This is a test chapter for an erotic version of Alice in Wonderland that I may write. I hope that I may do Lewis Carroll's book some justice while at the same time, coming all over its pages. If you like this, and would like to see more, please e-mail me at sadclowninvelvet@yahoo.com. If you don't, e-mail me anyway and tell me what I could do better. Alice in Wonderland, XXX Version Chapter VII: The Mad Tea Orgy (MMM/g, pedo, oral, anal, brief ws, best, cons) Alice walked through the dark forest, a little scared. Suddenly, she heard a loud metallic crash in front of her. She ran towards it. She came to a clearing. There was a huge table in the clearing, surrounded by an eclectic mix of chairs from many different eras. On the table were the settings for a tea party that looked like it had been upset by a tornado. Saucers and cups were stacked in precarious piles. Crumbs dusted the tablecloth. Every thing was in disarray. At the table were three people. There was a Hatter, who was short and wore a hat many sizes to big for him. There was a large rabbit in baggy, ripped clothes. There was an enormous dormouse. He slept, huddled in a ball, at one end of the table. The hare picked up a metal teakettle and threw it at the dormouse. He missed and it clanged on the ground. It didn't look very pleasant, but Alice wished to join the party anyway. "Ahem," she said, "may I sit down?" "May you sit down!?" the Hatter yelled, "may you sit down!?" "Please?" "What?" "Please may I sit down?" "Where?" "At the table. Oh never mind." Alice took a seat, fed up with the nonsense. "Hello," the Hatter said, "would you like some tea?" He seemed to have forgotten the entire previous conversation. "Yes, please. Thank you very much," said Alice, trying to be as polite as possible. The Hatter grabbed a nearby empty teacup. He unzipped his fly, and pulled out his tiny cock. With a satisfied sigh, he hung his cock over the rim of the cup, and pissed a dark yellow stream. When he was done, he handed the cup to Alice. She took it, and looked at it oddly. "Drink up, girl," the Hatter commanded. "I certainly won't drink this!" Alice screamed, "this isn't tea, it's your urine." "Try saying that five times fast," the hated said. The hare said "your urine" six times quickly, and Alice thought, very eloquently. "Anyway, girl, the March Hare may make some bad tea, but it certainly isn't piss." "Yes, it is," Alice said, trying to remain calm, "I saw it come out of your willy." "That's not my willy, silly. That's a tea dispenser. My willy is *huge*." Alice considered this. Every thing was very strange in this world. Up was down, black was white. Perhaps people's willies did dispense tea here. She brought the cup to her lips, and tilted it ever so slightly. A small amount of the liquid entered her mouth. It tasted disgusting. It was acrid, tepid, and bitter. She spit it out and slammed the cup down on the table. "That was pee, you stupid wanker!" Alice yelled. "Two things," the Hatter said calmly, "how do you know what pee tastes like?" "Well...I guessed. It certainly wasn't tea anyway." "Second of all, it's very rude of you to drink from people's peecups." "Keep her away from the poop tray. She might think its brownies!" interjected the hare. "I would not! Anyway why do you pee in tea cups?" Alice asked incredulously. "Well, you don't see a toilet around here, do you? Besides, we don't pee in teacups. We pee in peecups. Teacups are strictly for tea, *obviously*." "Well, how do you tell the difference?" asked Alice. All the cups looked the same to her. The Hatter picked up the cup, poured his warm piss on the ground. He filled the cup with tea and sipped from it. "What did you say?" the Hatter asked. "Jeez, you're all bloody mad here!" Alice yelled. "Exactly. I'm the Mad Hatter. He's the March Hare. We're all mad here. Very mad. Not so much bloody though." Alice was red in the face with anger and confusion. The Hatter threw his cup out into the woods, and picked up another container. He handed it to Alice. "You'll like this I think," he said. Alice lifted the lid. Inside was a white, thick liquid. It looked like cream or curdled milk. "Is this cream?" Alice asked. "In a manner of speaking, yes," replied the Mad Hatter. "I rather like cream," Alice said. She felt a little better. "Then you'll like this." Alice poked a finger into the creamy liquid and collected a thick wad of the substance. She brought the finger to her lips and licked the dollop off. She considered the taste. It was warm, a little bitter, and salty. It had a nice texture. Alice pressed the rim of the cup to her lips, and murmured, "bottom's up!" She tipped the cup over and the thick liquid oozed into her mouth. It coated her tongue and flowed slowly down her throat. Her eyes widened and she smiled widely. She smacked her lips. "So what is it really?" she asked. The Hatter considered the question for a long while. Then he said, "it's my semen." "You just leave containers of semen lying around the table?" "Look, girl, I don't tell you how to do your job, do I?" Alice was utterly confused. She decided to change the