Free Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy) by Melinda DuChamp

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 few people wear much at all. But what I don’t understand is why I should talk to her about jewelry.”
    “Well, that’s simple enough,” said Tweedle Dee. “She does piercings at her store. Ye Olde Sex Shoppe.”
    “Where is that, exactly?” Alice asked, becoming curiouser and curiouser.
    Tweedle Dum pointed with his member, now very much as stiff as before. “You just follow the path through the trees.”
    “There sure are lots of paths through the trees around here,” Alice mused.
    But neither