He was crude and rude and her legs felt weak. “Yes, for you.”
“For which part of me, Alice?”
“For you, Humpty.”
“For which part? Say it, Alice. And say it dirty.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“I think you can, Alice. I think an amazing, sexy woman like you can do anything. Now what are you dripping for, Alice?”
“For your huge cock, Humpty. I’m dripping for your cock.”
“My huge cock wants to be inside you, Alice. Inside your dripping wet garden. The beautiful garden I’m staring at right now. Do you want that, Alice?”
“Yes, Humpty.”
“Do you want it bad?”
She did. She was so wet. She was so ready. “I want it bad, Humpty.”
“Then lower your smoking hot self over me, Alice. Let me fill you. Let me impale you.”
Alice moved lower, positioning herself over his manhood, and began to slowly drop down. When the tip bumped against her, Alice’s first reaction was to do as Humpty suggested and impale herself upon it. But she feared if she went too quickly, she’d split in half. So instead, she rubbed herself over him, her opening and her clit, moving, moistening, teasing herself into a frenzy.
She really was dripping for him, and it didn’t take long to coat him with her juices. Then she moved her opening just above the soft apex of his glans, and gently eased onto his fat, rigid head, and then all the way in, to the hilt.
Her body filled. Her skin stretched. The rim of her opening felt hot, almost burning.
“You feel so good, Alice. I knew you would feel this good.”
She gasped in a sharp breath, then another.
“I love how your breasts bounce when you do that. Do it again, Alice.” And his fat fingers found her nipples, teasing and flicking.
And Alice found herself moving, slowly, carefully, but moving all the same. He was so big, her muscles could do nothing but clench, and as her body gripped him, and she slowly thrust herself on him, in and out, in and out, the heat kindled into fire and the fire started to consume her.
She’d had a lot of orgasms that day. So many, she’d totally lost count. But between the thrusting and the stretching and the gripping and the friction, Alice totally lost control.
Her screams echoed over all the paths through all the trees in Looking Glass Land, and she suspected that the spasm of her muscles and the fire in her loins would never stop. Then finally Humpty gave out a shout of his own and his hips bucked several times.
“Damn,” he said. “That was epic.”
Alice felt him grow soft inside her, and with some effort she slid free.
“Oh my heavens, Humpty. That was something else.”
“Wasn’t it, though?” Said Humpty, and then the most peculiar thing happened.
Humpty hugged her.
And it wasn’t a lecherous hug, and it wasn’t crude or dirty or mean. It was sweet and warm and made Alice feel nice inside.
“Now let’s go to the orgy and get us some tail!” he said, and they didn’t bother dressing (except for Alice slipping on her blue pumps) but simply hurried through yet another path in the woods, this one warm and humid like a warm and humid tunnel or cave or something totally unerotic like that.
Chapter 7
The Lion and the Unicorn
After all the sex she’d had in the past eighty-odd pages, Alice was feeling quite sated, and the closer she and Humpty came to Lion and Unicorn Park, and the more annoying sticks and mud and nettles they had to wade through, the less Alice felt she needed more sex.
“So tell me something, Humpty.”
“Something, Alice.”
“No, I mean answer a question.”
“Okay then. My answer is yes.”
“I haven’t asked the question yet.”
“Maybe not, but that’s my standard response to any question directed to me from a hot woman. Especially one who is completely naked, such as yourself.”
Alice supposed that was fair, having read a bit on the subject of testosterone and the male sex drive, so instead of commenting, she just went ahead and asked her question. “Do I have to have sex with everyone I meet in Looking Glass Land?”
“Are you talking about everyone you meet? Or everyone your genitals meet? Because by then, Alice, you’re already having sex.”
Alice shook her head. She’d come to like Humpty, but she realized that like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, she liked sex with him much better than conversation. But since he was walking with her now, and she wanted to know the answer to her question before she arrived at the orgy, she decided not to get too annoyed. “Do I have to have sex with everyone I see, whether I want to or not?”
“Didn’t you want to have sex with me, Alice?” The poor egg-shaped man looked a bit bereft.
Alice had to be honest, because honesty is a heroic trait and she is the heroine of this story. “Not at first, no. But then you kind of grew on me.”
“I grew really hard and thick, and you wanted to try out the chode.”
She glanced down at his outrageously wide member, which was back to being rigid and bouncing with each of his fat-legged strides. “Actually, yes.”
“Did it stretch your mind, Alice?”
“I think so, yes.” Truth be told, it had also stretched other parts, parts that were still a bit sore. “But if I don’t want to have sex with someone in this place, can I decide not to? Because it seems that I’m humping everyone in sight.”
“Only you can answer that, Alice.”
Alice thought about that for a few steps. “I don’t seem to be very discerning.”
“Maybe you’re just becoming more open-minded.” Humpty shrugged. “Just because you fantasize about something Alice, doesn’t mean you necessarily have to do it in real life.”
“In real life, I haven’t slept with anyone since I broke up with Lewis.” And right then, she felt like she wanted to cry again for what she had done to him. “And I most want to be with him.”
Humpty looked bored. “That’s nice.”
