Down the Rabbit Hole

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World

Foreward

Down the Rabbit Hole is a sexual fantasy. By that, I do not mean a fantasy that is sexual; what I do mean is a fantasy story with abundant sex in it. The fantasy itself is classical, with your basic elves, dwarfs, orcs, fairies, nymphs, etc. I've introduced some interesting conjecture about these creatures. See if you pick that up in the story--it's a bit nerdy. There are several other things you should know. First, this is a novel-length story, and not every chapter has sex in it. Some chapters are pure adventure, somewhat based on some of my experiences. The sex in the story starts with the character's real-world sexual circumstances and issues.

However, they end up in a very sexual land and have some mind-blowing experiences with some unusual beings, which, in our world, you might consider quite kinky. In this alternate world, such things are just normal. There are things that are normal in our world that are quite abnormal in that world--I won't reveal these here. You will have to read the story to discover them. My hope is that this story is entertaining enough that you will want to keep reading. If there are a few scenes that get you off, all the better. If there are other scenes that cross some kind of sexual line, I hope you will forgive me and skip past the offending material. Enjoy.

Chapter I -- Nicolet

As Christmas approached, the tree-lined path and stone buildings on the Yale campus felt especially cold and sullen. Snow had yet to cover any of the brown and gray of the all-too-familiar landscape. The bleakness, however, did not distress Nicolet Clarke in the least. She somehow survived her penultimate finals week, the winter semester was now history, and it was time to let loose. Adding to the urgency for a bit of hedonism was the issue of her break being cut short. A large chunk of her time away from the Earth Sciences department was to be spent exploring some dank cave in Peru. Opposed to spending Christmas with her family in Kansas, the holiday would be spent with one of her professors and a group of students down some deep, musty hole in the ground.

Back in her dorm room, she slipped on a white, low-cut blouse she had selected the previous night. Companion to this was a pinkish, mid-thigh-length skirt. The ensemble showed off her cleavage and a good portion of leg. Nothing was wrong with that amount of bare skin; exposing that amount of flesh was daring but not excessive. She had always been self-conscious about her body, but now, looking at herself in the mirror, she didn't think she looked half bad. The work she put in at the gym and pool was paying off. She would be fine--sexy but not too uncomfortable in a crowd of strangers.

She spun around in front of the mirror again. Finally, after three years, her freshman flab was coming off. The saying was freshman 40, but she hadn't added that much. She liked her boobs and was a little worried that if she lost too much weight, she would lose some of their plumpness. As it was, they were large enough and firm enough to form a lovely, exposed cleft. She also always liked her legs--her second-best feature. It was her hips that were too pudgy, but at least the tight skirt flattened those some. She just wished she had clothes that were a bit more stylish. Her dress might have been more "in" a decade ago. High heels were not her usual thing, but she was comfortable enough in the medium-height ones she owned. Here again, they were not the latest style. Still, they made her legs look sexier.

Spinning around yet again in front of the mirror, she admired what she saw, kind of turning herself on, having done a respectable job with what she had. The little bit of make-up worked, and the tight outfit did display her curves nicely. Sure, it wasn't the latest style, but it was good enough. Yep, she liked what she saw for a change. She could bring this body and this outfit to a club where men would look at her and feel good about herself. Would any of them lust after her? She wondered and hoped she be in some of their thoughts when they jacked off. She was told that college guys did that nightly.

It was a unique thought that guys might want her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she reflected on how she had grown up so self-conscious of her curious mix of Irish and Eastern Mediterranean heritage and traits. Now, with her reddish hair and coppery skin, she accepted that her looks got her noticed on the rare occasion she flaunted them. It seemed that on the East Coast, her exotic looks seemed more attention-grabbing than a source of ridicule, which they had been in Kansas, especially amongst the popular girls who were all plain vanilla white.

Yep--just maybe she would wear her standard sweatshirts and jeans less often. She conceded that if she put a little effort into the project, she could look pretty good--sexy even.

Then there was Sean, her stuffy boyfriend. What would he think? Wearing something that he might disapprove of added to the feeling of being audacious and suggestive. Of course, there would be other women in the dance club who would be advertising much more. Maybe those women--whom he would say looked slutty-- a couple of beers, and perhaps, her own sluttiness, would get his testosterone flowing.

What she wanted, in the way of celebration, was a little alcohol, some dancing, and then a night of sex. The latter was her main goal for the evening. Not just the same old thing but something new and exciting. Everyone said sex was so great. If that was so, she had been missing out. Who knows, she might even have fun at the club. If not, it would still be worth it if the loud and obnoxious dance club, with its booze, primitive beats, and sexy women, got her a good night of sex.

She discovered internet porn at the beginning of the semester. At first, it shocked her, but she kept visiting a website that let her watch people having countless varieties of sex. Much of it disgusted her; however, the more she watched, the more she wanted to try some of the less depraved acts. And with time, some of the things that disgusted her at first became the things she desired the most.

