Alice's Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful World (Fairy Tale Erotica) Read online

  How did he know my name?

  Chapter 4

  Alice’s big body pressed against hallway walls and the ceiling. She had to be doubled over to fit. In her dazed state of hypersensitive arousal, she saw a table of pies float by her. Couldn’t be.

  A sign on the table said, “Humble Pie.” Desperate to try anything to stop the growing, she snatched a pie between her thumb and first finger, accidentally crushing the thing. She put the creamy crumbs to her lips. Odd. It smelled like cherries and tasted like apples. Alice licked the sweet remnants off her fingers. Her other hand pressed her dress between her legs, frantic to find an off button.

  What next? What could she do to put out this blaze in her body?

  But there was no need to wonder for long. Her body began to shrink and, with it, the fire of her desire.

  This is right. Now I’m becoming a size that fits me.

  Alice continued to shrink, smaller and smaller, right into the lake of her own wetness. Down to the size of the hanged man.

  Had he also eaten the pie? Before she met him?

  Alice let the current take her out of the hall and into sunshine. But what was wrong with the sky? It was a bright pink color. The sun wasn’t even setting! The warm sun felt good on her wet face. But how was she going to return to her normal size and get home? Getting her feet firmly on land was the first step.

  She saw a distant shore. At least it looked like a shore. She swam in its direction and soon found herself wading near a blond-haired young man with a chiseled chin. Looking at him did interesting things to her body.

  “Hi!” She gave him her best smile.

  He floated closer to her, his broad shoulders bobbing above the water line. “What is this?”

  “What’s what?”

  “I was just gathering wood for tonight’s campfire when this lake suddenly appeared.” He looked around at the encompassing lake “What happened?”

  “Beats me,” Alice lied. “I’m Alice. What’s your name?”

  “Not sure,” he said with a cool voice. “But everyone calls me ‘Rabbit’.”

  “Everyone?”

  “Yeah.” Rabbit scowled looking around as if trying to find his “everyone.”

  “Who’s everyone? And how did you get here?”

  “About ten years ago we all shrunk down to this size, but none of us remembers why. Something about boy scouts, scouting, eating pie… Something.”

  Alice imagined those square jaws eating pie, and then imagined those same jaws busy between her legs. She forced herself free from the daydream. “Why do they call you ‘Rabbit’?”

  “None of us remembers our real names, so we gave each other names of animals,” Rabbit said still looking around. Alice’s smile didn’t seem to capture his attention. “Except for our servant, of course.”

  “You have a servant?”

  “Yes.”

  “What’s his name?”

  Rabbit finally looked at Alice and frowned as though she had asked a strange question. “Servant,” he replied.

  Alice laughed.

  “What’s so funny?”

  Alice floated on her back, her dress soaked and clinging to her skin. “Nothing.” A servant called “Servant.” Would his wife’s married name become “Mrs. Wife”?

  “What are those bumps on your chest?”

  Alice dropped her legs back down into the water. “Shut up!” she laughed, covering her breasts, her hands over the drenched material of her dress.

  “Why? What are they?”

  Was he serious? His face seemed serious.

  Alice examined this handsome, naked man further. Hard to tell below the water line, but his body looked like it complemented his handsome face well.

  “They’re breasts,” she lowered her hands and tried to say matter-of-fact. The heat in her face and swelling of her nipples suggested she’d failed.

  He put his hands on them. She gasped. He squeezed her breasts then pulled her neckline to look down. Alice knew she should pull away, but became too captivated by watching him explore and discover her body, his face so intent, so driven, as though all the answers could be found down the front of her dress.

  Perhaps they could. Her breathing got heavier. She was about to witness his sexual discovery. As though he were a student. Did that make her the teacher? Considering how little Alice knew of men, wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around so that she was the student? Such an experience is the stuff of fantasies. She was supposed to stop him, pull away from him. But just how much of this sexual discovery would actually take place?