“But on this side of the looking glass, I seem to be having sex at the drop of a hat with everyone I see.”
“That’s because this is a sexual fantasy, Alice.”
“What?”
“A fantasy. Think about it, Alice. Why would you fantasize about someone you didn’t want to have sex with? I mean those individuals wouldn’t even be in your fantasy in the first place. That would just be a waste of time. And pages.”
Alice supposed that made a lot of sense, and as she continued down the path with Humpty, she could feel her piercing rub between her legs and the hot sun and cool breeze caress the rings in her bare nipples, and by the time they arrived at Lion and Unicorn Park, Alice was hoping to meet some new people, because she felt quite wet and ready to have sex with them, both immediately and vigorously. That, after all, was the point of fantasy.
The first people they encountered when they entered the park were the wildflowers, Lily, Rose and Daisy, along with several women Alice had yet to meet. They were in a circle, alternating being on their knees and on their backs, so the flower behind could lap at the nectar in front.
“Hello, Alice,” said Daisy. “How do you like this position? I just made it up.”
“It’s very nice, Daisy.” And Alice meant it. Watching each of the women lick the other, their faces glistening and breasts heaving with desire, was making her want to touch herself again. “What is it called?”
“Why a Daisy chain, of course,” she answered. “Would you like to join us?”
Alice might consider it, if not for having developed a special aversion to groan-worthy puns. But she didn’t have much of a chance, because Humpty was already jumping in, pushing his large-eggy body between Lily and a woman with long, pendulous breasts that Alice swore she’d seen within the pages of an old National Geographic in her grade school’s musty library (and found quite exciting when she was young). Humpty directed the w
oman to sit on his face, and Lily opened her mouth wide (very!) and managed to fit Humpty inside.
Alice watched for a while, but then continued on her way. Now that she understood she didn’t have to feel guilty for having sex with everyone she bumped into in Looking Glass Land, she was eager to meet some new faces… and, um, other body parts.
The next frolickers she encountered was a group of men milling around on the grass. Alice looked at each in turn, she realized she had seen every single one of them before. Not in Looking Glass Land, but in Alice’s day-to-day life.
The first was a handsome black man she recognized immediately as her professor for Math 101. He was so handsome and creative and nice, that all the girls seemed to have a crush on him, and although Alice had only been to a few classes thus far, she was no exception.
Next to him stood a Samoan wrestler Alice remembered seeing in a match on TV. He had tattoos on his beefy body, but the most striking were circling his face.
There were other men, too. A cute actor from a romantic comedy Alice had Netflixed three times. A pro football player she thought was hot. A biker wearing leather and chains who she’d once spotted walking into a bar. Her favorite member of a boy band, back when she was a screaming preteen. The cop who’d given her a speeding ticket last week. A Latino heartthrob she’d swooned over on Dancing with the Stars.
Some of them wore leather, their bodies crisscrossed with straps and studs. Some of them had jewelry decorating their members, their sacks, their faces and nipples and tongues. Some were clean cut, but carrying a gleam in their eyes that was shocking and dirty indeed.
Alice was wondering whom she should approach first when she turned around a hedge and smacked right into a boy she’d had a crush on before she’d started dating Lewis.
“Oh, my!” exclaimed Alice, and her first thought was that he looked as cute as he had back in high school, and her second was that she was totally naked except for her pumps, and her third was that he was naked, too.
“Hello, Alice,” he said to her breasts. “It’s nice to see you.”
Her nipples tingled and tightened under his gaze and her cheeks heated in a blush. “It’s nice to see you, too, Dodgson.”
His focus skimmed down to her shaved special place, the sparkle of jewelry and shine of moisture visible where her nether lips met. “You sure are looking fine,” he said to her crotch, and his member started to lengthen and rise.
Alice was getting very excited now, adding to her embarrassment. She didn’t have to wonder why Dodgson was in her fantasy. She’d yearned to have sex with him since puberty, and he’d only been interested in the head cheerleader. But the shock of seeing him here, nude and ready, made her have to catch her breath sharply.
And that made her breasts bounce. She hoped Dodgson noticed.
But he’d dropped his gaze to her blue pumps. “Do you want to have sex with me, Alice?” he asked.
“Very much,” Alice answered, her boldness giving her a naughty thrill.
But Dodgson didn’t kiss her or touch her breasts or lift his gaze from her shoes. In fact, he didn’t respond to her at all.
Alice thought that was strange, but instead of assuming her own fantasy was rejecting her, which would have either been preposterous or an indication of very low self-esteem, she decided to be more specific. “Would you like to sink your wand of passion into my pleasure well?” And to illustrate, she spread her legs a little farther apart.
But still Dodgson didn’t react to her offer. Instead he knelt down at her feet.
Another naughty idea popping into her mind, Alice stepped over him, giving him a good clear look at her private area and the glorious upward view of her breasts and erect nipples. She was feeling a little desperate now, and (very!) horny, and she wanted some action. “I want you to plunge your hard cock inside me.”
He didn’t look up, his gaze still glued to her shoes.
When even her most crude attempt at dirty talk didn’t work, Alice knew something was wrong. “Do you want to have sex with me, Dodgson?”
