behind.
“Yes, I’d like permission…”
“To?”
“To take your…”
“My what?”
Alice stared down at it, so big and inviting. The word was so naughty, so vulgar, but she wanted it badly.
“I’d like permission to take your… your… cock in my mouth.”
“Permission granted.”
Sighing with relief, Alice placed a hand around the thick base and licked it up with the tip of her tongue.
The Hatter tasted different from the stripper, different from Pilar. Salty, yes, but with a certain sweet note that made her want to lap at him endlessly. It never occurred to her that men would taste different. Before she came here, she hadn’t wanted to taste them at all.
But now?
Now she’d probably wonder what every single man she saw walking down the street tasted like-not that she’d try to find out, of course not, girls like her didn’t do such things-but thinking about what Lewis might taste like turned her on even more.
She cupped her lips around the Hatter’s thickness and slid down to his root. She could feel a groan work through his body from his loins through his belly, into his chest, and finally tickling her as he slathered her breasts with lips and tongue.
And from behind, the Hare kept going and going and going, as if his batteries would never wear out.
Alice felt the climax growing inside her, building like a tidal wave, and then, quite amazingly, the pleasure tripled when something touched her most sensitive spot. With the Hatter still in her mouth, she looked down between her legs and saw he had reached up his hands into her cleft, flicking her grateful clitoris as the Hare continued to plunge in and out.
The sensations overpowered poor Alice, and she began to scream around the Hatter’s manhood. It went on and on and on until she simply couldn’t stand up anymore, and she fell down onto her knees with both men slipping out of her simultaneously.
“Are you okay, Alice?” the Hare said, his face awash with concern.
“I’m… fabulous,” she said, smiling wide.
“Then let’s try a new game,” said the Hatter, and he spun around on the sex chair and leaned against the steeper rise. “Sit on my lap, Alice.”
The Hare helped Alice to her feet, and she stared down at the Hatter’s member, which thrust up from his lap and seemed to be growing thicker and longer by the second. “Where would I put my bottom? There seems to be no room.”
The Hatter winked. “Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be so totally full that you thought you might burst?”
“You mean like when I go out to dinner and eat too much when I should have taken the leftovers to go?”
“No, that’s not exactly what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?” She couldn’t look away from his long rod, it was if she had fallen into a trance herself.
“I mean what if you sat in my lap? And I filled up your bottom?”
He couldn’t mean what he was saying. “Filled it up with what?”
“With my cock.” And to illustrate, he took hold of it and began to stroke.
Next to her, the March Hare did the same with his charming curved shaft.
And as much as she liked these two men, and as much fun as she was having with their game, and as much as she wanted to be bold, Alice gave her head a shake. “I think that would hurt.”
“Have we hurt you so far?” asked the March Hare.
“No, but I think the Hatter will be too big.”
“How about me?” The March Hare angled his hips to thrust his length in the air.
Alice shook her head. “No, I’m afraid that even though it’s curved in that charming way, yours is too big, too.”
The Hatter climbed off the sofa or table or sex chair or whatever it was and nudged the sleeping Dor Maus with his toe. “Wake up, Maus, and take off your clothes.”
And as absurd as the order was, the man woke and disrobed as if it was the most natural thing in the world, then he stared at her bare breasts and glistening nipples with wide and hungry eyes.
And even though she’d just had the Hare inside her and the Hatter deep in her mouth, Alice still felt ashamed she was naked in front of this new man.
“How about him?” The Hatter reached down and tugged at the man’s privates. “Is he a more comfortable size?”
And Alice examined Maus. Five inches if he was lucky, the man’s member was chiseled like a sculpture, and was possibly the most attractive one she’d yet seen. And before Alice quite knew what she was doing, she nodded, and Maus was taking the Hatter’s place on the sex chair and pulling something that glistened on his perfectly formed part.
“Sit on his lap, Alice,” the Hatter crooned.
“Sit on his…?”
“Yes.”
“With his…?”
“Yes.”
“In my…?”
“Yes.”
“But, isn’t it…” Alice blushed something terrible and whispered, “dirty?”
“Dirty?” Maus bristled. “I just took a shower this morning.”
“I meant, my…”
“Your bottom?” the Hatter asked.
“Yes.” Alice hung her head in shame.
“Well,” the Hatter said. “Only one way to find out.”
Suddenly he, the Hare, and Maus were on their knees behind Alice, as the Hatter, now wearing a light band on his head like a medical doctor, spread her cheeks apart.
“My!” Alice yelped.
“Looks very clean to me,” the Hatter said.
And then Alice felt something warm and wet where she’d never felt anything warm and wet before. She almost fell over again.
“Tastes fine, too,” the Hare said.
“You’re going to have your body your whole life, Alice,” the Hatter said. “There are no parts you should be ashamed of. And certainly no parts that are dirty.” He smiled and gave her a devilish wink. “Unless, of course, you like it dirty.”
Alice wasn’t sure what to say, what to. No one had ever licked her there before. And no one ever wanted to put anything in there, either.
But Alice thought about all the other new things she’d tried that day, things she never could have imagined, and she’d liked them all. And although she knew she probably shouldn’t, that no decent girl did things like this, Alice decided to take a chance and be bold.
“Okay,” she said. And a millisecond after the words left her lips, Maus was back on the sex chair and the Hatter and the Hare had whisked Alice off of her feet and begun to lower her, legs parted, onto him.
Alice could feel his tip probe at her bottom, and she started to have second thoughts. “I can’t-”
“Just relax and let me glide inside,” said Maus, his voice gentle and soothing as a gentle rain. “I’m using a lubricated prophylactic. If this hurts too much, let me know, and I’ll stop.”
“How shall I let you know?” Alice asked.