Some of the videos made her crazy horny, and the primal gyrations and sounds of the people in the porns certainly seemed to confirm that she was missing out. The women in those videos sure appeared to crave and love sex. They made screwing look a lot more exciting and athletic than what she had experienced. And by God, there were so many ways to do it. And oral sex definitely was one of the things she needed to try.

Something was exciting about the idea of sucking on a guy's cock and getting him off. She was unsure about getting cum squirted in her mouth or all over her face, but you never know until you try it. She liked masturbation, and the thought of having a guy get her off by licking her clit also got her juices flowing. She often fantasized about that when she was playing with herself. She imagined that her fingers were a guy's tongue.

The challenge would be getting Sean to loosen up and help her explore her newfound cravings. Sean Montgomery had been a score for a girl from the Midwest. He was a good-looking and popular Brit, but she was starting to feel that he was more show than substance. He also was a bit Jekyll and Hyde, being charming and a gentleman most of the time, but other times, a complete ass. The times he was an ass were usually when other guy friends were around.

She had asked her mom about this phenomenon during one of their calls. She responded that he was a college-age male. He would probably grow out of it but warned her that some guys never did. Her thoughts about a future with Sean changed daily, which probably meant the relationship wouldn't last. For tonight's outing, however, she was hopeful. Perhaps she would go down on him. Maybe then he would return the favor. Just perhaps, she would level up--sexually. Why couldn't she have an earth-shattering orgasm like the girls on the internet, as opposed to the tiny ones she created with her fingers?

She had reason to hope for something more exciting. When Sean and she had sex, he always got off before she did, and then they were done. She would give Sean some more time to loosen up in the bedroom. If he didn't...well, she might have to start over with someone else, as impossible as that seemed.

Shimming up her skirt, she slid her fingers inside the edge of her panties and felt slick wetness--her thoughts were turning her on. Dressing up somewhat skankily, the anticipation of blowing Sean, getting eaten out, and finishing off by getting screwed was making her hot. The thought of some of the internet things was adding to her arousal. She would need to change into another pair of panties, or maybe not. She could skip the panties altogether. Did she dare? No, that was too audacious: one step at a time. Already she was pushing the limits of her modesty, but the thought caused her to rub her clit. She struggled to tug her panties off. Perhaps the skirt was a little too tight. She tossed the moist, flowered panties toward her hamper, only to see them bounce off the rim and land on the floor. She wanted to pick them up but could not stop fingering herself now that the panties were vanquished. Somehow her clit seemed to be more sensitive than usual, and she would make herself before she headed out. The sound of a key in the door caused her to straighten up and pull down her skirt just in time as her roommate walked in.

"Wow, look at you," said her roommate, "looks like you have a big night planned."

"I'm going out with Sean. I thought you were gone for the rest of the day." Oh, she so hated her decision to move back on campus for her last year. It had seemed like a smart, time-saving move at the time.

"I wanted to grab my weed and chill before I meet my friends. You want some for your night out with Sean," she said with a bit of a smirk, holding up the plastic container she pulled from her desk.

"Hmm...no. It's not our thing, but thanks," she said, wishing her roommate would leave so she could finish.

"Girl, you look way too good for him."

"Why don't you like him?"

"He's pompous and holding down. You could be so much more fun. I mean, look at you; you could get way more interesting guys. Hell, woman. You let me work with you, squeeze you into some of my things, and the guys would be all over you--like flies on day-old barbeque."

"What?" These were some of the nicest things to come out of this woman's mouth all semester.

"Hey, give me a break; maybe that's not the best analogy for the situation. I'm a math major and all, but you get what I mean."

"No, I get it. I've cleaned up after some Kansas barbeques, so yeah, thanks, but Sean works for me. More interesting would just detract from finishing my degree."

"Oh, come on, girl, you're doing fine. If anything, you need to relax more. Good sex does wonders for that. Does old stuffy pants really do it for you? He doesn't, does he? Don't think I don't know what you are doing under those blankets when you think I'm asleep."

"That's none of your business," she retorted; was it that obvious? She stood, straightened her skirt, grabbed her purse, and headed to the door. "Our sex is just fine. I'll be late tonight 'cause I'll be getting fucked," she said, stepping out of the dorm room. Perturbed, she grabbed her jacket and bolted down the hallway and was about out of the building when she stopped, remembering the panties lying on the floor, and felt the sensation of nothingness covering her crotch.

"Fuck," she said quietly while contemplating her options. "What the hell." She was more bothered by the panties lying on the floor than her exposed, damp pussy. She was pushing her limits, and it felt good. Besides, what option did he have--go back and tell her roommate, "I forgot something," and grab a pair of panties from her drawer? Hopefully, the overly tight skirt didn't pop a seam.