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

In one hand, she held the tip up and out so his length came straight out from his body. It hung from his waist to her hand like a thick jump rope. With her other hand, she ran a finger along the underside, following the path she imagined his seed took. From the base, her finger started that long journey, drawing the path.

She watched his face.

His eyes closed.

Her finger passed the middle of his length.

His mouth fell open.

She drew towards the tip.

His breaths quickened.

Alice’s own breaths become uneven. The tip rewarded her journey with a final drop of white. She dabbed it onto her finger and made sure he was looking at her face as she brought the salty drop to her lips.

He gave a moan that confirmed it! Alice had a face that could make men moan. She was attractive enough…at least to Charlie.

That would have to be good enough, for now.

She let his cock fall and stood up to kiss him. His lips were sweet. She brought his hands to her breasts, showing him to press circles onto them. He rubbed her nipples with his palms. It was Alice’s turn to moan.

“So!” A voice startled Alice.

She spun around. It was the Cheshire cat in a tree. Alice realized where she was. Several croquet players were looking at her. Her ears got hot. Her neck itched. Alice laughed.

How could she have completely forgotten she was at a croquet game? She put her hands over face. How embarrassing!

“So!” the cat said again. “How are you getting off?”

As she turned back to the cat, she felt some relief that the other players returned to their game. She scowled. “Don’t you mean ‘how am I getting on?’ ”

“That too.” The cat smiled its toothy smile.

“I’m afraid I’m not doing very well,” Alice said. “I haven’t been able to hit the ball once.”

“Not what you’re used to?”

“Not at all.”

“And how do you like the mallets?” The cat’s smile had a mischievous flavor to it.

Alice saw right through his game, but had an idea. She whispered to the cat in a husky voice, “I just love the mallets. Holding that hot, long rod in my hands. Stroking that cock good and hard. Rubbing it from root to tip, watching the man’s face tighten with delight. His legs go weak.”

The cat grinned wider.

“I never thought they could be so long. And just imagining that thing inside of me. Oh my Lord!” Alice closed her eyes and held herself as if she were picturing the erotic scene. “But you know what I like even more than the mallets?”

“Tell me!”

“The croquet balls,” Alice said. “They’re the cat’s pajamas!”

Flannel pajamas appeared on the back half of the Cheshire cat’s body. Crab legs stuck out from the side of the pajamas, their claws snapping blindly at the air.

The cat’s expression changed into a tired look of exasperation. “Ha.” He paused. “Ha.”

Alice laughed at how ridiculous he looked. “So much for your hindsight.”

“No, no,” the cat said. “I had some memory of the pajama moment.”

“So why did you let me say it?”

“Because I also have the memory of using it as a reason to say how it looks like your dream of having a mallet inside you is coming true.”

Strong arms embraced Alice from behind.

“You feel so good, Alice.” She felt Charlie’s voice of desire at her ear. He leaned her over. She heard her skirt rustling as Charlie lifted the hem behind her.

“Let me show you what you did to me,” he whispered.

She got hot with anticipation.

Her underwear was whisked down. She felt him guide his tip past her entrance.

She sighed with delight.

Considering what playing with Charlie’s mallet did to her, that cock was just what she needed.

He pushed in further, a gentle never-ending push. She was so wet for him, it hardly mattered how quickly he entered her. In. And in. Lord, he was so big! He reached the depth of her.

“Like a snake!” She cried. “It’s like a snake!” Charlie’s length coiled inside her, allowing more of him to enter. Alice felt his hands knead her nipples as he continued filling her, opening her. In. And in. Charlie pushed until finally, Alice felt his waist connect with hers. She was full of Charlie.

She gasped at the sensation of this hot, massive cock coiled inside of her. But something was missing. Wasn’t a cock this big supposed to get her to climax? Or did she really need one in her rear to get there? Alice decided to try something daring.

“It feels as hard and stiff as it was before,” Alice breathed.

Alice cried out as Charlie’s cock stretched her more. It tried to unwind itself inside of her and fought to push open her walls. Charlie sucked in his breath through clenched teeth. It must have been incredibly uncomfortable having a hard cock twisted so.

The queen’s voice shouted in the distance, “The tarts! Someone stole the tarts!”

Alice and Charlie stilled, and glanced in the queen’s direction. She seemed to be glaring straight at them. Her majesty stepped at a good clip towards them.

“You better stop,” Alice sighed to Charlie. Charlie grit his teeth and began to pull out. Alice held her breath, and pressed Charlie’s hands against her breasts, making sure he didn’t put his hands down just yet. Lord, the length of that thing. He pulled out. And out. It stretched her folds, feeling hard between them. It felt so good. She didn’t really want to stop.

Alice found she could no longer keep his hands on her chest, not if he needed to pull completely out of her. Charlie stepped back from Alice. She stepped forward. Out. And out.

Why didn’t that do it for her? Alice wondered. Why did she feel closer to orgasm handling Charlie’s mallet in her hands than having it inside her? It didn’t make sense.

The queen was closer, just a few yards away. Charlie’s last few inches slipped out of Alice. Alice adjusted her dress to cover her legs.

“Who is that?!” the queen demanded, pointing behind Alice. Alice followed the line of her finger to the Cheshire cat who was still grinning at the show he just watched.

“That’s a Cheshire cat,” Alice said.

“I hate this part,” the cat said.

“Well,” the queen said. “Wipe that smile off his face!”

Alice suddenly found she had no control. Her hand brushed across the cat’s face. His smile drifted completely off his whiskers and floated away.

The cat grabbed his smile with a paw and placed it back on his face. Only it was less of a smile and more of a grin-and-bear-it look.

The queen said, “He looks suspicious!”

“I best be going, now,” the cat said and vanished.

“Where did he go?” The queen said to no one in particular. Then she turned to Alice. “Where did he go?”

“How should I know?” Alice said. “He’s not my cat.”

“Then whose cat is he?”

“He belongs to the duke,” Alice said.

“Fetch the duke!” the queen shouted. “And find out who stole my tarts!”

The flat soldiers stepped out of their positions as arches and scrambled off to heed the queen’s commands.

“As usual,” the queen said, “no winner in croquet. Everyone must return for the pre-late-afternoon game!” The queen scuttled away.

Alice stepped close to Charlie, putting her hands on his chest as she looked up into his eyes. “I suppose I should bring you back to the other mallets.” Her pussy clenched and she growled as she gave his cock one last squeeze. So hard to let go.

She kissed his cheek and took him by the hand, leading him to the row of naked men, their cocks dangling close to the ground. Only Charlie’s glistened in the afternoon sun.

Alice walked back towards the area where the other players stood. Suddenly an oozing arm wrapped around her waist, a stench violating her nose.