  Is it really possible for a guy to have never seen breasts before? Alice decided to be passive. See how the moment played out. His education could lead to her own.

  He stuck a hand down her dress and gripped a mound of her flesh, firmly but gently. He tested a nipple with the tip of his fingers. He pinched it. Alice squealed in delightful surprise and pulled her body away, but bent forward to keep his hand down her dress. He squeezed her other breast and pushed the nipple in a few times as if to see what the button did.

  It certainly did something.

  He didn’t know that the effect it had was happening down between her legs.

  Too soon, Rabbit removed his hand. Apparently no longer interested.

  Alice realized other parts of her body needed attention. Remaining passive went out the window. This young man can be my study buddy, and if I let him stop now, I’ll never get to find out from him how to touch a man.

  “Have you seen Dinah?” she said.

  “Who’s Dinah?”

  “That’s what I call my pussy. Do you want to see?”

  “I’m allergic to cats.” Rabbit waded away from her.

  Alice followed and laughed. “Not a cat, a pussy.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “You know what it’s like to pet a cat, don’t you?”

  “Yes, but I’m allergic to cats.”

  “Well, give me your hand and I’ll show you what it’s like to pet a pussy.”

  Alice took his hand and guided it under the water to between her legs. She relished Rabbit’s reaction. He scowled and stuck his finger deeper without any further coaxing. Alice moaned and curled her toes.

  “What…What is that?” Rabbit asked. “Is there something inside?”

  “You’ll just have to keep looking,” Alice said wrapping her legs around his waist and resting her arms around his shoulders. Two fingers were inside her now, wiggling trying to get deeper.

  “This is a strange box,” he said wriggling a third finger inside. “Are you sure there’s something in it?”

  “Keep looking,” Alice breathed heavily.

  His fingers persisted, deeper still, reaching, digging, seeking a treasure Alice knew he’d never find.

  “Hey!” a voice called out.

  Rabbit removed his fingers in a flash.

  Alice whimpered. “No!” She didn’t want it to stop. His fingers were doing wonderful things to her. There was nothing worse than turning on the oven without putting in the cake.

  “Look!” The young man pointed. “Land! Come on!”

  Alice sighed and swam after him, following him toward the shore. The nearby shore seemed surrounded by trees. But they weren’t trees, they were blades of grass, so incredibly tall! They didn’t even look green. They looked like a royal blue. How odd! What was this strange, wondrous land? Some bizarre wonderland?

  Where was Rabbit? There he was, nearing the shore.

  Having a man’s fingers touch her felt so much better than using her own. If he’d kept on drilling her with his fingers, would she have come? As he stepped out of the water, Alice’s jaw dropped at just how well sculpted Rabbit’s body really was. He wore nothing at all. His cock just hung freely, a long taper candle-sized thing unfettered, untethered. There were dozens of other men there, too, all of them naked. But not a single woman. She didn’t understand. How could she be the only woman there? Was this an exclusive men’s club
?

  Alice admired their chests. Some hairy, some smooth, some lean, some stout, and all of them had ample muscles bulging at their arms. Their pricks were all different sizes. She thought of the implications of being the only woman and it made her tingle.

  Oh, I am a naughty girl!

  Chapter 5

  “Look at us,” Rabbit complained. “We are all wet. How shall we get dry?”

  “Let’s run a race!” suggested another man. So the men all started running around without any clear indication of where the race began or where the race ended.

  To Alice the men looked like idiots running around randomly as if it would help them dry off. Watching their cocks bob up and down as they ran entertained her. Many of the penises were small bouncy things, but there were a few of the men, Rabbit included, who had actual phalluses. Long, thick trunks flopping out in front of their hips.

  The men ran for what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, trying to get ahead of one another and turning at random points. Alice giggled and got to get a good look at their bottoms, too. Many men had big, flabby bums, but a few of the men were blessed with firm ones, like Rabbit.