subject. "Anyway," she said, "it tasted quite good. Could I possibly have some more?" "You couldn't possibly have less. But I'm afraid I'm spent for the time being. Hare, the girl wants more semen?" The hare examined Alice, looked her up and down. His eyes bugged out briefly. "Seamen? You'll find no seamen here! We're landlocked! There isn't a bottle of water for miles!" "Don't you mean 'body of water'?" Alice asked. "What?" "Body of water?" "No, of course not. Body of blood, fur, and bone, mostly." "All this talk of water has got me all erect again." the Hatter interjected, his three-inch cock staring at the sky, "what say we have ourselves a good, old-fashioned gang-lay." "Oh, that does sound like fun!" Alice squeaked, clapping her hands, "shall I remove my dress?" "Yes, I think a bit of nudity is in order on your part," the Hatter replied, "yes. Quite." Alice was excited at the prospect of sex with men. Her older sister and she had often fooled around, but she had never experienced the pleasures of a penis before. Alice kicked off her shoes and wiggled her small stocking-clad toes in the grass. She eagerly untied the lace belt of her light blue dress. She pulled her arms inside and slid the dress over her head. Alice was now naked save her pink panties and white lace stockings. The Hatter gasped at the sight. Alice's supple preteen skin was a creamy whitish-peach. Her small, budding breastlets had beautiful dark pink nipples that hardened in the cool forest air. "Shall I remove my stockings?" Alice asked, eager to get as naked as possible. "No, leave them. I think they add to your whole preteen sex appeal which is incredibly arousing to my perverted self," the Hatter replied. "Frankly, I don't like them," exclaimed the Hare. "What? You don't like the stockings?" questioned the Hatter. "No!" replied the Hare, "The stockings are highly erotic. They make this sexy young girl look even younger, which is a real turn on to a pedophilic rabbit such as myself. I was talking about these macaroons. They're all stale. Very unpleasant." "Oh. Anyway, do remove your panties, girl," said the Hatter, turning back to Alice. "I was getting to that." Alice put both her thumbs under the elastic of her panties. They were already moist from the expectation of the sex to come. She pulled her underwear down over her small, but shapely hips, and let them fall to the ground. Her smooth, young, hairless cunt was now exposed to all present. "That is a beautiful pussy!" the Hatter exclaimed. The dormouse suddenly woke with a start. "Pussy? Pussy! Pussycat! Run!" The dormouse ran in tight circles, knocking cups and saucers of the table. Alice giggled. "Not a pussycat, you silly dormouse. A pussy. He was talking about my cunny." Alice pointed her small slit out. "OH! That kind of pussy. I rather like that kind. Do wake me if the other kind comes?" "Well," said the Hatter, "her pussy will certainly be coming." He rubbed his hands together. "Your innuendo is priceless," whined the Hare. He had been examining every macaroon closely and had thrown out the stale ones. There was a large pile of cookies behind him. The Hatter moved his head close to the Hare. "Hare. What do you think?" whispered the Hatter. "Of what!?" yelled the Hare, quite annoyed. "This naked young girl here," the Hatter whispered. He pointed to her. "Her!" the Hare yelled, "WELL, I WOULD QUITE LIKE TO STICK MY PENIS IN THAT NAKED YOUNG GIRL'S VAGINA!" "Ok then," the Hatter whispered, "let's get to it. I'll take her ass. Don't start until I say go, okay?" The Hare jumped out of his chair. Alice stood against the edge of the table and the Hare positioned himself between her legs. Her had to stand on tiptoes for his cock to reach her pussy. The short Hatter stood on a chair behind Alice. He looked at Alice's small, pale white ass and stroked himself. "This is going to be a tight fit," he said to himself, examining Alice's tight little asshole. "Butter!" the Hatter exclaimed, peaking out from behind Alice. "Butter?" responded the Hare. "Butter!" "Butter." The Hare shook his head. "No butter?" "Margarine!" "Margarine?" "Margarine." The Hare handed the Hatter a tub of margarine. The Hatter gleefully scooped up a large wad of the smooth yellow substance. He wiped both of Alice's small buttocks until they glistened with the slimy lubricant. He began to rub his hand up and down her crack. He stuck his margarine-coated pinky right into her tight hole. "That feels odd," Alice moaned. "Well, it shouldn't," said the Hare, "I just bought it yesterday!" When the Hatter was satisfied with the lube job, he wiped the excess margarine off on Alice's back. "Can we start this?" squeal the Hare. "Wait, something's not right," the Hatter said. He looked around and realized the problem. "Stupid dormouse! Wake up! This girl has another hole to fill." The dormouse groggily opened his eyes and slowly walked towards the group. He plopped down in front of Alice's face. "I wish you wouldn't have woken me. I was having the most wonderful dream. I dreamed that a beautiful, naked, precocious eleven year old girl was about to give