masturbating by naked, masturbating men? Maybe it was a ridiculous fear but she hoped the book covered her hand well enough as she answered him. “You know, what every woman has between her legs. Even the queen has one. You know, a box?”
“The queen has a box?” another man asked.
“Yes,” Alice said.
“And Rabbit put his penis in Sarah’s box?”
“Yes.”
“And the queen has a box? A…pussy?”
“Yes,” Alice said getting frustrated.
“What’s that feel like?”
The elder shouted, “No! No! No! Don’t use the word ‘like!’ It’s too dangerous. Instead use the word ‘imagine’.”
Alice looked up to the pink sky to find the words. “Imagine,” she said, “your…thing inside a glove. A warm, moist glove.”
She noticed all the men looking like they were trying to picture something. Their cocks in the queen’s pussy perhaps? Maybe. Because all of a sudden they stroked harder.
“Please,” the elder said. “Continue.”
“So Rabbit kissed her passionately. His tongue entwined with hers. And he shoved his thing deep inside Sarah’s pussy. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed his thing in and out of her.”
The men were moaning now, breathing heavier and heavier. Rabbit had both hands on his cock, stroking to her every word. Alice wiggled her fingers deeper inside of her as quietly as she could, her thumb stimulating the nub between her folds. She had to at least glance! Her eyes stole frequent glances at Rabbit’s hand-to-cock jerks.
“ ‘Hurry, Rabbit,’ Sarah said. ‘I hear the others coming. I want to feel you shoot inside me.’ ‘Not until you have an orgasm first,’ Rabbit said. (glance) And he kept on shoving his thing (glance) in and out of her pussy (glance) until she screamed with an orgasm running through her entire body. (glance) And then Rabbit let loose (glance), squirting stream after stream inside her pussy (glance) until he felt like he had died and gone to heaven!”
A man cried out, stood, and pointed his cock to the sandy floor, and Alice saw ropes of white seed shoot from his cock into the sand. Then the man fell to the ground.
All the other men stopped with horrified looks on their faces.
What was wrong? What happened?
“ ‘Like he had died and gone to heaven’?!” Rabbit asked with anger in his voice.
One of them felt the man’s pulse and just shook his head sadly. They all looked at Alice.
Rabbit shouted at her, “Why would you do that?!”
They all yelled at her. “Go away!” and “Leave us alone!” and “Get out of here!” and “I’m certain it’s a writing implement!”
Alice quickly got up and left for the woods. Even in her haste, she noticed the dead man had a smile on his face.
Chapter 7
Alice dove into the forest. The dry sticks beneath her bit into her feet, so she dared not move too quickly lest a sharp twig or thorn cut through her tender soles. She moved onward as fast as her fragile feet could handle until the villagers no longer followed.
At an enormous tree — or was it the stalk of a plant? — she stopped and leaned to catch her breath. The men probably just wanted to chase her out of the village. After all, they could have caught her easily with their calloused feet.
Her heart pounded, recovering from the sudden exertion.
Alice cursed herself. If those men were the only people in this wonderland, then they were her best chance at getting home, and she’d dashed that chance to pieces. What could she possibly do now to get home?
If she could just explain herself — at least to Rabbit — surely, he would understand that death was just an accident and convince the others to help her grow to her regular height and find her way home. But the others probably wouldn’t understand. And there was no way she could approach the village without being chased away. How could she get close enough to Rabbit to speak to him?
“At your service, sir,” a man’s voice said behind her.
Alice spun around. It was the servant.
“What are you doing here?” Alice asked.
“I am fulfilling the last request, sir.”
She remembered the last thing that had been said to the servant was, “Go away.” This gentleman took his work seriously!
His tuxedo was so classy! Complete with black pants, white button-up shirt, black bowtie, black jacket, and white gloves. And Alice just loved his long, auburn hair.
“How come you wear clothes,” Alice asked, “and the others don’t?”
“This is the elder’s best memory of how servants ought to look, sir.”
Alice had an idea.
“Fetch me Rabbit!”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Go bring Rabbit to me,” said Alice with a firm voice. “At once!”
The servant hesitated.
“Well?”
“I’m afraid, sir, I cannot fetch people for someone. I can only fetch objects for someone. You see, sir, people can do as they please. It is not my place to tell them where they must go.”
Alice sighed. “Yes, of course.”
Then Alice decided, if the servant won’t bring Rabbit to Alice, the servant could bring Alice to Rabbit.
“Take off your clothes,” Alice said.
The servant complied. He first took off his shoes.
As he shouldered off his coat jacket, Alice tried on one of his shoes.
Too big.
Hopefully, the town wouldn’t be suspicious of a barefoot servant.
The servant began to tug at his glove’s fingers, but Alice said, “Stop!”
The servant froze.
Alice examined this sexy gentleman. Just how far would he play to her every whim?
“Take off the shirt first,” she commanded.
The servant unbuttoned his shirt leaving his bowtie around his neck. His chest was lean and lovely. A satin smooth chest with teasing abs. He slid each sleeve off his arm and handed it to Alice. Alice bunched the shirt in her hands and closed her eyes to inhale his scent. Luscious. She opened her eyes and oh. My. Lord. With just his tight black pants, white gloves, and black bowtie, his naked torso and mane of hair made him look like a lion among men. And this lion was hot as hell.
“The next article of clothing, sir?”
“Before you take off anything else, I’d like you to imagine a dirty wall behind you. You have to clean it. You have soapy brushes in each hand, but your best brush is your butt, which has bristles attached to it. So if that dirty wall was behind you, show me how you’d clean it.”
He looked in her eyes with a smile that shot straight between her thighs. He raised his arms over his head and moved them around as if he was scrubbing the wall behind him, and he gyrated his hips, as well.
“Imagine the dirt in the wall is hard to get out,” Alice said.
The servant emphasized his movements. His naked chest twisting above his thrusting hips. Was he enjoying this as much as she was? Creases in his pants formed in interesting spots.
