Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

by Melinda DuChamp

  She tried cupping her breasts in her hands and teasing her nipples. She tried spreading her legs and massaging her most sensitive spot. She tried walking closer to the couples. She tried standing on one foot. She even tried out some arm raising of her own. But nothing seemed to work. Watching these obviously bored couples going through the motions without even making a peep was depressing, not arousing. Alice wished she had her rabbit vibrator, but that damn thing seemed to disappear on a regular basis.

  “Psst!” someone said from beyond a hedge. “The garden is more beautiful from up here on the hill.”

  Alice turned in that direction, but she couldn’t see anyone.

  “Psst!” Came the voice again. “If you don’t get out of there quickly, you’ll be planted in one of those beds for sure.”

  “Who said that?” Alice asked. “The tree?”

  “Trees don’t talk, dumb ass. Hurry up!”

  Alice took one last glance at the fornicating people, none of whom was looking to be having an enjoyable time at all, and then she scampered through a gap in the hedge and down a twisty-turny path until a green lawn opened in front of her. Lounging on the lawn were three nude women, one with dark skin, orange hair and tiger stripes tattooed all over her body, reaching down to the sculpted hair around her special place; one with pale pink hair, voluptuous curves and glittering rings piercing lush rosy nipples; and one with her brunette hair tied in pigtails and her shockingly fair body looking fresh as dew in the morning.

  Alice glanced around, but there were no beds here, no missionary position, not even any men.

  “What is this place?” she asked the women.

  “We’re the wild flowers.”

  Now this made no sense to Alice. “I’m afraid I don’t understand. Although the three of you are beautiful, you’re not flowers. Not literally.”

  “Sure we are,” said the orange one with tiger stripes. “I’m Lily.”

  “And I’m Rose,” said the pink woman with the lavish breasts.

  The last, who looked delicate and sweet and the same precise age as Alice (because, of course, the youngest she could possibly be in this book is eighteen), giggled. “I’m Daisy,” she said with a southern twang.

  “I’m Alice. So you are flowers because you have flower names.”

  “Now you’re just stating the obvious,” said Lily.

  Alice frowned. She hated being scolded, even by exotic-looking naked women. But scolding, as much as Alice detested it, always made her want to try harder. So try harder, she did. “And you’re wild, because you have colored hair and tattoos?”

  “I don’t have colored hair or tattoos,” said Daisy.

  “Then why are you wild flowers?”

  “We’re the ones lucky enough to escape the beds,” said Lily with a naughty wink.

  “Oh, I get it. Flower beds.”

  “Yes,” said Rose, “Violet, Dahlia, Iris, Pansy, and Marigold are all stuck in the beds, following the Red Queen’s rules.”

  “So you don’t follow the rules?” asked Alice, a wicked thrill making her nipples tighten.

  “Of course not,” said Lily, who seemed to be the leader. “We’re wild, after all.”

  Alice already liked this place much better than the courtyard of beds. “So you can do anything in any position and follow your sexual fantasies?”

  “We certainly can,” said Rose, and as if to prove it, she began to play with her abundant breasts, pulling and twisting the sparkly rings until her nipples jutted out from her pillowy areolas, more erect than any nipples Alice had ever seen, even the White Queen’s.

  Now Alice had always found women’s curves to be beautiful—they were the subjects of paintings and sculpture, after all. But never in a million years did she dream she would find another woman’s breasts this arousing. The sheer lavishness of Rose’s made her want to touch them, to suckle them, to caress them with her own.

  And it wasn’t just Rose’s, she realized. Lily’s breasts were much smaller, but perfectly rounded and firm. Her nipples were tight as well, jutting hard like bullets, dark against Lily’s rich, chocolate skin.

  And then there was Daisy, hers white and pure, her areolas pink and delicate, nipples perky.

  And as Alice drank in the variety of mammary beauty, she found herself fondling her own. Her mounds were larger than Daisy’s or Lily’s, yet half the size of Rose’s plush curves. But they had a firmness that felt good in her palms, and she’d liked the weight of them bouncing when the Red King had thrust into her. Alice’s nipples tingled, and she played with them while recalling the lovemaking. The yearning within her reached a fever pitch.