me head!" Alice smiled at the cute mouse. "But a beautiful, naked, precocious eleven year old girl *is* about to give you head!" Alice exclaimed. "Good. I must still be dreaming," said the dormouse, matter-of-factly, "Wake me up when I'm about to orgasm so that I may come in your mouth. I love doing that." Alice scoffed at the silly creature, lowered her face to his crotch, and waited. "Okay," said the Hatter, "everyone in position? Okay. Ready...set...lay!" Alice felt an immediate wave of pleasure as the Hatter and the Hare simultaneously thrust deep into her orifices. With one hand, The Hatter began to massage her oily cheeks. With the other, he fondled her budding tit, gently pinching her rock hard nipples. The Hare placed his furry hands on Alice's hips and used his natural rabbit leg strength to thrust hard and deep into her young, tight cunt. "Hey, Hatter! Guess what I am!" riddled the Hare, between thrusts. The Hatter peaked out from behind Alice's shapely waist. "I don't know. What are you?" "I'm a *pubic* hair!" the Hare exclaimed with a laugh. He punctuated his joke with a particularly deep thrust into Alice's dripping pussy. Alice laughed at the Hare's jest, then began to moan and coo. She looked up at the dormouse. He was catatonic. With her short supple fingers, she delicately grasped his floppy, 7-inch member. She kissed the crown with her small, crimson lips and traced a moist line down the shaft with her tongue. She reached the dormouse's balls, and promptly took one of his hairy, hefty testys into her wet, warm mouth. She sucked at the flesh like a lollypop, coating it in her warm drool. The mouse's pubic fur tickled the roof of her mouth. Alice wanked the long member with her supple palm, and rubbed the sensitive tip against her soft, rosy cheek. She felt the shaft stiffen against her face; the warm head rubbed against her ear. She popped the now dripping wet testicle from her mouth and lifted her head. With the Hatter and Hare still pounding in her ass and pussy, pleasure building in her loins, Alice stared down at the long cock in front of her, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She took the tip of the dormouse's shaft between her gaping lips. Even though she had never given a blowjob before, she easily lowered her head down on the entire member. It slid down her tight, slippery throat. She almost sneezed as the soft pubic fur rubbed against her nose. Alice lifted her head, then lowered it again. She continued to bob her head up and down on the cock, all the while stimulating the sensitive underside with her soft, moist tongue. The dormouse, still sleeping, moaned with pleasure. Alice felt his furry paw on the top of her, a gesture of appreciation from the dreaming mouse. "He must be having a terrific dream," Alice thought to herself, between waves of pleasure. The young girl suddenly felt the Hatter's small cock slid from her tight asshole with a wet pop. "I'm tired of her ass!" the Hatter exclaimed, "I say we switch places! Everyone move down one." The Hatter pushed off of Alice's shoulders, hurdling over her head. He landed on the table, and quickly turned around, his tiny dick swaying. The Hare pulled his dick out of Alice's wonderful cunt and jumped up on the chair behind him. He grabbed the tub of margarine and stuck the head of his shaft into the oily substance. He pulled out, leaving a large yellow glob on the tip. Eagerly, he stuck his large cock into Alice's ass. Alice eeked and the mouse's cock fell from her mouth. The larger member buried in her anus had caused a moment's pain then felt even better than the Hatter. Meanwhile, the Hatter kicked the dormouse off the table. He landed with a thud on the ground. "Why'd you wake me?" the dormouse asked sleepily. I was having such a good dream. I was just about to come in this young girl's mouth!" "Shut up! You doing the pussy now." "Pussy cat! Run!" Alice looked down at the foolish creature. "He means my cunny again, silly mouse." "Oh, yes! Quite. I knew that. May I still come in you mouth?" "I would love it if you did." Alice felt the mouse begin to thrust into her, and it felt wonderful. After a few moments, though, the trust tapered off. Alice looked down. The dormouse had fallen asleep standing up, his cock still buried deep in her cunt. She decided to let him sleep, so she reached down to his crotch with her left hand. She pumped his dick in and out of her, using him as her own personal dildo. "Ahem. What about me?" The Hatter stood before Alice, his dick wagging before he face. "Sorry," she said. She licked at the tiny cock, covering its whole length in one smooth movement. She lifted her head away quizzically. "Tastes like butter," she commented. "I wouldn't think so. It should taste like margarine. Anyway, get on with it." "But..." Before she could finish her sentence, the Hatter grabbed both sides of her head, and pulled her open mouth down onto his buttery cock. He continued to fuck her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his three-inch length, quite a bit more aggressively than the gentle dormouse. Even so, Alice