Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland ch. 3 Mdom NC(?) Deep penetration

Alice noticed with a start that in the very centermost point of the room, a tall table stood, perfectly clear and carved exquisitely with hearts and filigree. The entire point of the table seemed to be to hold a crystal decanter, delicately corked with a fat little heart, and emblazoned with a red and white card reading only “Drink Me.”

Willing her heart to calm, Alice steadied herself tentatively on the little table, still unaware that she was being watched. She pressed a hand to her pounding chest, then to the top of her thigh, then to her hip as she ground her legs together, willing herself to still after all she’d just seen and felt.
High in the shadowy corner of the ceiling, a purple cock glimmered into view, stroked by a strong hand. It rose out of the translucent fist, a glittering drop gathering at the thick head.

Taking up the decanter, Alice filled a small glass she hadn’t noticed before, crystal and perfect. She drew the glass to her lips and drank, her tongue gently and surreptitiously reaching out to capture the last fruity drops from the bottom. The liquid slid sweetly down her parched throat, thick and cool. She breathed deeply, drawing a heavy breath in, dragging the air into her as deeply as she could, willing her heart to slow down.

Considering pouring more of the drink, she noticed her head swimming a little. The floor gave a little undulation, and she felt very much as though she wanted to sink down onto something soft. She wavered, her knees yearning towards each other, her hand seeking the little table, not finding it, groping in empty air.

Alice felt herself bourne up by strong arms. She felt herself hugged to a firm chest, muscled arms closing around her. Briefly it occurred to her to struggle, but she felt so warm and cold, so giddy and so terribly curious. Turning in the hard male grasp, Alice found a mouth, warm and inviting, waiting to kiss her. Hard arms tightened around her, fingers digging into the flesh of her hip, the meaty curve of her ass. Lips and tongue met hers in a deliberate flurry, probing, tasting, darting, and biting. Panting into his mouth, Alice fluttered her eyes open, one second seeing purple skin with pure white teeth and eyes, the next nothing at all as her body fell underneath the hands that sometimes glimmered into view. He felt her everywhere, hands enveloping her breasts and squeezing them firmly before rolling her pert nipples between his knuckles. His chest crushed down on her, pressing her into the soft nape of the carpet, one hand tangled in her hair, the other crushed around the meat of her flank. He ground his hips into her and she felt the huge, hard length of him dig into her belly, probing, pressing, prodding almost to her sternum.

A hot wash bloomed between her thighs, the glimmerant liquid slipping down her skin, drenching the soft lips exposed by froths of lace and silk, sliding down the globes of her rear.

Suddenly she felt his frustration at her clothing and, pulled inexorably toward a deep chaise lounge she was sure had never been in the room before, Alice found herself stripped half bare, her bodice pulled as low as it would go, exposing her heaving breasts, her skirt hiked up around her waist. His hands grabbed at her, demanding and firm, claiming.

She felt a strong hand encircle her neck, pinning her to the deep, soft lounge. Her legs were spread by confident hands, she wasn’t even sure how many there could be, pinning her and parting her, sliding up her thighs and tickling the sensitive skin to either side of her aching, drenched pinkness. He’d only had two, she thought, but she seemed touched everywhere at once. Always drawn back to the pressing hardness, crushing into her tenderness. Parts shimmered in and out of view, he was everywhere, he was nowhere.

The hot, gleaming, burning length of his hardness lay against her, his velveteen balls pressed tight to her tiny, tight rear. The reverberant length of him lay against her uttermost self, burning, slipping and drenched in her already, leaking hot beads of cum over her thighs and belly.

“Please,” she panted, not knowing for what she was asking. Not knowing what she’d get.

A deep laugh reverberated and she felt a burning glans placed tight her private-most self, at once terribly hard and blissfully soft and silken. Gasping, Alice ground against the hardness, sounds escaping her and the grip around her throat convulsing. She took the tip of him into her, impossibly hot, impossibly smooth.