  Alice gathered up her dress and wrung it out. The warm sun in that strange pink sky would have to do the rest. She sat on a large rock that was probably just a small stone. But now that Alice had shrunk to a tiny size, everything seemed huge. Although that didn’t explain the strange colors of this wonderland.

  After five more minutes of running, the men stopped and doubled over to catch their breath. Alice watched their buff chests inflate and deflate, their tanned skin shiny with sweat.

  Through deep breaths, one of the men managed to say, “I’m…still…wet.”

  “Me…too,” another said catching his breath.

  “Let’s jump back into the lake to return all the moisture to it.” Rabbit didn’t seem to be out of breath at all.

  Alice laughed out loud.

  “What’s so funny?” Rabbit asked.

  “Look at dee men,” Alice said using her best Spanish accent. “Dey put ‘dee men’ back in ‘dementia.’ ”

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” Alice said smiling. “It’s a great idea. Have at it. You can make another race of it.” It looked like they needed direction.

  So the men jumped back in and swam all around the lake in random directions, trying to outdo each other.

  A man with a buff chest and grey ponytail climbed out first. The other men followed. Alice took a mental picture of these nude men, everything hanging out. Yum! She called out to them, “So who won?”

  “What?” one of them asked.

  “Who won the race?”

  “We all did,” another said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The others nodded their heads.

  “What did you win?” Alice asked amused.

  One of the men rolled his eyes like it was another stupid question and said, “Prizes.”

  “And who’s giving you your prizes?” Alice chuckled. She had to admit, having a conversation with a crowd of clueless naked men was a blast. Just wait until she told Lois about this!

  This time, the men looked at each other as though searching for the answer.

  “We need to find the box of prizes,” the man with the grey ponytail finally said.

  Then Rabbit pointed straight at Alice and said, “She has a box of prizes!”

  “What?” Then Alice realized what Rabbit was talking about. Alice held up her hands to stop them. “Now just one minute! I don’t have any prizes.”

  “But you have a box, right?” Rabbit said.

  “Well, yes, in a manner of speaking.”

  “Let me take a look.” The grey ponytailed elder approached Alice.

  “Wait!” Alice stopped the elder in his tracks. The grizzled man stood still as if waiting for Alice to change her mind. She knew they wouldn’t be satisfied until someone made sure her “box” was empty. And after that bout with Rabbit’s exploring hands, the tingling in her body actually enjoyed the prospect of satisfying their curiosity. “Not you,” Alice said to the elder and turned to Rabbit. “Him.”

  Rabbit strode up to Alice.

  Again Alice said, “Wait!” She turned around on the rock so that her back was to everyone and no one could see. “Okay.”

  Rabbit went to the other side of the rock. “It’s here,” Rabbit said pulling up Alice’s dress. “Between her legs.” He pushed aside her panties and his face filled with wonder. It must have been the first time he saw a woman there. He looked so cute, Alice couldn’t resist stroking his blond hair.

  She felt Rabbit’s finger gently touch her. That finger was so ginger and delicate. She looked behind her at the crowd of men around her. None of them were hard. This wasn’t arousing to them? Rabbit seemed fascinated but that hardly meant she excited him as much as she excited the hanged man.

  Rabbit licked his finger as if to test the taste. He then dipped it back into her. That finger woke up every inch of her body. Her muscles tensed. He stroked Alice’s inner walls seeking his prize. How long would he search until he realized there was no prize to be found?

  She relaxed a little, and found the finger to be soothing. Keep searching, you gorgeous man.

  Rabbit withdrew his finger. Alice sighed wanting more.

  “I can’t find anything,” Rabbit said.

  “Let me try.” One of the men appeared from behind Rabbit.

  Before Alice could protest – did she really want to? – the man slipped a finger inside her, probing with a delicate touch. She leaned back on her hands and let her head fall to the side to see the gorgeous muscle men surrounding her. What if they all took turns fingering her? Her heart pounded at the thought. Lord, his single finger was no longer enough. She moved her hips up to meet his hand. Thankfully, he put in another finger. The two fingers wiggled inside her. Alice let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in.

