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

“Oooh,” Alice said.

“Let me taste,” another man said. He took over the job, coating her with strokes of his tongue.

Sparks zinged through her body. If this is what oral sex was like, how could a cock be any better? Alice moaned again. His tongue penetrated deeper than the other man’s tongue had, but still she wanted more. More fingers, more tongues, kisses, caresses. Don’t just worship my wetness. Worship all of me!

Why were they making her juices so sacred? And then a thought made her laugh.

The man tasting her stopped and asked, “What are you laughing about?”

“You were swimming in it,” Alice managed to say through her giggles.

The man ignored her and returned to lapping up her juices.

Maybe this time, Alice thought to herself, her eyes closed. Maybe this time I’ll orgasm.

One by one, each of the men stepped forward to taste Alice, lick her with their tongues, snake them inside her and wipe her cleft with them, sucking, drinking, slurping. She wriggled with delight.

I think it’ll happen. Just a little more.

But suddenly there was only cool air against her pussy. The men must have decided they were done getting their prizes. She felt exhausted, disappointed, and confused.

Her muscles were tight. She still hadn’t learned what an orgasm felt like — and she’d felt it was so close. Not only did she not have an orgasm, no one had had an orgasm. So what was the point of this whole exercise? Where was the fun in all of that?

A cold chill washed over her as she realized the truth. Since no one had an orgasm, she didn’t turn them on at all.

She quickly sat up and shoved down her dress. How could I have been so stupid? To think I could actually be pretty enough to excite these guys. To think they were actually interested in my body. They just wanted their stupid prizes.

The hanged man? He probably never saw a woman before he met me. I bet I wasn’t the most “beautifully big” woman he ever saw. I bet I was the only woman he ever saw.

Alice faced the truth. It’s not that Carol’s prettier than me. I’m not pretty at all.

“Come on,” Rabbit said, lifting her by the arm. “We’re going to build a campfire.”

Alice followed obediently. She wanted so much to just go to her room and lock herself in, and these men were her best shot at helping her find a way back to her normal size and return home. But her throat was too choked up to ask for help. She’d have to wait until later when she felt up to asking. For now, they wanted to boss her around and tell her where to go? That was fine with her. She didn’t care anymore.

Alice let herself be led to a sandy clearing with a circle of rocks where a few of the men were tossing ice cubes into the circle.

“What are you doing?” Alice asked.

“Building a fire,” one of the men said, looking baffled by her question.

“But how do you expect to start a fire with all that ice in there?”

Rabbit stepped forward shaking his head. “If you hold ice for too long it does what?”

Alice looked at him.

He asked again, “If you hold ice for too long it does what?”

“Burns?” Alice offered.

“Like?”

Alice thought a bit. “Like fire?”

“Exactly.”

Alice scowled. “Wait, so you think you can start a fire because of that old cliche ‘ice burns like fire?’ “

“Of course!” Rabbit said.

Alice sneered. “You are such a clown.”

Suddenly the men smiled and pointed at Rabbit. “Ooooh!” They all said.

Rabbit held up his hands in protest. “I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say anything! She’s not all the world! She’s not all the world!”

The men laughed at him anyway.

Alice didn’t understand why, but felt tongue-tied to ask any questions.

Rabbit gave Alice a stern look and placed a few twigs onto the pile of ice. The twigs went up in flames.

“Lord!” Alice said.

Still laughing at Rabbit for some reason, several men picked up larger pieces of wood and placed it on the burning twigs. Flames shot higher.

Alice stared at the fire.

“Come, let’s read,” said Rabbit.

The men sat down still chuckling at him, positioning themselves out of the way of the smoke that floated to the pink sky.

Alice had to find out how that fire started. She sat down next to Rabbit whose cock lay upon the log between his legs, but he seemed preoccupied with all the men chuckling at his expense.

“Why are they laughing at you?” she asked.

“Because you said you love me,” he replied.

“No I didn’t.”

“Oh, yes you did. You scientifically stated you’re in love with me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Alice insisted. “All I said was that you’re a clown.”

Rabbit made a gesture with his hand as if to say, “See?”

He must have seen Alice’s confusion in her face because he rolled his eyes and explained, “You said I’m a clown. All the world loves a clown. You are all the world to me. Ergo, you love me.”

Alice looked with a blank face. She blinked, then expelled a gust of laughter. Doubled over clutching her side, “Ow, ow!” The laughter brought pain.

Suddenly the men jumped to her, as a group. One shouted, “Quick! Get a splint!” Another clamped his hands on Alice’s side.

“Hey!” Alice shouted. “Back off!”

“We don’t want your side to split,” the man said clutching her waist.

“What?” Alice wriggled. “I’m fine! I’m fine!”

The men studied her face.

“You are?” Rabbit asked.

“Yes, now get off of me!”

The men let her go and sat back down on the surrounding logs bare-assed.

“Your splint, sir.” A man fully dressed in a tuxedo held out to Rabbit a piece of wood and long leaves.

Though the man dressed and spoke like a servant, and bowed like one, too, he didn’t look servant-y at all. He had a full lion’s mane of auburn hair and gorgeous blue eyes that looked vaguely familiar.

Rabbit looked up at him from his seated position with an annoyed expression. “We don’t need it anymore. Go away!”

“Yes, sir.” The servant bowed and then walked off.

“What was that all about?” Alice asked.

“You had side-splitting laughter,” Rabbit said. “You could have been hurt. Do you know how many people every year die from laughter?”

“You’re kidding, right? That’s just a cliche,” Alice said.

“That’s why it’s science,” Rabbit said.

“What?”

“Don’t you get it? The physical laws of our land are governed by cliches. Why else do you think reading is so dangerous?” Rabbit turned to everyone else and said again, “Come! Let’s read!”

The man with the grey ponytail stood up, ran to their village of huts and cottages, and came back seconds later carrying a burned piece of paper covered with plastic wrap. The other men rubbed their hands together and licked their lips with anticipation.

“I thought you said reading’s dangerous,” Alice whispered to Rabbit.

“It is,” Rabbit replied. “That’s why when we found this scrap that survived the book burning, our elder who is the only one among us who knows how to read, risked his life to see if there were any life-threatening cliches on the page. Fortunately, there weren’t any. So we know it’s okay to read. But don’t tell the queen. She’ll cut off our heads!”

“You mean-” Alice dragged her finger across her neck making a cutting sound.

“No,” Rabbit said. “I mean-” He lifted up the tip of his penis and dragged a finger across it making a cutting sound.

Alice cringed.

The men chanted, “Story time! Story time! Story time!”

The grey-haired elder delicately removed the plastic wrap.