Alice's Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful World (Fairy Tale Erotica) by Liz Adams Page A

feel so amazing! She moaned her delight. His vibrating voice buzzed her from the inside out. The wetness of his tongue mingled with her juices and dripped down her legs.
    His lips kissed her folds, his tongue wiggled all over inside, his deep voice growled into her.
    Come on, Alice! She told herself. Reach an orgasm! You can do it! Just focus, focus, focus!
    She squeezed her pussy walls and worked at finding a rhythm that matched Caterpillar’s tongue. His rhythm was slurp and lick, slurp and lick. So she squeezed and gripped, squeezed and gripped.
    But it wasn’t happening. No orgasm.
    Alice relaxed when she realized there was no point in trying to climax. She felt the tongue withdraw from inside her, slipping past her pussy and stroking up against her clit.
    He set her down on the ground. Alice wobbled on shaky knees. She leaned on the mushroom for support.
    “Indeed, you are.” Caterpillar looked her up and down with appreciation.
    Alice caught her breath. “I’m what?”
    “Delicious.”
    Alice laughed between her panting breaths. She still held on to the mushroom.
    “You okay?” he asked kindly.
    “Yes. I think so.” Alice put her free hand between her legs and rubbed her clit through her dress. She looked up at him. So many arms. And in his pants? Just what hid in there? And how many? “So what did you mean by keeping the smoke out of your eyes.”
    “The queen was upset with me, so she said my cock was forever like a pipe. It’s been smoking ever since. So I wear pants to keep the smoke out of my eyes.”
    “That makes no sense,” Alice said.
    “See for yourself.” He undid his pants and stuffed his hand inside. He snaked it out in the open air. It looked like any other cock as far as Alice could tell. But then a puff of smoke drifted up out of the eye.
    Astonishing! She stood up straight. “It really is like a pipe!”
    “Like I said. You can even smoke it.”
    Alice laughed. "I can?"
    She wouldn’t do that! She couldn’t! She didn’t even know the guy. He wasn’t even human! At least, not entirely. With all those hands…
    and arms…
    and biceps…
    and buff chest...
    and golden blond hair…
    He smiled at her so warmly and openly. Why did the poor thing think himself ugly? Alice supposed she understood. Compared to Carol, she was hideous. And Caterpillar? Compared to any human he was – how would Caterpillar put it – a freak, perhaps? Yes. Alice knew what it was like to be a freak. Not even the longest tongue in the world could make her come.
    Why I bet you wouldn’t know what to do with a cock if one were in front of your face.
    Alice looked at the limp cock hanging out of his jeans. What was it like to make a man hard? She watched puffs of smoke drift from his tip. The hell with it! How many times will I get the chance to smoke a cock like a pipe?
    Alice returned his smile and then rubbed her hands along his thighs. The jeans were rough against her palms. She wrapped a fist around his cock and squeezed. It felt like putty. She pumped it hard.
    “Gentle!” Caterpillar said. “Gentle! Gentle!”
    “Oh!” Alice let go. “I’m sorry.” She felt like such a dunce. “I thought it feels good like that.”
    Caterpillar guided her hand back to his cock. “It does. Later. Start gentle and when it’s hard you can squeeze harder.”
    Alice held him in her hand not sure exactly how to start. Perhaps the way to go was to stroke it like she would her cat’s tail. Caterpillar watched without appearing to enjoy it.
    “Is this okay?” She asked.
    “You can keep it in your hand and squeeze it gently.”
    Alice pulsed her clenching fingers around his cock. Caterpillar closed his eyes. She felt him grow in her hands. That seemed to do the trick. What if she rolled her fingers in a squeeze, like playing piano? She tried clenching each finger one at a time, rolling them along his cock. He moaned.
    “Is this okay?”
    “Yessss.”
    How big that thing was getting! So hot and hard!