  “Anything?” one observing man asked. He had the biggest biceps Alice had ever seen.

  “Nothing,” the fingerer said. He let his head get closer between her thighs. Alice could feel his breaths tickle her. Did he like what he saw? He stroked the outer lips now. Alice found herself thrusting her hips, seeking fingers.

  “Please,” she said. But felt uncomfortable requesting anything further.

  “Hold on a second,” the man said. “There’s another hole here.”

  Alice felt a finger wiggle up her bottom. Whoa! Why did that feel good? But the finger immediately came out.

  “It’s dry,” the man said.

  “Hang on,” the one with the bulging biceps said. “I have an idea.”

  Biceps sucked on his thick finger, crouched down between Alice’s legs and said, “I’ll place one finger here.”

  She felt a huge, wet finger enter her rear.

  “And my thumb here.”

  She felt his thick thumb enter her pussy. That was a trick Alice had never even tried on herself! The finger and thumb were attempting to touch each other, pressing along her inner walls. Alice moaned and clenched around his fingers.

  Biceps pulled out his digits and said, “Nothing.”

  Still, though, he lingered at her entrance, stroking the lips with his fingers. He stuck one finger inside her. Then two. The huge man went on with three substantial fingers. Alice felt herself open up to him, the fingers wiggling mmm inside her. He pulled the fingers out and Alice sighed. She wanted more. She looked at his soft face. He was holding his fingers, slick with her juices, up to his nose. Then he tasted her on his fingers.

  “That’s it!” Biceps cried. “That’s the prize!”

  “What?” the other men asked. “What’s the prize?”

  “Her box holds an elixir!” Biceps declared and stuffed his tongue inside her, tasting her, drinking her.

  “Oooh,” Alice said.

  “Let me taste,” another man said. He took over the job, coating her with strokes of his tongue.

  Sparks zinged through her
body. If this is what oral sex was like, how could a cock be any better? Alice moaned again. His tongue penetrated deeper than the other man’s tongue had, but still she wanted more. More fingers, more tongues, kisses, caresses. Don’t just worship my wetness. Worship all of me!

  Why were they making her juices so sacred? And then a thought made her laugh.

  The man tasting her stopped and asked, “What are you laughing about?”

  “You were swimming in it,” Alice managed to say through her giggles.

  The man ignored her and returned to lapping up her juices.

  Maybe this time, Alice thought to herself, her eyes closed. Maybe this time I’ll orgasm.

  One by one, each of the men stepped forward to taste Alice, lick her with their tongues, snake them inside her and wipe her cleft with them, sucking, drinking, slurping. She wriggled with delight.

  I think it’ll happen. Just a little more.

  But suddenly there was only cool air against her pussy. The men must have decided they were done getting their prizes. She felt exhausted, disappointed, and confused.

  Her muscles were tight. She still hadn’t learned what an orgasm felt like – and she’d felt it was so close. Not only did she not have an orgasm, no one had had an orgasm. So what was the point of this whole exercise? Where was the fun in all of that?

  A cold chill washed over her as she realized the truth. Since no one had an orgasm, she didn’t turn them on at all.

  She quickly sat up and shoved down her dress. How could I have been so stupid? To think I could actually be pretty enough to excite these guys. To think they were actually interested in my body. They just wanted their stupid prizes.

  The hanged man? He probably never saw a woman before he met me. I bet I wasn’t the most “beautifully big” woman he ever saw. I bet I was the only woman he ever saw.

  Alice faced the truth. It’s not that Carol’s prettier than me. I’m not pretty at all.

  “Come on,” Rabbit said, lifting her by the arm. “We’re going to build a campfire.”

  Alice followed obediently. She wanted so much to just go to her room and lock herself in, and these men were her best shot at helping her find a way back to her normal size and return home. But her throat was too choked up to ask for help. She’d have to wait until later when she felt up to asking. For now, they wanted to boss her around and tell her where to go? That was fine with her. She didn’t care anymore.