easily broke her head away from the Hatter's grasp. "No need to be so rough," she said. "I can't help it. I've run out of moisturizer," the Hatter replied. Alice decided to ignore his seeming nonsense. She lowered her head to his balls, and began to lick away the fatty, smooth substance. "Oh! That's quite nice." Alice lapped up every patch of margarine from the Hatter's genitals. She ran her fingers through his thick pubic hair collecting the last of the lubricating food item. She then began to rub her soft oily hand up and down on the Hatter's shaft. "I believe...wait...hold on...yes," the Hatter stuttered, "yes! I am ready do ejaculate into your mouth now, girl! Hare, get up here! I believe this situation calls for the ancient Japanese practice known as 'bukkake'." "Oh! Sounds exotic," Alice said. The Hare jumped up on the table. Alice grabbed the fur of the dormouse's neck and hauled him up, too. His dick popped wetly from her dripping cunt. "Wake up, dormouse. It's time to come in my mouth!" "Oh! Excellent! I've been looking forward to this!" the dormouse yelled happily. He promptly fell back asleep. The Hatter, Hare, and dormouse were now in position, their cocks all pointed at Alice's rosy young face. The young girl stood at the edge of the table, her mouth wide open. The Hatter rubbed his meat between his thumb and forefingers. The Hare jerked his length member with his fist, moving it up and down lightning fast. Alice grabbed the dormouse's dick and wanked it with her own oily hand. She used her other hand to rub her clit, dripping in anticipation of the comebath to occur. The horny Hatter was the first. His come shot out fast and hard. He was too hot to aim and the first shot of his thin, watery semen landed in Alice's pretty blonde hair. He moved his penis down, and the second shot landed on her smooth, peach forehead. It oozed down and began to drip off her nose. By his third shot, the come had lost intensity. It spurted out slowly and landed on her small, pale breast. The thin seed flowed down her thin, white belly and pooled in her small bellybutton. The Hare was next. He had much better aim. His thick come landed in Alice's mouth and coated her tongue with perfect accuracy. He seemed to come in one long thick stream. Soon, Alice's small mouth was full. The thick seed began to slowly ooze down her shapely chin. Alice was much too turned on to properly aim the dormouse's cock. As he came, she literally painted her own face, as shot after shot, coat after coat, of the mouse's hot jizz landed on her pretty, young face. Come landed on her closed eyes, went up her nose, coated her small ears. Some went in her mouth. Alice brought herself off quickly. She moaned like crazy as three hot streams of cum painted her face and her soft fingers caressed her clit. As she moaned, the three streams of come filled her mouth to the brim. She calmed herself, closed her mouth, and in one big gulp, swallowed the seed. She felt a wave of pleasure flow up her spine as the hot, slimy spunk flowed down her throat. The group began to breath more normally, coming down from they're incredible orgasms. The Hare politely handed Alice a napkin. She declined it. The Hare and Hatter sighed with pleasure as Alice, the beautiful, jizz-covered, little girl, began to clean the come from her face. She would wipe off a large wad and lick it up as seductively as possible. She loosened the band around her hair, and ran her fingers threw the long strands, collecting the jizz from there. She dutifully lapped up that, too. When she was totally clean, she took the napkin and dabbed the sides of her lips, always the polite, little girl. "That was fun," Alice smiled, very happily. "What was fun?" the wakening dormouse asked, " and why am I all sticky?" "You just came in my mouth." "Well, I wish someone would have waken me so I could have enjoyed it." "Sorry," Alice said, and she was. "You know my rules," the Hatter suddenly exclaimed, "after coming all over and a beautiful, eleven year old girl's face, we must eat toast." Alice scoffed. The Hatter and Hare took their seats at the table. The Hatter grabbed a nearby piece of toast. "Now, where's the butter?" "Margarine," the Hare reminded him. He handed the Hatter the tub. The Hatter opened it. "Ew! Hare, what have I told you about sticking your willy in the butter tub." "First of all, it's a margarine tub, and second of all, I didn't" "Yes, you did. There's a perfect willyprint in it. And I think there's a pubic hair, a Hare's hair." "Well, I'm sorry. "It can't be helped. Girl, lean over please." Alice leaned over promptly. She had just been fucked but she was already eager for more. The Hatter pressed his toast to Alice's smooth, pale ass and wiped a layer of butter off. He removed the toast and ate it in one bite. Alice wiped the crumbs from her bottom "Do you think we can have some more sex after lunch?" Alice asked. "Yes...wait...who are you?" Alice was furious. She gathered her clothes and walked off into the forest in a huff. Honestly, she thought, the people here had tasty come, but they're also *awfully* strange.