Alice’s Wonderland

I had been coming to the cabin for years. It was off in the mountains of North Carolina, about five hours away from our home in Tennessee, and while not the greatest of accommodations, it was a retreat from our busy lives. Sometimes my wife would come with me, sometimes, I would get away to write, and depending on if I was alone or with her, decided how relaxed I would be.

I had married a younger woman after I had gotten well established in my career. She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman. She was brilliant, an assistant professor of biology at the same University I taught at, creative in all the ways I wish she was, one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on, let alone sleep with, and fifteen years my junior. She had all the drive which women my age lacked. While my friends complained that their sex life had slowed down, mine was crazy. She wanted sex more than I did (I never complained), and she liked to experiment more than men’s locker room stories. I’d wake up to blow jobs, she ask me to fuck her in parking lots, beg me to fuck her ass, and wasn’t afraid of a little spanking or some bondage. She was petite, but not skinny. As a swimmer, her body was tight, but she had all the necessary curves to make a man go crazy. She wasn’t a freak porn star or possessed a ghetto ass, but her ass made waves when I’d fuck her doggy and tits were well above average, big enough to wrap around my dick and fly all over the place when I fucked her.

Our relationship started normal enough. I had been with many women before, so it wasn’t like I was a novice. The sex started pretty fast, but it was normal. It was courtly fucking, where we would go out for a night and end up at my place or hers and find our way to the bedroom. She was clearly into it, but she never went crazy, and I was more than happy; however, once night we smoked some pot and that changed everything. I was a regular smoker, but evidently, she was not. She initiated it, and I readily agreed.

We sat on her living room couch, back against the cushions after two bowls. I had been a bit hesitant because I only smoke the best week, and since she didn’t smoke that much, I didn’t think she would have anything good, but as I sat there, I could feel just how good the weed was. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of complete relaxation, but she had no intentions of doing the same. Before I knew what she was doing, she had unzipped my pants and was sucking my cock. She had blown me before a few times, but it was always an afterthought. I knew enough about women to know that unless they pushed the agenda, you could ruin a relationship really fast by pushing the issue with head. This was different. She was attacking my dick, like she couldn’t get enough of it. She ripped my pants off and sucked on my balls, even pushed my cock and balls up so she could lick my asshole (a new experience). She took her shirt off and titty fucked me for a bit only to finish me off the way few women had done, by deep-throating me.

When she sat back next to me, cum still in her mouth, she was out of breath. She sat there for a few minutes, but soon after she regained her composure, she launched into a diatribe about how much she loved a cock in her mouth, how great cum tasted, and how the feel of a man exploding was the greatest thing in life. I was in shock, but I knew enough to reward her for something truly great. I tried to go down on her, but she stopped me. When I protested she consented, but only if we could 69, in her words, only long enough to get my dick hard again. We stripped naked, and there on the floor she sat on my face and started working my soft cock in her mouth. It took about one minutes, before I could even get going on her, and I was rock hard. She got off me and looked me dead in the eye and then gave me the order that would change my life. “I want you to fuck my pussy and ass like you have never fucked before. Wear my cunt out, cum in me as much as you can, but before the night is over I want you to cum on my face at least once.”

A porn could not have been scripted in such a way, but that’s what happened. We fucked and fucked, fucked so much I didn’t know how I did it or where it came from. Certainly by the end of the night, I had no more cum left in me, but I wasn’t complaining with my high sex freak. I swore to myself that night that I would keep her in weed because it was absolutely the best sex of my life. I had never had a woman as me to do what she asked me, and had never done anal sex because of my size. Nothing phased her, but I knew the next morning would be awkward, and as we laid there dozing off, I secretly knew that she would probably be embarrassed in the morning and our relationship would peter out. But then I woke up.

