Free Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland by Melinda DuChamp

moment,” the March Hare said. Then he stepped behind, grabbed her hips, positioned himself at her opening, and thrust his curved shaft deep inside.
    Her body clutched around him. She lurched forward and just then, the Hatter sucked her right nipple hard into this mouth, and she cried out.
    Alice’s muscles contracted and spasmed, like they were being pulled by rubber bands, and she thought her legs would collapse like a telescope. But the Hare circled his arm beneath her belly and cradled her to him, all the time driving into her and making her clench deep down with unspeakable pleasure.
    She could feel something more, a force swinging and slapping against the sensitive bump between her legs, and realized it was the rest of the Hare’s man parts—his
balls
, as Dick had called them—and the rhythmic
slap, slap, slap
sent another spasm arching through her.
    This was, indeed, a better position, and a better game, then she ever could have imagined.
    “I have another game to play, Alice,” said the Hatter, the low timbre of his voice vibrating between her breasts. He scooted his body further beneath her until she could feel the stubble on his chin prickle against her most tender place and he started licking in time with the March Hare’s thrusts. The Hatter’s thick, purple staff, like one of Pilar’s mushrooms, rested against her nose. On its tip, a tiny drop of moisture glistened like dew.
    “Would you like permission to take my cock in your mouth?” the Hatter asked.
    Alice blushed at his use of the word. But she managed to say, “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    Alice was finding it difficult to concentrate, between the nipple licking and the Hare pumping into her from behind.
    “Yes, I’d like permission…”
    “To?”
    “To take your…”
    “My what?”
    Alice stared down at it, so big and inviting. The word was so naughty, so vulgar, but she wanted it badly.
    “I’d like permission to take your… your…
cock
in my mouth.”
    “Permission granted.”
    Sighing with relief, Alice placed a hand around the thick base and licked it up with the tip of her tongue.
    The Hatter tasted different from the stripper, different from Pilar. Salty, yes, but with a certain sweet note that made her want to lap at him endlessly. It never occurred to her that men would taste different. Before she came here, she hadn’t wanted to taste them at all.
    But now?
    Now she’d probably wonder what every single man she saw walking down the street tasted like—not that she’d try to find out, of course not, girls like her didn’t do such things—but thinking about what Lewis might taste like turned her on even more.
    She cupped her lips around the Hatter’s thickness and slid down to his root. She could feel a groan work through his body from his loins through his belly, into his chest, and finally tickling her as he slathered her breasts with lips and tongue.
    And from behind, the Hare kept going and going and going, as if his batteries would never wear out.
    Alice felt the climax growing inside her, building like a tidal wave, and then, quite amazingly, the pleasure tripled when something touched her most sensitive spot. With the Hatter still in her mouth, she looked down between her legs and saw he had reached up his hands into her cleft, flicking her grateful clitoris as the Hare continued to plunge in and out.
    The sensations overpowered poor Alice, and she began to scream around the Hatter’s manhood. It went on and on and on until she simply couldn’t stand up anymore, and she fell down onto her knees with both men slipping out of her simultaneously.
    “Are you okay, Alice?” the Hare said, his face awash with concern.
    “I’m… fabulous,” she said, smiling wide.
    “Then let’s try a new game,” said the Hatter, and he spun around on the sex chair and leaned against the steeper rise. “Sit on my lap, Alice.”
    The Hare helped Alice to her feet, and she stared down at the Hatter’s member, which thrust up