“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
