“A phone call?” the Hatter suggested.
“Semaphore?” added the Hare.
“Do you have semaphore flags, Alice?” asked Maus.
“I meant,” Alice said, “if I’m screaming, you might well think I’m enjoying myself and won’t stop. Can we use a safeword?”
“Very well, a safeword,” said the Hatter. “And our safeword today is cock.”
Alice flushed at the thought of saying that word. “That’s so vulgar.”
“But sometimes vulgar is exciting, isn’t it?”
Alice didn’t reply, but she hoped she wouldn’t have to use the safeword. This game was embarrassing enough.
“Now relax and I’ll enter you very slowly,” said Dor (she figured she should call him by his first name, since he was about to enter her bottom), and he slid between her cheeks.
Alice relaxed, and little by little, he inched inside. And she could feel herself stretching, but there was no pain, at least none but the pleasant kind. She was worried he’d be revolted, but the sounds he made were of the happy variety, sighing and moaning.
Then Dor started moving, slowly, tenderly, and she stared up at the tree bows overhead and lay on her back on top of him, and actually had to admit this strange fullness felt deliciously good.
The Hatter slung a leg over the chair as if he was climbing aboard a motorcycle, and on his head now was indeed, the type of leather cap Alice had seen bikers wear. And he snuggled up against her and his huge shaft pushed into her other opening.
If Alice had thought she felt full before, she was mistaken. For a second, she thought it was too much, that she couldn’t take it. The Hatter was so big, and Dor already occupied her bottom. But then the Hatter eased deeper and deeper and her juices flowed and her body relaxed and then the two of them started rocking in time, Dor behind and the Hatter in front.
“Oh,” Alice said. “Oh, my.”
She could feel both men inside her, as if they shared the same space. Her whole lower area was glowing with sensations, and the sensations were building upon each other, getting more intense with every stroke.
“This…” Alice said. “This is…”
“It’s what?” the Hare asked.
“ Oh my.”
Then the Hatter reached up, his fingers finding her nipples, and Alice let out a sharp cry that scared all of the jays off the dead birch tree in the yard.
“How about me?” said the Hare. “Is there a game I can play?”
Alice nodded, reaching for him, her hands shaking.
“What are the rules?”
Alice was unable to articulate anything. She was too lost in pleasure. She looked at the Hatter, thrusting into her, and pleaded for him to help. He brought his fingers against her right above where he’d entered and he played and stroked until she screamed out again, scaring a family of squirrels out of their nest, where they dropped to the ground and bounced like furry brown balls.
When she’d recovered enough to think, Alice peered up at the Hare. With her bottom claimed by Dor, and her womanhood overflowing with the Hatter, there was obviously only one game left to play. She opened her mouth wide, trying to get him to understand.
“You want to play dentist?” the Hare said. “I’m to examine your teeth?”
The rhythm continued. Back and forth and back and forth until Alice felt she was going to lose her mind.
“My… my… my rules,” Alice said, struggling mightily to get the words out. “You have to… put it… in my mouth.”
“ It?” he said.
“Your…”
“My?”
The Hatter did something with his fingers again, and Alice screamed so loud the dog ran and hid under the porch.
“Your… man part.”
“Which part?” He frowned, still not following.
“Your…” she ogled his sweet, curved shaft, hoping he’d follow her meaning.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
The Hatter’s thrust and Dor’s parry grew faster, and Alice could feel another orgasm roaring up fast as a freight train.
“Your cock! Your cock!” she cried.
And the other two stopped.
“Please, keep going,” Alice begged frantically, bucking against them and sending her breasts bouncing.
“That was the safeword,” said the Hatter.
Of course it was, and she’d forgotten. But she didn’t want to be safe now. She wanted to be totally filled by all three men. She wanted them to send her over the edge and then go over along with her. “I’m… I’m being bold and changing the rules,” she gasped. “Can I do that?”
“You can do anything you want,” said the Hatter. “All you have to do is figure out what it is.”
Alice didn’t have to think about that, not right now, which was probably good, because she was beyond thinking. “I want three cocks inside me right now.”
“But wait,” said the Hare.
Alice stared at him. “ Wait? ”
“What’s a tea party without tea bagging?”
She was almost frantic, wanting him in her, needing him. “Why are you talking about tea bags? I want your cock in my mouth.”
“I’ll show you.” He took hold of his manhood and lifted it, then he straddled her hear and lowered his other parts-his balls-down to her lips.
Immediately understanding his odd request, Alice opened her mouth and took them inside. And although she still didn’t see what this had to do with making tea, she sucked and she rolled until he tensed up with a groan. Then he plunged his cock between her lips as the other two rocked her, and an orgasm crashed through Alice so fierce she was sure she’d become as mad as they were. It was followed by another, and another.
“I’m coming,” cried Dor.
“Almost there,” moaned the Hatter.
Alice sucked the Hare harder, hoping to make him climax at the same time. And then Dor cried out, his hips spasming, and the Hatter bellowed deep, pressing his cheek into Alice’s chest and holding her tight as he shuddered, and the Hare’s hot essence shot into her mouth and dribbled down her chin, and Alice literally exploded with pleasure.
Okay… Alice didn’t really literally explode. But it was pretty damn epic.
Their energies spent, the Hatter helped her up off the sex chair.
“I have to buy one of those,” Alice said, blowing out a huge breath and eyeing the chair.
“Amazon. com,” said the Hare. “They sell everything, and have the best prices.”
Dor began to snore.
“Does he always sleep so much?” Alice asked. She felt lovely and content and a little sore, and just about ready to curl up and go to sleep right beside him.
“He can’t sleep for long. He’s invited to play croquet with the Queen.”
“Were you two invited?” Alice asked, looking from the Hatter to the Hare.
“Of course we were,” said the Hare. “Weren’t you?”
“She must be,” said the Hatter. “Why wouldn’t a beautiful and sexy woman like Alice not get an invitation?”
And although Alice was embarrassed, she had to shake her head. “I have no invitation.”
The Hatter frowned. “Are you sure? Maybe you should look inside you.”
Alice frowned. “What do you mean? Search my soul and see if I deserve to go?”