  “You like looking at tits, Alice?”

  Alice flushed a little. “I suppose I was staring. I apologize.”

  “No need,” said Rose. She rose to her feet and stepped close to Alice. “But there are some things more fun than staring. Like touching. Would you like to massage mine, Alice?”

  Alice looked at those sumptuous breasts, the soft, puffy, cloud-like areolas and prominent nipples just inches from her own. Rose was wearing some sort of lotion that glistened like vegetable oil, and Alice couldn’t help wondering if Rose’s breasts would feel slippery if Alice stuck out her chest, leaned forward and pressed hers to them.

  Sweat bloomed on Alice’s skin, and wet heat pooled between her thighs. She pulled her gaze away, not sure where to look.

  Lily and Daisy stood and stepped close to her, as well. Now wherever Alice directed her eyes, there were soft mounds to touch and erect nipples begging to be licked and sucked and…

  “Um… Are there any men around?”

  Lily smiled slyly. “Have you ever rubbed your tits against another woman’s nipples, Alice?”

  Alice’s throat felt dry, and to her horror, her nipples tingled, hard and erect at the thought.

  “Um… I like it when men suck my nipples. Especially when another man is thrusting into me from behind.”

  Rose arched her back and brushed her prominent nipples against Alice’s as the White Queen had done earlier. Only the White Queen had not been wearing jewelry, and the addition of the silver rings embedded with diamonds made a shiver ripple over Alice’s whole body and zing straight to the core of her femininity.

  “You liked that, didn’t you, Alice?” asked Rose and rubbed against Alice again, and her skin was indeed slippery.

  An involuntary moan issued from Alice’s lips. She had to get ahold of herself. “I like it when men…”

  “You sure talk about men-folk a lot,” said Daisy, as she dipped her delicate fingers into the V between Alice’s thighs, making her gasp. “And yet, you are mighty wet. Mighty wet.”

  “Do our tits turn you on, Alice?” Lily took Alice’s hand and cupped it over a tattooed breast. Her nipple poked between Alice’s fingers.

  Alice rolled it with her fingertips despite herself. “I’m… I’m not gay.”

  “Well, bless your heart. You don’t have to be gay, Alice.” Daisy slid her finger against one side of Alice’s clitoris, then the other, sending powerful tremors through Alice’s body.

  “She’s right, you know, Alice.” Lily slid a hand under Alice’s bottom and skated a finger inside her pleasure tunnel. “You just have to enjoy yourself.”

  “Are you enjoying yourself, Alice dear?” asked Rose, pressing her bodacious breasts firmly against Alice’s and gliding her nipples up and down.

  Alice was confused… and incredibly turned on… which confused her even more. “But if I enjoy myself, doesn’t that mean I’m gay?”

  “Well, I’m gay,” said Daisy.

  “And I’m gay,” said Rose. “Is there a problem with that?”

  “No,” Alice said, and for the first time, she really thought about that question and what she was feeling, and realized that was really how she felt.

  Could it be that she had accused Lewis of being gay when really it was her who was a lesbian all along? “I guess I have to be gay then,” she concluded aloud.

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sp; “You don’t have to be anything,” said Lily. “We are what we are. There shouldn’t be a have to.”

  “But I’m having sex with three women,” said Alice. “So I must be a lesbian, right?”

  “I’m not a lesbian,” said Lily. “I enjoy both men and women. If anything, I’m more partial to a good, stiff cock. But I’d say I’m pansexual.”

  “What do you mean? You’re turned on by pots and pans?”

  Lily laughed. “I’m attracted to all people, regardless of gender. I just like sex. Giving and receiving pleasure. Perhaps you’re like that as well.”

  Now Alice was really sweating and throbbing and tingling. She was also still confused. “So I can like both playing with your nipples and having sex with a man?”

  “You can like anything you want, Alice. Just as you should be tolerant of what others like.”

  And Alice couldn’t argue with that, but truth be told, she couldn’t argue with anything right then, with Rose’s nipples stroking hers, Daisy toying with her sensitive nubbin, and Lily plunging two fingers into her special place. Alice was unable to focus on anything but how good she felt.

