Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (13 page)

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…”

“Certainly,” Alice said, for she was partial to that position, at least she seemed to be in this particular adventure. And of course, she was always eager to be of use, especially where royalty was concerned.

So she stood up and braced her palms on the refreshment table and spread her legs apart, tilting her bottom upward to fully display the entrance of her love tunnel. And the men gathered to watch. Hatta and Haigha brought their cameras. The wildflowers arrived in a bouquet with the Tweedles and Humpty. And the White Queen joined the party, too.

“Oh me, oh my,” said the King. He positioned himself behind her and swirled his rigid head around and around in her wetness. “You are so beautiful and sexy, Alice. And so very, very fresh and eager and heavy with dew. Not at all like the Red Queen.”

And Alice thought about what Humpty said about her royalness insisting on boredom and falling asleep on the Jabbercock. And although she wondered if those things were true, she thought it was probably rude to ask at the moment the Red King was getting ready to enter her.

So she didn’t, and he did.

He moved slowly at first, gliding inside, then pulling out. Then his strokes grew faster, and soon he was pounding into her, his sack slapping against her hungry nub. Then his fingers were on her as well, teasing and inspiring and grabbing her hips and thrusting.

Pressure built in Alice and her breasts bounced and all the men and women from her fantasies stroked themselves and each other and a full out orgy ensued.

“These positions are not approved!” A screech ripped through the park and frightened the birds in the trees. Everyone looked up at the Red Queen, who stood in the center of the gazebo and had her arm outstretched and finger pointed at the crowd in an accusatory manner.

“All of you are in violation!” she declared. “Knight! Arrest them, and take every last one to the HDO!”

Everyone scattered, like a bunch of people scattering, and Alice ran with them, bumping into Humpty, who was struggling to keep up.

“I thought you were going to warn everyone about the raid!” she scolded.

“Lost track of time. Blowjobs do that to a guy. Run and hide, Alice! Don’t let the Knight catch you!”

“I won’t!” Alice said. “Never!”

Then the Knight caught her. He galloped by on a great steed and grabbed her arm, yanking her up behind him. The horse was moving at such a quick clip that Alice was forced to throw her arms around him, grasping his armor-plated mid section, holding on for her life as the horse leapt over some hedges and headed down—you guessed it—a path through the woods.

“Let me go!” Alice cried.

“But you’re the one holding me,” said the Knight.

“That’s because you’re going so fast. Slow down at once.”

“I only take orders from the Red Queen, said the Knight. And she demanded you be taken to the Hall of Denied Orgasms.”

A tremor of fear seized Alice. “Please, I don’t want to be taken to that dreadful place.”

“Okay. We’ll go somewhere else then.”

“Really?”

“No, of course not, you naive wench. To the HDO with you. The Jabbercocky will tame your firey spirit, that’s for sure.”

“What do you know of the Jabbercock?” Alice asked, voice quivering.

“It’s my own invention. I designed it. Just like the chapter heading said.”

“You designed a machine to sexually torment people without allowing them release? What kind of person would do something so terrible?”

“Why, a sadist, of course. But I’m not into the whole beating and dominating scene. I simply prefer to tie up nubile young ladies and tease them until they go insane.”

That sounded vaguely familiar. Alice hadn’t gotten a look at the Knight’s face, because it was hidden under one of those armor helmets with the beaked nose. But even though his voice was hollow and echoey, Alice thought she’d recognized it.

“Gnat? Is that you?”

The Knight turned around, and lifted up his face shield thingy.

“Hello, Alice,” said Gnat. “I must say, you were terrific in
Alice’s Sexual Piercing Adventure
. And
Alice’s Multi-Orgasmic Gangbang in the Park
was even more fantastic. When that Samoan went down on you—pure cinema magic. It is my favorite film of all time. I even liked it more than
Wall-E
.”

“Gnat! I thought we were friends!”

“We are, Alice.”

“So how can you do this to me?”

“Simple. First I strap you down, so you cannot move no matter how you struggle. Then I switch on the Jabbercock—”

“That isn’t what I mean, Gnat. I mean how can you be so cruel to your friend?”

“You heard my sadist comment earlier, right?”

“But I won’t be able to stand being teased without release, Gnat! I shall go mad!”

“You’ll be fine. Unless you really do go mad, in which case Looking Glass Land has one of the best psychiatric hospitals in the nation. Do you have medical insurance, Alice?”