Liz Adams: Alice's Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful World

Alice wondered why they didn’t ask to see her breasts. Surely they were like Rabbit in that they hadn’t seen a woman’s chest before. But as Alice looked down pretending to read, her white bra and cleavage in full view of these naked men, and her nipples poking against the cotton, she was glad they didn’t ask her to reveal more of herself. She felt exposed enough as it was.

“So Rabbit saw the lace of Sarah’s bra, and her short skirt revealed her long, smooth legs. Rabbit looked into Sarah’s deep brown eyes and then kissed her hard.”

Alice noticed the men’s hand movements with her peripheral vision. They were stroking their cocks with such speed! Alice wanted to look directly at them, wanted to see their sighing faces and compare their lengths and thicknesses. The idea of all these men! She felt an itch that needed scratching. Alice let her legs drift apart and rested her free hand on her dress between her thighs to apply a little pressure on her sweet spot.

“Rabbit put a hand on her bottom,” she continued, “to press her body closer to him, closer to his hard…thing between his legs. Rabbit put his other hand on her breast and squeezed it through her blouse.”

Talking about Rabbit this way while he sat right next to her stroking himself was more than she could handle. Alice tried to be subtle about lifting the fabric of her dress so that her finger had direct access to her itch. She used the book to hide her hand sliding down her panties. The men were panting all around her, pumping their pricks with their hands. It was like being surrounded by primal magnificent beasts in heat.

Alice slipped a finger through her folds and found her desperate clit that yearned for-something.

“Rabbit took hold of each lapel on her blouse and yanked apart Sarah’s blouse, the buttons spilling like broken pearls to the floor. With a heaving bosom, she reached for the back clasp of her bra and let it fling off her breasts. Rabbit planted a full mouth over her nipple and sucked on it. She stuck her hand down his pants and grabbed a hold of his thing. ‘Stick it inside me,’ she moaned. Rabbit took off his slicker coat, revealing a full, well-built chest of hair.”

Alice snuck a peak at Rabbit’s chest next to her remembering the way he explored her breasts, the way his fingers wiggled inside her. She admired the way he fisted the full length of his cock.

Alice sunk two fingers deep inside herself.

“Rabbit had on suspenders holding up his yellow pants. But Sarah soon took care of that. She snapped off the suspenders from his shoulders and pulled down his pants. Rabbit picked her up and carried her to the bed and threw her down onto it. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. He said, ‘I’ve missed you so much, Sarah,’ and he lay down on top of her and thrust his thing into her pussy.”

“What’s a pussy?” the same interrupting man said.

Damn that man and his questions!

Alice stopped moving her fingers and kept them motionless inside her. She felt herself involuntarily squeeze around her fingers. What if the men caught her touching herself? The question suddenly seemed empty. Caught masturbating by naked, masturbating men? Maybe it was a ridiculous fear but she hoped the book covered her hand well enough as she answered him. “You know, what every woman has between her legs. Even the queen has one. You know, a box?”

“The queen has a box?” another man asked.

“Yes,” Alice said.

“And Rabbit put his penis in Sarah’s box?”

“Yes.”

“And the queen has a box? A…pussy?”

“Yes,” Alice said getting frustrated.

“What’s that feel like?”

The elder shouted, “No! No! No! Don’t use the word ‘like!’ It’s too dangerous. Instead use the word ‘imagine’.”

Alice looked up to the pink sky to find the words. “Imagine,” she said, “your…thing inside a glove. A warm, moist glove.”

She noticed all the men looking like they were trying to picture something. Their cocks in the queen’s pussy perhaps? Maybe. Because all of a sudden they stroked harder.

“Please,” the elder said. “Continue.”

“So Rabbit kissed her passionately. His tongue entwined with hers. And he shoved his thing deep inside Sarah’s pussy. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed his thing in and out of her.”

The men were moaning now, breathing heavier and heavier. Rabbit had both hands on his cock, stroking to her every word. Alice wiggled her fingers deeper inside of her as quietly as she could, her thumb stimulating the nub between her folds. She had to at least glance! Her eyes stole frequent glances at Rabbit’s hand-to-cock jerks.

“ ‘Hurry, Rabbit,’ Sarah said. ‘I hear the others coming. I want to feel you shoot inside me.’ ‘Not until you have an orgasm first,’ Rabbit said. (glance) And he kept on shoving his thing (glance) in and out of her pussy (glance) until she screamed with an orgasm running through her entire body. (glance) And then Rabbit let loose (glance), squirting stream after stream inside her pussy (glance) until he felt like he had died and gone to heaven!”

A man cried out, stood, and pointed his cock to the sandy floor, and Alice saw ropes of white seed shoot from his cock into the sand. Then the man fell to the ground.

All the other men stopped with horrified looks on their faces.

What was wrong? What happened?

“ ‘Like he had died and gone to heaven’?!” Rabbit asked with anger in his voice.

One of them felt the man’s pulse and just shook his head sadly. They all looked at Alice.

Rabbit shouted at her, “Why would you do that?!”

They all yelled at her. “Go away!” and “Leave us alone!” and “Get out of here!” and “I’m certain it’s a writing implement!”

Alice quickly got up and left for the woods. Even in her haste, she noticed the dead man had a smile on his face.

Alice dove into the forest. The dry sticks beneath her bit into her feet, so she dared not move too quickly lest a sharp twig or thorn cut through her tender soles. She moved onward as fast as her fragile feet could handle until the villagers no longer followed.

At an enormous tree — or was it the stalk of a plant? — she stopped and leaned to catch her breath. The men probably just wanted to chase her out of the village. After all, they could have caught her easily with their calloused feet.

Her heart pounded, recovering from the sudden exertion.

Alice cursed herself. If those men were the only people in this wonderland, then they were her best chance at getting home, and she’d dashed that chance to pieces. What could she possibly do now to get home?

If she could just explain herself — at least to Rabbit — surely, he would understand that death was just an accident and convince the others to help her grow to her regular height and find her way home. But the others probably wouldn’t understand. And there was no way she could approach the village without being chased away. How could she get close enough to Rabbit to speak to him?

“At your service, sir,” a man’s voice said behind her.

Alice spun around. It was the servant.

“What are you doing here?” Alice asked.

“I am fulfilling the last request, sir.”

She remembered the last thing that had been said to the servant was, “Go away.” This gentleman took his work seriously!

His tuxedo was so classy! Complete with black pants, white button-up shirt, black bowtie, black jacket, and white gloves. And Alice just loved his long, auburn hair.

“How come you wear clothes,” Alice asked, “and the others don’t?”

“This is the elder’s best memory of how servants ought to look, sir.”

Alice had an idea.