Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (12 page)

“Oh my oh my oh my OH MY!” Alice cried out, squirming against him, her new piercing intensifying the wonderful sensation.

“Do you like this?” Humpty asked, breathing hot on her neck.

“Ugn… ugn… yes…”

“I can go slower, if you want.”

Cupping her butt cheek firmly, he slowly withdrew his chubby finger, wiggling it as he did. Then he teased her lips and ran his moist fingertip along her most sensitive part, making Alice’s whole body clench. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the sensations. Ever so slowly, Humpty inserted the finger again, all the way to the last knuckle, moving it back and forth like a scolding parent. Alice ground her hips into his hands, grunting, then crying out when Humpty’s thumb stroked her clitoris, tingling her barbell.

Alice began to come, and as she did Humpty used his other hand—the one squeezing her rear—to insert a finger into her other opening. It was only the tip, but it stretched Alice wide and made everything happening in front even more intense. Alice clutched his shoulders, digging her nails in, and screamed as she climaxed, shuddering and clenching as Humpty worked his fingers back and forth, back and forth, using her body as his own personal Chinese finger cuffs while she rode the wave.

When Alice’s senses returned, she opened her eyes and stared at Humpty, who was grinning with apparent satisfaction.

“Want to see if you can get your mouth around it?” Humpty asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Alice swallowed, and nodded, because right now she wanted that more than almost anything.

Humpty released her and Alice sank to her knees, staring into the eye of his monster. With one hand she weighed his gigantic balls, which were not only big as peaches, but heavy as the fruit, too. Alice’s other hand grasped him at the root, pulling back his skin. She gave the head a slow, tentative lick, and seriously doubted she could fit something that wide into her mouth, let alone anywhere else in her body.

“Oh, yeah,” Humpty said. “Get it nice and slick.”

Alice continued to lick, alternating with full-lipped kisses. She sucked on the side as if giving a hickey, and Humpty moaned. Then, sticking out her tongue so it covered her lower teeth, Alice opened her mouth as wide as she could, and tried to force the massive head into her mouth.

It went in, just barely, and filled Alice so that her cheeks bulged out. She began to move her head back and forth, but couldn’t do any real sucking because it was simply too big. From the sounds Humpty made, he seemed to be enjoying it. But in truth, Alice wasn’t. Her jaw was stretched too far, and the whole process was uncomfortable. She kept going, however, partly because of the wonderful orgasm Humpty had just given her, and partly because she hoped he would climax, because Alice didn’t think she’d be able to fit this massive member in her secret garden.

Humpty seemed to sense her discomfort, and he pulled free and then caressed her sore cheeks.

“Congrats,” he said. “Not many women can do that. You have a big mouth.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Want to try sex?”

Alice chewed her lower lip. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I can handle you.”

“Won’t know until you try,” Humpty said, winking. Then he was lying on his back, hands clasped behind his head, fat toes wiggling.

Alice’s early comparison to a fire hydrant was appropriate. She stared at his manhood in awe, sure there was no way she could ride something that wide.

“I thought your tits were beautiful before. You should see them from underneath.” He said the words softly, reverently, and yet Alice felt them in her core. “Play with your nipples a little, will you?”

Alice did, and her nipples tingled and peeked in front of Humpty’s appreciative eyes.

“I wish I could film a porno of you right now. Every guy on earth couldn’t help stroking his pole to the sight of those luscious tits.”

The appreciation in Humpty’s voice made her wish Hatta and Haigha were here right now recording her newest adventure. Humpty’s comments and the enthralled look on his face were making her feel like gold.

Hot gold.

“Do you like hearing me talk dirty, Alice?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you like me saying crude and naughty words? Like when I talk about your tits?”

Alice thought she probably shouldn’t, but she had to admit she kind of did. “It’s exciting. A little forbidden, I guess.”

“How about pussy? Would you think it was hot if I said that word?”

She felt a little thrill down below. “Yes, I guess it would be hot.”

“Okay, let’s try this: Will you show me your pussy, Alice? Will you stand over me and give me a peek?”

Alice
knew
she shouldn’t do that. But again, it was exciting. Thrilling, even. So she stood over Humpty, a leg on either side of his head, her thighs spread wide.

He reached for his member and started fondling. “You are so sexy, Alice. So wet. Do you like me staring at your spread pussy?”

She swallowed into a dry throat. “Yes, I do.”

“Can you touch yourself while I watch?”

She did, and sensation zinged along every nerve.

“How wet are you, Alice?” Humpty asked.

“Wet.”

“Really wet? Check and see.”

She slid her fingers over herself, then deep inside, feeling the orgasm building again. “Yes.”

“Dripping? Because I think I can see you dripping for me, Alice.”

“Yes, I’m dripping.”

“For me? Staring up here at your pussy and your jutting nipples? Are you dripping for me, Alice?”

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.

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 woman 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.