck so she didn’t hit the ceiling. Being this big felt wrong. Not
that it was wrong to be big, but wrong for
her
to be big.

She
didn’t deserve it.

Her
skin felt like it was stretching. Something was dripping down her thighs.

“Well
I’ll be a tucked foy!” The man splashed about and stared at his submerged feet.
“You’re causing a little flood down here!”

“Oh!
I’m sorry!” Alice squeezed her thighs together, but it just made it worse, just
made her more excited. She closed her eyes at the overpowering sensations
rushing through her.

“It’s
not me,” she moaned. “This is not me!”

Alice
had to sit down. Liquid splashed around her.

She
was sitting in a pond of her own juices. Beside her, the man was swimming. Her
little pond had become his lake.

The
more he swam towards Alice, the more distant he became. A strong current was
pulling him away from her.

“I’m
afraid,” he sputtered. “I can’t…”

While
distracted by the arousal washing through her body and leaving out between her
legs, Alice could do no more than watch as the current sped him away from her.
She shivered with hot pleasure.