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

swinger’s party on this side of the looking glass, we must all follow the Red Queen’s rules.”
    Alice pictured that for a moment. Missionary position. No fantasies allowed. “Oh, I see. But can’t we change the rules?”
    The White Queen slowly shook her head. “I’m afraid the ruling queen gets to set the rules for fantasy and sex on this side of the looking glass.”
    “Funny,” mused Alice. “On my side of the looking glass, fundamentalist religion does that. Although most people only pretend to be pious, so enforcing their rules is not all that successful most of the time.”
    “I say we all try to jump through the looking glass!” said the White King, throwing a fist in the air.
    “I say we get in a quickie before the Red Queen gets back,” said the Red King, rubbing his stiff member against Alice’s thigh and cupping one of her breasts and one of the White Queen’s in each hand.
    “What do you think we should do, Alice?” asked the White Queen.
    “Well,” Alice said, wrinkling her brow. “I don’t rightly know. Should I even have a say?”
    “Everyone should have a say,” said the White King.
    “But you are all royalty. I’m just plain, regular Alice.”
    “There’s only one answer to this problem,” the White Queen said.
    All three turned to look at her; Alice and the two kings.
    “Alice has to become a queen.”
    If there was something she could say that would have shocked Alice more, Alice didn’t know what it was. “A queen? Me?”
    “Certainly!” said the White Queen. “You’d make a fabulous queen.”
    “Yes, you would,” said the White King, lowering his head to suckle Alice’s nipple.
    “Yes, you would,” said the Red King, now behind her and probing between her legs with his rigid manhood.
    “Yes, you would,” said the White Queen, dropping down to her knees and preparing to lick between Alice’s thighs. “You just need to have an open mind.”
    “That’s all I need to become a queen?”
    The White Queen toyed with Alice, using the tip of her tongue. “That’s all you need.”
    “I daresay, you have the rest of the requirements already,” said the Red King, rubbing his hardness over her bottom and between her legs as if coating himself with her nectar.
    A thrill swept over Alice, the physical pleasure of three people making love to her, and the delight of imagining that she was a queen.
    She would have a crown, of course, or maybe a tiara of diamonds. And she would wear beautiful dresses and attend parties and everyone in her kingdom would adore her.
    “Please, can you take it in your hand?” the White King asked, stroking her fingers with his stiff rod.
    Alice was very anxious to be of use, so she gripped his member in her palm and started working up and down over his rigid length, soft skin and prominent ridge.
    “Oh, yes.”
    She felt a pressure behind at her opening, and tilted her bottom upward in response.
    The Red King’s fat member slid into the hungry wetness of her enchanted tunnel. He gripped her hips and delved deep, just like she’d done with the rabbit, just like she’d imagined a man doing when she was watching herself in the mirror.
    The White King took one of her nipples between his teeth, giving her a gentle nibble. He cupped both breasts in his hands, massaging and kneading and making Alice feel wonderfully thrilling sensations while he pumped his shank into her tight fist.
    “Your tits are so hot, Alice,” he said. “I want to spill my essence all over your nipples.”
    Alice had never heard of such a thing, but it sounded interesting all the same. Perhaps it was something reserved for royalty; something she could try once she’d opened her mind enough to become a royal herself. Maybe some of those pretty, queenly dresses she’d wear would be designed to leave her breasts bare, for just such an occasion.
    “The rest of you is hot too, Alice,” muttered the White Queen between licks, and her enthusiasm rippled through Alice in trembling waves.
    “I’ll say!” The Red King bellowed, taking another deep plunge. “Alice has the hottest box in Looking Glass Land!”
    Alice wasn’t sure if it was polite to say thank you to such compliments or not. But truly, the more the kings and queen licked her and teased her and explored her and thrust into her, the hotter she felt, and the more queenly.
    The White King had just started making loud grunting sounds and the Red King had just settled into a driving rhythm and the