one minute! I don’t have any prizes.”
“But you have a box, right?” Rabbit said.
“Well, yes, in a manner of speaking.”
“Let me take a look.” The grey ponytailed elder approached Alice.
“Wait!” Alice stopped the elder in his tracks. The grizzled man stood still as if waiting for Alice to change her mind. She knew they wouldn’t be satisfied until someone made sure her “box” was empty. And after that bout with Rabbit’s exploring hands, the tingling in her body actually enjoyed the prospect of satisfying their curiosity. “Not you,” Alice said to the elder and turned to Rabbit. “Him.”
Rabbit strode up to Alice.
Again Alice said, “Wait!” She turned around on the rock so that her back was to everyone and no one could see. “Okay.”
Rabbit went to the other side of the rock. “It’s here,” Rabbit said pulling up Alice’s dress. “Between her legs.” He pushed aside her panties and his face filled with wonder. It must have been the first time he saw a woman there. He looked so cute, Alice couldn’t resist stroking his blond hair.
She felt Rabbit’s finger gently touch her. That finger was so ginger and delicate. She looked behind her at the crowd of men around her. None of them were hard. This wasn’t arousing to them? Rabbit seemed fascinated but that hardly meant she excited him as much as she excited the hanged man.
Rabbit licked his finger as if to test the taste. He then dipped it back into her. That finger woke up every inch of her body. Her muscles tensed. He stroked Alice’s inner walls seeking his prize. How long would he search until he realized there was no prize to be found?
She relaxed a little, and found the finger to be soothing. Keep searching, you gorgeous man.
Rabbit withdrew his finger. Alice sighed wanting more.
“I can’t find anything,” Rabbit said.
“Let me try.” One of the men appeared from behind Rabbit.
Before Alice could protest — did she really want to? — the man slipped a finger inside her, probing with a delicate touch. She leaned back on her hands and let her head fall to the side to see the gorgeous muscle men surrounding her. What if they all took turns fingering her? Her heart pounded at the thought. Lord, his single finger was no longer enough. She moved her hips up to meet his hand. Thankfully, he put in another finger. The two fingers wiggled inside her. Alice let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in.
“Anything?” one observing man asked. He had the biggest biceps Alice had ever seen.
“Nothing,” the fingerer said. He let his head get closer between her thighs. Alice could feel his breaths tickle her. Did he like what he saw? He stroked the outer lips now. Alice found herself thrusting her hips, seeking fingers.
“Please,” she said. But felt uncomfortable requesting anything further.
“Hold on a second,” the man said. “There’s another hole here.”
Alice felt a finger wiggle up her bottom. Whoa! Why did that feel good? But the finger immediately came out.
“It’s dry,” the man said.
“Hang on,” the one with the bulging biceps said. “I have an idea.”
Biceps sucked on his thick finger, crouched down between Alice’s legs and said, “I’ll place one finger here.”
She felt a huge, wet finger enter her rear.
“And my thumb here.”
She felt his thick thumb enter her pussy. That was a trick Alice had never even tried on herself! The finger and thumb were attempting to touch each other, pressing along her inner walls. Alice moaned and clenched around his fingers.
Biceps pulled out his digits and said, “Nothing.”
Still, though, he lingered at her entrance, stroking the lips with his fingers. He stuck one finger inside her. Then two. The huge man went on with three substantial fingers. Alice felt herself open up to him, the fingers wiggling mmm inside her. He pulled the fingers out and Alice sighed. She wanted more. She looked at his soft face. He was holding his fingers, slick with her juices, up to his nose. Then he tasted her on his fingers.
“That’s it!” Biceps cried. “That’s the prize!”
“What?” the other men asked. “What’s the prize?”
“Her box holds an elixir!” Biceps declared and stuffed his tongue inside her, tasting her, drinking her.
“Oooh,” Alice said.
“Let me taste,” another man said. He took over the job, coating her with strokes of his tongue.
Sparks zinged through her body. If this is what oral sex was like, how could a cock be any better? Alice moaned again. His tongue penetrated deeper than the other man’s tongue had, but still she wanted more. More fingers, more tongues, kisses, caresses. Don’t just worship my wetness. Worship all of me!
Why were they making her juices so sacred? And then a thought made her laugh.
The man tasting her stopped and asked, “What are you laughing about?”
“You were swimming in it,” Alice managed to say through her giggles.
The man ignored her and returned to lapping up her juices.
Maybe this time, Alice thought to herself, her eyes closed. Maybe this time I’ll orgasm.
One by one, each of the men stepped forward to taste Alice, lick her with their tongues, snake them inside her and wipe her cleft with them, sucking, drinking, slurping. She wriggled with delight.
I think it’ll happen. Just a little more.
But suddenly there was only cool air against her pussy. The men must have decided they were done getting their prizes. She felt exhausted, disappointed, and confused.
Her muscles were tight. She still hadn’t learned what an orgasm felt like — and she’d felt it was so close. Not only did she not have an orgasm, no one had had an orgasm. So what was the point of this whole exercise? Where was the fun in all of that?
A cold chill washed over her as she realized the truth. Since no one had an orgasm, she didn’t turn them on at all.
She quickly sat up and shoved down her dress. How could I have been so stupid? To think I could actually be pretty enough to excite these guys. To think they were actually interested in my body. They just wanted their stupid prizes.
The hanged man? He probably never saw a woman before he met me. I bet I wasn’t the most “beautifully big” woman he ever saw. I bet I was the only woman he ever saw.
Alice faced the truth. It’s not that Carol’s prettier than me. I’m not pretty at all.
“Come on,” Rabbit said, lifting her by the arm. “We’re going to build a campfire.”
Alice followed obediently. She wanted so much to just go to her room and lock herself in, and these men were her best shot at helping her find a way back to her normal size and return home. But her throat was too choked up to ask for help. She’d have to wait until later when she felt up to asking. For now, they wanted to boss her around and tell her where to go? That was fine with her. She didn’t care anymore.
Chapter 6
Alice let herself be led to a sandy clearing with a circle of rocks where a few of the men were tossing ice cubes into the circle.
“What are you doing?” Alice asked.
“Building a fire,” one of the men said, looking baffled by her question.
“But how do you expect to start a fire with all that ice in there?”
Rabbit stepped forward shaking his head. “If you hold ice for too long it does what?”
Alice looked at him.
He asked again, “If you hold ice for too long it does what?”
“Burns?” Alice offered.
