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

have a grand idea. We just need you to do something for us, Alice.”
    Alice propped herself up on her elbows and eyed their everlasting erections. She’d lost count of her orgasms, but these two odd little men had given her so many that she felt limp as a dish rag. Still, she wanted this to be just as fabulous for them as it had been for her, even if she wasn’t sure how she’d find the strength to see them through.
    “What would you like me to do?”
    “Just take off your blouse and lie back in the grass, Alice dear,” said Dee.
    That sounded like a grand idea, and Alice shrugged the open blouse off her arms and relaxed in the grass. “Now what?”
    “Now raise your skirt to your waist and spread your thighs wide,” said Dum.
    Alice did as he asked.
    Dee looked down at her exposed center and nodded approvingly, his upturned shaft following the bob of his head. “Now pull your arms tight to your sides and fluff up your tits.”
    “Fluff them up?” Alice repeated. “How do I fluff them up?”
    “Kind of squeeze them together a little with your arms.”
    “Yeah,” added Dum taking hold of Dee’s hard member and stroking. “Make your nipples point right up at us.”
    “Yeah, like they’re begging,” Dee said, grabbing ahold of Dum.
    Alice did as she was asked, her arms acting a bit like a pushup bra. Her mounds surged together, looking and feeling more voluptuous than she ever remembered. Her nipples were incredibly hard, but Dee and Dum pinched and teased them anyway, until they strained upward, as if (indeed!) begging to touch the men’s vigorous poles.
    “Now bring both hands between your legs and touch yourself,” said Dee. “Make yourself come.”
    Alice hadn’t been sure she could make herself come again, as tired as she was, but all this tit fluffing and nipple begging was making her feel hot and wet all over again. She slid her fingers on either side of her clit, then dipped two fingers into her special place, clit, special place, clit, special place, imagining it was both the Tweedles penetrating her at once.
    Above her, the Tweedles pumped one another with their hands. Faster and faster their fists flew, one curving up and one curving down, until one and then the other began to thrust with his hips and moan.
    And then Alice started moaning too, the quiver between her legs escalating as she watched the curved shafts and tight balls bob above her. And a wave of ecstasy crashed over her, seizing her muscles, and shuddering and quaking, and she didn’t stop but pushed for another.
    And then the Tweedles cried out, one after the other, and their essence streamed from their stiff rods and kissed her breasts, warm and glossy and smooth. And then they were rubbing their hardness over her, cock against nipple, slick skin against slick skin.
    And another wave crested and crashed, and Alice added her cries to the mix.
    And when they were done, Alice knew without a doubt what her nipples had been begging for, because it was exactly what they got.
    “Well, thank you for a wonderful time, you sexy gentlemen,” she said, still out of breath.
    Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum each wiped off a breast, taking great care to flick and pinch and toy with her nipples while they were doing it. “You have lovely feminine parts, Alice,” said Dee.
    “Thank you,” said Alice.
    “Yes,” said Dum. “All your parts are quite lovely.”
    Alice sat up, but the two kept wiping, their members thick and ready once again, only this time Dee’s was turned down and Dum’s was facing up.
    Curious.
    “Have you ever thought of showing off your lovely parts with a bit of sparkly jewelry?” Dee asked.
    “Oh my, yes. That would be divine,” concurred Dum.
    Alice remembered Rose’s sparkly nipple rings and the beautiful golden gleam brightening Daisy’s clit.
    “It would be beautiful, that is for certain, but I’m not sure I’m daring enough to try something like that.”
    Dee smiled. “You should at least talk to the White Queen, see what she says.”
    “The White Queen?”
    “She’s a queen. The one who wears white,” Dum explained.
    “I know who she is. I’ve met her before. But she doesn’t wear any jewelry, if you don’t count the tiara on her head.”
    The two looked at each other. “She doesn’t wear much of anything at all.”
    “That’s true,” agreed Alice, thinking of the White Queen’s bare breasts and special place. “Although it seems that on this side of the looking glass, very