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

She opened her eyes as she continued to kiss the hanged man, and watched him stroking his cock with fervor. Wow! He really enjoyed what she was doing to him. Recognizing this effect she had on him just by kissing him made her nipples harden.

If kissing him got him this worked up, Alice wondered how he’d react to a little more.

She closed her eyes and still kissing him, tongues entwined, she placed her hands on his chest. It was warm and moist with his sweat. His heart pounded. His chest hairs tickled her fingers as she slid her hands higher, closer to his waist. She opened her eyes.

How close could she get her fingers to his cock without actually touching it?

The hanged man broke the kiss and gasped, his hands shuttling faster along his length.

Alice brought her hands back down to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding at a steady tempo. He kissed her deeply. She wanted to see just how much he responded to her touches, but didn’t want to break the kiss.

She slid only one hand this time along his skin close to his tip. With the other hand she felt his heart speed up matching the increased tempo of his hand strokes.

Amazing that she could have such control over a man’s heartbeat. She could get a man so excited. Maybe pleasing a man wasn’t so hard after all. It’s this, Alice told herself. This is what Jack’s missing.

Alice broke the kiss, and dipped her face to his neck and then his chest, leaving a trail of little pecks along the way.

The hanged man sighed and she inched further up.

Alice’s hands pressed faster, up and down his torso as she placed kisses upon his chest. Each kiss was more like a lick that ended in a kiss. The salty sweat she tasted made her head swim.

The hanged man moaned and she inched further up.

She kissed his belly, lapping circles around his naval. Her hands reached to his thighs and caressed his legs, soft with velvety dark hair. His musky scent was stronger here. Alice squeezed her thighs together. Just the tartness of his scent made her tingle.

The hanged man groaned and she inched further up.

Alice placed kisses at his waist. Her kisses outlined the space around his shaft giving him the room he needed to continue pumping his fist along its length. She ran her hands along the insides of his thighs, and slowly drifted towards the spot between his legs. That line between his legs was hot slick with his sweat. The intimacy of getting to touch this steaming spot on a man!

Jack would never know the feeling.

Alice could make this stranger gasp, sigh, moan, and groan.

Jack would never have that experience.

Not by your fingers, a voice inside Alice said. But perhaps by Carol’s fingers…and mouth!

Alice became livid. She shoved aside the man’s hand from his cock.

He whimpered. She swallowed him whole.

“Yes!” he said. “Put that big lovely mouth around me!”

So this was it.

The first time she tasted a cock. His skin was hot. Salty. Her tongue glided across the smooth ridge on his cock’s head.

It wasn’t difficult for Alice to get the whole length inside her mouth. The entire man was small enough that she could probably fit his fist in her mouth.

Jack’s size was another story, though. Alice guessed she wouldn’t be able to swallow his full length. But if she wasn’t able to, neither was Carol.

Alice decided to do all the things to this hanged man that Carol would never be able to do on Jack, just in case Alice needed to shock Jack with tales of her own talents.

Alice suckled on his cock and angled to watch his face. He was in ecstasy, emitting sounds that could only be a sign of torture or a sign of bliss. In this case, probably both.

Alice ran her hands around his waist and grabbed his ass, a handful of firm flesh in each hand. She moved her head back and forth, imitating the hand she replaced. She swirled her tongue around his hot length. She was feeling the heat, too. Sweat collected under her breasts. Moisture dripped between her thighs.

His moans were louder now. Alice felt dizzy at the power she had over him. She could make this hanged man experience incredible pleasure with her hands and with her mouth and she could take it all away from him if she wanted to by simply stopping. She was in control.

But the power excited her too much to stop. Alice licked his cock like a lollipop. She sucked it, tongued it, slipped the tip of her tongue in the tip of his cock. Then dived completely along the shaft, taking his balls in her mouth along the way. A sensation Jack would never know.

The hanged man bellowed.

With his free hand he gripped the back of her head and shouted, “Drink me!”

Alice cupped her hand hard against her pussy. Her heart hammered out of her as if to replace her voice. I can make a man come!

Alice suckled hard at the hanged man’s cock. She was ready to swallow everything he had. Even though she’d never been with a man, she’d read enough to know what was coming next.

Then he yelled triumphant, inarticulate.

Alice felt squirt after squirt of his climax go down her throat. It tasted salty. She liked it, really liked it.

He shouted his release. More came. And kept coming. The whole time, the hanged man screamed his joy.

Alice’s mouth flooded with his essence. The room echoed the arousing sounds of his cries. His exhilaration got her so excited.

She pressed her chest as close to him as she could, hugging him. Through her dress, she rubbed her breasts against him. All the while, she kept her mouth clamped tight around him, and swallowed, sucked and drank it all down.

The hot liquid warmed inside her belly.

When Alice noticed there was nothing more to drink, she licked the surrounding seed off his shaft until it was wiped clean with her tongue. She let his cock flop out from her mouth and she sat down on the ground.

If Jack could see me now…

The hanged man’s chains rattled and released, dropping him. He hit the ground with a thud.

“Ooh!” Alice reached out to him. “Are you okay?”

The man rubbed his head. He smiled up at Alice. “Never better, beautiful one.”

Alice was surprised to see the chains react by themselves that way. But she hardly had a moment to consider why when she noticed something even stranger. The walls were shrinking. Either the hallway was getting smaller, or she was getting bigger.

“What’s happening to me?”

“You drank me,” the man said. “Words can’t describe the beautiful woman you’re becoming.”

Her belly tingled. What was happening? The tingling spread up and down, to her pussy and nipples. She curled her toes and clutched her breasts, attempting to squeeze all the tingling out of it. Larger and larger, she grew.

Alice now had to duck so she didn’t hit the ceiling. Being this big felt wrong. Not that it was wrong to be big, but wrong for her to be big.

She didn’t deserve it.

Her skin felt like it was stretching. Something was dripping down her thighs.

“Well I’ll be a tucked foy!” The man splashed about and stared at his submerged feet. “You’re causing a little flood down here!”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Alice squeezed her thighs together, but it just made it worse, just made her more excited. She closed her eyes at the overpowering sensations rushing through her.

“It’s not me,” she moaned. “This is not me!”

Alice had to sit down. Liquid splashed around her.

She was sitting in a pond of her own juices. Beside her, the man was swimming. Her little pond had become his lake.

The more he swam towards Alice, the more distant he became. A strong current was pulling him away from her.

“I’m afraid,” he sputtered. “I can’t…”

While distracted by the arousal washing through her body and leaving out between her legs, Alice could do no more than watch as the current sped him away from her. She shivered with hot pleasure.