  Except, maybe, that she wanted to make the others feel good, too.

  She ran her hand down Lily’s belly and over the pubic hair sculpted with tiger stripes.

  “Now you’re getting the idea,” cooed Lily and spread her legs.

  Lily was as wet as Alice, and as Alice slid her fingers over her stiff clitoris and dipped into her garden of delight, she felt a thrill that she must have excited these three as much as they’d excited her.

  Next she lowered her mouth to one of Rose’s generous nipples and ran her tongue over the stiff peak.

  “Oh, honey,” Rose said on a breath.

  Alice suckled and licked and massaged the full mounds.

  Daisy dropped to her knees and began to lick Alice in the precious spot where Daisy’s fingers first had fondled. And between Rose in her mouth, her fingers inside Lily, and Daisy lapping at her center of desire, Alice’s legs started to shake. “Oh my,” she exclaimed around Rosie’s big breast. “I think I might fall.”

  And all four began to giggle and laugh.

  “Have you ever tasted a woman, Alice?” Daisy drawled, smiling up at her, lips and chin glistening with Alice’s juices.

  “No,” Alice answered politely. Just a short time ago, she would have been flabbergasted at the idea, but now it was sounding like something she’d like to try. “May I?”

  And Daisy reclined in the grass and spread her pale legs wide to the bright afternoon sun. She was shaved smooth, just like Alice, and in her center emanated the most delightful golden gleam.

  “What is that?” Alice asked.

  Lily laughed. “Why don’t you kneel down and find out?”

  So Alice did, and she discovered Daisy’s womanhood was pierced like Rose’s nipples, but the jewelry adorning Daisy was as golden as the center of a… well, a daisy.

  “Daisy has a piercing. It makes the clitoris more sensitive,” Rose explained. “The same as the jewelry in my nipples.”

  “Taste her,” Lily urged.

  So Alice lowered her head to Daisy and ran a fat lick over the petal of soft skin. Daisy moaned, her hips shuddering.

  Did I do that? Alice thought. She licked again, and Daisy cried out, even louder.

  “Do it gently at first,” Lily told her. “Then harder as she gets closer to coming.”

  “How will I know?” Alice asked.

  Lily smiled. “Oh, you’ll know. Also, lift that luscious little bottom in the air. I have something for you.”

  Alice did as instructed. She tongued Daisy softly, making her mewl like her kitten, Creampie, did when she was hungry. Daisy’s nectar turned on Alice something fierce, and she was surprised how much she liked the taste. So wet and hot, with a tiny bit of tang. Alice licked her up and down, and then side to side, and then made little circles around the gold ring.

  Rose lay down next to them, bringing her hands first to Daisy’s breasts, then to Alice’s, rubbing and tugging and pinching.

  Daisy clutched Alice’s head, her hips bucking. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “Yesssssss.”

  “Do it harder!” Lily said. “And stick your butt out!”

  Alice began to tongue Daisy with more pressure, using her chin and lips as well. She worked the clit ring, tugging it this way and that, sucking it into her mouth over and over as fast as she could.

  “Give it to her!” Alice heard someone yell. It was a man, his voice coming from the garden. She stopped just long enough to look up on the ridge, and saw several of the couples had stopped their missionary sex and had gotten out of bed to stare at Alice and the wildflowers. The men were tugging on their members mercilessly, and the women were fingering themselves, their eyes wet with lust.

  Then Alice screamed, for a man had penetrated her from behind just as Rose pinched Alice’s nipples. It was stiff and thick and filled her up so completely and wonderfully. She turned to thank the man for doing her such a nice favor, and saw it wasn’t a man at all. Lily was behind Alice, wearing a pair of black leather underwear that had a rubber dildo in the front.

  “Strap-on,” Lily said, pounding into Alice. She brought her fingers to Alice’s clit, matching the stroke of her hips. “Finish off Daisy.”

