Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

nipples jutting excitedly at the duo. “How about mammary intercourse?”
    “Don’t be silly,” the Tweedles said.
    Alice stood there, feeling like an idiot, holding her bare breasts in her palms. “What then?”
    “Stand there, just like that,” said Tweedle Dee.
    “Just like that, except spread your legs apart,” said Tweedle Dum. “And lift your skirt.”
    Alice did as they asked, tucking the front hem of her skirt into the waistband to reveal the shaved area between her legs. She still felt a little silly, but that was overridden by the anticipation of what they might do, now that her breasts were bare and her thighs were open.
    “Now what?”
    “Watch.” And with that, Tweedle Dee took ahold of Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dum took ahold of Tweedle Dee, and with two strokes of each other’s lengths, both the curve up and the curve down were stiff as could be.
    “Are you ready now?” asked Alice, and she spread her legs farther apart, the cool air caressing the (very!) wet heat between.
    “Keep watching,” said Tweedle Dum, and he fell to his knees and took his partner’s shaft deep into his mouth.
    Tweedle Dee moaned, and his eyes turned back a little in his head.
    Alice pinched her nipples, rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers as she watched the show, wondering when they’d get to her.
    Dum cupped Tweedle Dee while he sucked and licked and did all manner of appealing things with his (very!) talented tongue. And as he bobbed and weaved, putting his energy into the task, his own member bobbed and weaved and swayed heavy between his legs, and Alice found herself wanting desperately to take him into her hands.
    “Don’t,” said Dee, as if reading her thoughts. “We’re not at all ready for you yet.”
    So she stood there while they traded places, Tweedle Dee doing the sucking and flicking and bobbing and weaving, his curved upward tool stiff and glistening and hanging temptingly like delicious fruit waiting to be eaten.
    And Alice slipped one hand from her breast and glided her fingers into the wetness between her open thighs.
    Now the two returned to penis fencing, rubbing one hard length against the other. And as Alice caressed herself in small circles and played with one soft mound of breast, she could feel building that sense of pressure and heat and emptiness. And she was looking at two things that would be perfect to fill it.
    “May I please?”
    “Please?” said Tweedle Dee.
    “Please, please, please?” begged Alice.
    “Please, please, please?” echoed Tweedle Dum.
    Alice had no idea what else to say. In all honesty, she’d never had to try too hard to get men interested in making love to her. Never had to try at all, really. Not on either side of the looking glass. And now she was standing in front of these two erect and ready shafts with her nipples protruding and her special place dripping with want, and these two men she’d hadn’t even found attractive refused to let her touch them.
    And yet, she wanted nothing more. Somehow, while watching their coupling, these unappealing little men had become very appealing indeed.
    This land through the looking glass really was a backward kind of place!
    She cleared her throat. “May I please put your long, hard cocks in my mouth and lick them with my tongue?”
    The Tweedles stared at one another and then looked back to her. “Certainly! Why didn’t you ask that in the first place?”
    And although Alice definitely should have felt put out and frustrated and longing to kill them both over that last remark, instead she got down on her knees in the green, green grass and began to lick the two crossed shafts as they rubbed against one other.
    She ran her tongue over Tweedle Dee’s ridge and underneath to his swinging sack. Then she worked her way back to the place where they crossed and lavished her attention on Tweedle Dum. Pretty soon she couldn’t tell Dum from Dee or Dee from Dum, it just seemed like one big pleasure pretzel that existed simply for her pleasurable pleasure.
    Each man grasped a breast and played with her pulsing nipples. Tweedle Dee would moan, then Dum would moan. Tweedle Dum would groan and then Dee would groan. With each flick of Alice’s tongue, the men would respond. Each lick of their balls, they’d bellow like elk.
    Finally Tweedle Dum caressed her hair, causing her to look up at him. “Let’s try this,” he said, and he poked the tip of his shaft between her lips.
    She took the down curve in