That next morning was the first of my morning blow jobs from her, only to be capped off with the order that I fuck her ass and fill it because I certainly ran out of cum the night before, “before her ass could get filler properly.” When I finished, she casually got up and went to the bathroom and then came out naked and asked if I wanted some breakfast. I almost asked her to marry me right there. We didn’t talk about what happened, but instead when about our day. I left and went into my office and tried to get some work done, all the time having our date that night on my mind.

We sat down for dinner in a quiet place I loved to go, ordered drinks, and before I could even say anything, she started.

“You’ve got to be wondering about last night and this morning, “ I tried to interrupt, but she stopped me. “Listen, I’ve been with guys that simply can’t handle it, handle a woman that says what she wants and pushes for it.”

“So last night wasn’t just about being high.”

“Certainly not, but it helped me to go ahead and show you the real me. Everything I said and did I wanted to do, and you need to be ok with that. I don’t want a man judging me because I like certain things or want a man to do certain things, and I need to know right now, before we go any further if this is ok with you.”

I looked at her puzzled. “Why in the world would last night not be ok? This morning was amazing..”

“Ok, so here it is. Guys say they want a woman to love to suck their cock,” (this is how she really spoke about it—cock) “but when a woman asks for it, they think shes a whore, and that’s not to mention cum.”

She didn’t pause when the waiter came with our drinks. She even ordered and continued to talk about it all.

“You guys love the idea, the idea, of a woman that just wants to drink your cum, but when it actually happens its like you guys are scared or something.”

“Hell no. I think its amazing and refreshing. I’ve been around the block. I love the fact that you enjoy sex and want to have sex. Most women don’t, but I have to ask a few questions.”

“Sure, go ahead.” She took a sip of her wine looking me dead in the eye.

“So you really like cum?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Maybe I was asking a few too many questions, but shit, I had never had a woman behave like she had. I had to know.

“Its just so erotic. The feeling, the taste, the entire environment of it all. The pleasure it is causing my partner. Everything about it. Certainly some guys have better cum than others, but its rare that a guy has really nasty cum.”

“And what about mine?”

“You’re a really big cummer, which is nice. Most guys don’t shoot like you do and yours is still kinda thick for the amount you cum. Most guys that cum as much as you do its all thin and runny. You can still really feel the thickness on your tongue when you cum.” I had a ragging hard on. She knew it. “Want to continue to ask questions?”

Of course I did, and it was the greatest dinner of my life. She told me how amazing it was to feel a dick really deep in her, how tight it was in her ass and how it felt like she was being split in two in the best of ways, how great it was to feel her tits fly around when she was getting really fucked hard, and how much of a turn on it was to see and feel a guy cum all over her. The conversation ended only when it was time for dessert and she told the waiter that we were going to go out on the patio and have a cigarette. I didn’t smoke and didn’t think she did either, but followed her lead, and didn’t return to the table until I had lifted her skirt up and fucked her over a patio table. We barely made it through the coffee and dessert because of her descriptions of my cum leaking into her panties, but we managed to make it home before I came in my pants.

That’s how it went, and how my curiosity developed. I began to wonder what she felt, why she loved it so much, and that naturally turned into requests while we fucked that she gladly submitted to. She thought nothing off me wanting her to give me back my cum when she blew me once, and didn’t even flinch when I asked her to stick a dildo in my ass or strap it on to fuck me. It was all about pleasure with someone you trusted and there was nothing gay or wrong with it, and so, my problem grew.

The problem came to a head when she left on a research trip that lasted two weeks. The first night she was away, I was masterbating furiously to some porn, when I saw an advertisement for breast forms. The adhered to your body, felt like real breasts, and moved like the real thing. It peaked my curiosity. I immediately went to my room and found the things she had left at my place. I tried to put her panties on me, but they didn’t fit, and even though her cups were large, the strap of the bra was way too small for me. I knew at that moment that I couldn’t be a woman, but I wanted to know what having the body of a woman was like. I didn’t like men, but the idea of being a woman with a man was a turn on.