  Alice buried her face in Daisy, wanting to devour her, each stroke of her tongue matching the thrust of Lily’s hips. Daisy began to scream, and Lily had been right—Alice knew she was coming. She pushed two fingers inside Daisy’s slot, jamming them in and out as she continued to lick, feeling her own wave cresting as Lily pounded into her.

  “OH MY GOD!” cried Daisy, grabbing Alice’s hair, pressing up into her as spasms shook her whole body. And then Alice was screaming as well, deep in her throat as Rose pulled her nipples and the crowd above cheered and applauded.

  “Change positions!” Lily yelled.

  While still in the throes of orgasm, Alice was pulled off of Daisy and flipped onto her shoulders, her hips held up in the air as Lily continued her thrusting. Alice watched Lily’s breasts bounce with each plunge, then stared, wide eyed, her mouth open in ecstasy, at the ridge where the people watched. Two men continued to furiously pull on their long shafts, their hands blurry, but several couples had returned to their beds, or the hedges, or the grass, making love in different positions with vigor and throaty lust, even as their eyes continued to devour Alice and the flowers on the hill.

  Then Alice’s view of her audience was blocked as Rose lowered herself onto Alice’s mouth. Alice immediately began to lick her and nibble on her, putting her hands on Rose’s hips to pull her closer. Rose was extremely wet, and tasted sweeter than Daisy, coating Alice’s face as she ground against her.

  Somehow, Alice’s hips stayed elevated, Lily continuing to drive into her, and then another feeling joined it.

  A tongue. A glorious, ravenous tongue.

  As Lily made love to Alice with the strap-on, Daisy had moved her face to where they were joined, and Lily gave her enough space to lap at Alice’s clitoris while she was being thrust into.

  Rose reached down, seeking Alice’s tender nipples, riding Alice’s tongue with a frenzy. She began to groan, and then her thighs locked around Alice’s neck and for a moment Alice thought she might smother, and somehow that made what Lily and Daisy were doing even more exciting, and Alice climaxed a second time, screaming into Rose.

  Then Daisy abruptly pulled back. “The Queen, she’s coming! I can hear her footsteps!”

  And all three women moved away from Alice, leaving her squirming and confused on the grass. When she was able to get her bearings, Alice saw the Queen was staring down at them. Only she wasn’t wearing red leather. Instead she sported a white garter belt, stockings and shoes, her breasts and special place still bare for the world to see. And in her hand, she held a bundle tied with a bow.

  The White Queen.

  Alice blew out a breath of relief, and then began to tremble uncontrollabl
y.

  “I see you’ve opened your mind a bit, Alice,” said the White Queen, smiling at Alice and the other three naked women in turn. “That’s a good start. You’re on your way to becoming a queen.”

  Alice could feel the three wild flowers staring at her. She managed to sit up, with help from Rose and Daisy.

  It was Lily who spoke first. “You’re going to become a queen?”

  Alice blew out a big breath. “I’m… um… trying my best to open my mind so I can.”

  Then the three wildflowers, and the Queen as well, jumped up and down with an oddly out of place cheer that would have been more at home in a sex movie aimed at teenaged boys than an erotic fairy tale like this. And when the White Queen’s breasts had stopped bouncing, she handed Alice the package she carried.

  “A gift for you.”

  “Thank you.” Alice unwrapped the package, hoping it was a pair of thigh high boots to make her legs and bottom look marvelous. Instead, it was clothing.

  “Thank you,” Alice said.

  Alice wasn’t sure what kind of clothing, exactly, but Lily, Rose, and Daisy were already dressing her.

  “There,” Lily said. “All done.”

  Alice looked at her new outfit. The white blouse and short, plaid skirt made her feel as if she’d just stepped out of an adult Japanese anime, only her hair wasn’t blue. Her pumps were, though, and they almost glowed next to her crisp white ankle socks.

  Well, at least the outfit covered most of her bare bottom, and except for being very thin fabric, the blouse covered her nipples. That was better than she’d done in Wonderland.

  “Now you’d better go,” said the White Queen. “The Red Queen is bound to come out any minute to check what positions are being used, and I’d like to slip in a little fun before she does, if you know what I mean.” And with a wink, the White Queen walked back down the path and disappeared behind the hedge.