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

massive member in her secret garden.
    Humpty seemed to sense her discomfort, and he pulled free and then caressed her sore cheeks.
    “Congrats,” he said. “Not many women can do that. You have a big mouth.”
    “Thanks, I guess.”
    “Want to try sex?”
    Alice chewed her lower lip. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I can handle you.”
    “Won’t know until you try,” Humpty said, winking. Then he was lying on his back, hands clasped behind his head, fat toes wiggling.
    Alice’s early comparison to a fire hydrant was appropriate. She stared at his manhood in awe, sure there was no way she could ride something that wide.
    “I thought your tits were beautiful before. You should see them from underneath.” He said the words softly, reverently, and yet Alice felt them in her core. “Play with your nipples a little, will you?”
    Alice did, and her nipples tingled and peeked in front of Humpty’s appreciative eyes.
    “I wish I could film a porno of you right now. Every guy on earth couldn’t help stroking his pole to the sight of those luscious tits.”
    The appreciation in Humpty’s voice made her wish Hatta and Haigha were here right now recording her newest adventure. Humpty’s comments and the enthralled look on his face were making her feel like gold.
    Hot gold.
    “Do you like hearing me talk dirty, Alice?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Do you like me saying crude and naughty words? Like when I talk about your tits?”
    Alice thought she probably shouldn’t, but she had to admit she kind of did. “It’s exciting. A little forbidden, I guess.”
    “How about pussy? Would you think it was hot if I said that word?”
    She felt a little thrill down below. “Yes, I guess it would be hot.”
    “Okay, let’s try this: Will you show me your pussy, Alice? Will you stand over me and give me a peek?”
    Alice
knew
she shouldn’t do that. But again, it was exciting. Thrilling, even. So she stood over Humpty, a leg on either side of his head, her thighs spread wide.
    He reached for his member and started fondling. “You are so sexy, Alice. So wet. Do you like me staring at your spread pussy?”
    She swallowed into a dry throat. “Yes, I do.”
    “Can you touch yourself while I watch?”
    She did, and sensation zinged along every nerve.
    “How wet are you, Alice?” Humpty asked.
    “Wet.”
    “Really wet? Check and see.”
    She slid her fingers over herself, then deep inside, feeling the orgasm building again. “Yes.”
    “Dripping? Because I think I can see you dripping for me, Alice.”
    “Yes, I’m dripping.”
    “For me? Staring up here at your pussy and your jutting nipples? Are you dripping for me, Alice?”
    He was crude and rude and her legs felt weak. “Yes, for you.”
    “For which part of me, Alice?”
    “For you, Humpty.”
    “For which part? Say it, Alice. And say it dirty.”
    “I don’t know if I can.”
    “I think you can, Alice. I think an amazing, sexy woman like you can do anything. Now what are you dripping for, Alice?”
    “For your huge cock, Humpty. I’m dripping for your cock.”
    “My huge cock wants to be inside you, Alice. Inside your dripping wet garden. The beautiful garden I’m staring at right now. Do you want that, Alice?”
    “Yes, Humpty.”
    “Do you want it bad?”
    She did. She was so wet. She was so ready. “I want it bad, Humpty.”
    “Then lower your smoking hot self over me, Alice. Let me fill you. Let me impale you.”
    Alice moved lower, positioning herself over his manhood, and began to slowly drop down. When the tip bumped against her, Alice’s first reaction was to do as Humpty suggested and impale herself upon it. But she feared if she went too quickly, she’d split in half. So instead, she rubbed herself over him, her opening and her clit, moving, moistening, teasing herself into a frenzy.
    She really was dripping for him, and it didn’t take long to coat him with her juices. Then she moved her opening just above the soft apex of his glans, and gently eased onto his fat, rigid head, and then all the way in, to the hilt.
    Her body filled. Her skin stretched. The rim of her opening felt hot, almost burning.
    “You feel so good, Alice. I knew you would feel this good.”
    She gasped in a sharp breath, then another.
    “I love how your breasts bounce when you do that. Do it again, Alice.” And his fat fingers found her nipples, teasing and flicking.
    And Alice found herself moving, slowly, carefully, but moving all the same. He