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

rules.”
    “So you don’t follow the rules?” asked Alice, a wicked thrill making her nipples tighten.
    “Of course not,” said Lily, who seemed to be the leader. “We’re wild, after all.”
    Alice already liked this place much better than the courtyard of beds. “So you can do anything in any position and follow your sexual fantasies?”
    “We certainly can,” said Rose, and as if to prove it, she began to play with her abundant breasts, pulling and twisting the sparkly rings until her nipples jutted out from her pillowy areolas, more erect than any nipples Alice had ever seen, even the White Queen’s.
    Now Alice had always found women’s curves to be beautiful—they were the subjects of paintings and sculpture, after all. But never in a million years did she dream she would find another woman’s breasts this arousing. The sheer lavishness of Rose’s made her want to touch them, to suckle them, to caress them with her own.
    And it wasn’t just Rose’s, she realized. Lily’s breasts were much smaller, but perfectly rounded and firm. Her nipples were tight as well, jutting hard like bullets, dark against Lily’s rich, chocolate skin.
    And then there was Daisy, hers white and pure, her areolas pink and delicate, nipples perky.
    And as Alice drank in the variety of mammary beauty, she found herself fondling her own. Her mounds were larger than Daisy’s or Lily’s, yet half the size of Rose’s plush curves. But they had a firmness that felt good in her palms, and she’d liked the weight of them bouncing when the Red King had thrust into her. Alice’s nipples tingled, and she played with them while recalling the lovemaking. The yearning within her reached a fever pitch.
    “You like looking at tits, Alice?”
    Alice flushed a little. “I suppose I was staring. I apologize.”
    “No need,” said Rose. She rose to her feet and stepped close to Alice. “But there are some things more fun than staring. Like touching. Would you like to massage mine, Alice?”
    Alice looked at those sumptuous breasts, the soft, puffy, cloud-like areolas and prominent nipples just inches from her own. Rose was wearing some sort of lotion that glistened like vegetable oil, and Alice couldn’t help wondering if Rose’s breasts would feel slippery if Alice stuck out her chest, leaned forward and pressed hers to them.
    Sweat bloomed on Alice’s skin, and wet heat pooled between her thighs. She pulled her gaze away, not sure where to look.
    Lily and Daisy stood and stepped close to her, as well. Now wherever Alice directed her eyes, there were soft mounds to touch and erect nipples begging to be licked and sucked and…
    “Um… Are there any men around?”
    Lily smiled slyly. “Have you ever rubbed your tits against another woman’s nipples, Alice?”
    Alice’s throat felt dry, and to her horror, her nipples tingled, hard and erect at the thought.
    “Um… I like it when men suck my nipples. Especially when another man is thrusting into me from behind.”
    Rose arched her back and brushed her prominent nipples against Alice’s as the White Queen had done earlier. Only the White Queen had not been wearing jewelry, and the addition of the silver rings embedded with diamonds made a shiver ripple over Alice’s whole body and zing straight to the core of her femininity.
    “You liked that, didn’t you, Alice?” asked Rose and rubbed against Alice again, and her skin was indeed slippery.
    An involuntary moan issued from Alice’s lips. She had to get ahold of herself. “I like it when men…”
    “You sure talk about men-folk a lot,” said Daisy, as she dipped her delicate fingers into the V between Alice’s thighs, making her gasp. “And yet, you are mighty wet. Mighty wet.”
    “Do our tits turn you on, Alice?” Lily took Alice’s hand and cupped it over a tattooed breast. Her nipple poked between Alice’s fingers.
    Alice rolled it with her fingertips despite herself. “I’m… I’m not gay.”
    “Well, bless your heart. You don’t have to be gay, Alice.” Daisy slid her finger against one side of Alice’s clitoris, then the other, sending powerful tremors through Alice’s body.
    “She’s right, you know, Alice.” Lily slid a hand under Alice’s bottom and skated a finger inside her pleasure tunnel. “You just have to enjoy yourself.”
    “Are you enjoying yourself, Alice dear?” asked Rose, pressing her bodacious breasts firmly against Alice’s and gliding her nipples up and