Alice's Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful World (Fairy Tale Erotica) (13 page)

Alice took the path toward the Hare. After a few minutes of walking through a quiet forest, she arrived at an enormous house that must have belonged to the Hare for the path ended there. In front of the house was a long table decorated with china teacups, teapots, teakettles, and teaspoons. Two men sat with a sleeping woman between them. One of the men had a Roman nose and big jaw, wore an orange shirt and green vest, and an enormous top hat. Clearly, the Hatter. His orange shirt sported a picture of a teapot on it. Ridiculous. Shirts with tea illustrations on them. Alice decided such tea-shirts would never stay in fashion long.

The other man was, well,
yum
. The signs must have made a spelling error. The sign should have read "Bare." This other man was naked, muscle-clad, and covered with hair. The woman had a beautiful flow of blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She, too, was naked. She slept leaning back in her chair.

As Alice approached, she could hear their discussion more clearly.

“Some more tea?” the Hatter asked the Hare.

“Yes, please.”

The Hatter poured, but as far as Alice could tell, nothing came out of the spout.

“Milk?” the Hatter asked.

“Yes, please,” the Hare replied.

The Hatter placed the empty teacup directly under the woman’s breast and tweaked her nipple. The woman giggled in her sleep and her nipple hardened. But no milk had come from it.

Alice did a quick check and squeezed her own nipple. No milk.

She walked over to the table just as the Hatter handed the teacup past the woman to the Hare.

It wasn’t until Alice took a seat across from the three that the Hatter noticed her.

“You can’t sit there,” the Hatter said. “There isn’t enough room.”

“There’s plenty of room,” Alice protested.

“Alright then,” the Hatter said. “If you want join us, you must figure out the one thing that is wrong about this poem. ‘Twinkle twinkle goes your eye, as I finger you to cry. Moan above my fingers’ thrusts, like a tortured soul of lust.’ ”

Alice scowled.

“Well?” the Hatter asked.

“Well, everything seems wrong with that poem.” Alice folded her arms across her chest.

“Ha! You can’t find the one thing, can you?”

“I give up,” Alice said. “What’s the one thing wrong with it?”

“Beats me.” The Hatter turned to the Hare, “Do you know?”

The Hare shrugged, his flexing muscles glistening in the sunlight.

The woman blurted out, “I love you, Hare!” And mumbled back into sleep.

“Well then, have some more tea, Mr. Hare.” The Hatter poured another cup of emptiness.

“Milk?” The Hatter asked.

“Of course,” the Hare said.

The Hatter pinched the woman’s nipple again, over the empty cup. She giggled, and then snored.

Alice asked, “Why do you pinch her nipples all the time?”

The Hatter said, “Why, to get milk for our tea, of course.”

“But there is no milk.”

“There is no tea, either,” sighed the Hatter. “Honestly. Do keep up.”

The woman shouted, “I love you, Hatter!” And mumbled back to sleep.

“Who is she, anyway?” Alice asked.

The Hare said, “This is Minnie. The most wonderful woman in the world.”

Minnie cried out, “Kiss, please!”

The Hare kissed Minnie’s lips until Minnie fell back to sleep.

He turned to Alice and said, “Would you like to hear a story? Minnie tells the best stories!”

“Yes, very much!” Alice said.

The Hatter lovingly brushed Minnie’s hair past her ear and whispered, “Minnie, wake up. It’s story time.”

Minnie’s eyes fluttered from a dream. She looked back and forth between the Hatter and the Hare. “Oh, good,” she said smiling. “It wasn’t just a dream.”

The Hare kissed her cheek and said, “It’s story time.”

“But I don’t have a book to read from.”

Alice jumped in. “I have a book.” She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the title. “But it’s broken.”

“How can a book be broken?” asked Minnie.

“It says, ‘The Story of OMH,’ but that’s not right.”

“Let me see,” said the Hatter with an outstretched arm.