“Yes, Alice.”
“Then tell me what you want.” she finally said.
“Step on me,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
Dodgson dropped down onto his back. “I want you to put your foot on me, Alice.”
“With my heels on?”
“At first.”
The request was strange, certainly, but since she now had an open mind, she thought what the heck and rested her blue pump on Dodgson’s belly, right above his erection.
He moaned.
Alive dug her heel in a bit, twisting it, and he said, “Oh, yes.”
Curious at how curious this was, Alice moved her shoe up to Dodgson’s face, where he—amazingly—began to suck her spiked heel. Alice was going to comment on how that was probably unsanitary, considering all the dirt paths she’d been on, but Dodgson looked deliriously happy.
“May I sniff inside your shoe, Alice?”
Alice shrugged. “Sure.”
He carefully removed the pump, held it to his nose, and took deep, sighing breaths. “May I touch your foot, Alice?” he asked.
“Knock yourself out.”
Dodgson ran his hands across her sole, cupping her heel, pressing and kneading. His fingers separated her toes, massaging each one individually.
“May I lick and suck your toes?”
“Might as well.”
And he did, and to Alice’s surprise, his massaging and licking and sucking felt wonderful. And she watched in fascination as his manhood grew hard as rock.
“Curious,” she said, though she didn’t mean to say the word out loud.
“Beg pardon?” Dodgson said between licks.
“My feet seem to excite you.”
“Your feet are glorious, Alice. Not that I don’t appreciate the rest of your charms, but your feet really turn me on.”
“Why do you like feet so much?” she asked, truly interested to know.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I just do. They make me hard. And yours are so beautiful and sexy, they make me want to come right now.”
Alice shrugged. She guessed everyone had their kinks. “Would you like me to rub your staff of plenty with my toes?”
Dodgson beamed. “Will you?”
Alice sat on the ground, and she did. And she had to admit, it was kind of fun, too. As she toyed with his stiff manhood, she played with herself, and had an enjoyable time.
“I’m… I’m coming…”
Alice rubbed faster, and soon her toes were covered by his creamy essence, but before she could say anything, he had cleaned her off and was attending to her feet, massaging and sucking, all over again.
This guy would be great to have around after a long day of shopping at the mall, but Alice had other body parts that needed attention. “That was fun Dodgson, but I’m afraid I have to go.”
“Don’t go, Alice, I’m just getting started.”
That may have been so, but after playing with his member and watching him come, Alice was now so horny and dripping wet she wanted some attention paid to her cave of delights, not her feet. “See ya around,” she called, and she left her pumps with him, because he seemed to like them more than she did, and then she spotted the Red King.
He had taken off his red robe since she’d last seen him, and he was wearing nothing but his crown and a curious red rubber device that encircled his engorged manhood with one strap and his balls with the other, keeping him high and erect and straining.
“Good day, Alice. I just saw you with Dodgson over there. Quite open-minded of you to cater to his unorthodox needs.”
“Did you enjoy watching?” Alice asked. She knew the question was bold, but she was turned on by royalty, as evidenced by all the adventures she’d had to date, and she hadn’t quite gotten over her disappointment that the Red King hadn’t been able to complete his thrusting into her secret garden back at the Looking Glass House. She believed that sort of thing was called
thrustus interruptus.
“I did. It is always exciting to see my favorite movie star in action.”
Alice’s face crinkled. “Dodgson is a movie star?”
“Not Dodgson, Alice. You. You’re the star of Alice’s Sexual Piercing Adventure, the number one adult film of all time.”
“But they just made that movie less than an hour ago. You’ve seen it?”
“Everyone has seen it. You’re the fantasy of everyone here, Alice.”
“I am?”
“Indeed. In fact, you are the subject of an unbearably long poem. Would you like to hear it?”
“No, thank you,” said Alice, desperate to avoid more stupid poetry.
“Are you sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“I could just recite a few dozen stanzas. It will be brief.”
“I truly don’t want to hear any more poetry, no matter how brief.”
Apparently unable to help himself, the King opened his mouth to recite anyway. “The lion and the unicorn were—”
But before he could complete the first line, a brilliant idea popped into Alice’s head; the perfect way to avoid more poetry. She dropped to her knees and took the king’s straining member into her mouth.
“—fighting… oh, mercy!”
And he forgot all about the poem and began thrusting wildly, sliding on her tongue. Alice grabbed his legs, and settled into his rhythm, sucking and teasing and delighting in the sounds he made. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to shoot his essence into her mouth or shower it all over her breasts or bury himself inside her, but any way he did it, the thought excited her so much, she could feel an orgasm building without any stimulation at all.
The Red King’s moans had just reached a fevered pitch, when he suddenly stopped. “No, no, wait. Before I come, there’s something I do want, more than anything.”
Alice let his hardness slide from her lips and she peered up at him. She couldn’t help wondering what kind of kink the Red King was into. “What do you want me to do?”
“Ever since I watched you in that mirror, pleasuring yourself, and then we were interrupted, I’ve wanted to drill into you from behind again and send your breasts bouncing like that. Is there a chance that…”
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