Hot! Hot! Hot! His thickness opened Alice wide and Alice rubbed herself with rapid fingertips. The Hare joined the rhythm, thrusting into Minnie as Alice moved out.
“Yes!” Minnie called out. “Faster!”
Alice grabbed hold of Minnie’s waist and thrust inside her tea-filled hole. The Hatter followed suit. Alice felt the Hatter’s hands on her waist and thrust his full length into her, pushing her deeper into Minnie.
“That’s it!” Minnie shouted. “Yes!”
Alice felt the constant shuttling of the Hatter’s huge cock. The blissful heat set Alice ablaze. She went back to rubbing her clit as the Hatter did the work, thrusting into Alice, pushing her into Minnie. His strokes pushed into both the women, and they moved together, jolted together, cried out together. Alice felt connected to Minnie, like twins experiencing the same feelings. She slid her free hand down Minnie’s arm, finding Minnie’s hand and clasped tight. Together they held hands as the Hatter thrust into them, pushed into them, filling them. The Hare kissed Minnie deeply. Alice understood the loving desire the Hare had for Minnie because Alice, too, wanted to make sure Minnie felt the loving orgasm she so deserved. Alice felt a throbbing behind her. The Hatter was close. And that was all due to me, Alice recognized. Lovely Alice. The Hatter feels this way because of me.
“Oh!” cried Minnie. “I think I’m going to explode!”
“Me too!” the Hare said.
“Yes!” Alice smiled. “That’s an orgasm! Let it happen!”
Minnie cried out and the Hare cried out at the same time.
Alice saw their beautiful bodies tense, shake, and shudder, and she rammed three fingers deep inside herself.
She felt her walls pulse around her fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut. She cried out. Her muscles tensed. She clenched around the Hatter’s cock. The Hatter thrust and pinned his waist against hers and Alice felt his seed fill deep within her uncharted passage.
And Alice realized she was wrong. Orgasms do come in different colors.
She opened her eyes, head spinning, and dizzy. And soon she felt the table at her knees, the cool air blowing against her legs and face, and the heat of Minnie at her chest and the Hatter’s cock softening within her.
The four of them stayed still, all of them connected. All of them one. Alice’s legs felt wobbly. She had to rest on Minnie’s back. The Hatter lay on top of Alice. She felt the weight of his love. Made the love feel solid. Real.
“Okay,” Minnie said. “I’m getting squished.”
The Hatter climbed off the table, and Alice carefully pulled out of Minnie, backing up on the table.
The Hatter caressed Alice’s face and said, “Lovely. Thank you.”
Alice smiled and kissed his cheek.
She saw Minnie and the Hare holding each other. The Hatter went to their side. When they saw him, they each reached out an arm to him. The Hatter put his head close to theirs to hug them as best as he could.
Alice thought, I believe I actually had an orgasm. Maybe that was all it took, to be penetrated in that untouched passage.
Alice took the spout in her hands and said, “This is like a regular, ceramic teapot.”
She felt her waist tingle and the teapot separated itself from her.
She set it on the table, climbed off, and put her underwear back on.
It was time to move on. Alice turned to wish her friends good-bye, but she saw that Minnie had turned herself around, lying with her back on the Hare and now had the Hatter on top of her in her arms. They were in a sweet embrace, in their own world. Alice decided not to disturb them and wandered towards the forest.
Wow, Alice thought. I actually had an orgasm.
She realized the truth. Since she could climax, she wasn’t a freak after all. She could, in fact, love a man as much as any other girl. And just wait until Carol hears about her successful orgasm!
Alice giggled. “I feel like I’m walking on air!” Her giggles turned to laughter as she floated just above the ground, the earth no longer pinching her feet. Alice scampered into the forest letting the puffs of air at her feet lead the way.
Chapter 18
Several minutes into the forest, Alice had thought it best to return to earth and had recited a simile to get herself walking normally on the ground again. She came to a tree with a knob sticking out of it, at about waist level. The knob looked very much like a doorknob, shaped and carved by a carpenter. It drew her.
The doorknob’s surface was cool and smooth. Of course it was ridiculous to think it would actually turn, as if to open but if she wanted to get home, she knew it was best to try everything.
Click.
Alice couldn’t believe it. The doorknob turned. When she tugged on it, an embedded door swung open.
Curiosity ever strong, she peered in. Wooden stairs led down to a lit room below. She descended the stairway, steps creaking each time she put her barefoot on the smooth cool wood.
At the bottom of the stairs, Alice found herself back in the hallway of doors. They looked like the same ones she’d seen when she’d fallen down the well. Her heart pounded at the prospect of seeing the hanged man again. Her eyes darted all around but there was no sign of him. She found the tiny door by the coffee table. From her time with the caterpillar, she still had the pieces of mushroom in her pockets. She had what she needed.
Alice picked up the small key from the table. She nibbled on a piece of mushroom. The door got bigger. She nibbled a bit more. The door rose to meet her. She had shrunk down and could fit through the door now.
The key fit perfectly. Alice rushed through, and found herself outdoors surrounded by red and white roses. A bright sun shone upon her. A heady fragrance of roses made her sigh in longing for home.
Her heart sank. This was not her family’s garden. Was she still stuck in the strange world?
Her bare feet traced a footpath of smooth gravel all the way to the main road. The gravel crunched beneath her feet without hurting her soles.
Alice came upon a strange man licking the roses at the side of the road. The man was flat. Literally, two-dimensional. The trunk of his body was squashed and flat like a piece of paper. His flat body was dressed in green overalls with three red hearts on his breast pocket.
But his head and limbs were normal.
The man stood over one of the rose bushes. He guided one of the white roses to his lips, and licked its petals.
At least, it was a white rose.
Or was it red?
Actually, it looked like red liquid dripped from his tongue as he painted the white petals red.
“Are you bleeding?” Alice asked.
The man jumped. “You-you scared me.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just-your mouth is all red. Are you bleeding?”
“No, I’m painting.” He glanced over his shoulder down the road as if to see if anyone was coming. “I’m the gardener, and was supposed to plant red roses for the queen.” He rushed his words in a conspiratorial tone. “There was a mix-up with the seeds. Some white roses grew with the red roses. If I don’t paint these white roses red before the queen arrives, she’ll have my head!” He rushed both hands over his crotch to emphasize his point, and then guided the white rose he was painting back to his lips.
Alice stifled a laugh. What was the queen going to do with his flat body, cut a hole where his penis should be?
“I know a gardener who works in my yard. His name is Jack.” Alice wasn’t really sure why she said this. Maybe it was because she didn’t know what else to say.
A distant voice boomed. “Here comes the queen!”
Alice and the gardener turned toward the road. A parade of flat people marched in front of a high seat being carried by more flat people. On the high seat was a woman who must have been the queen.
“No! No! No!” The gardener said in a panicked voice. “I’m not finished! If she sees what I’ve done she’ll have my head!”