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

with the other, keeping him high and erect and straining.
    “Good day, Alice. I just saw you with Dodgson over there. Quite open-minded of you to cater to his unorthodox needs.”
    “Did you enjoy watching?” Alice asked. She knew the question was bold, but she was turned on by royalty, as evidenced by all the adventures she’d had to date, and she hadn’t quite gotten over her disappointment that the Red King hadn’t been able to complete his thrusting into her secret garden back at the Looking Glass House. She believed that sort of thing was called thrustus interruptus.
    “I did. It is always exciting to see my favorite movie star in action.”
    Alice’s face crinkled. “Dodgson is a movie star?”
    “Not Dodgson, Alice. You. You’re the star of
Alice’s Sexual Piercing Adventure
, the number one adult film of all time.”
    “But they just made that movie less than an hour ago. You’ve seen it?”
    “Everyone has seen it. You’re the fantasy of everyone here, Alice.”
    “I am?”
    “Indeed. In fact, you are the subject of an unbearably long poem. Would you like to hear it?”
    “No, thank you,” said Alice, desperate to avoid more stupid poetry.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Quite sure.”
    “I could just recite a few dozen stanzas. It will be brief.”
    “I truly don’t want to hear any more poetry, no matter how brief.”
    Apparently unable to help himself, the King opened his mouth to recite anyway. “The lion and the unicorn were—”
    But before he could complete the first line, a brilliant idea popped into Alice’s head; the perfect way to avoid more poetry. She dropped to her knees and took the king’s straining member into her mouth.
    “—fighting… oh, mercy!”
    And he forgot all about the poem and began thrusting wildly, sliding on her tongue. Alice grabbed his legs, and settled into his rhythm, sucking and teasing and delighting in the sounds he made. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to shoot his essence into her mouth or shower it all over her breasts or bury himself inside her, but any way he did it, the thought excited her so much, she could feel an orgasm building without any stimulation at all.
    The Red King’s moans had just reached a fevered pitch, when he suddenly stopped. “No, no, wait. Before I come, there’s something I do want, more than anything.”
    Alice let his hardness slide from her lips and she peered up at him. She couldn’t help wondering what kind of kink the Red King was into. “What do you want me to do?”
    “Ever since I watched you in that mirror, pleasuring yourself, and then we were interrupted, I’ve wanted to drill into you from behind again and send your breasts bouncing like that. Is there a chance that…”
    “Certainly,” Alice said, for she was partial to that position, at least she seemed to be in this particular adventure. And of course, she was always eager to be of use, especially where royalty was concerned.
    So she stood up and braced her palms on the refreshment table and spread her legs apart, tilting her bottom upward to fully display the entrance of her love tunnel. And the men gathered to watch. Hatta and Haigha brought their cameras. The wildflowers arrived in a bouquet with the Tweedles and Humpty. And the White Queen joined the party, too.
    “Oh me, oh my,” said the King. He positioned himself behind her and swirled his rigid head around and around in her wetness. “You are so beautiful and sexy, Alice. And so very, very fresh and eager and heavy with dew. Not at all like the Red Queen.”
    And Alice thought about what Humpty said about her royalness insisting on boredom and falling asleep on the Jabbercock. And although she wondered if those things were true, she thought it was probably rude to ask at the moment the Red King was getting ready to enter her.
    So she didn’t, and he did.
    He moved slowly at first, gliding inside, then pulling out. Then his strokes grew faster, and soon he was pounding into her, his sack slapping against her hungry nub. Then his fingers were on her as well, teasing and inspiring and grabbing her hips and thrusting.
    Pressure built in Alice and her breasts bounced and all the men and women from her fantasies stroked themselves and each other and a full out orgy ensued.
    “These positions are not approved!” A screech ripped through the park and frightened the birds in the trees. Everyone looked up at the Red Queen, who stood in the center of the gazebo and had her arm