The men ran for what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, trying to get ahead of one another and turning at random points. Alice giggled and got to get a good look at their bottoms, too. Many men had big, flabby bums, but a few of the men were blessed with firm ones, like Rabbit.
Alice gathered up her dress and wrung it out. The warm sun in that strange pink sky would have to do the rest. She sat on a large rock that was probably just a small stone. But now that Alice had shrunk to a tiny size, everything seemed huge. Although that didn’t explain the strange colors of this wonderland.
After five more minutes of running, the men stopped and doubled over to catch their breath. Alice watched their buff chests inflate and deflate, their tanned skin shiny with sweat.
Through deep breaths, one of the men managed to say, “I’m…still…wet.”
“Me…too,” another said catching his breath.
“Let’s jump back into the lake to return all the moisture to it.” Rabbit didn’t seem to be out of breath at all.
Alice laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Rabbit asked.
“Look at dee men,” Alice said using her best Spanish accent. “Dey put ‘dee men’ back in ‘dementia.’ ”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Alice said smiling. “It’s a great idea. Have at it. You can make another race of it.” It looked like they needed direction.
So the men jumped back in and swam all around the lake in random directions, trying to outdo each other.
A man with a buff chest and grey ponytail climbed out first. The other men followed. Alice took a mental picture of these nude men, everything hanging out. Yum! She called out to them, “So who won?”
“What?” one of them asked.
“Who won the race?”
“We all did,” another said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The others nodded their heads.
“What did you win?” Alice asked amused.
One of the men rolled his eyes like it was another stupid question and said, “Prizes.”
“And who’s giving you your prizes?” Alice chuckled. She had to admit, having a conversation with a crowd of clueless naked men was a blast. Just wait until she told Lois about this!
This time, the men looked at each other as though searching for the answer.
“We need to find the box of prizes,” the man with the grey ponytail finally said.
Then Rabbit pointed straight at Alice and said, “She has a box of prizes!”
“What?” Then Alice realized what Rabbit was talking about. Alice held up her hands to stop them. “Now just 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.