He took the book and showed it to Minnie. Minnie said, “You’re correct. That’s not right.”

Alice nodded.

“It doesn’t say, ‘The Story of OMH,’ ” Minnie said. “It says ‘The Story of O.’ ”

“Really?” Alice said. She rounded the table to look over Minnie’s shoulder. As far as Alice could see, it read, “The Story of OMH.” She took the book from Minnie’s hands and read to herself the beginning. “Old Mother Hubbard lived in a cupboard…”

“You better read it aloud,” Alice said giving the book back to Minnie. “It seems to work with you.”

Minnie started on page one and it was just how Alice remembered it. The starting scenes of O meeting her lover Ren
é
at the park, taking the taxi ride, taking off her panties and Ren
é
removing her bra before arriving at a chateau, the scene where O is bathed by two chambermaids, then dressed in a collar and bracelets and cape, and paraded in front of anonymous men…

Alice, the Hatter, and the Hare listened in silence as the erotic words left Minnie’s lips. Alice admired how the Hatter and Hare gazed upon Minnie with love in their eyes. Such a contrast to The Story of O. Every so often, the Hatter and the Hare drank from their teacups. Alice ignored the ridiculousness of them drinking nothing and listened to Minnie’s reading.

“ ‘Finally, finished with her, they moved away...’ ” Then Minnie stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Alice asked.

“What do they mean by ‘finished’?” Minnie said.

“You know,” Alice said. “They had an orgasm.”

“What’s an ‘orgasm’?” Minnie asked.

Alice scowled feeling confused. Did Minnie have the same problem with reaching climax?

“You know when you have sex?” Alice asked.

The Hatter said, “Male or female?”

“No,” Alice said. “Sex like what they were talking about in the book.”

The Hare said, “They weren’t talking about gender?”

“No!”

Minnie murmured, “I think I may have completely misunderstood this story.”

The Hare and Hatter looked at Minnie and nodded sympathetically.

Alice looked at the three of them. They seemed to love each other so much. And without having made love. Alice realized she could be the one to take them to a whole new height of appreciating each other. With both the Hatter and the Hare, there was ample penetration that could even provide Minnie with the orgasm she so deserved.

“I’ll do it,” Alice said.

“Do what?” The Hatter asked.

“I’ll show you what an orgasm is, and while I’ll definitely be able to get you guys to experience one, Minnie, I’ll do my best to make sure you have one, too.”

“Yay!” Minnie said. “Do I get to choose its color?”

Alice chuckled. “Orgasms don’t come in different colors,” she said. “Not literally, anyway.”

“Then I guess I’ll have it in its normal color,” Minnie said.

Chapter 17

Alice moved dishes, cups, saucers, and spoons down to the far end of the table.

“Hare,” she said, “I need you to lie down on the table.”

“Face up or face down?”

“Face up,” Alice said.

The Adonis laid his naked, muscled body on the table. His hairy chest filled and emptied with each breath. His penis rested flaccid at his hips. His strong legs and arms looked clenched even in their relaxed state.

“Minnie,” Alice said. “You need to kiss the Hare on the lips.”

“It’s a kiss?” asked Minnie. “Well, in that case, I’ve had puh-
lenty
of orgasms!”

Alice smiled. “The orgasm comes later. For now, just love him with your kisses.”
Meanwhile,
Alice said to herself,
I’ll be giving him a hand job to make him hard.

Minnie sat in the chair beside the Hare’s head and looked into his eyes. Alice was about to reach for the Hare’s cock, but stopped when she saw Minnie wasn’t kissing him.

Minnie just sat there, and the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. Alice couldn’t believe it but just watching them interact this way made her pulse race.

Minnie moved her head closer to his, still gazing into his eyes.

Amazing, Alice thought. He was getting hard just anticipating the kiss. Alice watched the Hare’s cock come to life, growing bigger, increasing every inch their lips came closer together.

Alice felt her nipples harden.
Lord, this is so hot!

