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.