Everything was hot, everything silken and sliding. With a wordless cry, they sheathed him inside her together, grinding their hips together, pressing and pressing him deeper into her drenched cunt. She found she could touch him now, and Alice grabbed the meat of his ass, her nails digging in, as he dragged his thrumming length out of her, and she hauled him back in, as deep as his cock could go.

It built inside her with an electric frizzion, her hands shuddering, heat rolling over her and behind her eyes in waves as she came on and around him, herself gushing over them both, legs clamped around his straining hips. Alice came with a shout, shuddering, shaking, and milking his length inside her.

He chuckled and lifted her, one hand still pinioned on her ass, the other at the back of her neck, holding her tight to his cock, straining as deeply as he could into her pinkness. Gasping, she ground herself into him and he laughed again, laying back with her deeply thrust upon him.
His parts started to travel then, and Alice lost all sense of the world. One moment she ground herself down on his length, hands on his chest, straining, his eyes devouring hers and hands pulling her deeper onto him. Then his tongue seemed to be… elsewhere.

Alice cried out as his cock ground into her front, and the sweet wet tip of his tongue reached out to tentatively touch behind, searing and impossibly wet. He held her hard upon him, her pussy held tight, hard, and filled. And how her privatemost self titillated as well. One hand ground her down, filling her, the other glimmered into view over one pert breast, squeezing, the nipple prisoner between two fingers. Alice gasped “please, more..” and the tongue started to move.

With infinite slowness, she was explored, split to her core, the tongue probed and laved, dancing outside her sweetness, then diving into the soft hole, making her cry out, shudder, and buck against the hot cock that filled her. He moved as slowly as he could force himself to, sliding into her drenched silken slit, then back out, her juices searing trails down his thighs and the tender skin of his balls, pressed to herself.

He tasted her slowly, tongue tracing the outside of her, touching to her opening, fluttering inside, just a little deeper, licking from where his cock filled her to her tiny, sweet tightness. Eventually he could not control himself and allowed himself to tongue her, grinding her onto his cock and filling her with his tongue, stabbing into her as deeply and hard as he could.

A growl came from his chest and he lost control, hands growing demanding, hips bucking his painful length into her. The muscles in his shoulders and hands danced to different tunes, fireworks grew inside and behind him, and he filled her, grinding himself into her, fighting the heat and perfect release he wanted so desperately, keeping her trapped on his hips and mouth and.
Alice came, like a bottle of warm champagne she bubbled over, frothing and creamy hot, sucked and fucked and tongued so sweetly. Her whole body bucked, impossibly tired, impossibly wanting, her hips grew wilder, needing to be used, needing to be finished.

His hips grew more urgent then, bucking and wild, the pace galloping ahead. Without knowing when or how, without ever losing the hot sweetness of the hardness in her pussy or the softness behind, Alice was face down, exposed and shoulders down, her knees held her where he could plumb her as deeply and as hard as he could.

His hands clamped her onto his length, slamming his full self inside her, impossibly smooth and sweet and drenched.

His tongue fucking in time with the whole length of him, he growled and grabbed her arms, slamming into her, grinding, pinning her to the soft couch and digging as deep into her sweet, burning slit as he could reach.

He came in an explosive wave, sparks dancing all through his eyes, his balls, the hot, clutching well of her clamping and spasming around him, squeezing and sucking as she shuddered and collapsed under him, panting.

And just like that, Alice was alone in the room, her garments as fresh as when she dressed that morning. And in her hand was a tiny, golden key. She pressed her thighs together, seeing no soft little couch but still panting, still feeling a deep, sweet ache.

And the little door was gone.

A soft sound came from one of the large doors behind her, the solid chunk of a key, and a knob turning with a click. A tall, older, very urbane gentleman started at the sight of her.
“Well, well, well, young lady. You’re terribly late for my lecture, you’d better come with me. Luckily, as I am also late, we will arrive together, and we can discuss your punishment after.”
She opened and shut her mouth quickly, he reminded her so of her own headmaster that she was hard put not to obey. Chirping “Yes sir,” she followed quickly behind him.

End ch. 3

Ch. 4 coming soon!

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