At last, Minnie kissed the Hare full on the mouth. The Hare pulsed, his length bobbed clearly aching for attention.

“Okay, Minnie,” Alice said. “You can stop kissing him and come over here. Now I want you to--”

Minnie continued to kiss the Hare.

For goodness sakes!
“Minnie! Wake up!”

Minnie separated from the kiss, but kept her eyes fixed on the Hare who smiled up at her. “Now come sit here,” Alice pointed to the Hare’s waist, “with a knee on either side of him.”

“That’s a funny way to sit,” Minnie said. But she climbed atop the Hare letting his cock nuzzle against her cleft.

“Now rock your hips back and forth on top of him.”

Minnie placed her hands on his abs and shifted forward and back along his length.

“Mmm. I quite like this trick,” Minnie said with a breathy voice.

“As do I,” the Hare said taking her hands in his. He watched the rapture in her face and seemed to take more pleasure with that.

“As do I,” the Hatter said. Alice turned and saw him with a spoon stuffed down his pants. Looked like he was using it as a back scratcher but for his itches in other places.

Minnie brought the Hare’s hands upon her breasts, pushing them against her nipples. The Hare got the message and began to massage them. Minnie arched her back, her head tilted up to enjoy the feel of skin and sunshine.

Alice had to make sure Minnie was good and wet for the Hare. She buried her fingers between Minnie and the Hare, feeling the moisture between Minnie’s folds, noticing the slickness of the Hare’s pulsating cock. Whoa. They were ready, alright. They felt like they had been ready for months.

“Sit up off of him,” Alice told Minnie.

Minnie kept right on moving her hips and looked at Alice with pleading eyes, “Do I have to?”

Alice placed a gentle hand on her face and smiled. “Just for a moment,” she said. “I promise.”

Minnie sighed and positioned herself above the Hare revealing the Hare’s impressive length. His hardness must have doubled in size from the attention Minnie gave him.

Alice wrapped her hand around the Hare’s cock and pointed it up at Minnie’s center.

“Okay, Minnie,” Alice said, “It’s time for you and the Hare to become one. Sit back down, taking him inside of you. As slow as you need.”

Alice expected Minnie to require a gradual filling of her pussy. First the head of the Hare pushing past the entrance, time to feel that, to accommodate to his size. Then a slow inch further, overcoming any discomfort, letting subtle pain become pleasure. Releasing moans of delight. A slow inch further, and further, to fill her completely, with caution and attention to the sensations.

But that was not the case. Minnie, drifted down onto the Hare in one movement. She must have been so wet inside, the Hare’s shaft clearly soothed and satisfied her aches more than caused any. To confirm Alice’s suspicion, Minnie’s face turned to rapture and she screamed out the Hare’s name.

The Hatter ran beside Minnie and said, “Oh, my love. You look positively stunning!” He guided her chin with a delicate hand to his face and kissed her full on the lips. Minnie wrapped her arms around the Hatter’s head. Kissed him back with a passion Alice longed for. Minnie eased up off of the Hare a bit, revealing much of his shaft, and impaled herself upon him once more. Her kiss with the Hatter became several deep kisses, one after the other, as she moved up and down the Hare, letting him fill her again and again. The naked Hare moaned. He met Minnie’s movements by thrusting up into her as she came down, his hairy chest covered with the rising dew of sweat. He kept right on handling Minnie’s breasts, lifting them, brushing his fingers across her nipples, gently tweaking them.

Minnie broke from the Hatter’s kiss, apparently to enjoy the sensations the Hare triggered at her core. The Hare shoved into her faster. No doubt, he would have no trouble with his climax, but Alice wondered if their sex would be enough for Minnie to have her own. Minnie was properly stuffed with a man’s cock, but she could be penetrated in other places. To make sure she had an orgasm, Alice looked at the Hatter. He had his pants open, his cock in his hand. It was long and narrow. That was good. But she was not so sure the Hatter would be careful enough for what Alice had in mind.