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

“What are you doing here?” asked Alice.

The hanged man smiled. “Alice! Oh, my sweet woman. You’re no bonger lig — er — no longer big!”

“You recognize me?”

“Of course! How can I forget those beautiful lips. But you’re no longer big! What happened? Wait. Don’t tell me. Pumble hie.”

Alice nodded, trying not to stare at the way his hard shaft pointed straight at her fighting gravity.

“What about you?” she said. “How come you’re locked up again?”

But before the hanged man could respond, he motioned his head to the bedroom door. Rabbit stepped in. She took the hint to not say anything.

“Servant,” Rabbit said. “Give me a glove.”

Alice tried to figure out why he would ask for the glove.

“Hurry, now!”

Alice took off a glove and handed it to him. He stretched out on the bed and promptly slipped the glove over his cock. Alice stifled a laugh as he slid the cuff of the glove up and down along his prick.

I suppose he’s determined to discover what it feels like to be inside a woman. Alice averted her eyes. Why does he need me to stay here? Did he forget that his “servant” hasn’t left the room? Or is all modesty out the window in this wonderland?

Alice snuck a peek. That cock was getting harder inside the glove, and pushed its way into the index finger making the bobbing glove look like a frantic hand pointing to the ceiling. She never knew something could be so sexy and so funny-looking at the same time. Her amusement soon turned into feelings of heat coursing through her. Alice brought her hands to her chest squeezing her breasts together while attempting to look like she was merely adjusting her coat. It didn’t matter. Rabbit had his eyes closed now, twisting the glove around himself with a tight fist.

The hanged man seemed to catch her, though, for she heard him mumble, “So beautiful.”

She wanted to help Rabbit. No, not help him, but practice on him. If she could be the one holding his cock, he could instruct her on how to touch one. Should she touch it gently? Or squeeze it in her fist? Should she stroke his length slowly? Or pump it fast? Was there a good order for how to touch a cock? First gently and slowly, then hard and fast?

She watched carefully as if studying for a later exam. With Jack, perhaps? Probably not. But any knowledge she gleaned from watching Rabbit could be just what she needed to convince a man she was a keeper.

Rabbit’s hands guided the glove up and down along his firm cock. Who was she kidding? Watching wasn’t enough. Alice needed to be the one holding his cock if she was ever to really understand how to handle one.

“Would you like some assistance, sir?” Alice asked.

“No, Servant. That’s okay,” Rabbit said.

Alice sighed. Of course, Rabbit wouldn’t want a male servant to help him. But maybe he’d want a woman to help him.

She took off her coat, bowtie, and shirt. She pulled out the bunched fabric of her dress from the pants and let her dress drape around her legs. Rabbit was still oblivious to Alice as she hiked up her skirt, unzipped and tugged off the pants. Now she was back to wearing just her original clothes.

By now, Rabbit had one hand clenched tight around the glove’s finger and pounded fast, up and down, over and over. It was too late to learn how to handle a soft cock. Rabbit looked like he was running his final lap.

She didn’t care about being seen anymore. She cupped her breasts through her dress and caressed them. Her whole body shuddered. She grabbed and squeezed, tugged and pressed her nipples into pebbles. Shockwaves rippled to her pussy.

“Beautiful,” the hanged man muttered. “So beautiful.”

Rabbit was still in his own world, whisking his length into the white glove.

Alice imagined he was the one. The one that could touch her. The one that could be on top of her. The one that could thrust into her and give her what she needed to climax. At least she could learn that, couldn’t she? How to reach an orgasm and come to prove to her man she was worth pleasuring? And though she had no way of knowing for sure, she seemed pretty confident that if she managed to learn how to come, she’d grow big again and be able to go home. Alice felt herself drip at the possibility. She wanted to feel Rabbit inside her. Now.

“Please! I want you!” Alice cried.

Rabbit opened his eyes and cried out in horror, “You!” He scurried out of the cottage. “Help! Help! She wants to kill me!”

Alice called after him, “No! I don’t mean any harm! Please come back!”

But it was no use. Rabbit was gone.

Alice collapsed on the bed in frustration. “Now what can I do to grow big again?”

She looked up and saw the hanged man.

“Hello,” he said.

Alice smiled.

He smiled back. “What?”

“I can help you out of your chains, again,” Alice offered.

“Really? I don’t want to be a bother,” he said.

“It’s quite alright.”

“For a woman as beautiful as you, it’s an honor. You deserve to be fleasured pirst — er — pleasured first. If I were free of my chains, I’d insist that you feel release before me. You’re so beautiful. Even when you’re upside down.”

Alice scowled. “Upside down? I’m not upside down.”

“Oh, but you are! When Rabbit put me up here he turned everything upside down. Now everything looks ridiculous.”

Alice chuckled. He’d been hanging upside down for so long, he’d forgotten what everything looked like right side up.

Alice stepped close to him and trailed a finger down his chest. “So how come Rabbit chained you here?”

“Word got-” he closed his eyes. “Out about my ability to make people…(groan)…bigger, so Rabbit had me chained here for observation. He still hasn’t figured out…how, though.”

Alice let three of her fingers trace circles around his chest. “You didn’t tell him?”

“Even if he wore your…dress and stuffed rolled up gloves down front to look like-” he moaned “breasts. I doubt I would ever reach release by his hand.”

Alice leaned close to his lips. “Or mouth?”

“Or mouth.” He kissed her lips passionately. She grabbed hold of his cock in her fist and felt his cock throb. The responding throb at her clit confirmed this was the right thing to do. What a sensation it was. She had never held one in her hands before. Its heat, the way it filled her fist, the way it responded to her touch, the power she had over him made her giddy.

She pulled out of the kiss. “Tell me what you would do to me if you had your hands free,” she whispered.

She planted kisses on his cheek as he said, “I would put my arms around you, nibble your neck as I unzipped the back of your dress. I would trace the neckline of your dress with my fingertips, and as the dress lowered further, I would trace lines down your breasts, closer to your nipples.”

Alice’s nipples hardened. She pressed them against his chest and gave successive tugs at his cock.

He said, “Pull AND push. Pull AND push.”

Oh! Right! She followed his instructions adding downward strokes along his length. Practice makes perfect!

He responded with a kiss, his tongue passing her lips. Wow! Just that kiss had her dripping! She nestled his legs between hers, rubbing him, holding his cock against the belly of her dress. Could he be the one? The one that could get her to orgasm by being inside of her?

She broke from the kiss, panting. “Tell me more.”

“I’d throw you on the bed, turn you face down, and tug down the sleeves of your dress. I’d reach under you to the front of your dress and pull it down to your waist, my knuckles sliding across your breasts. With your beautiful back bare to me, I’d push my fingers into your shoulders and you’d notice my fingers weren’t the only thing pushing into you.”